Chicago State University - Emblem Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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CLASS HISTORY une, 1925 Most respected Seniors of the Class of l ' J25. though according to one of the faculty thinking is a painful task, try to recall way back when — We. a motley crowd of youngsters, first climbed the steps of the domed institution of wisdom, on that his- toric day in September nineteen hundred and twenty- three. The first day shall always remain indelible in our memories; that first day when we. having heard the proverbial greenness of freshies. wandered around endeavoring to appear as wise as the upper classmen whom we secretly held in awe; that first day when we were herded into the various classrooms like so many bewildered sheep. Then the trials and tribulations of those first weeks when the Seniors watched us with fiendish glee, clumsily balancing our trays, and equally clumsily struggling with the baffling combinations of the locks. Eventually we became part of the scenery and to our accomplishments was added the expert execution of the previously mentioned arts at which we were so awkward. Our range of knowledge and friends expanded. Weeks slipped swiftly by. with their many interesting events, including class elections, assemblies, exams, holidays and tlie lengthy vacations, various athletic tournaments. Senior Dramatic Club plays and so forth. Before we realized it a year liad passed, and we, again, enter Xormal on a September morning as Lower Seniors. We chose Gertrude McAvaney as president and soon after the first half of the class went to practice. In February, when we became staid Upper Seniors, the second half of the class went out to enlighten and to be enlightened. The latter case was usually true when our self-satisfaction was les- sened to some degree by the experienced teachers with whom we worked. The one sorrow in our otherwise joyful two years at Normal was the death of Mr. Fairbank. who was the friend and adviser of every student with whom he came in contact. We, wise sages that we were, selected Helen Mc- Bride to pilot our ship for the last semester. How quickly time passes when we have pleasant com- panions; the last semester just flew by. for we have grown to love school. We are now Upper Seniors and trust that we are held in awe by the lower class men. Now comes the Senior Dramatic Club play with our own talent participating. Shortly after comes class day and then graduation with the sweet sorrow of parting. May the classes of future years have as happy a career and form as many true friendships as we have in our term at Normal.