Fairmont State University - Mound Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1919 volume:

I MOVND ft NUMBER OF NORMAL BULLETIN l.76 ;£lrr o [L JUNE 1919 I i I 5 G C o FOREWORD TKe BULLETIN-MOUND It being a time of conservation and changes, the students of the Normal have decided to make a change in the yearly publication. Thus it happens that we have a Bulletin-Mound. The publication of this year will not be as ex- pensive as the Mounds of previous years, but the fact that it is not expensive will not interfere with the quality of the book. As the Bulletin-Mound suggests, it is a combi- nation of the features appearing in both the Bulletin and the Mound. The business management of the Bulletin-Mound wish to express their sincere appreciation to all persons and business organizations who have assisted us by advertising or by dona- tions. Except for their kindness our publication could not have been issued. In addition to our regular advertisers we especially extend our thanks to the following: jacobs-Hutchinson Hardware Co. Bert S. Leopold Martin ' s Book Store E. C. Jones Smith Shoe Store The West Virginian The Fairmont Times Fairmont State Bank And all others who have contributed fmaii crwise to the success of the Bulletin-Mound. ally or oth- f M ONT COIXEGE LIBRA WILLIAM EMMET BUCKEY A FRIEND INDEED A friend in need is a friend indeed may be well applied to our friend Mr. William E. Buckey. Mr. Buckey had taught in the village and rural schools previous to coming to Fairmont State Normal, from which he was graduated in nineteen hundred and twelve. The following school term Mr. Buckey was sixth grade critic teacher in the Butcher School, which is the model school. With the school term of nineteen hundred and thirteen Mr. Buckey was made principal of the training school, which position he is still holding. Since graduating he has spent one term at the University of Penn- sylvania, and is now pursuing a course at the West Virginia University. He has also taken extension courses at different times. Since Mr. Buckey is a graduate of the Normal he takes great interest in the students of the school, especially in the seniors who take training under his supervision. The students who go there for training soon find not merely a critic, but a considerate and sincere friend in Mr. Buckey. The senior classes of the Fairmont State Normal School take great pride in dedicating this number of the Bulletin-Mound to Mr. William Emmet Buckey. 11588 Thu MR. JOSEPH ROSIER, A. M. Teacher in a village school in Harrison county, superintendent of schools in the Salem public schools, county superintendent in Harrison, teacher in Glenville Normal and in Fairmont Normal, for fifteen years superintendent ol the city schools of Fairmont, and now and for the past five years president o! the Fairmont State Normal School — this is an outline of Joseph Rosier ' s career. But such a statement ignores the years of striving for an education, ol struggling for advancement, of zealous study of men and books, of hard work and success. A steady but gradual advance up the hill, a continuous enrich- ment from year to year, all this explains in part the signal success that has marked President Rosier ' s career. In the five years that Mr. Rosier has been head of the Normal School, the Normal School has advanced rapidly, more rapidly perhaps than at any other period in its history. The splendid new building has been erected and appropriations for a new dormitory have come during this five years. The faculty has been enlarged and improved, the course of study made more modern and progressive, and the normal school idea worked out more perfectly. If at the present time Fairmont Normal stands at the head of the Normal schools of the state as a teacher training institution, it is because Mr. Rosier has wisely guided the school along a predetermined path. Foreseeing and patient, but energetic and progressive, President Rosier has been an ideal guide. Teachers and students alike hold him high in respect, admiration and affection. FACULTY Joseph Rosier, a. m. President of the Normal, Instructor in School Management and Supervisions Walter Barnes, a. m. Assistant to the President, Head of Extension Department and English Depart- ment, Instructor in Methods of English. Francis Shreve, a. m. Head of Education Department, Instructor in Psychology and History and Principles of Education. (Absent on leave second semester.) E. L. Lively, b. s. agr. Director of Short Course, Instructor in Agriculture. Inez M. Johnson Instructor in Elementary School Methods. Jessie B. Ice Training School Supervisor. Frank S. White, a. b. Instructor in Short Course Education. H. J. McGlNNIS, s. C. Instructor in Rural Education, Registrar. Morris K. Turner, ph. d. Head of History Department, Instructor in Methods in History. Dorcas Prichard, a. b. Dean of Women, Instructor in History. , (On leave of absence.) QBrmt C- A| ns Harold F. Rogers, a. m. Instructor in Chemistry and Physics. (Assisting at W. V. U. 1918-19.) Laura F. Lewis, a. m. Instructor in English. Mrs. N. R. C. Morrow, a. m. Instructor in English. E. E. Mercer, a. b. Instructor in English. Ethel Ice, a. b. Instructor in French, Acting Dean of Women. Harriett Chappell Instructor in Domestic Art and Science. Laura Briggs Instructor in Drawing, Methods in Drawing. Harriett Schroeder Instructor in Vocal Music, Methods in Music Rachel Toivonen Instructor in Physical Education, Methods in Physical Education. Mrs. Emory F. McKinney Librarian. Amy Rogers Rice Instructor in Piano. Mrs. Alleda Snyder Preceptress in Dormitory. Mrs. Jane Conklin Ashcraft Secretary. Wm . ; 3? • - v jl - ®£3tv flfl ■ .  i ' J i |3 • ■ SENIOR NORMAL CLASS Motto: Pep. Flower: Violet Colors: Purple and Cold. Class Officers: President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Music Director Class Poet I lislonan Madge Clovis June Lilly . Margaret Barr King Ethel Lee Helen Rogers Lucille Henry Mildred Harvey Class Roll: Bartlett, Christine Bennett, Gladys Church, Jessie Clovis, Madge Fisher, Lucile Frum, Marie Gaskin, Catherine Hagerty, Josephine Harvey, Mildred Henry, Lucille Kemper, Freda King, Margaret Barr Lee, Ethel Shinnston, Fairmont, Fairmont, St. Marys, Fairmont, Fairmont, Monongah, Farmington, Fairmont, Fairmont, Morgantown, Fairmont, Fairmont, W. Va. W. Va. W. Va W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. Lilly, June Miller, Margaret McGranahan, Virginia .. Pell, Laura Preston, Bessie Preston, Meade Price, Amanda Poling, Zella Ridgway, Jessie Rogers, Helen Romano, Mary Robinson, Virginia Sapper, Irma Bluefield, .. McMechen, Wheeling, Fairmont, Fairmont, Fairmont, Farmington, Parsons, Barracksville, Moundsville, Fairmont, Monongah, Fairmont, W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va. W. Va W. Va. W. Va. CLASS HISTORY All beginnings are difficult. The class of 1919 soon after their entranc e into the Fairmont State Normal School in September, 1917, discovered the truth of this familiar proverb. The class was small, numbering only thirty-one members, and this number was destined to be still further reduced by the war, which left only the feminine contingent of twenty-three to complete the course. This is a very remarkable circumstance, as it is the first time in the history of the normal school that there have not been male members to add variety to the class. For the class motto, a small word of great meaning was selected PEP, which to us in those strenuous times signified Patience, Energy, and Perseverance. These desirable qualities characterized the entire class in all of its varied activities. A large measure of the success attained by the class may be attributed to the ability and diligence of its popular class officers, Profossors Turner, Shreve, and Barnes, who deserve great credit for their tireless and well directed efforts. And when we receive our diplomas in June as a testimony of the satisfactory completion of our studies, we shall pass out into the broader field of life and endeavor by profitable and serviceable careers to reflect credit upon our Alma Mater. Mildri d L. Harvey. Nin Walter Barnes, a. m. Class Adviser for Senior Normals. The Senior Normal Class congratulates itself on having as its Class Officer a person so broad-minded and so worthy of honor and respect as Mr. Walter Barnes. To each of us he has been, and ever will be, an inspiration for bigger and better things. If, in future years, our bits of service in life will have helped to put lighted candles in darkened corners, let the laurel wreath crown not only the members of the Senior Normal Class, but also our highly esteemed Class Officer, Mr. Barnes. Ten SENIOR SHORT COURSE CLASS Class Motto: Do the best you can with what you ha] you are. Class Flower: Maize and Blue. Class Flower: The Margariie. Class Officers: Faculty Adviser E. L. Lively President Lucille Hamilton Vice President Kate Leaman Secretary and Treasurer Ida Smith Class Poet Lucille Hamilton Class Historian Beatrice Hall Class Roll: Lenore Berry Opal Findley Lacy Neva Gardiner Lucile Hamilton Beatrice Hall Mary Margaret Hess Ethel Mary Heston Wyatt, W. Va. Gem, W. Va. Paden City, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Wyatt, W. Va. Opekiska, W. Va. Kate Leaman Emma Milstead Elizabeth Post Susan Queen Iva Jean Rominc Ida Smith Ruth Weaver Marjorie V. Lynn Benton ' s Ferry, W. Va. Ada Wagner Fairmont, W. Va. Clarksburg, W. Va. Baxter, W. Va. Clarksburg, W. Va. Clarksburg, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Fairview, W. Va. Grafton, W. Va. CLASS SONG (To tune of Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie Melody. ) We ' re the Short Course Seniors of the Fairmont Normal School. We ' re steadfast, always pass. And we never break a rule. With Maize and Blue our colors true, What else but good things could we do? We ' ve got some good class spirit, And then our motto: Why — you just should hear it! Full of song and full of pep, we ' re glad The whole day thru; And when we work never shirk, no matter what we do. There is no other class that stands above her. The Senior Short Course Class — Oh, how we love her! Three cheers for the class of nineteen Of the Fairmont Normal School. W. Lucille Hamilton, ' 19. CLASS HISTORY Hep, Hep, Forward March. In the fall of nine-teen-eighteen, twenty-two bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked maidens enlisted as privates in the famous Senior Short Course Regiment which is stationed at the Fairmont Normal School. Soon they were organized with Captain Lively at the head, who has led them thru one year of hard training, which has enabled them to become strong and capable of teaching others how to win the battles of life. Lieutenant White has aided them in overcoming their three great enemies, Principles of Teach- ing, Principles of Education, and School Management. Under the direction of Sergeant Johnson they have received the methods of dealing with these enemies. Corporal Ice has inflicted upon them just punishment when they became unruly or disobeyed the rules of the camp. Do not th ink that the Senior Short Course Regiment has no time for social enjoyment, for they do. Early in the year they organized a Literary Society which met once every two weeks in Lyceum Hall. A special program was given, followed by a social hour, and refreshments and announcements by Captain Lively. Another event was a party given by the officers of the Regiment on the evening of February 27th. All the members and officers of the regiment and their friends were present, also officers from other regiments in the same camp. The soldiers of the Senior Short Course Regiment are looking forward to receiving their honorable discharges in June. They hope that after they are gone from the Fairmont State Normal School Camp, Captain Lively and all other officials will think of them as having been one of the bravest and best regiments that was ever stationed at the Fairmont State Normal School Camp. Beatrice Hall, Class Historian. THE PLANTING OF A TREE It stands there on the sloping hillside, just below the driveway that leads to the Normal School, and just above the street. It is the emblem of a splendid Class which will soon be gone, but not forgotten. As we placed it there on the fifth of May, and as each member of the class carefully put a shovel of soil over its sturdy roots, our Class President gave an inspiring little talk. When the last shovel of soil was placed, the clouds above opened and rain poured down upon our little tree. The brown branches glistened with raindrops. We felt that He, too, was with us in the planting of our tree. We thought of the future years when we should return and find the tree we had planted, sway- ing in the breeze, a scarlet thing of beauty, furnishing a snug home for the feathered folk and a wel- come shade for the dusty wayfarer. Although it will not be as sturdy as the oak, or as graceful as the willow, it will be a tree of marked beauty. It is a species of the Norway Maple, which is grown so extensively in Europe. It sometimes reaches the height of one hundred feet, and has a round spreading head. It is used extensively as a shade tree. In the years to come it will be very attractive, a scarlet spot against a green hillside, for unlike most trees its foliage is strongly tinged with red. Even as I write this, a few weeks after the planting, tiny red buds are beginning to appear on its brown branches. It is the sincere wish of the Short Course Class, that our little tree will not only serve to beautify the grounds on which the New Normal is placed, but that it may serve to inspire, to give joy and com- fort to all those who may pass its way. We hope that we, the Short Course Class, will be as quick to answer the call of service as our maple tree. May we give comfort and pleasure and inspiration to those about us and spread our branches forth and give to the hungry world the joy for which it thirsts, even as the little tree beautifies the grounds, gives shade to the weary traveler and a home for the friendly birds. Long Live Our Short Course Tree! Thirteen E. L. Lively, b. s. agr. Class Officer. Mr. Lively is a native of West Virginia, and was born in Fayette County. He attended the public schools of Fayetteville Academy. After graduating from here he attended Marshall College, from which institution he graduated in 1 906. Mr. Lively as a student was very ambitious, and during his college days earned money for his education by working on a farm, and in a coal mine. In 1912 Mr. Lively graduated from West Virginia University, from which insti- tution he expects to receive his master ' s degree this summer. He was principal of public schools at Sun, Fayette County, for four years, and of the Friendly public schools for three years. Later he was a teacher in Nicholas and Tyler County High Schools. In March, 1912, Mr. Lively came to Fairmont Normal, and has been here ever since at the head of the Agriculture Department. In addition to his agricultural work, he is a class adviser of the Senior Short Course Class, manager of the Normal School Lecture Course, and Faculty Business Manager of the Normal Bulletin. The Senior Short Course Class is proud to have had Mr. Lively for their class adviser, and when they go out to teach they will always feel, as all alumni do, that they have a faithful friend back at Fairmont Normal School. SENIOR ACADEMIC CLASS Class Motto: Quality not Quantity Class Colors: Old Rose and Silver. Class Flower: Sunburst Rose Sarah Stephenson, Presient Ruth Musgrove, Vice-Pres. Emma Parke, Sec.