Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 54 of the 1903 volume:

lcic 5 MILLERSVILLE cet±coc ARCHIVES r The Hammer PUBLISHED BY THE Senior Class OP THE Millersville State Normal School Inaugurated by the Class of 1903. VOL I. $ Editing board: D. AUGUSTUS Swope, Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors. SOPHIA S. YEAKLE, M. FLORENCE ELY, WILLIS W. HACKMAN. 9 Class Day, June 24, 190?. Lancaster Intelligencer Print. 1903. ...Program... $ MUSIC—March. PRESIDENT’S ADDRESS, . . Laurence S. Bitner. CLASS ORATION, . Grover C. Chandlee. PIANO SOLO--Selected , . Florence R. Reiser. CLASS POEM—“ Conquer Self..........Read by M. Florence Ely. RECITATION—The Quaker,.......................Bess Jennings. CLASS HISTORY...........................Willis W. Hackman. VOCAL SOLO—Spring’s Awakening.”—C. B. Haivley . . Maude Hostettbr. CLASS PROPHECY, IVY ORATION, . Benjamin K. Lehman. VIOLIN SOLO......................................Beethoven. (a.) Andante, from First Symphony—Beethoven. (b.) La Cinquantaine—Gabriel Marie. Horace M. Hull. STATISTICIAN,.................................M. Jeanette Conklin. RECITATION—The King’s Pardon—In the Colonial Days, Grace Castner. MANTLE ORATION, PIANO SOLO—Polacca Brilliante Katherine Hobach. . Karl M. Von IVeber. PRESENTATION ORATORS: GRACE CASTNER, . . . CORA LAFFERTY, HERBERT ROEDER. President’s Address. LAURENCE SCHAEFFER BITNER. T ADIES AND GENTLEMEN: The graduating class of the Millersville State Normal School extends to you all the most cordial welcome which is in its power to offer. We are glad to welcome you here—come to see what a few years of school life can do for the young student in developing him in many ways. It is only just to both class and institution that we should to-day meet for the last time as a united class, to give proof of what we gained while here. Yet, believing that you are expectantly waiting to hear what is yet to come, the meat of the program, as it were, and would waste but little time over this word of welcome—a mere introduction as a means of getting us better acquainted—I will detain you but a few short moments. We hope that you will be able to enter into the spirit of our exercises to-day, yet if anything should seem to you unkind or malicious, remember that it is our day—Class Day—and look at that which pleases you ill in the light of one who can sympathize with our thoughts and feelings. Indeed, all that we to-day do or say is with the best and kindest of intentions; and so, “with malice toward none and charity for all,” we unite as a class in bidding you a heartfelt welcome to these our exercises. Q. When is Laurence Bitner a quail? A. When he is in front of 325 whistling “Bob-White.” Miss Wertz has an abundance of names. She answers to twenty-three different ones. Mr. Swope (translating Virgil)—And now a light tip of light shone from the vertex of Julus.” Class Oration. GROVER C. CHANDLEE. npHERE are two principles that govern all society. The first ' ■ is the principle of self-care and self-love. Every man is given charge of his own body, and the shaping of his life. As a result of this, there rests upon each individual the solemn obligation to make the most possible of himself. He is to store his mind with weapons against the day of battle which comes in every man’s life. But, although a man is responsible for his own growth and happiness, he is equally responsible for the growth and happiness of others. Just so much as he has secured his personal enrichment, so much is it his duty to secure the advantages of those about him. Love of one’s self at the expense of one’s fellows is criminal; but, on the other hand, to love one’s neighbors more than one’s self is self-destruction. Society is composed of individuals, but the aim of society is elimination of individualism. A destruction threatening the rights of many threatens the foundations of human happiness. This compels us to recognize that the weakness and injury of one are the weakness and injury of all. The law of the survival of the fittest applies very well. Thus, if a man possesses much wealth, he can achieve much. More opportunities are offered to the man of wealth than to the poor man. This rule will also apply in education; the more a man knows the more he can know. Every difficulty that we overcome gives us power to overcome the next difficulty. Sir William Jones tells us that he gave five years to mastering his first language, while he mastered his fourth dialect in six weeks. But as a successful man becomes more successful, so also will a weak man become weaker. If a man who seeks employment is shabby and old, this will increase, and his chances of securing employment will decrease. To-day society is recognizing the duty of the strong to the CLASS ORATION. 5 weak. Those men who have skill in acquiring wealth are giving bountifully toward art, education, and morality. We have ceased to consider a successful man as one who has stored up his wealth at the expense of others. Such men are losing their standing in society. Cities are encouraging those who serve their fellows, by bestowing honor upon them. It is well for us to emphasize the principles of our duty toward others. But since the worth of the individual is being threatened, it seems necessary also to emphasize man’s duty of making the most of himself. This principle has been severely condemned, yet if man does not secure his own enrichment, it is impossible for him to help others. Plato says: “The granary must be filled before the poor are fed; knowledge must be gained before knowledge is given.” Another writer, in speaking about the preparation necessary for any vocation, said: “If I were twenty, and had but ten years to live, I would spend the first nine years accumulating knowledge and getting ready for the tenth.” To-day the measure of the influence of any man is the measure of his reserve power. The people who will rule the next generation are to-day storing up resources of knowledge and power. In our study of history we find that all the nations that have made much progress in civilization have been isolated. These nations were always situated on islands or peninsulas, and shut in by some natural boundary. A nation thus situated is thrown upon its own resources. By practice they find that society is more peaceful and prosperous when the rights of each individual are respected. As examples of this great intellectual growth take Greece and Rome. But when this civilization had time to develop, its influence overflowing the restraint of natural boundaries, was felt by all the surrounding people. Not only is this principle illustrated in history, but also in the lives of all our great men. It has lately been noted that the men who rule our cities are men who spent their early