Fort Wayne Normal School - Annual Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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?LETCl-lliilfh . iCl'lH'H HGI' 5' Marx Clothes Wayne and Harrison Streets s TZHIC, .ql1!llCS. VVords, Class of '20. Teachers, you must know ,lust what makes us act up so, 'Tis not treason. here's our reason- 'Tis Psychology. Teachers, all in rain, VYC have learned about the lurain, Talked ahout imagination, Things we can't explain. CHORVS. There are girls who go to college, There are girls who hunt a maxi, There are girls who enter rnatrimony And take life as easy as they can. There are girls who have no lifels amlvition, Who forever act the clinging vine, But the -luniors ot the Fort Vllayne Normal Are the girls who are superfme. Seniors, don't he snohs, Imhibe culture in great golws, Better heed it, you will need it VYhen you get your jobs. Capture all new fads. Please the Mothers and the Dads, Supervisors make us wiser, To your knowledge adds. CHORUS. There are jobs that make you famous, There are jobs that make you tired, There are jobs that steal your youth and beauty, Y That make you happy when you re tired. There are jobs that pay a wondrous salary, There are ones that come to you in dreams, But the jobs that're coming to the Seniors VVill make life diffrent than it seems. Tune, Love Nest VVe are Seniors, happy and gay, Laughing, dancing, day by day. To the Normal School we come in rain or shine For if we don't we know we'll have to pay a fine. Education is our aim. concentration is our name, Senior-teaching has been done with lots of fun, NYC are Seniors, '21, Tillllf, Coming Ylzru flzf Rye. VVc-rds, Class of '15 lf an axone meet a neuroue in l'syehology, If these two things make a tho't, ls that ought to me? livery neurone has its axone That is plain to see, And what on earth's the use uf learning XYhat we know must be? If some instincts meet together ln this world ot woe, And they make man's capacity Faith-it may he so, But when this is put to a poor Senior How and why they do, 'Tis hard lines-tho it seems so plain To all who chance to know. POFM VX'ords. Class of 'IS. Our kitchen is heatless, Our dining room seatless, Our study room restless, But why should we care? XYQ Seniors are tameless The juniors are lmrainless The whole house is aimless XYe're up in the air. Qur lmathroom is lightless, Our wardrohe is sightless, Our work it is rightless, NVQ have not a rule. Vile girls are mateless, Our nights they are dateless, Our speed it is rateless, XYe're a Hooverized school. Gur hooks they are readless, Our days they are deedless, Our teachers are needless, Our council is headless Our bedrooms are bedless, The whole bunch is deadless, VVe've plenty to do Our stockings are darnless, Our clocks are alarmless Our make-up is harmless, XN'e try to keep cool. 'Uur seats they are sitless, Our yarn it is knitless, VVe girls are jitless, VVe're a Hooverized school.

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ClL'R 8YliS'l'liRDAYS -1-- ' TTERS The Home O 81 The Store That Does Thing Tiuzv, Ytizzkrc Doodle. '171i1u, Comin' Ylzrzl flu' Rye. XYi.rfls, Class of '1S. Oh, there are pathways in the lirain, XVords, Class of '2O. If a lunior knew her lesson l.N'e learned all that from Angell, XX'ould a teacher smile? T But vvhy it's blank at spouting time ls food for thought for an angel. XYe see Kliss NN'ilher sitting yet A-looking at us illy, For aye, if we had had 'nough pep, l'sych would not be so hilly. XYQ studied Thorndike once in a while Betts, Dewey, Calvin and Bagley, Till we could fell her all she asked Bout willing,-gladly 'nd sadly. XK'e'll name some things that we all learned To give you a little notion: There's instinct. effort and impulse, AtTection and emotion. And added to that list there are. To drive one to perdition, The self, perception and desire Sensation and Cognition. But now our Psych's are laid away, VVS- think of them with rev'rence, ,-Xml wonder if the Juniors e'er Will marvel at their essence. SENIORS. If a ,luuior ever studied Could she he worth while? Every ,lunior has her way To while away the hours. But what a difference it would make If she spent hers like ours. If the answer to a question A ,luuior girl should know Woul-'l the teacher e'er recover From that awful blow? If the -luniors could only Find Out how the Seniors work And how because of their great minds They have no time to shirk. The Senior class has lots of fun, Yet it knows how to work And though our joys come by the ton, Yet you can't say we shirk. Every lesson that's assigned, VVe always well prepare, And any question that we're asked VVe have the answer there Tune, .-1 Capital Slziff' VVords, Class of S-E-N-I-O-R-S 1920. A Senior Class for the Normal School Is what we try to supply, To uphold the dignity of the school VVith our lwest might we will try. VVe toil for the Fort Wayne Normal School Each lass or as a class. VNV: study our lessons with a will That none can e'er surpass. Then Senior girls, heigh-O, A teaching we will gog VVe'll come no more to Fort VVayne Normal For we shall teach in the fall. We'1l go to test our skill And win, you bet we will: VVe'll bring' our trophies to the Normal School VVhere we learned the golden rule.

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OUR XYESTERDAYS CLASS of ,22 CLASS SONGS THE SHEIKH VVe're the class of '22 And to our school u'e're true. At night when you're asleep Vvfe're wrapped in study deep. And this one thing we know, VVe're smarter than we showg But now we're going to say adieu The Class of '.2z. TELL ME, LITTLE GIPSY. Tell me, little Gipsy, VVhat the future holds for meg VVhen I am a teacher How will the children be? Tell me, will the principal Be as nice as Flora B.? There's a school for every teacher in the world There must be some school lor me. 'lAIN'T NNE GOT PLN? lunior Class of Fort Vl'ay:1e Normal, Ain't we got fun? VVould be teachers here before you Ain't we got fun? NVe're getting wiser, and wiser each day, Still xve conceal it, least that's what they say. In the morning, in the evening Ain't we got fun? Though the Seniors are departing Ain't we got fun? There's one thing surer As times get better, grades get poorer. ln the meantime, in between times Ain't We got fun? . Ol-I HY ,llNGO Oh, you Class of Nineteen twenty-two, Oh, you Juniors 'wearing orange and blue, We have come to Normal School To learn how to use the rule On a lot of little prankish pupils, , And we'll not have any scruples. Lessons may be heard and sessions long But we'1l never leave the dance and song. And we'll all end up old maids, they say, So shout, Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurroo, Oh, you Class of Nineteen twenty-two. FORT WAYNE NORMAL BLUES We've got the blues, we've got the blues, VVe've got the Fort Wayne Normal blues, Education, concentration makes you hate the whole blamed nation So long dancing, so long men, Tell us when you're coming back again, We've got the blues, we've got the blues, We've got the Fort VVayne Normal blues, Evolution, gym, and art seem to try to break my heart. We've got the Fort Wayne Normal Blues, Some blues!