-Treas. Nellie Hawkins Ruth Ross Charles H. Conway Weston, W. Va. ...Fairmont, W. Va. Blacksville, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Morgantown, W. Va. Class Song: The Noble Six (Tune of Till We Meet Again ) There ' s a class in this school of small number, Of quality not quantity, you see. Sure it is not often said That we ' re light in the head, And famous we ' re all sure to be. Sarah, Ruth, Emma, Ruth, Nellie, Charlie, The noblest of students you see. And tho lacking in boys We ' re not short of joys, This quality class of nineteen. CHORUS: The noble six we now present to you. And we ' re about to say our last adieu. Tho we ' re few, we ' re not so small ; And we ' re loyal, loyal, all; We ' ll sing your praises all the wide world o ' er And we ' ll bring good luck right to your dcor. We are the class of two plus four, — Senior Ac ' s, you see. SEMIOR ACADEMIC CLASS HISTORY The date, September 10th, 1918, determined that the number of the Senior Academic Class was to be only six. It was then we decided that we must make up in quality what we lack in quantity, and we chose Quality not Quantity, as our motto. There are reasons for our class ' being limited to this small number. Some of our former members were called to take their places in the ranks of the sreat world war, while others left school to take the places made vacant by those who were with the colors. Still others left at the beginning of their senior year to join the short course class to prepare for immediate service in teaching. Although our class is small in number one can not accuse us of taking a small part in affairs, ether in school or out. Three of our number have been successful teachers, and one of these three has been secretary of the rural section of the State Educational Association. One of our class has been president of the Y. W. C. A. and a delegate from this organization to its summer conference at Eagle ' s Mere, while others of our number have been cabinet members of the Y. W. C. A. Also the secretary-treas- urer of the student body and two members of the Mound board were chosen from our class. One of the two highest average grades made by the members of the three senior classes was made by a member of our class. Part of our number have taken active part in the athletics of the school, and the whole class took part in the Shakespearean play presented in Chapel. But now our school days at F. S. N. S. will soon be over. We shall go to other schools for training along our chosen vocations. As we think back on our school days we shall have pleasant mem- ories associated with them. We shall also think of our loyal class officer. Miss Ethel Ice, who was ever ready to help us when called upon, and it is partly due to her that we have had such success. Now that we must soon leave this school we shall not forget our motto, but carry it on through life, so that our Alma Mater will never have occasion to be ashamed of her small class of ' 19. E. M. P.- ' 19. Fifteen Ethel Ice, a. b. C7ass Adviser and Dean of Women. SENIOR ACADEMIC CLASS POEM Come join hands and sing with me The praises of the best of classes, Which is composed of just one boy And five bright, jolly, happy lasses. Tho we are few in number I ' m sure you will agree There never was a better class, And few as fine as we. We go about our work each day With a quiet determination That we will always do our best And try to shun temptation. And when the time has come, at last. When here our work is ended, Sadness, pride, and happiness In our hearts will all be blended. For we have loved our dear old school — Yes, we have loved it dearly — And when we turn our faces hence You ' ll see our grief clearly. But we ' ll not grieve so very long, For life is not for grieving ; But rather making others glad. True joy in turn receiving. And could it be that we should fail With such a happy creed? No, I am sure you all will see That in each deed we will succeed. Ruth Muscrove, ' 19. Sevenieei JUNIOR NORMAL CLASS Class Colors: Red and Black- Class Flower: Red Rose. Class Motto: Actions Speak Louder Than Words. Class Officers: President Mildred Mapel Vice President Pauline Reed Secretary Margaret Cowan Treasurer Lydia Hall Faculty Adviser Morris K. Turner Class Roll: Grayce Amos, Farmington, W. Va... .The only Junior who can make a good impression on the man of our class. Shelagh Baker, Monongah, W. Va Small but mighty is this bright lassie. Adine Bing, Laurel, Neb Merry and blithe as the lark is she. Mildred Boggess, Parkersburg, W. Va. .Duty before pleasure. Flossie Brownlee, Fairmont, W. Va. Truly a combination of ambition and cheerfulness. Edith Clovis, St. Mary ' s, W. Va Lively, witty, and full of fun. Marie Copenhaver, Wallace, W. Va. Marie is blessed with an unusual amount of beauty. Margaret Cov an, Fairview, W. Va. Serious, sincere, and sweet. Mary Creighton, Fairmont, W. Va. If it ' s French, ask Mary. Lois Davisson, Fairmont, W. Va. Lois ' middle name is Good Time. Martha Frum, Fairmont W. Va Martha is ever on hand when help is needed. Dorothea Giles, Fairmont, W. Va This girl is especially fond of Agriculture because it has a a chapter on Timothy. Lydia Hall, Lost Creek, W. Va. Everyone who knows Lydia says she is our prize student. Carrie Hawkins, Fairmont, W. Va When it comes. to literary talent who can beat Carrie? Lillian Johnson, Mannington, W. Va A new but very much appreciated member of the Junior Class. Mildred Mapel, Fairmont, W. Va Here is a girl who has not one talent but ten. She especially likes to use them in helping others. Velma Mayne, Enterprise, W. Va. We are sure this comely brown-eyed maiden will make a successful teacher (or housekeeper either). Walter Mclntire, Fairmont, W. Va A rose among thorns (?) Blanche McMillan, Clarksburg, W. Va A good example of grace and dignity. Nettie Morgan, Fairmont, W. Va. In size a wee bit, Full of humor and wit. Marie Morris, Fairmont, W. Va. Di d you ever see Marie without a smile? Grace Powell, Blacksville, W. Va. Her very silence tells us that her thoughts are deep. Pauline Reed, Fairmont, W. Va. No matter whether it ' s a salad or a solo, Pauline is equal to the occasion. Lucy Rex, Broomfield, W. Va. When she sings all stop to listen. Marie Rice, Rivesville, W. Va. Marie is seldom seen without Grayce. Phyllis Shriver, Fairmont, W. Va. Phillys ' hobby is letter writing. Louise Snider, Fairmont, W. Va. All aboard for a good time. Sylvia Swisher, Monongah, W. Va. Very quiet and studious. Edna Tarleton, Watson, W. Va. Impossible it is for us to tell Of the charms of this girl we love so well. Mable Vogan, Mannington, W. Va. A pretty girl that we are proud to claim. Nineteen THE JUNIOR NORMAL EXPLORERS We find by reading our histories that explorers have many trials and tribulations but generally in the end accomplish some great deed. Now, it so happens that on Sept. 11, 1918, twenty seven young women met at the Fairmont Normal School, where we started on an exploration of the country, known as Teaching. We were all green as to the mountains and other difficulties we would meet, so we were given a guide (Dr. Turner). He mapped out all of the deserts, rivers, and mountains, we would have to pass over, and some that we could explore if we wished. During the first half of the year, we explored the Great Desert How to Study. We found many wonderful articles here that we never dreamed of being in the land of teaching. One of the most famous rivers, that we explored was the great Psychology of Human Nature. We found this river to be very deep and also to contain many fish. Some of these fish we never heard of before, for ex- ample, Instincts. One night while out exploring we decided to call all of our explorers in and have a merry time (Junior Normal party). We had several games, told stories and sang some of the old love songs. We had quite a bit of fun which stimulated us for further exploration. Each day as we traveled along, we gained new knowledge about this wonderful country known as teaching. We were greatly surprised to learn on February the tenth that we had been exploring four and one-half months, also that we had accumulated so much knowledge. We had four and one-half months more before we would return to our homes, for a short time. Our guide told us that in order to learn more knowledge about Teaching we would have to explore the Great Vaticans ' Psychology of Thinking, and the mountain General Methods. We have put in four and one-half months exploring these great places of interest, but find that we need more time to learn more about them. We had quite a jolly time during this part of our exploration even though we did have to explore the fire-spitting volcano, Psychology of Thinking. During the first half of our trip we met a group of explorers who called themselves the Seniors. They wished to show how they appreciated us, so one evening they gave us a very delightful entertainment. A little later we wished to return the appreciation, so we invited them over to our camp. We had quite jolly times together during the rest of the season. We regret very much that they will not be with us next year. We hope that we are thoroughly familiar with the section of Teaching that we have explored. Next fall this same party is going to explore some more of the wonderful country that we have been tell- ing you about. We hope that by June 1920 we will have a very good knowledge of the Great Land of Teaching. C. H.--20. Twenty JUNIOR ACADEMIC CLASS Class Motto: We Ca.i Because We Think We Cai Class Colors: Lavender and Gold. Class Flower: Lilac. President Vice President Secretary and Tre Georgia Dye William Welch Marie Berry Class Roll: Marie Berry, Wyatt, W. Va. A good musician? Well I should say; Everyone listens when she starts to play. Edna Lee Clovis, Burton, W. Va. Though Edna ' s little, she ' s very wise. And the work she can do doesn ' t depend on her size. Grace Cunningham, Wheeling, W. Va To be a nurse is her highest aim, And in this profession we wish her fame. Georgia Douglas, Lost Creek, W. Va. Very sedate and very bright She always studies with all her might. Ruth Douglas, Lost Creek, W. Va. Although to school she came quite late. When the school term ends she ' ll be up-to-date. Georgia E. Dye, Minerals Wells, W. Va. Georgia ' s our president and a good one, too; To each of her duties she ' s always been true. Dessie Goodwin, Fairmont, W. Va. Off again — on again; gone again — Flanagan. This very well applies to Dessie ' s school record. Madeline Ingle, Mannington, W. Va. Fond of play but not of work. Where there ' s study she doesn ' t shirk. Ruth Shough, Hundred, W. Va Bright and studious, happy and gay. Loyal and true all the day. Dennis Vaughn, Willow Bend, W. Va This is Dennis, better known as Jim. In future years, we shall hear of him. Gladys Watkins, Hoult, W. Va. Gladys is her name, to study is her aim, She ' s not very large, but she ' s mighty just the same. William H. Welch, Fairmont, W. Va William the chivalrous, William the brave. It is about William, that all the girls rave. Trventv-oi — — m jM JH mm h p ST ipljpPB ..