lives in the country. The country boys, living in an isolated region, develops individuality. They learn to depend for their knowledge upon their eyes and ears, and not upon books and journals. They do not have a journal or encyclopedia to consult in order to find 6 THE HAMMER. out their opinion of some subject; but they think out their own opinions, and learn self-reliance. There are so many events in the life of a city boy that his mind is almost broken down by them, and his individuality has little chance to develop. Man driven to rely upon his own resources always most nearly approaches his ideal condition. Homer wrote the “Iliad’’ when he was blind. Dante wrote his “Divine Comedy” when he was in exile. Milton wrote his great poem, “Paradise Lost,” when he was blind, but he spent many years of his life in accumulating the material for the poem. Webster and Lincoln spent years in isolated homes, brooding and thinking. They afterwards became the greatest statesmen of their time. To-day the statesmen who will rule the next generation are preparing themselves for the work by making the most of their talents. In the last age the culture of individual worth has been neglected. One writer says that an age is great not through its multitude of humanity, but through its number of heroes. Modern educational methods are arriving at the cultivation of individual worth; yet Harrison says that in fifty years the public schools of Great Britain have turned out not one perfect mind. The few who have won renown in literature were well educated. The others, with the help of some tutor, have developed some special talent. Another cause of failure is the use of wrong methods in early education. Children who have enthusiasm and talent are so discouraged through the study of some subject that their enthusiasm is wasted. It is not until later years that they discover the cruel injustice brought upon them. We as an organized class are about to disband, and it is our duty as teachers, or in whatever position we may be, to become ourselves, and to help others about us to become truly successful. April 12—Mr. Roeder made a resolution to be good and never again to break any rule of the school. April 19—Mr. Roeder was snapping. Ivy Oration. BENJAMIN K. LEHMAN. A NOTHER year has passed away, and another class is on the threshold of graduation. As former classes have accepted and planted the ivy, so the hour has come for us to observe the honored rite of accepting and planting the ivy presented to us by our kind principal and teacher. To the inexperienced this may seem sentimental and trivial, but to us, who are soon to leave the scenes and friends endeared by the associations of one of the brightest and happiest years of life, this occasion is pregnant with solemn import We meet to-day within the walls around which the ivies of former classes twine as constant reminders of students who, having played well their part in their Normal life, have gone out to face sterner tasks and duties in wider spheres, leaving these silent memorials of happy days surrounding this their once happy home. The class of nineteen hundred and three desiring to leave something to be an ornament to the school, to perpetuate the memory of its own existence, and to symbolize its future career, will add one to the list. This is why we plant the ivy, and these are the few things that this suggests. The intimacy between nature and man began with the birth of man on the earth, and becomes each century more intellectual and far-reaching. To nature, therefore, we turn as to the oldest and most influential teacher of our race, our constant friend, instructor and inspirer. The ivy has been held in high esteem by the people, not only in Egypt and Greece, where it was held sacred, but also in Rome. The Romans were accustomed to mingle it in the laurels of their great poets. We can find, then, nothing that will serve better to illustrate, to symbolize what in nature our class will imitate. The ivy plant is the symbol; we, the class, the reality. The ivy symbolizes progress and prosperity, as it sends forth its 8 Till: HAMM Kit. many brunches in various directions, Incoming farthor and further Hoparatod; ho will the members of this class leuvo what iH now here I In infant plant, and bo scattered each in a different direction to perform his or her part in the great work of education. In the ivy we find that its first stage of growth is essentially formative. It is a period of preparation. It sends forth many tendrils, by means of which it becomes attached and obtains support, then begins its life work. In like manner wo have been preparing hero during the past year for greater achievements in the future. As the grounds, buildings and atmosphere will mother and nourish the symbol, so tin school, the faculty, and the environment here is the mother of our educational, moral and social attainments. In the ivy we find that some of tin' branches excel others in their growth, and in obtaining the highest and most prominent positions. So if will naturally be in the intellectual growth and the attainment of positions of honor and worth among our classmates. bet. each one ask flu question, Which branch will I imitate, the high or the low, th(? thrifty or the stunted. For the honor of the class of 1903, classmates, strive to reach an honorable position; never let courage fail you. While the ivy is noted for climbing to the tops of the tallest trees and surmounting the highest walls, yet we also find some branches seemingly groping about satisfied with the low and obscure positions; these branches, neglecting to use sap, may wither and die. Use is life, neglect is death, is nature's law. bet not one member of this class choose such a position; but let him ever strive to do as the thrifty branch, which firmly sets its small rootlets and climbs aloft to reach the topmost heights. The ivy is a long-lived plant, and it therefore suggests that the influence of this class is far-reaching and never-ending. What a class may accomplish in the intellectual development does not end when the lives of all its members are past and gone, but extends down through the future generations. We to-day owe . much to such men as Macon, IVstalozzi, Froobol and Horace Mann for our present enlightenment and civilization. The gifts of education are those which neither time nor destructive forces can IVY ORATION. 9 obliterate. Ah we have been able to profit and improve through the experience of others,so may the future generationH bo influenced by what we may contribute to the progress of civilization. It in hard to realize that.our Normal days are over. It seems but a short and happy season since wo were here organized as the class of 1903. It has been a period of progress and transition nil about us. Wo, too, have changed. Our mental processes have been strengthened, and our moral character somewhat developed. 