Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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. . , i xxx fi , .-.' p for the stucle Annie 01. Slavvlr NORMALOGUE li '- n intelligent ohserver ol' eclueniionil xsoilt in I lu l ' . ttf il ' I . :inns saws, l ieie .ire luo elennn lllll goocl teuehingg an enthusiasm for oue's suhjut . 4 an nt. I lly wish for you. lll0llllH'I'S ol' the class gn sinsni luisecl on knowleclge unxl skill, :incl n ions an x ffl ing love for the l'llllllI'l'll unfler vour rum 1 . . . v., , . , lf lhou the truth woulrlsl tm uh my soul Inns! overflow , , 3 , If lhou an soul woulclsi ren . It takes the ll02lI'l'S o'erHow H.-W' A To give the lips full spee - '- tv, 12 cli .7 I 5, ifsnaa E. Srarlr ay this thought of Emerson's heeolne the experienee of the elass of 1015. Gi I hear Let me go XVllPl'C.0l' I will ai sky-horn inusie still: It sounds from all things ohl. It sounfls from alll things young. From all thnt's fnir, from :ill thal's foul Pezils out ai ehee1'l'ul song. ,Tis in in Nor in But There Nor Nor in .' not in the stairs alone. the eu is of humlcling flowers. i l . l I the reclln'eust's mellow tone. the how that smiles in showers. the mud and sc-mn of things, ulway, zilwziy, something sings. Q.

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NORMALOGUE iltulanh IM. Gunn r. Guss, our former Science instructor, 'sends this message to the class of 1915: Rough, bleak, and hard, our little State Is scant of soil, of limits straitg Her yellow sands are sands alone, Her only mines are ice and stone. From Autumn frost to April rain, Too long her winter woods complain, From budding flower to falling leaf, Her summer time is all too brief. Yet, on her rocks, and on her sands, And wintry hills, the school-house stands, And what her rugged soil denies, The harvest of the mind supplies. The riches of the commonwealth Are free, strong minds, and hearts of healthg And more to her than gold or grain, The cunning hand and cultured brain. Our State Whittier Marg A. Elgvarann hough we travel the world through to find the beauti- ful, we must curry it with us or we find it notf' -Em crsmz.

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16 NORMALOGUE Alire iii. linmultnn I HE best things are nearestg Do not grasp at the stars, But take life's plain, common work as it comes . illllrn. Burma EB. Olnurh ' I his day I am master of my fate. Into this day just begun, there shall enter only noble and high prec-epts. Into it shall eome only eharming and lovely people: if they do not appear so, I shall see only the good in them and so help them to show forth the good. It shall he a day of unfaltering energy, of fairer zeal and of new and beautiful ideals. It is to be a day of happiness to me and all I meet. It is to he a. day of elearly defined purpose and aeeeptable results. This day I will earry with me the spirit of Lovef, IVe shall cherish always the memory of the many happy hours spent. with dear lNIrs. Coueh.