- ' % - 1 ms • S p- 1 s cwst •U© WW Bk p i MtBB • Bl - ♦ ' SOPHOMORE CLASS Class Motto: Cany On. Class Colors: Green and White. Class Flower: Pink Rose. President Vice President Secretary and Treasurer.. Social Chairman Patrick J. Fahey Louis Giffin .Lethitia Bothwell Phyllis Kidder Lott Class Roll: Marcus Allen Pearl Ammons Letitia Bothwell Tusca Clelland Elva Dunham Charlie C. Durrett Patrick J. Fahey Louis Giffin Oliver Gumm Agatha Hamrick Dortha Hamrick Stella Heflin Jessie Hoover Center Point, W. Va. West Alexander, Pa. Lowesville, W. Va. Catawba, W. Va. Bridgeport, W. Va. Kingmont, W. Va. Fink, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Frametown, W. Va. Cloverlick, W. Va. .Cloverlick, W. Va. Pennsboro, W. Va. Hoover, W. Va. Phyllis Kidder Lott Elizabeth Lowther Mrs. Evlyn Michael Irene Millan Clarice Riffe Nellie Rosencrance Heschel K. Rust Virginia Say Nettie May Stalnaker W. Odis Stalnaker Christine Summers Arban Tarleton Tim Vandergrift Jenkins, Ky. Pike, W. Va. Mannington, W. Va. ..Worthington, W. Va. Ravenswood, W. Va. Beverly, W. Va. Fairmont, W. Va. Finch, W. Va. Horner, W. Va. Horner, W. Va. Burnt-House, W. Va. Watson, W. Va. Colfax, W. Va. THE CLASS OF 21 We ' re the class of ' 2 1 . Now Sophomore is our name, And we know in future years Some will win great fame. Twenty-six is our number, And of it we are quite proud. Sure we are all good workers Though we are a jolly crowd. Carry On, is our motto; To it we will be true. Though our tasks are many, There is nothing we can ' t do. We may not all be teachers, Yet in the course of time We will carry on to others Knowledge and truth sublime. — Jessie H oover. Trventy-three YOUNG WOMEN ' S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION Officers- Faculty Adviser President Vice President Secretary Treasurer 19 Ethel Ice Ruth Ross Mildred Mapel Ruth Musgrove Ethel Heston Officers— 1919-20 President Vice President Secretary Treasurer Mildred Maple Edna Tarleton Nettie Morgan Lydia Hall Grace Amos Shelagh Baker Marie Berry Lenore Bery Adme Bing Letitia Bothwell Marie Copenhaver Jessie Church Ruth Douglas Georgia Dye Martha Frum Pearl Frankhouser Dessie Goodwin Lucille Hamilton Lydia Hall Members: Carrie Hawkins Lucille Henry Ethel Heston Mary Hess Freda Kemper June Lilly Ethel Lee Phyllis Lott Mildred Mapel Nettie Morgan Ruth Musgrove Emma Parke Laura Pell Elizabeth Post Grace Powell Amanda Price Bessie Preston Susan Queen Ruth Ross Helen Rogers Mary Romano Pauline Reed Jessie Ridgway Nellie Rosencrance Louise Snyder Ruth Shough Christine Summers Edna Tarleton Mabel Vogan Gladys Watkins Tn cnt]i-five J. S. T. C. President Vice President Secretary Tre Critic Madge Clovis Lucille Henry Amanda Price Mildred Harvey Lucille Henry Program Committee: Jessie Ridgway Mearle Preston Ethel Heston Members: Shelagh Baker Gladys Bennett Pearl Fankhouser Dorothea Giles Phillis Lott Emma Milstead l Marie Berry Iven Gilland Helen Manly Lenore Berry Catharine Gaskins Virginia McGranahan Adine Bing Lucy Gardner Laura Bell Pell Flossie Brownlee Mildred Harvey Bessie Lee Preston Louise Burns Lucille Henry Mearle Preston Madge Clovis Mary Hess Amanda Price Edith Clovis Ethel Heston Susan Queen Tusca Clelland Lucille Hamilton Jessie Ridgway Mary Creighton Carrie Hawkins Virginia Robinson Lois Davisson Miss Inez Johnson Helen Rogers Ruth Douglas Freda Kemper Mary Romano Georgia Douglas Margaret Barr King Ada Wagner Georgia Dye Kate Leaman William Welch Lucille Fisher Ethel Lee Ruth Weaver Marie Frum Honorary Members: Miss Lucas Mr. Francis Shreve Miss Weyman Mis s Satterfield Mrs. Thoma s Ashcraft Johnson Story-Telling Club. Children love stories. A good teacher will know many stories and know them well. The value of story-telling was realized in our Normal school about five years ago when a club was organized under the guidance of Miss Inez Johnson. This year the club has been very active and rewards for its labors can be easily seen. Meetings were held every Monday night, with few exceptions, and very entertaining programs were given. The stories were divided into different groups, so that at one time the program would consist of animal stories, again of humorous stories, mythology stories, or miscellaneous programs with special features. Two Junior Story-Telling Clubs have been organized; one in the East Side School under Miss Daisy Watkins, and the other, in the Butcher School. These boys and girls were the guests of the J. S. T. C. many times this year. Besides this work members of the J. S. T. C. have provided enter- tianment at many of the chapel exercises in the public schools. The club closed its successful year with a marshmallow and wiener roast held on Monday night, May twenty-sixth. Twenty-scv THE PLAT The chapel program of February 27th consisted of the presentation of two scenes from the Merchant of Venice, viz: That between Launcelot Gobbo and his father at the court scene. The following students made up the cast: Old Gobbo William Welch Launcelot Gobbo Lenora Berry Court Scene: Shylock William Welch Antonio Lenora Berry Bassanio Emma Park Portia Marie Berry The Duke of Venice Grace Cunningham Norissa Ruth Ross Messenger Phillis Lott ( Ruth Musgrove Clerks Georgia Dye (Sara Stephenson The players were members of Mrs. Morrow ' s Shakespeare classes and were thor- oughly in love with their work. The dramatic training was given by Miss Johnson, who also saw to the procuring of the costumes. These, beautiful and appropriate, were loaned by Mr. E. C. Jones, the merchant. The performance was credible to all that took part as well as to the trainer, and that chapel was pronounced one of the most interesting of the entire year. Trvcntv-ninc ARBOR DAY A most beautiful and interesting series of exercises were held in connection with tree planting day, Monday, May 5th. Previous to this time the faculty and each class had selected a tree and a place for planting the same on a conspicuous place on the campus. The classes assembled at their selected places at 3:30 for planting their trees, and during the process of planting some unique programs were carried out. The faculty planted a live oak; the Senior class, a ginkgo; the Short Course, a Schwedleri maple; the Junior Normals, a sweet gum; the Senior Academics, a white birch; other Academic classes, an American white birch. The following examples will show the character of the exercises rendered: Relation of Trees to Early Development of Music Miss Schroeder Music and nature are so closely related one can scarcely think of one without the other. In its origin we find music being used in the worship of trees and dryads. Many English folk-songs show this unmistakably. The Christmas carols with their reference to the yule log: The Oak and the Ash and Kelvin Grave, are examples of this type of song. Woodwind instruments have grown out of the natural sound of wind playing thru reeds; per- cussion instruments in America originated with Indians and their custom of stretching the skins of ani- mals over the hollow trunks of trees and beating on them with clubs. Our reed organs likely had their origin in Japan, where twenty-one youn« bamboo canes were hollowed, placed in a gourd and blown thru a reed placed in the side of a gourd. In later art-song development we find such masterpeices as Schuberts, Erl King and The Lin- den Tree. We can only hope that the trees on this campus will inspire students in the study and enjoy- ment of music. TREES (By Joyce Kilmer — Read by Mr. Barnes) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth ' s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair ; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me. But only God can make a tree. ! poem was read by Lucille Ha The folio ilton: He who plants a tree planteth love; Tents of coolness spreading out above Wayfarers he may not live to see. Gifts that grow are best; Hands that bless are blest; Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree, His work its own reward shall be. — Selected. OUR BIRCH TREE ' Tis the fifth day of May, Nineteen and nineteen the year. By the class of twenty-one This tree is planted here. Its little white branches Soon will be covered with leaves, And it will grow to be The most beautiful of trees. When on future May-Days The branches are covered with bloom, And out upon the sunny breeze It wrafts its sweet perfume, We shall not be forgotten. Though far away we may be; Our memories will live By the planting of this tree. — Jessie Hoover, ' 21. Thirty-one VOCAL DEPARTMENT OF MUSIC (Miss Harriet Shroeder, Instructor) The most conspicuous of the musical groups in the Normal School is usually the chorus. In spite of the effects of influenza which were particularly noticeable in musical activities, the chorus has kept up its customary work. Aside from furnishing music for various Liberty Loan meetings, the float furnished for the Liberty Loan parade in the early fall was a much talked of feature. The girls were pleased and gratified that their group of songs at the May Educational Conference met with such sincere approval, not only by our local school people, but our more distant visitors. As usual the commencement music will feature this group of girls, who spend their time and efforts in mak- ing the school activities more attractive with their good voices. Students had an opportunity this year which was as unusual as it was enjoyable. A quintette from the Dunbar school gave a chapel program of their own folk-songs. Negro spiritual songs have had a conspicuous place on many artist ' s programs in the last year, and it was a very great pleasure to hear them sung by the people who can do them best. The double quartette from the woman ' s club gave a group of Russion songs which were particu- larly interesting, since they originated in Ukrania. Aside from the assembly work presented in music, the students have heard the city ' s best musicians in solo work in the chapel periods thruout the year. The school is very appreciative of those who have made the music more vital by their interpretations of the good music given here, and wish to perpetuate their gratitude by making mention of it in this year book. PIANO DEPARTMENT (Am]) Rogers Rice, Instructor) Because of the splendid patriotism of its students, the enrollment of the Normal School has been greatly reduced for the last year or two, but in spite of this fact the number of students in the piano department is greater than it has been for several years, which goes to show that this department is in a flourishing condition. This year two recitals are to be given by the piano students, the first of which will be given on the first of June, during the week of commencement events, and the second during the first week of summer school. These recitals, with the exception of a few numbers at the beginning by the Junior department, are to be quite advanced in character. The two piano selections, both in duet and quartette forms, are to be special features as usual, and are to be of a very high class. Not only the students of the Normal, but members of the faculty as well have shown their interest and marked ability in the assembly, and at the first recital, several two piano selections will be fur- nished by a quartette from the ladies of the faculty. Miss Rice will teach as usual in the summer school. Thirty-three IA1RMUNI COLLEGE LIBRARY DOMESTIC SCIENCE DEPARTMENT One of the biggest features of the Domestic Science Department is the serving of formal dinners at the close of the second semester. This brings into practice all the theory learned during the entire year and is the best means of finding out whether or not the girls have grasped the fundamentals in Domestic Science — in the art of cooking and serving. On Wednesday evening May 14th, a dinner of lovely appointments was given at the Normal School by this department, under the supervision of Miss Harriet Chappell, instructor of Domestic Science. A color scheme of pink and white was carried out in the embellishments of the table and dining room. A fine menu was served and excellent service was given by the young ladies in charge. The dinner was served in four courses and consisted of the following: Pineapple Cocktail ided veal cutlets New cream potatoes Fresh buttered peas Olives Fuchia radishes Tomato flower salad Apple blossom sandwiches Rolls Strawberry ice-cream Rose cakes Coffee Prof. Walter Barnes presided as the host of the evening and the guests included the school super- intendents of Fairmont and Marion county and the principals of the Fairmont High School and ward schools. Seated at the table were City. Supt. of Schools, Otis G. Wilson; Supt. W. A. Hustead, of the East Side Schools; County Supt. Homer C. Toothman; Retiring County Supt. W. E. Michael; Prin. George H. Colebank, of the High School; Pr!n. Glen A. Keister, of the Barnes School; Prin. W. E. Buckey, of the Butcher School; Prin. W. A. Crowl, of the Fleming School; Prin. M. H. Cole, of the White School; Prin. J. S. Hawkins, of the Miller School; Profs. Walter Barnes, E. E. Mercer, Frank S. White, M. Turner and H. J. McGinns, of the Normal faculty. Another dinner party of lovely appointments was served by the young ladies of the Domestic Science Department on Tuesday evening, May 20th. The hostess, Miss Harriett Chappell, served an elegant menu. A color scheme of yellow and wh te was carried out in the decorations of the table and dining room. The menu was as follows: Orange Cocktail Maryland chicken Glazed sweet potatoes Celery Olives Buttered asparagus Rolls Perfection salad Saltines Pineapple ice-cream Angel food cake with yellow icing Almonds Yellow and white mints Coffee Covers were laid for President and Mrs. Joseph Rosier, Prof, and Mrs. Walter Barnes, Prof. and Mrs. E. L. Lively, Mrs. N. R. C. Morrow, Mrs. Alleda Snyder, Mrs. Emory McKinney, the Misses Jessie and Ethel Ice, Inez Johnson, Harriett Schroeder, Amy Rogers Rice, Rachel Toivonen, Laura Briggs, Harriett Chappell, Laura Lewis, Profs. E. E. Mercer, H. J. McGinnis and Frank White. Thirty-fivt TRACK MEET The most exciting and interesting event of the year took place April 1st, at 8:00 