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

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Mrs El1:aC5 Gramm NORMALOGUE frlllrs. Burma JB. Qinurh 'li VERYONE has an ideal. As each girl enters Mrs. Couch's class for the first time, she realizes that she has met an ideal. This impression grows and strengthens through the two strenuous years at Normal. When our troubles have become too great to bear, here we find comfort and solace. Never can we express in Words how We love and respect her, and We all shall con- sider our life's occupation successful if We can attain the standard which she has set for us. l f :HF you want to feel the shivers run up and down your back, just listen while Mrs. Graves tells a ghost story! She tells about real ghosts , and then, too, she can tell you other stories-the loveliest kind of stories, about the South, and what she did when slze was a girl and lived in Kentucky. No Wonder that we love to sit at her table! We think that those who do not study Kindergarten under her supervision miss a great deal. Her wide exper- ience and unusual helpfulness have given her the opportun- ity of placing those who desire a knowledge of kinder- garten theory upon their feet, and have inspired them to higher ideals. To study with Mrs. Graves is a great privi- lege, and those who graduate from her classes feel that they owe to her the greatest appreciation and affection.

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NORMALOGUE 15 illllims Annie 31. ifiamphirr NOTHER member of our' faculty, is Miss Lamphier, who has been our instructor in elementary handi- craft. Thru her exact directions we have learned to make many useful things. To her We are indebted for the patience which she showed to us during our first half year of training, when the tasks Which were put before us seemed so difficult. Altho we had to work hard for many hours before we finished making baskets, chair-seats, booklets, and innumerable other things, Miss Lamphier made sure that each was done, and done right. Her willingness to do whatever We asked of her for the benefit of the class will always be appreciated and will never be forgotten by us. She has left With us this motto: Whatever you do, do right. And each task Will be light. Mir. Zilhnnmn ZH. Glumminga I 'J VERYONE who ever attended Normal School looks uipon Mr. Cummings' room as a haven of refuge. In his workroom, Mr. Cummings strives very hard to teach the girls how to use the saw and chisel. Here We make everything from chair seats to doll furniture, and some aspire even to hopeless chests. 'Mr. Cummings is never seen at Chapel and we all Wonder Why C?J. Although he has been at the Normal School for only a few years, his unfailing good nature and pleasant smile have made him one of our most popular teachers. The class of 1919 Wishes him the best of luck in all he may undertake.

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NOR-MALOGUE fllllrn. Efhrrza llan Emu . OUR MOTHER Back to our days at Taconic Hall Down the path of memory turning, We seek the one who was ever dear To our hearts, and we look with yearning For a queenly form and a loving look, For a crown of silvery whiteness, A heart so large it could hold us all, We can never forget that likeness! Room One was sacred to whispers low Of secrets and troubles perplexing, She pondered them in her heart alone, 'Twas not long before shadows were lifting And a smile again lit a face that was sad, .A Who did it? you ask. Why no other .J- n Than the one who had taken the place for two years Of a longed-for and wept-for mother. She pointed to us the happiest way Of living and working together, Of hitting hard the things that were wrong In stormy and sunshiny weather. So the twelve '19 girls to the one who's been kind In sharing their every emotion, To their other mother, they pledge for aye Their love, their respect, their devotion. I mins Elvrwa lil. Zlivrgusnn AY upstairs in the office between Miss Baright's room and the library, is a pleasant, kind, and will- ng little lady who never scolds when We hurry in just as he bell is ringing, to have her sign the green and blue absence lips, even when her desk is piled high with formidable Joking books, documents or pink checks, which require ier undivided attention. Some of the dormitoryg irls look 0 her as the one who holds the horn of plenty, from which .re poured the month's salaries . How could we have gotten along without her cheerfulness and help these two chool years?