'I'he fields of knowledge have been entered and partially explored. We arc united by the priceless links of friendship, and whatever else may fade from our minds in coming years, these memories will always remain with us. For these reasons, hr. byte, wo gratefully accept and plant the ivy, and with it our affection for 1903. Junk 0 Mr. Hull borrowed Miss Fly's glasses before going to have his pictures taken. Miss Oastnku Lava is a vicious liquid. hr. IjYtw- Which is the numerator of the fraction 1 5? Mu. Hackman Five. hit. HiTNuit— I low far does light, t ravel per second? Mu. Hull 10 foot. (Ana. 180,000 miles). Miss Jdnninqh- A chalk compass is a thing that you punch on the board and draw circles with. Mu. 11 icYDitiCK Who wrote the books of the Pentateuch? Mu. Hull— Why-er-Noah, I think. Nov. '21 — Miss Conklin and Mr. Hackman leave the table early to study literature in Room A (?). hwe. 3 Miss Myers faints when Mr. Lehman is on time at methods class. Lost A silver bracelet engraved with many initials, the inside containing the words, “Floss and Wit.” Please return to owner, Miss Fly. Junk 9- Bonnie fails to appear with two roses; extreme excitement. Class Poem. Conquer Self. I. Shall we sadly speak of parting? See the sunbeams, glancing, darting, Resting on the leaves, then starting, Light and joy to all imparting, Till at last the bright rays, darting, Rest on us. n. Ah! It seems to me more meetly, Far more truly, far more sweetly, That this day which flies so fleetly Should begin the future sweetly, Bearing to us surely, fleetly, Joy and pain. in. Earth itself is one sweet bower, Carpeted with grass and flower; High above the tree tops tower, By our side the roses flower; ’Tis enriched with princely dower On this day. IV. Flowers glowing, breezes blowing, Grasses nodding, streamlets flowing. Woodbirds singing, sweet notes ringing, Flowers fair their censers swinging, Precious balmy odors flinging To the air. CLASS SONG. 11 V. Hail! we greet thee, thus we meet thee, Welcome now, our friends we bring thee, Songs of joy and gladness sing thee, Carpet all the earth before thee, Bend in loving guidance o'er thee This glad day. VI. Thus the realm of nature singing, To our feet her treasure bringing, Sweetest notes of joy are flinging, Flower bells, their glad tones ringing; Gaily greet us, nodding, swinging In the breeze. VII. Mother Nature, hail, we greet you! Soft advancing, come to meet you, Softly, slowly, come to greet you; More than reverence we bring you, This the gift most precious bring you— It is love. VIII. You have given us richest treasure, Hours of work and hours of pleasure; Filled our hearts with fullest measure Of the beauteous sunny treasure; Sang thy songs to give us pleasure All the way. IX. Lowly here we bow before thee, Lowly kneeling we adore thee, Nature, teacher, see before thee 12 THE HAMMER. These our lives—in each there may be Germs of good which thou and God see Hidden there. x. Bluest skies are o'er us bending, Earth and sky arc meeting, blending, Each to each its beauty lending; Incense sweet from earth’s ascending— Life, so rich, to thee we’re sending Greetings fair. XI. We would live each moment wholly; Live it proudly, live it lowly, Live it richly, live it solely With the purpose high and holy In each action, great or lowly, To do right. XII. Fare thee well! Dear halls of learning! Oh! Our hearts to-day are yearning For the days no more returning; In our eyes the tears are burning, And our feet are almost turning Back to thee. XIII. Though the old life we are leaving, Fuller, better, we’re receiving. Breezes soft are round us breathing; Fragile vines great trees are wreathing. We will enter life believing It is good. XIV. We will cease our backward turning, In life's school new duties learning, CLASS POEM. 13 All things base, ignoble, spurning. Hearts afire with noble yearning, Using life, and thereby earning More of life. xv. Let us banish care and sighing, Take the years before us lying, Use each fleet-winged moment flying, Pluck life’s roses ere their dying, Hear God’s voice in nature crying, Fully live. XVI. Welcome, life! Thou art the dearer As we see thy meaning clearer, Live to man and God the nearer, Seeing in all nature clearer God’s love, than in crystal mirror We see self. XVII. Swing then, flowers, censers holy, Ring your bells, ring fast, ring slowly; Bring your garlands rich and lowly; Who for right do battle solely, Conquering self in conflict, wholly Conquer all. XVIII. And the Father, never sleeping, O’er His own His love-watch keeping, Even when the stars are peeping From the heavens and earth seems sleeping Has us in His holy keeping Evermore. Jessie E. Schindle, Ex-’03. Class History. WILLIS W. HACKMAN, S THE new century was heralded in amidst the clamorous din of myriad trumpet blasts, and the hoarse, thundering plaudits of countless multitudes, while the world paused in ecstatic awe among the turmoil of gigantic enterprises and the curbing of Titanic forces, a new standard dedicated to the interests of education and higher thought suddenly burst out upon the startled world from out the chaos of the race's making. And ’round its daring motto stood gathered a valiant little hero band, pioneers of higher education. Little did the world dream of the vast possibilities, the limitless potentialities, the endless resources of that Spartan band—a band within whose ranks breathe such sterling characters and noble souls as Herbert Spencer, the massive-brained; Grover Cleveland, the unquenchable; Sheaffer and Horace Mann, the untiring champions of noble ideals and higher standards of education. To its inspiring folds flocked the great, the noble, the divine Augustus of “the golden crest, still outbreaking the sacred odors of Lebanon’s cedars. Need more be said? Well could the shades of Czesar, Cicero and Virgil groan aloud in fear and envy, and gnash their teeth at sight of us, and the ghosts of Jonson, Shakespeare, and all the proudest ranks of Queen Elizabeth’s intellectual giants, with one last agonizing wail turn over and die the ignoble deaths of broken-hearted, man-forsaken spirits. Soon massive-browed professors were seen to pace about with pensive, downcast eyes and care-furrowed brows; strange rumors floated about upon the tide of common report; a powerful organization, that gave promise of vast intellectual achievements, and destined to strain severely the mighty intellects of our faculty. Month after month rolled by, each more pregnant of the future than the last. It is needless to relate in detail our first meeting with the State Hoard. I shall but CLASS HISTORY. 