p. m., in the gymnasium of the old Normal School building, when the Senior Short Course Class met the Junior Normal Class in a very fast and thrilling athletic meet. A large number of spectators witnessed the event, and the cheering could be heard for blocks away. Much enthusiasm was manifested on the part of the players as well as those who looked on. A very fast and close game of basket-ball was the first feature of the evening ' s program, the Junior Normals winning by a score of 4-2. Players on both teams worked very hard and deserve much credit for the effort put forth. Between the halves of the basket-ball game a walking relay was carried on, which brought much cheering from the spectators. The Senior Short Course players were the winners in this, some new and very interesting forms of walking being displayed. Following this all the players participated in a game of nucomb. This proved to be one of the most interesting events of the evening, much good team work as well as excellent individual playing being shown. The Senior Short Course received the honors of this, winning by a score of 35 to 27. A 40 yard dash was carried on, eight players participating, four from each side, the four best runners dashing the second time. In this were three Short Course and one Junior Normal. The three winners received 5, 3 and I points, respectively, the Senior Short Course players carreid all nine points, thus eliminating the Junior Normals from the dash. PHYSICAL GRACE CHAPEL The chapel program May 15, consisted of a number of exercises and dances given by the Physical Education classes of the school. The introductory remarks were made by Mr. McGinnis, who brought out this new-found need for physical education in the schools. A small but appreciative audience (due to the fact that the majority participated) enjoyed the splendid exhibition of physical grace. The military marching by the Junior girls was particlarly well done. The most amusing feature was the exercises performed by the boys. The numbers were given in the following order: Building a Bonfire Beginning Class Tantoli Children ' s Polka ' 8- 9 Class Shoemaker ' s Dance ( Wand Drill 9- 10 Class Ukrainsky 2- 3 Class Norwegion Mt. March ... 9- 10 Class Marching ... . - 9 Class Villagers 9- 10 Class Indian War Dance 2- 3 Class Boys ' Work FAIRMONT NORMAL BULLETIN MOUND NUMBER VOL. 5 JUNE, 1919 No. 4 Published Annually by the Three Senior Classes. Editor-in-Chief Mary Romano Associate Editor Ada Wagner Business Manager Helen Rogers Associate Business Manager Emma Milstead Faculty Advisers J Literary— Laura F. Lewis ( business — L. L. Lively Stories Jessie Church Poems - Marie Frum Social Events Madge Clovis Locals and Personals Lucile Hamilton Soldiers ' Record ! Bessie Prestop ( Marjorie Lynn Organizations Lucile Fisher i Ethel Heston Class Reporters ■ Ruth Ross ( Ruth Musgrove THE SILVER LIMING The Normal had been prospering for a long number of years. The enrollment was large, the equipment was improving from year to year. The future seemed a bright one to those interested in the school. Just when everything had been given a good start and was running smoothly the war put a stop to it for a time. After a short time the enrollment began to diminish, young men and women turned to other duties, leaving their education for the time being. Then began the dark days, there were many drawbacks and discouragements, but the few remained, put their shoulders to the wheel, and kept things going. Every cloud has a silver lining, and it can be seen shining thru the dark, brighter each day. New students and old, too, are coming to our school, and each year from now on, the enrollment will enlarge and the Normal will be like old times again. With the new building and modern equipment and methods being used, there is no reason why the Normal should not fare even better than pre-war days. ORGANIZATIONS When an old movement falls out of time a new one is ready to take its place. So it happened with some of the organizations of our school this year. Not enough students were here to carry on the work of the Mozart and Lyceum societies, so they were dropped. Not long after this, other old organizations became more prominent and new ones sprang up. The Johnson Story-Telling Club has prospered more this year than ever before. The Y. W. C. A. is also doing splendid work. The new organization is the Barnes Individual Talent Club. This was organized by the Junior English Class for the purpose of developing and discovering talent in the different individuals of the group. Although this organiaztion has been organized but a short time, there is no doubt that it will continue for a long time. Forty-one MORPHEUS OFF DUTY It was early spring-time. Morpheus, like many people, decided that he should take a spring vacation. Now just what had put this into his head the other gods of his realm were not able to figure out. All they knew was that one fine morning they awakened to find Morpheus gone. They looked down upon the earth. There people were yawning, but could not sleep. Oh well, said Venus, he will be back by evening and then the earthly ones, as well as ourselves, will sleep the better for having to stay awake all day. The day passed and night came. Stars; twinkled from Dame Sky ' s purple robe, and shed their light upon a sleepless world. Babies and children were crying. The people of the world were tired but could not sleep. Even the gods and goddesses in their realm failed to sleep. Venus had made a mistake in her saying. Morpheus did not return to cast the wonderful charm of sleep over his world and realm. Where could he be? Diana looked the whole realm over, but no Morpheus. She looked through the wide, wide world below, but without success. Night wore on and people prayed for sleep. Now let us take a peep at Morpheus. Morpheus wanted a spring vacation. So, wisely keeping his thoughts to himself, he worked out h:s plans. Early on the morning of which we are speaking he proceeded to carry them out. He started out merely to enjoy the walk along country roads, which were edged with beautiful flowers and trees of all kinds. Now in this great realm of gods and goddesses there was but one power as great as the God of Sleep and that was the God of Invisibility, a very, very old man. This god lived in his own Pale and did not wander out. It was sa ; d that people who accidentally entered his domain never wandered out either! Of course, Morpheus could not see this little, old, invisible god, and, not knowing, went right into his domain. When he entered the valley belonging to the god of Invisibility, a spell was cast over him and he became invisible to all human beings — except the god who charmed him. This little old man cast the spell by saying: Good food for me shall hidden be. So I am to be eaten, thot Morpheus, but he said nothing. He knew himself to be unrecog- nized, and felt safe. For, thot he, can I not cast sleep over the god? But then he thot with ever increasing horror, no, he was on his vacation and had left the sack containing the never-failing sleep mist under a rock, just over the line of the valley. His knees shook, his courage failed. Could it be that he, the powerful Morpheus, was to be eaten by the little, old, ugly god of Invisibility, and that sleep would be lost to the world? He thought quickly. He could not expect help from his people, for they would now be unable to see him. He might put the old rascal to sleep if he had the won- Forty-tTeo derful sleeping mist — but it was just outside. Could he get it? Well, if he could pretend he was reaching over the border of the god ' s domain to pluck a flower, he might be successful. That was just what he would do. Creeping, creeping to the edge of the valley, he reached over and got the little bag. Ah! Now he would put the god of Invisibility into such a sleep that he would never awaken. He returned, looking as innocent as a child. The god of Invisibility, who had been busy at the time charming another wanderer, had failed to notice him. Knowing that, once in, no one could ever set foot out of his domain, he did not need to watch his prisoners all of the time. Till the death of the god the magic spell kept prisoners ' feet from ever crossing the line. As Morpheus neared the god of Invisibility, he loosened the strings of the magic sleep bag. The old man fell in his tracks, breathing heavily. Now for home and no more spring vacations for me, muttered Morpheus, home I go to friends and duty. Just as Morpheus crossed over the pale, the old god of Invisibility breathed his last breath. Morpheus went home and before speaking sent sleep upon the world. Poor tired people, how thankful they were for sleep. Little did they know what punishment had been sent upon Morpheus. Little did Morpheus know until he looked around to speak to his people. What had befallen him! In his haste to get out of the valley, Morpheus had forgotten to compel the god of Invisibility to lift the spell which had been cast over him. All the death of the god did for Morpheus was to free his feet. He must forever live alone, invisible to his friends; the curse of shirking duty. For the god of Invisibility was dead. — Shelagh H. B. Baker, ' 20. ONLY A MEMORY (Written May 11, 1919) As I sit alone at twilight, At the eve of a day in May, My thoughts sail backward and backward, And I go with them away. I leave the shore of the present And sail on the sea of time Till I reach of the country of the past. Where here I rest sublime. Again it ' s a beautiful evening in May, And I am a child once more, Weary and tired, from a day of play, Just as in days of yore. When darkness falls and bedtime comes And in my bed I lie. Mother comes and tucks me in And to slumberland I fly. But the breath of the white carnation That is pinned upon my breast Whispers It ' s only a memory, And I am aroused from my rest. — Gladys M. Watkins, - ' 20. Forty-threi THE HAUNTED HOUSE I had thought that I could make it home from Aunt Mattie ' s before it grew dark that night, if, at the gardener ' s suggestion, I would take the road that led past the old mill. When but a child I had gathered wild flowers there with other children, and it always seemed to possess a gruesome atmos- phere, a foreboding of evil, which caused us to stay clear of it at dusk. In fact I was well acquainted with it, and had really never seen the house which they said was haunted. But on this particular eve- ning, as it threatened a storm and as the country road was given to wash-outs and landslides at a time like this, I thought it best to try the other way, and anyway I was rather a big girl now and sup- posed to be brave. My horse was a good pal, and it was my own fault that I had stayed so long, but who could resist Auntie ' s fireside and cookie jar? It was for this I had hungered. I crammed my pockets with cookies, kissed Auntie good-bye, and reluctantly mounted old Faith- ful. As I rode away down the road I looked back and could not help feeling regret at my departure. But I took out a cookie, kicked old Faithful in the ribs, and hummed a tune as I galloped towards the entrance of the gap which harbored the old mil. However, as I neared this tunnel-like opening into the hills I noticed how dark the sky was, and my reverie was broken by a rumbling, rolling noise, which was thunder, but which semed to come out of the gap. Suddenly a streak of lightning caused old Faithful to start and me to stop breathing. Another rolling and howling; the rain grew chilly; I clung to my horse ' s neck. I was ready to enter the gap, which to me then was the jaws of death. I was nonplussed for the moment, but I thought how the boys at home would laugh at me for being afraid of a storm and of nature ' s buildings. So with a last start at the sight of a tree which resembled a man with his arms outspread, I rode bravely into the gap. By means of a flash of light- ning now and then I was able to make out the landscape. I was alone on a ridge which was scarcely wider than a path. Above me, and seemingly closing in on me, were two large hills and below me roared the falls of the old mill, which mingled with the thunder to make a hollow, death-rattle echo. But I steered bravely on. I hated to be out in a storm, and as John had told me of a little shelter house about a mile from the entrance, I resolved to reach there before the rain. My situation reminded me of Ichabod Crane, so I whistled as he had done. I had no appetite for any more cookies. Now it began to sprinkle, and with another flash of lightning I saw ahead of me what I took to be the shelter-house. A little board roof nailed up against some trees, probably the work of some boys. I looked neither to the right nor left, but gladly got down and crawled under, after leading my horse under the trees. It then began to pour and pour. Strangely I didn ' t feel afraid now, but oh! so tired. Having settled myself comfortably against the tree trunk, I looked out against the creek, and there in a vast meadow, but built up against the hill, was something that gave me a start. It was, as I knew, the haunted house. A large, white, plain-front, old, rambling homstead. It was minus win- dows and doors, which made me think of a death ' s head without eyes or teeth. I gazed intently at it, not being able to pull my eyes from it. It was raining in torrents, but I crawled out and walked down to the stream. I really had no excuse for these strange actions. Just as I had reached the edge of the stream, regardless of the pouring torrents the clouds cleared, the rain slacked, and that white, washy light