Lyndon State College - Northern Lights Yearbook (Lyndonville, VT)

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THE VERLYN oo v “DESCRIBE HIM MY DEAR WATSON” “Fire in each eye and papers in each hand, All rave, recite, and madden ’round the land.” Column 1 1. Doris Whitney 2. I.ois Page 3. Lydia Swanson 4. Myrtle Aldrich 5. Harry Keniston 6. Ruth Farmer T. Elizabeth Stanton 8. Marjorie Potter 9. Ethel Simpson 10. Marguerite Carroll 11. Josie Pomeroy 1 2. Edwina Towne 13. Edward Wilson I t. Edna Truell 15. Doris Crafts 10. Ruth Xewton IT. Lillias Moore 18. Lois Ham A Matching Test Column 2 “Have you summoned your wits from woolgathering?” ----“I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.” ----i am nothing if not critical. ----“The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.” ----“There are occasions, causes, whvs, and wherefores in all things.” ----“The big round tears coursed one another down his innocent nose in piteous chase.” “(iive thy thoughts no tongue.” ----“I will never yield to song of siren, nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.” ----“A merry heart goes all the day.” “1 would help others out of a fel- low feeling.” ----“What e're she did was done with so much ease.” “Let the world slide. I’ll not budge an inch.” “The grass stoops not she treads on it so light.” “Bid me discourse and I'll enchant thine ear.” “But now Pm cabin'd, cribb’d, confined, bound in. “Merrily, merrily, shall I live ----“Wise men say nothing in danger- ous times.” ----“I am tied to the stake and I must stand the course.”

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THE VERLYN 21 In the museum of the Rhode Island School of Design 1 found many lovely displays from different countries and periods. A French window of the twelfth century, in deep blue, red and white caught my eye. It was no less lovely than Italian glass in the same intense colors. The thing I shall longest remember from my trip was the Boston Symphony Concert. It was their last program of the season, and people considered it the best. Their masterly ren- ditions of Rimsky-Korsakov, Debussy, Respighi and Brahms were received with vast applause. I shall be a better teacher be- cause 1 was privileged to listen. R. E. N. CHILD PLAY IN A MASSACHUSETTS SCHOOL Of the many schools I visited in Massachusetts, one is out- standing in my mind; this is the Winthrop school in Melrose. Here they were very progressive and believed in activity units and child-directed work. In the ‘‘A” group of second grad- ers we saw something very worthwhile and something that prov- ed their primary aim in self-direction. A short play entitled “Nancy’s Dream” was written by the children and given to the other grades in Assembly the fol- lowing morning. This was based on the “Dutch Twins’ in con- nection with a Dutch Unit. One child announced the play and gave a brief description of it. The children not in the play had helped in making stage scenery, posters and had given assistance in many ways. Nancy had a dream about Holland. When she was asleep the following people came in: wooden shoes, cheese, butter churn, houses, canals, dikes and various others. It cer- tainly showed what small children can do if they have the proper atmosphere in which to work. Now “Lyndonettes” go thou and do likewise; it is much easier than it looks. Children enjoy the “work-play” idea and are much happier than when they are reciting geography para- graphs or diagramming sentences. M. Carroll

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23 THE VERLYN SLUM PICTURES Our Lady’s cross is fingered by the sun who, slow to leave, goes strolling down the west. A woman, after factory work, pins to the line her man’s shirt; gropes in her basket and fills up the sagging line across the filthy alley dark below. An organ grinder tinkles sweet tunes that sing of far-off olive groves beside clean waters. A fruit vender curses the stinging dust a fickle breeze stirs up while blowing dirty paper down the street. The children whimper with the heat, the heavy traffic clangs, the elevated screams and whines. Behind Our Lady’s tower white clouds pile high like snow. L. W. Swanson. “It is most true — stylus virum arguit — our style betrays us. ' “Cudgel thy brains no more about it.” Key to (read 10 6 17 4 18 16 15 5 2 the Test down) 11 i 14 8 3 1 0 12 13