15 quote a rather obscure passage from the diary of Caesar: “They came, we saw, we conquered!” and naughtv-three had been ushered into the presence of an admiring world. When again the swallows homeward flew, when the purple grapes hung in glistening clusters, the nodding corn whispered prophecies of golden plenty to one another, and Earth once more robed herself in gorgeous vestments of gold and crimson to go forth and meet her hoarv-headed lord, Time, found us again across the threshold of Minerva’s temple, deeply drinking from the ever-flowing fountain of learning. But, stay, what marvelous galaxy is this our amazed eyes confront? Do we dream, or is indeed this dazzling high school band that dazes us by its marvelous beauty, its daring wit, and boundless intellectual energy, a destined part of us? The gods, out of the fullness of their illimitable generosity, add this one more blessing to our already countless advantages. We welcome them with open arms; at least some of the sterner sex may have done so. Together with this new acquisition we gathered under our protecting wing the class of “naughty-two.” They had not yet attained to those higher spheres of advanced learning; they still laboriously toiled about the foot-hills; and we, catching now and then a glimpse of them through the cloud, were moved to pity by their painful struggles and extended down to them the hand of friendly encouragement, hoping to inspire and uplift them. Heaven knows what a dire, well-nigh futile struggle we had. Our consciences, however, thanks to our ardent exertions, are at rest; we did all possible to be done for them; but, alas! they would not! It was not in them. About this time Laurence, Grover and Horace discarded knickerbockers and took on the insignia of manhood. Right here I might take the opportunity to discuss the infinite amusement afforded us by the weird, peculiar antics of that body of human beings now popularly known as the class of “nineteen-four. Knowing the callow inexperience of these simple-hearted children, and knowing further their utter inability to cope with any semblance whatever of equality with our tried veterans, for their own benefit and instruction we let them enjoy themselves, playing their innocent little game of “naughty-three” unmolested. How joyously they skipped and played about the campus, letting 16 THE HAMMER. the cute little clears of nineteen five, six and ten play with them; all joyfully shouting: “We are the class of nineteen-three!” How we loved to see them go out and play with the Seniors; only they got hurt sometimes. Considered altogether, however, their pleasure was entirely harmless, besides being highly entertaining to us, not to say instructive; for many an illustrious example of rank immaturity did we witness, illustrating some pregnant psychological truth. Again the fountains played and the soloists sang of spring. The doctor trimmed his beard for summer, and by a peculiar unconscious acquisition of dignity, especially on the part of Swopie and Laurence, we intuitively knew that some great event was fast approaching; so that we were not at all surprised to find ourselves one beautiful June morning gazing into one another’s transfigured countenances with our hearts whispering to us that we indeed were not only in spirit, but in fact, Seniors. All that summer strange portentious omens and mysterious rumorings foretold a year of prodigies; and the fates foretold aright. Amid joyful acclamations we once more embrace the threshold of the ladies’ gate. Iiow we burned to unrein the pent-up energy of our teeming brains. We felt the untold joy of Seniors as we grasped the extended palms of the Profs and met the dazzling radiance of their joyful countenances. We felt within us a power, a force, a seething vitality unfelt before. How the hostile ranks of the Model School melted before our conquering arms! How we held them in servile submission, bordering upon absolute slavery, is now the property of general history. Before two moons had filled out their horns twice with silvery light, the halls of learning echoed and re-echoed with the fame of our intellectual achievements. The most reserved and conservative members of the faculty were heard expressing their impressions concerning us in most extravagant terms of commendation. Their enthusiasm knew no bounds. So sweeping and continued were our triumphs that had not our characters been exceptionally strong and modest, our brains had surely become addled. I have now come to that which cannot help but give pain to somebody. At quite an early period the class of nineteen-four, CLASS HISTORY. 17 with a great display of forensic fireworks and a clumsy manipulation of dangerous verbal explosion, informed us that they thought that if we would let them take about fifteen of their best men to our seven, that probably we might please the Doctor and the girls by an exhibition of our relative physical capacities and prowess. In case we deemed the struggle unequal, they would add as many more as we desired. From this dated their ignominious downfall, and the bitter humiliations heaped upon that extremely unfortunate, ill-starred organization. Naturally we were much pained by this ungrateful attitude of a supposed friend, whom we had ever cared for, nurtured and protected as a mother would a child; and now that we should trample upon and mar the beauty of those once dear to us, the thought was unbearable. As the vision rose before us of the dear little “naughty-four” boys reeking with dust intermingled with gore, their neatly smoothed hair all disheveled, and their pretty noses awry; their loving mothers in tearful anguish o’er their shattered forms; their broken-hearted sweethearts—enough, I need but say our hearts were melted and bled at the thought of the awful calamity overhanging them. Happily, according to a custom which has ever been a peculiar characteristic of “naughty-four,” they only talked. Right upon this disgrace were heaped a series of others, sadder and more ignominious. With the habitual slowness of their class, they after deep and careful consideration and due deliberation finally determined to decide upon the class colors, flower, etc. Alas, they little dreamed what they were destined to contend with! Why did they pale with anguish and sit the picture of pathetic dismay when they beheld the Senior class filing into supper, each bearing upon his breast a significant little bow of black and gold? Ah, there was moaning and gnashing of teeth in the camp of the Philistine that night! One by one they crept hollow-eyed to bed, with hearts filled with the blackness of despair, ever moaning in accents parched and hoarse the pitiful refrain, “Too slow, too slow! After this cruel stroke of fortune the Middlers’ only complaint was to the effect