which is charactertisic after a storm flooded the gap. I stood and looked at the house, which seemed more gruesome than ever in the milky whiteness. A woman dressed in white came out on the porch holding in her hand a lighted candle. She peered out across the meadows, walked to the edge of the porch, and to my awe-struck gaze vanished into space. I stood rooted to the ground, but not afraid. Here I was a young girl of seventeen, four miles from any place , in a storm and having just gazed at an immortal being not of this earth. I walked slowly back to my horse, mounted, and rode away. The storm had now ceased altogether, and the moon shone, warming the cold clammy air. I was in a doze and left it to old Faithful to take me anywhere he chose. It seemed hours and miles that we had traveled before I saw a small hut among the trees with a warm, welcome light shining from the windows. I got down at the gate, knocked at the door, and was admitted into a low-ceil- inged room, by a little old woman with white hair and old lace. I didn ' t speak, but sat down, at her motion, in a big chair. After hot tea and a rest, I found myself telling this strange, kind, old lady my story. At first I saw her start and grow pale at the mention of the old house, but when I reached the point about the woman in white the tears rolled down her face and she said, Oh! my Mary! ' Tis she, ' tis Mary. I stopped short and asked if I had frightened her or if she were ill. No child, I will tell you. My Mary was a laughing, pretty child, just your age when she married Jarvis, the big miner of Forty- four the mills. I didn ' t want her to marry him, but she put her arms around my neck and said nothing — only laughed in her pretty way. So they were married; and to my surprise, Jarvis, instead of taking her to the city, as he had promised, bought the old Slosson homestead and move there. Mary would not talk to me, about it, but as time went on I could see that they were not happy. (Here she couldn ' t speak for crying.) One day Jarvis was going to the town for supplies, and I told him before he left to tell Mary to come over and stay with me, to help me put up quince preserves. It was in the fall, when the fields were yellow and the trees were red. I went about with my work, going to the window now and then to see if she were coming. Finally it came ten o ' clock and I began to get worried. At twelve I was putting dinner on the table for two, but something told me she would not be here. I ate little, got up from the table, put on my bonnet and started for her house. Going up the path, everything seemecL to have stopped living, the flowers, the birds; no living thing about the place, and such a silence. I went to the front door, but it was locked, and so were the windows. I knocked and knocked, while my heart pounded like a sledge hammer, but there was no answer. I went to the side and back doors with the same result. I called and called with no response. (My child that was twenty long years ago and I was young then) I became desperate and broke a window. I stepped into the room and called; no answer, only a hollow echo. I went on into the kitchen, and oh! it makes me shudder to th ' nk of it, there in a pool of blood lay my own Mary. Jarvis came back and seemed to pine after that and I was assured then that he really loved her, but we could not find out who killed her. I would lie awake and think of her at nights, and one night I saw her. She was s ' .anding by my bed, and I was not afraid. I said, ' Mary, speak to me; tell me who killed you. ' ' He did it, Jarvis. ' Then she vanished. So I knew, but we never found him, he had left the country, — and so it was my Mary that you saw. At this I awoke and found myself leaning up against the tree trunk. I had fallen asleep and dreamed about the old house. The rain had beat in on me, and my cookies were nolhing but wet dough. It had ceased, and, as in my dream, the moon had washed the gap with a milky whiteness. I was late and I had three miles to go yet. I got astride old Faithful and said giddap, with a lump in my throat; and with a last shy look at the old house, I threaded my way home. — Grace Cunningham, - ' 20. PERSONALS Miss Gertrude Morgan and Mrs. Snyder wen visitors at chapel, Thursday, April 24th. Miss Laura Pell has returned to school after ; long and serious illness of rheumatism. Miss Helen Rogers is confined to her home ii Moundsville, recovering from a long illness of in fluenza. Miss Lucile Henry has returned to school after a few weeks ' absence, due to an attack of mumps. Miss Madaline Ingalls, of Mannington, is a new student at our school, starting her work on April 30th. Mrs. F. E. Nichols was a visitor at chapel on May 8th. Miss Emma Milstead and Miss Marjorie Linn spent the week end with Miss Ada Wagner at her home in Grafton, May 9, I and 1 1th. SPRING RECEPTION On the evening of April twenty-fifth, nineteen hundred ninteen, the old students of F. S. N. S. gave the annual spring reception in honor of the new students. The evening was spent very pleas- antly in getting acquainted with new people, and various entertaining games. At a reasonable hour refreshments were served and everybody went home feeling the better for having been there. JUNIOR— SENIOR PARTY. On May, thirteenth the Junior Normal Class gave the annual party for the Senior Normal Class, and it was a perfect success. The colors of the two respective classes were carried out in the dec- orations. The reception hall was decorated in the senior colors — purple and gold, and the study hall was most beautifully arranged for a dining room with red and black, the Junior colors, predomnat- ing. The evening was spent in various kinds of en- tertainments that made it indeed an enjoyable af- fair for all present. Forty-five AN ENLARGED PORTRAIT OE CHARLIE CHAPLIN ' S CO-STAR We had just boarded the ten o ' clock train, westward bound from Chicago, when a smiling porter of a decently brunette complexion came through the train crying, Miss Edna Purviance. Telegram for Miss Edna Purviance. I leaned over and gave my aunt a jab with my elbow, which all but broke her ribs. Listen to what he says; just listen! Edna Purviance is on the train! Aunt Mary tried to appear properly impressed and considering the fact that that magic name meant no more to her ears than Mary Jones, (uneducated as she was regard- ing the moving picture world) she succeeded rather well. I took it upon myself to eluci- date. Why she is Charlie Chaplin ' s leading lady. Didn ' t you ever notice that beau- tiful blonde who always plays opposite him? Just think! She is on this very train! I could not even wait until morning to seek out the famous screen beauty, but set out at once to make a tour of the entire train. Alas! no sign of Miss Purviance. Morn- ing came, and I resumed my search, but she seemed determined to withdraw from the collective eye of the common herd. However, even the thought of being so near to a celebrity could not quell my rising hunger, and so, much as I tried to banish such common and sordid thoughts as those of food, my aunt finally gained my reluctant consent to ac- company her for an hour in the diner. Hardly had we seated ourselves and tried to stop the billows of our coffee cups, than down the aisle of the rocking, bumping car came the goddess. Blonde, very blonde, was her hair, and black, very black, were her brows and lashes, and on the end of each eye lash was a little black bead of gummy paint. Her lips were ruby, and her cheeks a delicate peach blossom pink. And she was dressed entirely in black. On and on she came, until, to my trembling delight she seated herself opposite me at our very table. The longed-for opportunity had come. I opened my mouth, moistened my lips, swallow- ed hard, but words would come not. I decided to wait a short while, somehow speech seemed so futile. And then Miss Purviance gave her order to the bowing waiter. Oh, what a shock! White meat of turkey, Boston baked beans and brown bread, potato salad, mixed pickels, coffee, and strawberries and cream. I never thought of her as eating, — and eating such food. Nectar and ambrosia seemed too dainty for her, to my mind. However, she certainly had a most lutsy appetite, for she devoured every morsel of that exceedingly large meal. When she piid the waiter, she drew a number of twenty dollar bills from the pocket of her silk sweater and some loose change. It was then that I first noticed the black cameo ring on her right forefinger. It was an incfi square. The waiter brought back her change. She carelessly pocketed it without the formality of counting it, and on the tray she left a two-dollar note. After she had gone I remained in a trance for fully five minutes. Aunt Mary is an understanding creature. Under the circumstances, most any olher aunt would have said, I told you so. They are all alike. Why didn ' t you speak to her? I thought you were going to ask her how to secure a position in the movies. But did Aunt Mary say any of these things? No; she merely helped me to my feet, supported me as I reeled down the aisle to our compartment, and when we were seated safely in our section her only remark was, What beautiful blonde hair she has! — Phyllis K. Lott, - ' 21. Foriy-six KEEP TRYST As Bab emerged from the gym and scuffled along the winding path, one sneaker lace dragged and jerked behind, coyly inviting the gambols of a small kitten that lay by the path in the shade of a low spreading tree. One would have been apt to conclude that this irresistibly boyish person was an under-class man, unconscious of the depressed feeling that lay heavy on every Senior this particular June morning. But this was not so, the plain face, the slightly titled nose, the red-brown curls, the boyish whistle, all belonged to a most honored, most beloved Senior. Barbara Livingston was indeed the favorite of the class. But even the favorite, the pride of so fine a group of young women as made up the Senior Class of W College, could not be absolutely void of faults. Indeed no! And this- minute Bab was in the prime of one such fault. She was so fully enjoying herself that she seemed utterly to have forgotten that when she had left the gym but a second before, she had just ten min- utes to get ready for the most enjoyable of all the Senior Week Jollities. It was hardly a festivity. Those three last days together, that were spent in the log cabin on the woody heights a few miles from the village. Those three days are dearly remembered by every graduate of the college, and it is with fast beating hearts that each class of Seniors starts out for those happy sacred hours. A sharp dig by the small kitten, which had at last captured her prize, and a shrill whistle from the direction of Mead Hall aroused Bab from her reveries. Shaking the kitten, she ran and stumbled on towards a group of three girls, who, in immaculate suits of white, stood at the door of the dormitory. Bless me, child! Where have you been? called Mary, the practical. We surely did think you were lost. Yes for mercy sakes rush on or you ' ll never be ready when the carriages come, Betty promptly urged. Phyllis, though she said nothing, squeezed Bab ' s hand lovingly. Bab, not at all alarmed, calmed their fears with Yes, angels I ' ll be with you all in a minute, and with that disappeared through the doorway. I ' m quite sure she ' ll never make it, sighed Phyllis. I ' ll wait here for her. You girls go on and join the others at College Hall. If she gets ready, we ' ll meet you there. Two girls stood hestiating, but seeing the resolute look in Phil ' s calm eyes they knew that she had meant what she said, and so with the words of dissent unuttered on their lips they walked slowly away. Phil re-entered Mead and started up the stairs with the intention of going to Bab ' s room to help her dress, but remembering that it would take Bab the longer if she did so, stopped and sank heavily on the stairs. Must she give up one hour of those glorious last days with the girls? Oh! it would break her heart; but — looking up to the great stained windows at the landing, she smiled through her tears as she read the inscription Keep Tryst. Indeed faithful old Phil was keeping tryst this moment and she always would. For four long years those two words had been a comfort to her in depressed moments and so they were now. A door slammed in the corridor above and Bab, hat in hand, ran down the steps laughing in her happy fashion. You ' re a darling old dear to wait for me. You just knew I ' d need to be hooked, didn ' t you? she cried, hugging her friend, and then whirling around she presented a quite un-hooked back. When Phil finished, they locked arm and rushed off for the hall. Just as the last girl stepped into the very last carriage and the driver said Guess we ' ll have to go without t ' other ones, two breathless girls dashed wildly up, gasping, Hey, there! I guess you won ' t go without us, and they clambered into the vehicle. It was a merry ride through the shady cool country lanes, up hill and down dell. They were all making the most of the time that was left. All the jollity seemed to center around Bab. She pro- voked their laughter and made them forget that the end — horrible word — was so near. The first two days were gone before they could realize it. Gone — and they could never be recalled. The Freshmen, Sophomore and Junior presidents had each called meetings, and every occur- Forly-seven ence of those first years was brought to mind and discussed; all the achievements, all the funny mis- takes, no detail was omitted. Now the last