Chicago Normal School of Physical Education - Scarab Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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LOYALTY SONG WVe're loyal to thee Dear C. N. S. P. E. A school filled with vigor and virn. NVhat'ere strife or gain Nlay we deserve the name. The girls of yore have made thee now The best on any shore. So here's a cheer to you, hflay you have much success, To you we'll be ever true blue. You'll find the Seniors and the Juniors Are so steady, ready, To sing a long praise To the end of their days, Dear School, to you. ALMA MATER Hail to thee, our Alma Nfaterl Sing thy praises every daughter. Hail to thee, C. N. S. P. E. True and faithful you will find us, Loyalty will ever bind us Close to thee, C. N. S. P. E. CNsP.E. I Want to go back to CnsP.E. The best school in the West. Back to Kendall Hall once more, To Greenwood and the old drug store. I Want to go back to Cnsp.E. The best school in the West, I Want to go back. I got to go back to CnsP.E. In old CnsPe, In old Chicago, We'll slingada ink and pushada pen along In old CnsPe, in old Chicago, YVe,ll slingada ink and pushada pen along Slingada ink, slingada ink, Pushada pen, pushada pen, Slingada ink, and pushada pen along In old CnsPe, In old Chicago 'We'll slingada ink and pushada pen along 75

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W H O ' S W H O STUDENTS Best athlete Most attractive Most original Most talented lVIost popular Best dressed . Typical C. N. S. Best sport . Most attractive Most original Most popular Most talented . V. Bennett , . Anita Airlane . Jane Parker . Grace Lerch , . , Jo Burke . . Virge Boomhovver P. E. girl . . .lane Bigelow FACULTY . Nliss Beaman . . Nlrs. 'Whitten Dr. Zoethout . . Nlr. Teuscher . . . Mrs. Hazlitt and Mr. Bo. lWost intellectual . . . Bliss Nlusselman Typical faculty member . , Nligg Jordan ' Its good to have money And things that money can buy. But its good too to check up once in awhile ' And see that you have not lost The things money cannot buy. 74

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SENIOR CLASS PRGPHECY A little wind sings sobbing tunes Like tired ancient crumbly ruins. A And yet I dream, as the hours rush by, Of memories' clouds high up in the sky. I wish I-were a kid again, said Dot Baxter, as she laboriously scribbled away on an editorial for The Blue Streak, Chicago,s pride. I thought,I had to work hard on that Scarab but that 'twas baby's play compared to this. If I were but a little bee I'd Hy way out to- H Dot, what rhymes with that? asked Ena Carpenter. I UC. N. S. P. E. mumbled Dot. And say, Carpie, you'll have to hurry with that 'Line O' Type or Two,. You're six seconds late already. . But the paper was printed on schedule time, per usual, and was standing on the corner reading the Sport sheet when I heard a most gracious voice say, f'Keep the change, sonny! I looked up in time to see Georgia lVyatt Wfhoozis pull away from the curb in a beautiful, blue roadster. Niz work Georgia! Is that one of your gentlemen friends from ole C. N. S. P. B? Oh, I just cawn't imagine where Georgia is! said a most distressed voice -at my elbow. And there stood lil Pauline Duffield wringing her hands like a sweet sixteen deb. And-and I promised the children we,d take them to the circus this afternoon! . It looked like rain to me so I got in my IQO8 Napoleon and drove over to the Chicago. The bill looked good, with Senchak and Brenisholtzn just off Broadway in a smart comedy of song and dance. I knew I was in for at least ten good laughs. But that wasn't the half of it! After I had enjoyed their wise cracks and decided to endure the rest of the show, I almost disgraced my family tree. Who should come tripping out of a beautiful golden door fthe B. 8: K. gigantic stage showj but Rose NIcNichol! She did the neatest toe-tap dance Ilve ever seen. She didn't miss a tap, W'apo! Nfy surprise was so great I almost yelled I-Ii, Rosie but suddenly remembered I was only a guest in the theatre, not the proprietor, as yet. B. 8: ICS novel idea of a girl directing the Merry Nfad Gang was the right cue. But after discovering that the leader was none other than Amy Schneider, the Rhythm Queen-I decided to look around the hffezzanine and see if I was up in Cenespe's balcony Cor dreaming-D. St. Loooo--is W'ooman-with your diamond rings- Could I ever forget that voice? With my eyes closed I knew 'twas Grace Lerch, and she brought the house down when she kept righton singing in that 'flonesome bluesw voice of hers and did cartwheels across the stage. I-Iere's how Grace! If I didn,t have a cork leg I'd try the same. ' Afraid to spoil that last number by something notihalf so good I left the show house to the bourgoise and drove over to the Y for a good swim. Your membership card, Miss demanded Janet Brochon in a stern voice. With those specs and six feet of height you,d ask the President's wife for a ticket to the inauguration. You sure gave me an awful scare, but that smile saved everv- thing. ' Dot Dolton signed me in for the next class and then hurried OH to give a talk at the I. W. A. C. noon luncheon. , Y You know, said Janet, that Anita Airlane will be here this evening to demonstrate those dives that won for her first place in the Olympics Is El Hartman with her? No? Has a ranch out in Texas with Pearl Ebin er? Ride 'em cowboy! Putting out some pretty classy rodeo's for Chicagoas sriiart P set eh. Allright gals-Powder River, shoot 'em up'. 76