that the Seniors were possessed of no class spirit whatever. But they forgot that it is unwise to presume on 18 THE HAMMER. anything when the fates are unpropitious. Full many a bitter defeat they were destined to suffer at our hands ere they realized their sad mistake. Their second undoing was in the field of athletics. The class of “nineteen-four” felt, or thought it felt, that it possessed several valuable secrets which it would be well to reveal to the Senior class, among which were the following: that they knew something about athletics; that they knew something about basket ball; that they knew very much about basket ball; that they knew more about basket ball than anybody else, including the Senior class. Such unparalleled audacity could not go unpunished. You must bear in mind that they were still young and inexperienced. inclined to foolhardy recklessness and looseness of tongue; consequently you will not be at all surprised to learn of their challenging us to a contest, and our prompt acceptance of that challenge. The great day at last was at hand. Gymnasia Hall overflowed with the rank and beauty of the school. The gong sounded; the gazing multitudes sat mute and breathless, with eyes intent upon the little Spartan band of “nineteen-three” standing with eyes and muscles alert. Suddenly the shrill whistle startled the pregnant silence—the great contest was on. Suddenly, by skillful manipulations of the ball, and partly through the extreme slowness of the Middler team, a brilliant goal was thrown by our boys; we had tasted the first fruits of victory. A great shout rent the roof; pandemonium reigned. Soon our boys had a proverbial cinch of it. The Middlers both in the gallery and on the floor lost what little presence of mind they may originally have had. Our boys’ method became the simple proceeding of the following two features: First, the ball was passed as soon as convenient to Hully; second, the goal was thrown. This usually occurred every three minutes, including time wasted by the umpire, and frequent periods of rest required by the Middlers. You may compute the score by giving the Middler team a goal for every tewnty minutes; the result will be the following proportion: The Senior class : the Middle class :: 34 : 14; or solving, the Middler class = 14-34 of the Senior class. Countless deeds of valor were performed that day. The galleries became demented with uncontrollable enthusiasm, and through the roaring din and CLASS HISTORY. 19 wild turmoil of shouting and cheering was wafted down to us the martial strains of hymns of victory, chanted triumphantly by our “naughty-three” co-eds, inspiring us on to do greater deeds of valor, while the “naughty-four” girls could but gaze, with tear-dimmed eyes and burning cheeks dyed crimson with shame, upon the disgraceful overthrow of their fallen heroes, and see them creep from the scene of their discomfiture, utterly exhausted and with conquered shields reversed. To signalize our triumph we intended displaying our ensign, but the Profs thought the Midlers might be pained thereby; and as their burden of sorrow was already more than they could easily bear, we generously desisted. It was rumored that several Middlers, in the fury and rage of bitter disappointment, did for a space lose all self-control, and really did hazard unconsidered interference; but they accidentally (?) were brought into painful contact with certain hilarious Juniors, and were badly hurt. The combat was aweinspiring to behold; to see Ruel and Hoffie and several other feather-headed desperadoes of the class of “nineteen-four,” being whirled, struggling but helpless, about that terrible vortex of Junior humanity. The field of battle reeked with Hoffie’s gore and lay o’erstrewn with Ruel’s outer garments, when the Profs mercifully interfered and saved enough of the mangled remnants to enable identification by their weeping friends and relatives. The Senior girls also—all honor be due them!—assisted by the noble-hearted girls of “naughty-five,” valorouslv. like Amazons of old, repelled all nefarious attempts upon our victorious ensign. Twice they bowed their proud crests in submission to the very dust, before our unconquerable ranks. Such is the punishment in store for the over-audacious. It is a well-known fact that Ruel, president, and Hoffie, athletic manager, of “naughty-four,” did not recover their wonted airiness for several weeks. They even ceased to snap, “mirabile dictu” after their disgraceful exhibitions on the Gym floor. After we had done with them, the Juniors put in a little practice work on them, but were forced after several trials to discard them as utterly useless. In athletics, I am proud to say, we henceforth stood the acknowledged champions in whatever channels we have directed our energies. 20 THE HAMMER. Not long after this we had our Senior Sociable, one of the greatest occasions in the historical annals of this institution, for by it we fully established our supremacy in social, elocutionary and decorative spheres. We not only had a unique, but, I am safe in asserting, a fascinating sociable. The faculty was enchanted, the students dazzled, and the Middlers bewildered. By the superior excellence of our own artistic productions, the charming purity and classic beauty of our decorative arrangement, and novelty of entertainment, we proved ourselves as conclusively champions in the social and {esthetic field as in the athletic or intellectual. Is it necessary for me to drag down further humiliation upon their devoted heads? Theirs is indeed a tale of woe, of repeated failures and miscarried plans. How Doc and Hoflie captured (?) our class bunting will ever remain a pleasurable memory with us; with what stealthy tread Hoffman approached Doc's door; how gently his choking stage whisper sounded through the keyhole, and, alas! not only his “Yes, it will be dead easy! We will simply walk down and bring it up”—sublime faith! “But when they got there the bunting was gone, And so the poor Middlers had 110116.” The cry of anguish, those awful maledictions issuing from Doc’s enraged soul, still rings through my ears, as they discovered the direful truth that again they had been “Too late, too late, To gain anything at such a gait.” Poor boy Ross! he still is moved to painful emotions whenever he hears the strains of “Where is my wandering boy to-night?” Shall I answer the query? No, let us spare him the pain and humiliation of recalling that fateful night of cold and famine and sleepless anxiety, and we need not be informed, for that night three of our number spent a blissful night searching out the mysteries of the heavens from Rooms A and B. About this time also an extremely destructive and unlooked-for conflagration suddenly broke out in close proximity to the Gymnasium, causing extreme excitement, which did not subside for several days. The fire was supposed to be of incendiary origin, and was not CLASS HISTORY. 