day was here. The sun shone brightly, the faculty had arrived, the last meeting would soon be over. Bab took her place on the platform and called the meeting to order. As the roll was called each girl answered guilty or not guilty, according to whether or not she was engaged. There were many guiltys pronounced that caused much disturbance. Again and again Bab pounded for order. When the last name had been called the class prophet gave her prophecy and then they all joined hands and sang, as they had l ' ever sung before, their Alma Mater. The four inseparables, Bab and Ph ' l, Mary and Betty, walked along College Lane, arm in arm. Their black gowns trailed behind them; each carried a diploma tied with blue and white ribbons. They were no longer Seniors, they were Alumnae. In the morning the gay halls would be silent. Only a few, who were unable to get early trains, would be left. These four chums were going to the four extremities of the country. How long would it be before they met again? Mary, who was to be married during the summer to a young Captain lately returned from the war, was the first to speak. If I am to leave this afternoon, I ' ll have to get dressed, girls. All I hope for you all is that you may always be as happy as I am today. Then she turned and hurried up the stairs. When her foot steps died away in the corridor above, Bab, turned to Phil and Betty saying, Oh, angel darlings, it ' s just terrible. I ' ve tried not to believe that this was the end, but it is. I ' ll never see any of you again. Phil off in California with a rich aunt, and Betty off in Boston teaching. What chance has a country minister ' s daughter to ever see you again? Oh I just hate sober old sewing- bees and Ladies ' Aid Societies and Sunday School picnics — and — and being a country minister ' s grown-up, house-keeper daughter. I do, and with a sob she threw herself into Phil ' s arms. Slowly, unconsciously, Phyllis turned toward the landing, for they had stopped at the foot of the stairs when Bab had given vent to th ; s spasm. The late afternoon sun shone through the stained glass windows and cast a myriad of dawning lights upon the floor. Keep Tryst Phyllis whispered, and they smiled, for they knew they would. — Jessie Church, - ' 19. MEANS TO AN END An education they tell me Is now quite a necessity. In order to be educated From school you must be graduated. If at the bar you wish to be, Go to a university And study law and Socrates Till you ' re well versed in all decrees. If as a doctor you want fame. Go to a school that has a name; Study herbs and wield a knife Till you ' ve obtained your start in life. But if you choose to lead a life Of pedagogic fame and strife, Your effort must be very great To fit yourself for such a fate; Go to the Fairmont Normal School, Acquaint yourself with every rule, Prepare to lead a merry life Filled up with fun, devoid of strife. Forly-eight Psychology will teach you how To teach a verse about a cow, The child ' s experience will suggest The kind of method that is best. History of Ed. pursue with zeal. It tells how children used to feel When long ago they went to school And learned to lisp the Golden Rule. If you neglect School Management Quite soon in life you will repent. Sometimes your charges will be wild. Spare not the rod and spoil the child! Principles of Ed. require attention, But the things you learn you cannot mention. Study this with greatest care And reference work you must not spare. When on these subjects you have pondered And paths of knowledge you have wandered Without a doubt, without chagrin, Accept your Normal School sheepskin. — Bessie Preston, - ' 19. THE COLUMBIA ' S FATE (Written for Jr. Eng. Class— Old Ballad Style.) It was a bright and sunny day With not a hint of storm ; When the Columbia sailed away To meet her fate unknown. The glorious flag of America, From her mast-head floated free; To aid the Right, she sailed away To the land across the sea. Her cargo of Red Cross supplies, And ammunition too, Would be hailed with joy by the Allies, When the dangerous journey ' s thru. The captain, who was brave and true, He served his country well ; And every man in all h ; s crew Of his great deeds could tell. Both day and night a watch was kept, For the wily Hun U-boat. At night, thru the danger zone they crept, Their route no foe could note. They had but one day yet to sail, When the captain sa ' d to the mate, Just then I thot I saw a whale, The kind, you know, that spouts forth hate. Order the watch to be doubled tonight, And keep a strict lookout. Aye, aye sir, our part we ' ll do all right, Of that you need have no doubt. It happened just at dawn of day. That the forward lookout spied The trail a periscope had made, And to his mates he cried, A sub! a sub! my maties true, I ' m sure that ' s what I see; Its coming right toward us, too. But they need not think we ' ll flee. Each man went quickly to his place. To defend his country ' s pride. For well each knew there ' d be a chase When by the Huns their ship was spied. In sooth, they had not long to wait, ' Till the submarine swung around. My God! cried the captain to the mate, They surely know we are unarmed! Then too, we ' re neutral, sir, you know, They dare not sink this ship. You do not know the Hun, I trow; This is the Columbia ' s final trip. See! the sub is closer now, We ' ll get it soon, just wait. A shot passed right across the bow, The sign of German hate. You Yanks surrender, came the cry From the German submarine; If not, we ' ll blow your ship sky high, And you to smithereens. To this the captain made reply, My ship is owned by a neutral power, We ' ll not surrender, tho we die, Your threats will never make us cower. Ach so! you ' re full of Yankee ' pep, ' And won ' t obey my high command. Perhaps you will your words regret, Both you, and all your band! Do your worst, you bloody hog! A Yankee sailor shouted, You murder children, women flog. But men you ' ve never routed. Mein Gott we ' ll see to that right now. Men, loosen that destroyer. It struck her ri ht beneath the prow, And soon the waters gurgled o ' er her. The sub submerged, and then She sought another victim. Nor gave a thought to the awful sin She had just then committed. But the dauntless crew of the Yankee boat, By great good luck was saved; For a passing ship saw the men afloat And rescued them from a watery grave. Thus did the Columbia meet her fate. As had others oft before, And thus does Germany win our hate, And our desire to pay the score. — Edna Lee Shough, - ' 2( Forly-n CLOTHES AND ARABELLA Arabella looked queer. The most optimistic could not have thot otherwise. Her expressive face, surrounded by its halo of red hair, peered out inquisitively from a mountain of astonishing millinery. There had been quite a council held over this particular article of feminine apparel while Arabella ' s wardrobe was in the state of being created. Aunt Caroline suggested ribbon for adornment, Sara Jane held out for red roses, while Mr. Watts maintained he always thot feather trimmins were awful stylish. Arabel la, literally applying the notion that a combination of heads, or their ideas, are better than one, and not wishing to offend any of her well-meaning relatives, cheerfully accepted all suggestions. The result was obvious, Arabella looked shgh ' .ly weighed down. The taste of her family was also evinced in the remainder of her toilet; a blue sailor collar flapped limply over a heavy brown jacket. There appeared to have been some dissention also in regard to the length of the skirt, and a compromise was the result. The back freely swept the pavement, while the front seemed to be attempting to mount upwards to escape a like fate. Her shoes, wide-toed, and firm of heel, were clearly not made to satisfy Vanity. She carried a dilapidated bag, a relic of more ancient days. As she approached the imposing looking building Arabella ' s busy little mind was at work and queer sensations flew up and down her spine. I do hope they ' ll like me, she mumurred, staring thotfully at one square dusty toe. If I only had another name — something nice, plain, and handy. Arabella! It ' s like a piece of red cloth stuck in your face, loud and clamoring. Oh, well, she sighed. Maybe I ' ll live it down, or shorten it, or something. Matters of greater importance were demanding Arabella ' s attention at that moment, and the troublesome name was forgotten for the time being. She had reached the stage in her ascent up the drive- way where the next obvious move was to mount the steps, and from thence pass on into the building. Suddenly she hesitated. She paused to gather impetus for the headlong rush she felt herself called to make if she entered those imposing looking doors. It reminds one of a court house, church, or parlia- ment — something terribly awesome, she mumured. Fairland State Normal School, it surely doesn ' t lack in dignity. Perhaps, if I count the steps it ' ll be easier, thought Arabella, and surely not so distracting. I fear my last ounce of dignity has flown. I do hope the President hasn ' t a beard. I can ' t endure one. I haven ' t the faintest idea what to say. Mother said above all be polite and say ' Sir, ' tho I am quite sure I ' ll never remember to say it often. It always sounds so unnecessary, sort of tacked on. Well, here I am ready to beard the lion in his den. I ' m quite sure he wouldn ' t approve of being referred to as a lion, and the school as the menagerie, tho of course he ' ll never suspect that I did it. The heavy door swung open and Arebella passed in. Had Arabella been a debuntante planning her debut for the most auspicious time, she would not have succeeded in creating more of a stir. Fairland Normal, used to a democratic student-body, was not easily impressed. But Arabella proved a bomb. The president of the Maynard ' s voiced her grievous sentiments : She not only dresses so outlandishly queer, but she seems to take it for granted she can be friends with anyone. She actually walked up and took hold of my arm this morning to walk to chapel! I do hope she doesn ' t want to join our society. I ' m sure we don ' t want her. Perhaps the Lamars will. They might give her the reading in the contest. I hear they haven ' t any one yet. Mary giggled at her own wit. She does have an attractive way, murmured her friend. Fijly Arabella sat that night in her room, which she shared with another girl, but instead of chatting fluently as was her wont, she was so absorbed in her own thots she scarcely noticed the abstraction of the other. I am queer looking, decided Arabella, staring at her reflection. My clothes are fearfully wrong, and I must be awkward, tho I ' m sure I never noticed that particularly. But, she said raising her voice, and addressing her companion, did you see me stumble over Mr. Wesley ' s feet this morn- ing? He should have had them under his chair, tho they are quite large and I suppose it would be inconvenient. I remember hearing Uncle John — Here she broke off to look at her friend, who was not only inattentive, but wore a decidely worried look. Is anything the matter? timidly ventured Arabella. The other sighed heavily. It ' s about the contest, she began. You know we ' ve always had so much rivalry between our societies for — oh years. I suppose you ' ve heard all about that. The Lamars have held the wreath for three years, but it looks as tho the Maynards were going to get it sure this time. We ' re fairly sure of the debate and oration, but we don ' t even have a reader, and the May- nards have a jewel! I wish we could poke around and unearth a discovery in the person of some one who could read, and read so brilliantly that Irene Briggs would look like a stuttering parrot in com- parison! I wish some stellar beam would appear — from — oh, anywhere — I Sara was so engrossed in her oratory and kindled ire she failed to notice the dawning look of hope, enthusiasm, and fear grow- ing in Arabella ' s face. I think, oh I ' m sure, I could — I have done it, she breathed. The night of the contest was at hand. Brilliant lights were everywhere. Huge walls of flowers were packed around the stage, and white-gowned students flitted here and there. Everywhere was voiced a great curiosity over the Lamar reader. The Maynards were firm in the belief that whoever she was she could not compete in any sense with their own reader. A hush fell on the huge assembly. The contestants filed slowly out, an indistinct-blur at first, but standing out in bold relief as each individual took h;r seat. Maynards as a body gasped. Arabella sat before them, clearly the Lamar reader — but was it Arabella? From then on to the close of that long remembered evening their emotions and sensations were so confused as not to be distinct as such. The debate and oration came to a close. The Maynard reader, firm in self-confidence, did admir- ably well. She sat down and the audience rema ned tense. The President arose, came forward and announced the last number. A slim dramatic little figure glided forward. Her simple white gown did not represent the family taste. Her white oxfords were clearly made for the purpose of adornment, and her lovely hair added the attraction for which it was intended. Clearly on the air her electric voice vibrated. It sought, and found a home in every heart. There was no doubt in the minds of one as to whom the wreath would be given when Arabella sat down. Arabella! Arabella! The name rang thru the halls and was carried from lip to lip as the owner of it was borne along among a swarming crowd. It isn ' t such a bad name after all, mur- mured Arabella. It sounds rather nice now. But, she confined to her room-mate later, it was partly the clothes, after all. I ' d never have done it in my old ones. Clothes may not make the man, but they certainly add to his self-respect. — Bessie Preston, - ' 19. . . . „ .... „ ,, „ . ,,-,x Mr. Charles Conway has returned to school Mrs. Leo Patterson (M.ss Sally Baker, 1 7), after tWQ m (||e J mted g, , semce Mrs. F. O. Gallaspie, (Miss Caroline Post, ' 17), Miss Mary Hamilton, ' 18, Miss Edith Hunsaker, , „ M,SS tyj?