College at Brockport - Saga Yearbook (Brockport, NY)

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THE STYLUAS. 35 il l 5 THE REVELATION Time-Present f Places-Land of the Free Characters-Mrs. Frye, Her daughter, Bonselttila, A very small B1-other, The opening s-cene for this American tragedy is a kitchen. The mothgr is on her knees scrubbing th-e Hoor. Small Brother is indu-striously filling the woodbox with kindling. Bonselttila, dressed in a Voile creation, satin slip- pered and a sleek marcel is busily engaged in doing nothing. Mother and Daughter have be-en discussing plans for the daughteris graduation from the state normal s-chool, which is to take place in a few days. I Mother?-I suppose you are sorry to leave-you will miss the girls and. good times- Bonselttila-No-I am glad it is over-I want to work-to earn some money. - ' I Broth'er+fQLooks at his sister scornfullyj Mother?-Have you made any plans, Dear? . B nselttila--Loads of them, Mother-First, I am going to buy one hun- o dred dollars worth of clothes-You know I haven't a dress that is even fit to scrub floors in. Brother-Dorn'-t-worry, Sis. You never scrub-bed any floors in your life. Moth-er-Hark your noise. I want you to stop teasing your sisterj Can't you see that she is tired and nervous from working so hard in school? H 4, Watching his sister select a chocolate cream from a. boi., and s ip it between her cupid-bow lipsj Huh! The only thing she ever over-worked was her stomach. N Mother-Donit pay any attention to him, dear. Tell me more about your Brother-C plans? ., t Bonselttila-The first year I am going to save five hundred dollars. Besides that I am going to take out a life insurance policy, and make it out payable to you, Moth-er-then- X ' Brother-CUnder his breath? Don't wish you any bad luck-fl-Iope you get indirection and kick the bucket-then we would be sure of 'some money- Bonselttila-If I -teach thirty-five years, I'll get a pension, then we won't ' - have to work-- . A Mother-Oh you won't teach that long, dear. You and Jack will be get- ting married in -a few years, and -then you will think more about y-our home than teaching. e A 1 , Bonselttila-QEmphaticallyl eNever-. Mother. I don't ever expect to marry er before me. At least I don't want to now that I have my care get married for a great many y62l1'S-4 Mother-But Jack- - - D . , Bonselttil-af-What do I care what Jack wants-If he'gets't1red of waiting- h-e may go with other girls. Men are Just like p1Ck1CS 111 3 bottle- the first is hard to get but the rest come easily. Anyway 116 1135.110 kick coming. I have always been just as sweet as. I could be to him. A d little lemon is always Just 38 SWC'Ct 35 lt Brothei'-QWith sentimentj n a I can be- , - A . Curtain . . ' It 's afternoon and Sis- S ' I tl. ' the' same' house. 1 I cene two 1S one year a er in ' da in School She throws herself ter has just returned: home after a trying y . . ' - - -

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-r H E s 'reY L U 5 Arethusa S0r01'i'Cy3 G- A-. A-3 Litefav Editor, Stylus CID- e 116,615 ff, :'Dot who is oakfiei bound: v f IVIW11, you needed help, she was Q ways around. 3 VVate1'1oo, N. Y. O'Hkf191d,N. T SENIOR cLAss POEM ' f e By Harriet Gibson. f s Hail to thee, our B. N. S. f Thy name we dearly love. And- may it hold a charm for us 4 Wherever we may rove. i Thy colors,'Springtime's green and g'old,- W'l1at wind would not rejoice ' For 'chance to bear afar these two -f That we have made our choice. ,Next year new forms will grace thy halls, ' New life to thee will come To carry on traditions old' J That make thee on-e great home. , . Too soon, alas, the time must come When we from thee must part, .Butmemories of dear B. N, -S. it K ever fill each heart. A . A - n r . 5 . ' ' fi 1 Q f 1 A .H ---. ... -L ASQ. ......'.LX: .Y ' . at 1:o1ioTHY WRIGHT Date

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36 THESTYLUS - at full length on the davenport while her mother sits near the table darning socks. , Bonselttila-Mother, this is the last year I shall ever teach school. Its nothing but a dreary grind. I hate working anyway. Ileachers f I havcnit don't get paid half enough for what they do anyway. A saved a cent this vear-and I need new clothes--I l13VCll,t a dress that is- I Entering?-Fit to scrub the Hoor in. I q A d I don't l1C'l1' from lack He hasn't Brother-Q Bonselttila-fSoftly cryingj- n . .. . . . . been near me lately-I haven't had a date in months-I wonder ' if I'll never be able to catch a man- Mother-Cglancing out of the windowj-Here comes letter- i Bonselttila-Cexcitedly reading the l.etterQIt's for me, Mother-and he says he is coming to see the best little tgirl in the world-Oh. ! ! ll Brother-QMoodily shuffling through the doorj-YVonder if I'll ever be as foolish as Jack is-- , ' , Quick Curtain. the mailman with a ,1,. .Ll-1- SENIOR CLASS HYMN Tune: Beneath the Cross of Jesus Beneath the sha-dy maples, upon our campus green There stands a school which all do love, entwined with ivy green, To make the school a grand success VV e all have done our best, - And with our teachers we shall ere revere our B. N. S. To thee our Alma Mater, we raise our voices high, E116 thought- that f1'0m you we must part, brings forth from us a sigh. Bnlearned we came to you for aid and now we go away, ' ut the knowledge gained from three years here with us shall ever stay. VVe, are the faithful Seniors, our a.ims in life are high, glienllysitrive to holdlyour banners, for you we'll live or die. XV lr c assmates Freshmen, Juniors too we soon will have to. part 6 OPC You 11 tr? 35 We IIHVC 'C1'1Cd, to give your s-chool your heart. -: WA .if - ixiflih- .- ' i rl e lift' at 1 xl 1 7, Q . e :inf '- -, 1- 'Y' AV P --. Q-775 9