21 covered by insurance. To allay the undue excitement of class spirit which we were supposed not to possess, and to rescue the Middlers from further disgrace, the games between the Junior boys and Middlers and the Middler girls and Seniors were called off by the physical directors. Let me say that the Juniors, though much disappointed, yet acted with their characteristic gentlenunliness; but the nineteen-four girls! language fails me and shame crimsons my cheek at the thought of their unparalleled conduct, their expressive terms of comparison; the power and diversity of their qualitative adjectives was sufficient to cause the blush of manly shame to mantle the cheeks of their co-eds, at the thought of their own weak milksop method of stating their impressions; in fact, we noticed a distinct change for the better, soon after, in the choice of their descriptive adjectives and their adverbs of emphasis. About this same time the Juniors, desiring a slight diversion, put the Middlers through some of their circus antics; they afterwards expressed themselves as well pleased with the entertainment thus received. On Monday following our sociable the Middlers, for the first time, experienced the signal honor of taking psychology beneath our colors. We are proud to state that they became so enamored of them that they desired to retain them as their very own; but we, while they were waiting for us to kindly give them an opportunity to fulfill their wish, removed it. We too fully realized their utter unworthiness to receive and properly honor and protect a legacy so sacred and priceless. The pennant which George, Hoffman and Ruel elevated on the flagstaff with such infinite pains and fortitude, we let an ordinary workman take down. Thus did another of their ensigns meet an ignoble and sadly sudden end. This ends our successful struggle for class honor. From this time the Middlers ceased their unavailing efforts to snatch from our firm grasp the supremacy of the school. What follows pertains to ourselves. For individual brilliancy our class has been unparalleled. The poetic effusions of Salama T. B., etc., etc.; the fate of Laurence, our most highly cultured macaroni, fallen from Grace; Hullv, the bold, bad man, the slayer of the Profs and the breaker of maidens’ hearts; Jeannette, who has a marked 22 THE HAMMER. leaning toward essayists and is at present engaged in making an exhaustive study of Herbert Spencer, are all familiar subjects, and extend beyond my bounds, since this is simply a history of the past. Grover Cleveland has shown a remarkable friendliness towards his rival, William Jennings Bryan. Bennie has been so unstable in his affections as to make it unwise and impracticable for me to commit myself upon that subject. Florence from Bismarck and Miss Hobach (H6bd), our latest acquisition, vie with one another in modesty and pianistic excellence, and last and most interesting and most noticeable, I pronounce the name of Janetta Wertz, who, like the widow’s barrel, never faileth, though on one occasion, tradition has it, though 1 can barely realize it, she failed—a physician was immediately summoned. In conclusion, let me say that our class meetings have ever been models of parliamentary excellence, which it would have been well for the other classes to behold. They have ever been characterized by the most perfect unity. No contention has ever marred their placid flow. They have been occasions of great social enjoyment and good will. And now, having done with levity, dear classmates, and all others, let me say in all sincerity that we have ever treated one another with all possible consideration as ladies and gentlemen; we have ever aided and encouraged one another in difficulty, and by mutual interests and ideals been drawn together in the closest bonds of truest, noblest friendship. We have been few, but we have been united and powerful. I feel safe in saying that we shall have left our impress not only upon our Alma Mater as a powerful class intellectually, and in athletics and the pursuit of the beautiful in art and melody and nature, but that we shall stand out in educational history pioneers of a noble cause; that we shall ever live in the hearts of our professors and teachers a grateful, tender memory. We have fought a good fight and won. May the future hold in store for each and all of us, after we depart from out these memory-haunted halls, as much pleasure and as rich promises of success as has the past. Class Prophecy. FLORENCE R. REISER. TT IS Class Day at the Millersville Normal. The month is June; the year, nineteen hundred and eighteen. In the chapel two hundred and three Seniors are giving their history, prophecy, statistics, etc., in the presence of a large audience of relatives, friends, and alumni. The ushers hover noiselessly about the chapel doors; the audience keep up a perpetual waving and rustling of fans, for the day is hot. Among the crowd in the gallery, members of the class of nineteen-three look down with intensest interest, for they are no longer Alumni battling with the cold, cruel world, but Seniors come to live over again the life of fifteen years ago. Now the exercises are over. Parents and other attachments are being towed around in every direction by the elegantly dressed Seniors, who seem to be alarmingly unconscious of the heat. The Alumni visit their favorite spots of the campus, steal into the observatory, music buildings, glance up at the residences of the various professors and other edifices which have been erected since their departure. Twilight approaches. But twilight will soon be replaced by a cheerful moon. Many now follow the path to the dining hall, where dinner is to-day served at seven. But who compose the jovial crowd of about twenty who are moving in an opposite direction? The students explain to those who are with them that they are the famous class of nineteen hundred and three, the first class of the new course. They have returned to celebrate their fifteenth anniversary, and are this evening being entertained by Miss---------at the Waldorf Hotel. But let us follow these apparently very interesting persons to their destination. Past beautiful residences, fraterinty houses (for Millersville is now a typical college town), this class wends its way to the Waldorf. On the piazza many stout Japanese lanterns flutter over- 24 THE HAMMER. head. Miss---------meets them at the door and takes them into the reception hall, where the ladies pile their evening wraps on a table and the gentlemen dispose of their hats. Dinner is waiting, so they repair unceremoniously