™ ° m, , ne Spent VT k end ' May and Mr. Charles Robinson, ' 85, a very faithful 1 7th and I 8th, at her home in Clarksburg. alumnus, were visitors at chapel May 22nd. President Rosier has been on a school inspection trip to Michigan and other western slates. Fiflv-one MY IMPRESSIONS OF MR. BRONCHITIS Last Saturday evening about nine o ' clock I became aware that a new acquaintance had been added to my then lengthy and bulky list. From the very first I did not care for him. He did not com: as a gentleman should come to a lady. My no! He could not shake hands with me or look me in the eyes and say Miss I ' m pleased to meet you. Far from it for a man of Mr. Bronchitis ' rep- utation to do such as other men do. He did not even announce his arrival, but hung around for a long time before I even knew who he was. Two or three days before he told his name his very presence made me shudder and shiver. I could not sit still for two minutes at a time, I was in such a nervous strain. Goodness! the disagreeable present he brought to me. Always before my men acquaintances pre- sented me with pleasant agreeable gifts. But Mr. Bronchitis brought such a splitting headache (also heartache) that it took every bit of my rel gious ab lity to endure the results. These two fields of suffer- ings were nothing in comparison to the one starting in my throat and constantly kicking and jumping a round from that spot, deep down into my tender heart. The result of this condition existing in my del- icate frame was, that whenever I took a breath, even a wee tiny one, a noise, weak and trembling, came rolling from this direction. All th s causrd me to shake from the very tip-toppest black lock I possess, down to my smallest toe. After Mr. Bronchitis had spent several days in my presence he called forth Mr. Dr. -man and Mr. Big-Bill. Anyone who has had any experience with these two personalities will have some sympa- thy with me. Dr. -man was the worst. He presented me with a bottle containing the nastiest, bitterest drinking stuff I ever hope to taste. Why, I almost cried when he forced me to drink the least little bit. And the way that man did order me! Oh! it was awful. Just for example: He told me to be perfectly quiet and not to go out of the house as long as Mr. Bronchitis remained. Mr. Bill was more considerate. Why, he didn ' t bother me at all. He liked the looks of my daddy and spent the whole time with him. , Slowly and quietly all three men backed out from my presence. But as yet I haven ' t been able to overthrow the influence they had upon me. I ' ll confess here that Mr. Bronchitis is not like some of my former acquaintances. For ever since he left he has been standing at the corner. I belie. e he never will turn and go on his way. He stands there keeping his sharp piercing eyes closely upcn me. Oh! Oh! How I do wish he would find another victim to bestow his affections upon. I do not want them. — Josephine Margaret Hagerty, - ' 19. YELLOW- WHITE PARTY At the close of the Good English Campaign, the losing side, the yellows, showed the winners, the whites, a very good time. The main feature of the evening was a relay race. The first event was a discus throw, in which Miss Johnson, for the whites, threw a pie tin farther than did Georgia Dye, for the yellows. The second event was a broad grin won by Miss Edith Clovis. Other events were a cracker race, won by Lenore Berry and Louis Giffin; a high jump (on the piano), Adine Bing win- ning; an air race, won by Phyllis Lott; and a foot race, Arban Tarleton winning out on size. Last there was a punch relay race, where each one on a side stopped in the middle of the race and drank a glass of punch without spilling it. The remainder of the evening was spent in playing games, furnishing a generally good time for all. Fiftv-trvo HER VOCATION No, Evelyn, I don ' t want to listen to your plan, said Mrs. Gardner for the seventh time, to her pretty eighteen year old daughter. Why, mother, you must, I say must do it. Dad does, and yet you refuse. You act as if I am baby here, unable to form any plans for myself, angrily answered the young girl. Evelyn, why are you so unreasonable? Don ' t you know you could not do such a thing? Never could! I am unreasonable! Oh! What ' s wrong with you? It is you who will not listen to reason. I tell you I can ' t stand back any longer. Here I ' ve waited nine whole months. Think of all the time I ' ve wasted. Think of the soldiers I could have helped and saved by now. Still you hold me back. Mother, Dick went right away, you didn ' t try to keep him back. If you can spare him, you can spare me! Evelyn! breathlessly exclaimed her mother. Yes, mother, I know its a sacrifice but oh! make a big one, worth doing and give us both. I will be taken care of the same as he. Mother, think what will I do when Marg. goes without me? You know we have been chums from girlhood, I simply couldn ' t stand seeing her go without me. Oh! why can ' t you see? It looks like you were too selfish to make the sacrifice. A look of anguish came over Mrs. Gardner ' s face. Evelyn saw it. There; you made me say it. I didn ' t mean to. Oh! why did I forget! She frantically screamed and rushed out of the room, leaving her poor mother sitting there, under the sting of what she hadn ' t meant to say. Mr. Gardner came home and found his wife still sitting as Evelyn had left her. Supper had not been started and Baby was whining, trying to attract his mother ' s attention. As her husband came into the room, she raised her eyes from the floor to his face. Mr. Gardner was the first to speak: Yes, I met Evelyn going down to see Marg. he said quietly. There was silence again. Baby started to whining. At last Mrs. Garnder said, her voice weak and trembling: Dad; everything she said was true, I didn ' t know it until now, but I can ' t dodge the truth any longer. Yet even at that if she and you and all know it is selfishness on my part, how can I give her up? My only daughter! She may come back and she may not. If she takes the nurses ' course now, in three or foruth months she will be at the battle ' s front. About that time Dick will be at the same place. I gave my son, how can I give my daughter? At that Mrs. Gardner gave way. She wept. She wept like one whose heart would break. She wept even harder than the evening after she had come from the train, after seeing Dick off — her Dicky boy as she called the splendid young lad. The following two weeks Evelyn helped her chum, Marg, prepare for Washington where she was to take the Red Cross Nurses ' course, she helped her mother. Really she did most all of the house work. Mrs. Gardner had more time on her hands than she knew what to do with. She did not need to be with baby so much. But Evelyn said she did. The mother did as she said. Evelyn was not idle a minute. Twice her mother found her crying over some sewing she was doing. Both times she looked in the room and saw her daughter softly crying, the mother went away, sat in her chair and looked at the floor for a long time. One evening father and daughter went for a walk. Evelyn was almost at the end of her string. In three more days her dear girl chum, Marg, would be gone. She would also have given up her greatest ambition, her vocation. Evelyn Gardner had always wanted to be a nurse. It had been beyond her wildest dreams to become a Red Cross Nurse. The girl ' s mother had always wanted her to be a Domestic Science teacher. Her dad, her dear old daddy, wanted his girl to fulfill what she called her vocation — to be a nurse. Fifty-three FAI RMUNI a)UJJ«UBhA« On this particular evening Evelyn could hold back no longer. Dad, I thought I could stand it, but I ' m getting so scared now. That evening after I told mother, Marge and I thrashed it out. Marge said I must make the sacrifice. That it was my place to do as mother wanted me to do. She had made one sacrifice and now I must make one. She couldn ' t be expected to make two such big ones, Marge said. I know what she says is right. I keep telling myself that, but — she stopped and looked at her father for him to finish. But, he said, what about your ambition, and what about your giving up your girl chum? Yes dad, that ' s it. You always did understand. That ' s alright, Honey, you just keep your strength and courage up as well as you have been so far. I ' m proud of you girl, he said as he patted the shoulder of his only daughter. The same evening after their walk Evelyn had gone on down the street to Marge ' s house. Mr. Gardner came and sat on the bottom step where his wife was quietly sitting. After the girl had gone far down the street she slowly said: her di Marge was here while you were gone. I asked her about Evelyn. She said she could | esire — Not desire, mother, but her vocation and rrgher ambition. Mrs. Gardner looked at him in amazement as though she had never thought of it in that way. Her vocation? Then she paused for a little while. Evelyn never does talk to me like she does to you. Why is it? He remained silent. It was far better for the mother to answer that question herself. Mrs. Gard- ner did not continue. Marge said what? he asked. You know, was all she replied. Yes, I know, that Evelyn could give up her own ambition, her vocation, her girl chum just because her mother wants her to. Both were silent. That ' s a big sacrifice, mother. Just think of her strength of mind to all this. Mrs. Gardner said nothing. The clock struck nine. Fifteen minutes after it had struck ten, she said: Why didn ' t you tell me this before, dad? He did not answer. The following evening Mrs. Gardner went into her husband ' s study. Has Evelyn gone? Yes, Marg. came up for her. Mrs. Gardner stood for several minutes. He seemed not to notice her presence. At length she said, Dad, come go down with me. I want to ask Marg to help me get Evelyn ready to go day after to-morrow. Evelyn ' s dad jumped to his feet, twelve days. : was prepared. This was what he had been expecting for — Josephine Margaret Hagerty, - ' 19. MY PROMISE Dear Lord, if I were but a boy, I would enlist at once and fight For Liberty. Oh what a joy To give my life for Thee and Right! My hand, O God, I shall not give To one who has not taken a part In this great war that Freedom live; A soldier, Lord, shall have my heart. — Iva Jean Romine, ' 19. Fifty- four THE LYCEUM COURSE On November 22, America ' s greatest humorist appeared at the Grand Theater as an extra num- ber of the Lyceum Course. Irvin S. Cobb sailed for Europe in January to make a personal visit to the fighting front in France and Flanders, reporting war conditions for the Saturday Evening Post. His lecture, My Recent Experience on the Fighting Front in France and Flanders, was given as he writes, in plain understandable English, with a presentation of facts in a humor distinctively his own. The students of F. S. N. S. and citizens of Fairmont considered it a treat to hear such a lecture, thus accounting for the large crowd present. The first regular number of the course was a lecture by Hon. George R. Lunn, on December 2nd. Mr. Lunn is a member of Congress from the Thirtieth New York District. He spoke on a very t.mejy subject: Democracy on Trial. If the Lyceum Bureaus had searched the halls of Congress, no speaker could have brought to the discussion of that subject a more comprehensive knowledge of all that Democracy means, and a finer abiliiy to interpret the needs of this critical hour to his hearers. A very pleasing number of the course was given at the Grand on December 7th, by the Tschai- kowsky Quartet and Miss Elizabeth Wood. The men who compose this quartet are the disciples of Tschaikowsky, one of greatest Russian composers. It is a party of cultured gentlemen, born, reared and educated in the centers of musical art, and who follow music as an art, and not as a trade. Miss Elizabeth Wood, the colortura soprano, is a charming southerner who has won a high place musically thru sheer pluck and remarkable talent. Thru her culture and personal charms and beautiful songs, she won the praise of the audience. This entertainment of violin, piano, and vocal solos of the greatest musicians, received the applause of those who love real music. The number given Friday evening, January 31st, at the Grand, was a most remarkable one. Burnell R. Ford, the electrical wizard, gave a lecture explaining his experiments, which was enter- taining as well as educational. Mr. Ford created a lightning storm on the platform, operated a trolley car by wireless, gave a demonstration of eletrical welding thru two human bodies, and many other experiments just as wonderful. Those in the audience felt that the evening was spent in a well- worthwhile manner. On February 14th, Signor Castelluci and his seven Neopolitan musicians appear ed t the Grand. Signor Castelluci was educated at the famous International School of Rome. He wrote a successful three-act opera when he was fourteen years of age. He has played for the King of Italy, Victor Emanual, at the Quirinal Roma. When Signor Castelluci arranged the program he must have