Kansas City National Training School - Shield Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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Q iliirnaihv EIT IS EVENING. Without-the sky is gray, snow flakes are fluttering softly, some falling lightly on my window ledge, others gently nestling around the roots of the trees and flowers to protect them from the bitter cold, and still others clinging to the branches. Within-I have my cozy room-and the fireplace! Fireplaces are so delightful and really very accommo- dating. Shadows dance upon the wall, playing tag, then running away, only to be replaced by others even more grotesque and fascinating. The soft' shadowy grayness and the warmth cast around, entice me' to the comfort of the easy chair in front of my 1Y1V1l31Hg fireplace. The day's work is done. Many things have been accomplished and in the flickering blaze, I llve agam the events of the day. As they pass before me, other pictures come and I am dreaming, dreaming of other days long since gone. Many years have passed since I was a senior in '21 and I live again with those who made it one of the best years of my life. I Ah! Who is this? Miss Neiderheiser, of course, the leader of the whole flock, always iI1'C61'eSted and ready to help. She's in the chapel-homiletics, to be sure. Those were such interesting and helpful times. Now I see her again and it's sewing class. Another picture-Miss Banman and Miss Pike, folding Kansas City Deaconessesf' in the office- quite a familiar scene. And there comes someone with a suitcase-no, there are several. Oh, yes, field work- ers, Misses Judy, Britt, Benedict, Tibbetts and Rigg. Page 82 ilianrira They come smiling, too. Maybe they have won more girls to service or had great success in some special meetings. Now, what do I see? Woods and birds and flow- ers. Why I might have known it-Miss Smith and her Nature Study Class. It must be something very interesting they have found. And over there on the hillside are some girls, with art boards in their laps- Ah, now I remember, the art class, and there is Miss Hutcheson helping first one and then another. And I see her again on the tennis court with one of her gym classes. What fun! what fun! How quickly these scenes come and go-too quickly! There are Mr. Morales and Mr. Bisceglia leaving after their Spanish and Italian classes are overg and Dr. Wright and Rev. Brown. My! such wonderful days as those were! Shall I ever forget Dr. Jeffrey? Ah, I see him, too, and he has the same mischievous look. I wonder if he ever forgot his glasses again! Another-Miss Hastings-and she is bandaging Miss Hobbs. That is fading now and I see others- girls coming from class rooms, and some one, a dea- coness, carrying a-what! yes, a parrot-ha! ha! ha! -now I know, it's Miss Wolfe with a toy parrot, made by some one in her Hand Work Class , and she has some doll furniture too-'Tis gone- How stupid of me to nod so-and the fire is low. Now fuel makes the sparks scamper up the chimney like wild elves and the comfort of my easy chair makes me think of Miss Curry, for she had such an inviting

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in God's hand is willing to enter the door of greatest opportunity. My purpose, since a child, has been to work among the poor. Every opportunity which came my way was unconsciously measured by its relation to that purpose, which I kept in the most secret place in my own heart. I responded to the appeal to Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousnessng and have trusted in the promise that All of these things shall be added unto you. Opportunities for education were delayed but with them came a desire to specialize in Public Health Nursing. When just on the point of entering a three year course of nursing, I attended an Epworth League In- stitute, where I decided to come to K. C. N. T. S. Now, in my second year, I am doing' the kind of work I have always longed to do-Christian Social Service, and I owe it to those who have made K. C. N. T. S. possible and to the willingness to enter an open door-the door of greatest opportun1ty.M L I had not planned to come to K. C. T. S. as had many of the girls here, for I knew little about the Training School until 1920, my senior year in High School. We were discussing future plans and ambitions... just what we wanted our lives to count for in the world. The majority of the class were looking for- ward to careers, believing a specialized vocation neces- sary in this day and age. I desired my work to be such that it would best serve the Master and others, but I did not hear Him calling me into any of the voca- tions for which my friends were preparing. However, at the Epworth League Institute, the need for efficient Christian workers was put so force- fully that I realized the wonderful opportunities which come to those trained for Christian service. And there came to me a conviction that this was the work Christ would have me do. I knew that I must receive training for such work and it was suggested that K. C. N. T. S. offered just the course I needed. To me, there is nothing unusual about this. I think it is very natural that a girl should prefer her life work to be of a definite Christian character. For, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul, and wlth all thy mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second like unto it is this, Thou shall love thy neighbor as thy- self. i V. C. Page SL

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one in her room. Can it be? Yes, 'tis Miss Curry her- self, in class, too. Must be Church History or Method- lsm--and Miss Bahnson is reciting. Houses, streets, stores, buildings, churches-Kan- sas City?-yes, and there is Grand Avenue Church and Miss Trimble. Some heart will be cheered by her to- day. And now I see Trinity Church-Miss Blaschko, with her High School League-Dr. Homan, too. He taught our Life of Paul class. Another part of the city is before me--poor, dirty and smoky. That surely ls Miss Ferguson in Sheffield or Argentine, with one of tlae lVIexican children. I-Iow she did work for those peop e. Now I see more classes--Rev. Scheerer, Frye and Draper, Rev. Peters is leaving and there comes Rev. Hunter to take his place. The dining room-Miss Cowles, of course, pre- paring the tables for one of her delicious meals. I can almost smell the good things! And Miss Hanson, too, carrying plates of nut bread or hot rolls which her Domestic Science girls have baked, I know. That must be a Sunday School class for there is Miss Garretson in charge. Now she is with some girls going some place, probably on their way to the Week Day School of Religious Education. Still another class-the instructor waving her arms about-and now the pupils are, too-Ah, to be sure, Miss Hill's music class, learning how to beat time. How glad we all were when Miss Hill would sing or us. There is Miss Oltmanns, bless her heart, with the clothes basket full of dust cloths, singing her usual Monday morning song and driving away more than one kind of cobweb-and it is gone. 'Tis kind of you, my fireplace, to paint such fancies, and let me live again for one Short evening with those who gave so much that others, too might live-and give. ' Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach, Thy soul must overflow If thou another's soul wouldst reach' It needs the overflow of heart l To give the lips full speech. -Horatious Bonar. God has lots of sunshine to spill after every cloud. -Riley. .,..TTT Mae Fuller fafter Thanksgiving dinnerjz Miss Neiderheiser, are you full? Miss Neiderheiser: Yes, comfortably. Mae Fuller: I'm fuller- ...-.-11...- Student: What did you make in Domestic Science ? Miss Cleland: I made meat balls for sick people on toast. - Miss Curry Ccalliflg F0115 1 Miss Pelleyf' A Student: Her books are here. Miss Curry: Well, that's all that is necessary. Miss Banman tseeing a man lead the horse away that had been on the lawnb : He parks his horse out there every afternoon. Page 83