Framingham State University - Dial Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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8 JUNIORS-We are glad to have had your friendship and your com- panionship, during the year, which has passed. We wish you the best of success, as you take our places as seniors. We have gradually been led to understand the high standard of our school and have tried to live up to it, as far as we have been able. We hope that you will strive to live up to its high ideals, with better success than ours. It is the helping hand of each individual, which raises the class to its highest standard. You have our sincere good wishes that the class of 191 I may be one of which our principal may well be proud. WE are of the opinion that many do not understand the importance of the secretary's office. While the president of the senior class holds her office for one year only, the secretary's oflice is for life. Upon her rests the responsibility of keeping the class together and in close touch with the school. She cannot do this, unless the members of the class do their share. 0105 A blaze of color, a dash of gold, Reflected beauty of power untold g- A deepening glow, then darkening hills The day is done,-'tis as God wills. , -L. P.

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Editorials WE submit to you this, the third issue of the Senior Quill. We hope that its pages may contain something of interest to everyone. To the faculty, our class officers and the school, we make our best courtesy and extend a hand of greeting. SUPPORT your class organization with loyalty. As far as you are able, attend its meetings, not only because you will encourage your oflicers, but because you honor your class and are proud to be a member of it-because you will help to create and cultivate that quality known as class spirit. This unswerving loyalty on your part will help to bind your class into a working unit. ' r YOU will observe that we have changed the manner of our dedication.. This was not because we could not find any more good qualities to attribute to our honored principal, but because we wish to show our appreciation of the remainder of our faculty. We hope that our successors will carry out our intention. b 1 DID you ever hear this, in platform exercises? Many of you have been to B-, but I am sure few of you have ever seen, etc. Do we not all need a little more variety in our sentences? It is very easy to form our thought, as those preceding us have done, but let-us strive to be ourselves, to express our own thoughts in our own way Again, have you not found that the speakers in whose talks you have felt the most interest are those who tell us about their own experiences? It is the charm of the personal element which we enjoy. Think of this, all those who desire the growth of the platform exercises. TO the teacher, who, during her short stay has won a warm place in our hearts-to her who has helped us over so many difliculties and in- spired us to eflicient work, we, of the Household Arts Department, wish to extend our sincere gratitude and appreciation. As she takes leave of us, our best wishes for her future success go with her. We also wish to ex- press our thanks to her, the co-worker who has helped us so patiently and efficiently during the illness of our beloved teacher. WE, of the Household Arts Department, are glad to welcome one who has been absent from us. During her illness, our sympathy and good wishes have ever been with her. We have learned to appreciate her untiring efforts in our behalf, as she holds before us high ideals of life and right principles of teaching. As our good wishes have been with her in the past, so, in the future. we hope for her increasing health and strength, as she resumes her work among us.

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9 Auld Lang Syne YEARS have passed and here I am again in dear old Framingham. I have visited the school where I spent two happy years, finding few changes and now for a stroll along the favorite paths! Which way shall I go? As I look around trying to decide, the old temple, or as we used to call it, The Parthenon, looms up in view. So I slowly wander toward it, visiting on the way the nooks where we used to spend hour after hour watching the birds, when we were not reading or busily engaged in talking. Spring is certainly here, for as I wend my way up among the pines the air is sweet and here and there in the warm sunny spots I see tiny faces of familiar flowers. As I near the summit of the hill I hear a great moaning and sighing. It can not be the pines for the wind is not here to-day! What can it be? It seems to come from the very top of the hill. Perhaps someone is in the temple. When I reach the top, no one is in sight, but at last the mystery is solved. The Parthenon itself is talking and as I listen it says: Many a sermon has been delivered from my platform, many have danced over my smooth floor, and few are there who have not carved their initials on my pillars. VVhat pleasant memories I have when I think of them all! But there are some things which do not bring back pleasant memories. Certain people called Normalites used to come. At first it was a pleasure to me for they all read beautiful selections from Shakespeare. I soon knew portions by heart and longed for their coming, that l might hear them. But one day, all my feelings changed. No sooner had they begun, as usual, when Bang-Stamp-Bang-and I shook from head to foot! Shrill loud voices followed, then deep hurried tones, as if the speaker was angry. All that had seemed beautiful now was changed, for at almost every word I now received blows on my pillars from some fair but heavy hand and stamps from some small but determined foot. And so it went on from day to day. Nothing but bruises by day, and all my nights spent in doctoring my bruised timbers, but the black and blue marks still remained as well as my injured feelings. Une day when I was feeling quite blue they came and acted as usual. In the midst of the loud voices someone fell. I thought she had fainted and so forgot my own bruises, caused by her fall, to listen. I heard, Et tu Brute. Alas no use to sympathize! Another day after receiving an extra hard blow on one of my pillars, the maiden, who dealt the blow, attemptedto hug it. I thought she was apologizing for the deed and listened to what she was saying: Sweet, my coz, be merry. Not a single thought for me! As I stand spellbound, listening to all this, the words gradually be- come indistinct and die away and all that I can hear is the sighing of the pine trees. pi