thot, variety is the spice of life, for this was carried out. Aside from the usual concert numbers, there were vocal solos, violin numbers, impersonations of leading band masters and several numbers on sweet potatoes. The music ranged from the celebrated operas to the latest popular airs, patriotic songs and marches. Those in the audience who did not enjoy this number might be well termed cranks, for the music would be hard to surpass. The next number of the Lyceum Course was another extra, Hon. William H. Taft, former President of the United States, appeared at the Grand on March 7th. His address on the League of Nations was very interesting as well as educational and proved to be one of the best events of the year. The appearance of the Orpheus Four at the Grand on April 1 Oth, was looked forward to by all. The students of F. S. N. S. spoke of their eagerness to hear the male quartet, thus accounting for the large crowd present at the number. The program was a variety of concert numbers, popular Hawaiian music and American ragtime. The solos of each member of the company were especially enjoyed. The majority of the audience spoke of this number as the most enjoyable of any musical ever attended. The last, but not the least of the Lyceum Course numbers was a lecture by Mark Sullivan, editor of Collier ' s Weekly. Mr. Sullivan has international standing as an editor. In all his writings he evidences the possession of unusual gifts of phrasin g, stating facts in a minimum of words and with a maximum clearness. His lecture may be compared to his writings, — to the point. His lecture dealt with Current Events and more particularly with the Peace Conference and League of Nations. Mr. Sullivan cleared up in the minds of the audience some of the points that had heretofore been hazy. We cannot say that the lecture was educational alone, but also interesting and entertaining. The students of F. S. N. S. have appreciated these advantages of hearing the world ' s greatest lecturers and musicians. In days to come when we are reminiscing we shall look back to the time spent and enjoyed at the numbers of the Lyceum Course of the F. S. N. S. As yet complete arrangements have not been made for the lecture course next year, but it has been announced that the Zoellner Quartet, and Francis Ingram will appear. The students who attend the Normal next year may expect to have a rare treat that those who graduate this year cannot enjoy. Fifty-five SPRING EDUCATIONAL CONFERENCE AND STATE COUNCIL OF ENGLISH TEACHERS, UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE NORMAL SCHOOL An educational conference was held at the Normal School on May 2nd and 3rd. Invita- tions were extended to superintendents and principals of schools in the northern part of the state. A session of the West Virginia Council of English teachers was held in conjunction with the con- ference. There was a representative attendance of principals and superintendents, as well as a fine delegation of English teachers. The principal speakers before the educational conference were President D. B. Waldo, of the Western State Normal School, of Kalamazoo, Michigan, and Dean W. G. Chambers, of the College of Education of the University of Pittsburgh. The special speakers before the English Council were Dr. H. R. Driggs, of the University of Utah, and Professor J. M. Grainger, of the State Normal School of Farmville, Virginia. The main subject for discussion by the educational conference was the recruiting of the ranks of teaching, and plans for meeting the new standards for supervision and teaching of the School Code recently passed by the State Legislature. State Superintendent M. P. Shawkey, and the members of the State Board of Regents, attended the meeting. It was pronouncd one of the most successful and profitable educational meetings of the year by those who were in attendance. It was the unanimous opinion of those present that such an educational conference should be made a regular part of the Normal School program. THE BARNES INDIVIDUAL TALENT CLUB Early in December the Junior English class organized a new club. As the Literary Societies were discontinued this year, owing to the small attendance, the need was felt for a club or society. The purpose of this club is to discover and develop individual talent. Mr. Barnes being the teacher the club was named for him — Barnes Individual Talent Club. The programs consist of musical numbers, both vocal and instrumental, readings, stories, stunts, etc. If a person is talented in performing tricks, or stunts she has the chance to demonstrate her ability. The meetings are held at the homes of the members, the first and third Thursdays. After the program has been rendered, a social hour is spent, during which refreshments are served by the hostesses, these being two of the members. During this year only members of the Junior Class belong, but next year membership will be extended to all members of the Standard Normal Classes. This club has been a great success this year and is one of the best organizations in the school. PERSONALS Mr. Rosier spent the first week of June delivering (This was found in a German soldier ' s letter to commencement addresses at various high schools Gretchen, his swetheart). in the southern part of the state. Fe-fi-fo-fan Miss Harriet Schroeder, of the vocal music de- I sme H the blood of an American, partment, spent a week with friends in Frederick, And let me tell you, Gretchen dear, Md. I -wish I were a thousand miles from here. Several members of the Normal School Faculty have been assisting in commencement exercises at the schools of surrounding counties. Fifly-six -I. J. R., ' 19. Mr. Barnes: Expression reveals one ' s own self. Mr. White: They way most teachers supervise Ethel (aside to Mary) : The new skirts can be playground work is to go to the door and look out called expression can ' t they? the window. Mary H. : Say, Emma, do you know how Jessie Church to Marie Frum: I haven ' t a much it takes to have rubber soles put on your thought upon this subject, so you might as well heels? go in as me. Marie: Thank you. Mr. McGinnnis: Mr. Clelland, I wish you would line the west tennis court today. Mr. C. : Do you mean the lower one? Mr.McG. : No, they ' re both on the same level, I want the west one lined. By the way, does the sun ever rise in the west? Mr. C. : Not that I ever heard of. Mr. Mc. : Well, do you know, they tell me it rises every morning in California. Ida Smith (in Principles of Ed. Class) : Mr. White, did you know they had a new electric spanker at the White School? Mr. Rosier, (in School Supervision) : As a rule normal graduates are not so senitive to crit- icism as other teachers. I wonder why this is? Class: Because we are used to it. (Short Course Class on way to visit at Barracks- ville). Ethel Heston: I wonder how far we shall have to walk after we get off the car? Lenore Berry: Oh, the school building is right on the car track. Ethel: I hope they move it before the car gets there. Kate Leaman, teaching a class: Will that girl please bring me the blue book with the pink waist Mr. Welch, (speaking of Allesandro ) : He was that boy with flowing locks. Miss Briggs, in a puzzled manner: Is there a student in school named Welch? Well, what sort of a looking boy is he? Mr. McGinnis (illustrating tact by telling the story of a young man who successfully took a drunken man off the diamond at a ball game) : I don ' t know what he said to the drunken man, but it is evident he used tact. Glayds Bennett: More than likely he said let ' s have another drink. Mr. White: How should the text book be used? Mearle Preston: Dust it carefully once a week. 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One of the many big things for next year is the Lec- ture Course Entertainments, which includes the following : FRANCIS INGRAM DR. CHARLES EDWARD RUSSELL HON. QIFFORD PINCHOT ZOELLNER QUARTETT SIR JOHN FOSTER FRAZER EDWIN M. WHITNEY Vice-President THOS. R. MARSHALL will likely be brought here as a special number. ni e Gem of Deserts ROBINSON ' S Velvet Ice Cream ■Enjoys unprecedented approval with the most critical task. Its absolute purity and velvety flavor appeals to the most coquettish appetite — its pure fruit flavoring satisfy the most exacting taste. Robinson Ice Cream Company JOSEPH A. ANWYLL, Pre ■ PHONE 613 R. HOFFMAN Jeweler 225 Madison Street Columbia Graphophones and Records Z ASLAFF TAILORING SUITS MADE TO MEASURE Cleaning, Pressing and Repairing. Phone I2I3 R. Watson Hotel Bldg. 226 Madison St. We Guara tee all Goods COURTNEY ' S STORE TRUE VALUES 108-110 MAIN ST. Our Tel .phone is N o. 55-R Under This Heading There Constantly Appears in The Daily Papers Interesting News Pertaining to: THINGS WOMEN WEAR They Point the Sure Way to STYLE QUALITY AND ECONOMY We are bu ' lding Th s Business upon the sound principles of True Values, backed by polite, careful service. .You will be sure to appreciate both. Make THIS Stc Headquarters. -Friendly Glc THE PEOPLES NATIONAL BANK FAIRMONT, WEST VIRGINIA CAPITAL $200,000.00 ORGANIZED IN 1891 OFFICERS: J. M. BROWNFIELD, President H. J. HARTLEY, V.-President C. RICHARD HALL, Cashier GEO. E. AMOS, V.-President DIRECTORS: Geo. E. Amos T. I. Brett H. L. Heintzelman E. C. Jones Z. F. Davis J. M. Brownfield Howard R. Furbee H. J. Hartley C. E. Hutchinson W. S. Mered.th Duncan S ; ncla r 4% Interest Paid on Savings and Time Certificates We solicit your business whether large or small, and insure prompt and courteous hat totally Different Shop WHEN YOU WANT CLOTHING UP-TO-DATE SEE GILKESON reatsthe Normal boys right. Agents (or Footer ' s Dye Works FOR THE VERY FINEST and UP-TO-THE-MINUTE in PHO- TOGRAPHY, ESPECIALLY PORTRAITURE, call at JOHNSTONS STUDIO He, . Butld.n What Is Electricity ■ CA RRIE R OF LIGHT J1NT TOWER, DE- VOURER OF TIME AND S PACE ; BEARER OF HUMAN SPEECH OVER LAND AND SEA; GREATEST SERVANT OF MAN: IT- SELF UNKNOWN. Monongahela Valley Traction Company STYLES OF INDIVIDUALITY Suits, Capes, Coats, Dresses, Shirts Blouses and Millinery [T Nowadays correct gowning has grown to be very largely a matter JJ of individual taste — Dame Fashion ' s styles standard are no longer rigid — the style choice is broad. C| Under such circumstances your interest is naturally in displays of great variety — you want to see every- thing that is new and choose what strikes your fancy. We invite you here Token you will see the NEW STYLES and learn all about them. Hartl eys COAL WHILE SECURING YOUR EDUCA- TION REMEMBER THE MOST SUB- STANTIAL OF WEST VIRGINIA ' S NATURAL RESOURCES IS COAL. MAKE COAL AND ITS ATTRIBUTES A PART OF YOUR STUDIES. GAe Consolidation CoaJ Co., (Incorporated) Fairmont, West Virginia. OSGOOD ' S FOR QUALITY LADIES ' JPPAREL and MILLINERY The Best Place to Shop After All FAIRMONT TRUST Bastian Brothers Company COMPANY FAIRMONT, W. VA. CLASS PINS CLASS RINGS Capital and Surplus $300,000.00 ATHLETIC MEDALS Assets over $1,400,000.00 Engraved Commencement Invitations and Announcements, Calling Cards Four Per Cent. Interest on Savings and Time Deposits Your Bank Account Solicited JEWELERS FOR THE CLASS 1919 OFFICERS: SMITH HOOD. President M. A. FLETCHER, Treasurer J. L. LEECH, Secretary J. A. JAMISON, Vice President J. W. BARNES. Vice President 888 Bastian Building ROCHESTER, NEW YORK. Wise Provision Co. h is to y° ur credit t0 have the best representation in a ME A TS and Portrait of yourself made GROCERIES by 215 Madison St. Phone No. 28 SCHWANER Studio 1 1 2 Main Street. Phone 861 -J THE NATIONAL BANK OF FAIRMONT Capital $400,000.00 Surplus and Undivided Profits $700,000 Assets Over Seven Million Dollars OFF! J. E. WATSON, President GLENN F. EARNS, Cashier L. H. RANDALL, Asst. Cashier WALTON MILLER, A ice- President JACOB HAYDEN, Vice-President N. E. JAMISON. Asst. Cashier JAMES H. THOMAS, Auditor DIRECTORS: J. E. Watson A. B. Fleming Jacob S. Hayden J. M. Hartley Walton Miller O. S. McKinne Glen P. Barns F. E. Nichols M. L. Hutchinson Chas. Powell C. W. Watson J. M. Jacobs Interest Paid on Time and Savings Depos HIKE TO COOGLE ' S Neckwear that puts the class in classy-SOc. to $3.00 318 Main Street COOGLE ' S oOlViMUNTZIS Confectionery Manufacturers of HIGH GRADE ICES and ICE CREAM FANCY CAKES Corner Monroe and Main Sts. Both Phones FAIRMONT, W. VA. Our Motto; Purity and Quality ■WE HAVE A COMPLETE STOCK OF- REACH ' S ATHLETIC GOODS: Boxing Gloves, Striking Balls, Foot Balls, Head Harness, Protectors, Basket Ball Shoes, Shirts and Stockings. HALL ' S HARDWARE McCloskey ' s Drug , ke 5 1 2 Locust Ave. , Corner Field street FOR: Loose Leaf Note Books, Composition Books, Tablets, Crayolas, Inks, Pencils, Eagle Compass and Divider, Water Colors, Exami- nation Papers, c. News Stand i Water, Ice Cream Toilet Articles Deposit Your Expense Money and Pay Your Bills by Check. jjgjb W H Y r Four good reasons: Safety Convenience To get a receipt To be businesslike elcome You HOME SAVINGS BANK q FAIRMONT STATE NORMAL SCHOOL t|Ther J ' teachers, hrty-iar sixty-fci the makes t ' ing Te; q Hit teache pectiv mands 4 1 7 .. 1 ning bchooi t well e thorou ) lards of profes oe required in the rs should plan to ill be made of the, wnt Normal has a i laboratories, a r lined and  d twenty-three Course and year 1918, ol the lead- te. ig for all re. Pros- jgher de- building, r ary and a teachi ing I Its grad- ' m m positions •I If you waiit to piop .e tor teaching, write for cat- alogue and information. Summer Session begins June 23 First Semester opens Sept. 10, 1919 JOSEPH ROSIER, President Fairmont, West Virginia. Cjaxjlorct ' = |_PAMPHLET BINDER