to the spacious dining room, where they partake of a very elaborate dinner. After dinner they go to the parlor, where they engage in talking, laughing, playing and singing until late. Some one suggests that the class history be read, so the class historian reads the following: There is one of our number who while at school had always shown a disposition to inquire into the why and wherefore of every affair. After leaving school he had strange wishes to go deep into scientific pursuits, to contend with nature and wrest from her some secret or some power which had hitherto been held from mortal grasp. His chief aim was to produce new forms of vegetable life, to create an insect of nothing higher in the living scale. Although not having up to this time secured his desired result, he has given to the world some marvelous scientific discoveries. He is well known throughout the country as the scientist, Benjamin K. Lehman, of Denver. The class has produced one great author. She was known to us during the Senior year as one who was thoroughly fascinated by Kipling. It was her greatest pleasure to read and re-read his works all her leisure moments, to quote from him when illustrations were called for in grammar class. Upon leaving school she became, if possible, a more eager reader and student of Kipling, and finally decided that she, too, would write. Her first poems were published in the various magazines of the country, and everywhere attracted attention on account of their similarity to Kipling’s works. In 1810 there was an incomplete edition of her works published by the American Book Company. I have just been inofrined that a complete edition is shortly to issue from the press at Philadelphia. Miss Hemperly is at present living in Harrisburg, where she spends much of her time content in her comfortable library. In marked contrast are two others of our class, who after leaving school indulged more freely than ever in the social world. Miss Bess Jennings made her debut in Washington in 1905, and Miss Florence Ely in the year following in Cleveland. In brief, CLASS PROPHECY. 25 Miss Jennings met a lonely naval officer, Mr. Jenkins, and married him. Miss Ely met a self-made merchant, Mr. Howards, and they were married. If Hawthorne were describing their homes he would say, “They comprise extensive pleasure grounds with mansion houses in the construction of which it has been their object to realize castles in the air, hardening the shadowy walls into granite. Beautiful enough to vanish like a dream, yet substantial enough to endure for centuries. The gorgeous furniture, the refinement of upholstery and all the luxurious artifices combine to render these residences places where life might flow onward in a stream of golden days undisturbed by the ruggedness which fate loves to fling into it.” You will doubtless remember the captain of the Senior Basket Ball Team. Under Mr. Herbert Roeder’s care many were the times we defeated the Middlers. Ah, those insignificant Middlers! And yet we remember them and retain a certain love in our hearts for them—partly sympathy, I presume. Well. Mr. Roeder on leaving the Normal took a course in physical culture at Harvard, and has now under his charge the college men there. There was another young man who was elected treasurer whenever any organization to which he belonged had money to be considered. He was elected not because he was so generous with it, for often when we made requests for sums, no matter how small, we were confronted by the question, “Is it necessary?” or “That much?” or some similar remark. But at the end of the year we were always pleased with the large amount of money on hand, and we congratulated ourselves on our economy, when in reality it was Mr. I). Augustus Swope’s management. He can now be found seated at his desk in his office on Wall Street, where he spends his days and most of his nights, with a pen behind his ear and a pair of mysterious spectacles on his nose, speculating. During our Senior year, you cannot fail to remember, it was our good fortune to have a gentleman lecture to us on social efficiency, paper folding and the like. You remember the marvelous houses, ducks, etc., which that man could produce out of brightly colored papers four inches square, caused the class to reverence him, and we were continually held spellbound. He 26 THE HAMMER. truly inspired all of us, but only two of our class found it possible to bring before more of mankind those miraculous teachings. Miss Steigerwalt and Miss Yeakle, better known as Salama and Sophia (for it would have been cruel of fate to separate these two) started the first school in Philadelphia based on Manual Training in the year nineteen hundred and seven. Miss Salama Steigerwalt frequently recites at entertainments given by the school. The purpose of these entertainments is to make them drawing cards for the public, that they may visit the school and witness for themselves the wonderful work. A visit to their school is the only essential to becoming a manual training enthusiast. I was handed a copy several days ago of the Musical Courier. I opened this paper at about the middle pages, and my eyes were attracted by the following: “On the front page of this issue appears the picture of an American, Katherine Hobach, who has recently created a very great stir among the musicians of Berlin. Her technique is amazing, her tone is full, pure and sweet, and her musicianship has awed the Germans, which is praise indeed.” Another of the fine arts is being truly interpreted by Miss Maud Z. Hallman, of Venice, Italy. Miss Hallman was thought by some to be quiet, but she, while others were laughing and joking, was keenly observing and reading the character of children as revealed in their faces. She dreamed to reveal to mankind what she made a most close study, three perfect pictures of their facial expressions. She studies art in Venice. While here she is not overawed by the great fame of the leading artists, but keeps ever striving to do perfect work for anything but perfect work, she thinks, will be an injustice to the children. She has produced some wonderful works. But at the end of each year she destroys all her pictures which she can secure, as they have some little mistakes which then she no longer makes. I have no doubt Miss Hallman will in time reach her ideal. Then having accomplished her purpose, she will be happy. And now I come to Miss Cora Belle Lafferty. Her powers as an entertainer and humorist are well known to us who were fortunate enough to have her as one of our classmates. Miss Lafferty always showed a great sympathy for ministers, and is now living CLASS PROPHECY. 27 happily with her husband, a Lutheran minister, in Altoona, Pa. Her husband's congregation, I have heard say, are completely captivated, and talk much about their minister's wife, who is such a charming and brilliant conversationalist. Miss Maud G. Hostetter seemed always fond of vocal music, along which lines she rapidly developed upon leaving school. She has studied under the most talented teachers of our land, and has now entrusted to her care the voices of the most promising music pupils of the New York Chautauqua. There was another of our class who believed most heartily in a rounded-out character. While we were with him we saw him studying, in addition to his text-books, art, vocal music, the violin, poetry, oratory, and about a dozen other things which I have forgotten. Upon leaving school, Mr. Willis W. Hackman turned to a new subject, sculpturing. Along this new channel he has made the most progress. He is now in London, and although he pursues this occupation most closely, his spare moments are, as of old, devoted to rounding out his character. Grover Cleveland Chandlee—the name might suggest to the stranger a young man of a political turn of mind. But though interested as a looker-on of politics, we, who thought we knew him, on the contrary thought he would make a grand “Little Minister. But though we thought we were good readers of character, he has shown us his was no usual character to read. Much to the surprise of all, he attended the University of Pennsylvania for the purpose of becoming a physician. After his graduation there, in 1909, a physician and friend of his in Boston persuaded him to make that city his dwelling place. Here he has worked up for himself an extensive practice. Now I will relate the history of the young lady from Wayne County. It would take too long to relate the entire history of the class, so I am, therefore, mentioning only the most important events of their eventful histories. The most important event of Gertrude C. Mcliale’s life was when some youth, a former resident of Scranton, whose name is Mr. Walters and whose height is four feet and eleven inches, had the audacity to propose to this sedate maiden. It is whispered that she, for a brief minute, lost her 28 THE HAMMER. usual self-composure and accepted. Nevertheless, they are living perfectly happy in their cosy little cottage on one of the Wayne County lakes. Frequently they go to New York to attend a good concert or some fine dramatic performance. Miss Rena Laurer in her earlier years always showed great interest in the architecture of her land, not so much in the rarely found brick or stone mansions which have been built regardless of expense, and which, though sometimes over-ornamented, seem almost perfect both in architecture and arrangement, but to the erection of the ordinary dwelling houses. Miss Lauver shortly after her departure here went to Wellesley, where this idea to beautify and adorn constantly increased in interest. She attended Pratt, taking the special course in architecture. While attending there she received many orders for her works. The last number of the Ladies' Home. Journal, her favorite paper, has just devoted several pages to Miss Lauver’s “Original Designs for Modern Homes ’ Miss Conklin was a girl of wide interests while at school. She made for herself a prominent place on the gymnasuim floor when basket ball was in session. She was a conspicuous figure on the tennis court when tennis was in season. She had an important place boating on the lake, when that sport was in season, and had no minor part on the campus when “snapping” was in season. For several years along all these lines she developed rapidly after leaving school, and she added to her accomplishments golf and hunting. Then suddenly, we know not why, Miss Conklin gave up all these indulgences. She took up the cause of woman’s suffrage. The powers of her bold, dashing manner, which she displayed here, are now spent in going from town to town of the United States trying to bring men to her way of thinking. And in her methods she seems bound to rival the once much-talked-of Carrie Nation. She visits the polls where women are not allowed to cast any votes. She tries by force to discontinue the election until the men solemnly vow they will ever afterward favor woman’s suffrage. We will now consider our elocutionist. During our public entertainments at school she seemed to have very promising CLASS PROPHECY. 29 powers as an elocutionist. She has, however, gone far beyond our expectations. She has just made an European tour together with her husband, Mr. Smythe, the well-known vocalist, and Mr. Leopold, the famous violinist. I allude, classmates, to her who is familiar to us as Grace Castner. One of us was of an extremely benevolent disposition. This statement does not necessarily exclude all the rest from the possession of that most admirable trait; but at least we were reminded most often that this lady possessed such a virtue. In surveying class many were the times she told us people weren’t so stingy in Blair County. In surveying class it meant only a difference of a few perches; in recent years it has meant a difference of many square miles. Miss Jeannette Wertz was never known to shirk work, and the habits of close application which she formed here were naturally continued when she got out in the world. She has prospered, and from her money has made frequent and generous donations to the various cities of the land —by no means excluding Tyrone, her native town—for the purpose of erecting almshouses and hospitals. From present appearances she will continue to make much money and dispose of it in the same way until from overwork she will be compelled to stop. Then she will realize what the rest of us already know—that self must be considered as well as others. Miss Hilda Steel, one of the tallest ladies of the class, who has such a stately appearance and who makes her superiority felt everywhere, is president of a Woman’s Club, San Francisco. This position she accepted after her graduation from Smith College in 1908. In glancing over the San Francisco newspapers during the past few years, I find the following are some of the themes upon which Miss Steel has lectured to the Club: “Moral Suasion,” “Darwin’s Theory of Evolution,” and “Predestination.” During our Senior year we were fortunate to have among our number two gentlemen who possessed rare abilities as to class management. It was not necessary for the class to worry about programmes for sociables or Class Day. Oh, no; these gentlemen very kindly took this difficulty from them. They planned everything during a few of their leisure moments in the summer 30 THE HAMMER. vacation between their Middle and Senior year. A few weeks before the event was to come off, the entire program was submitted to the class for approval or disapproval. But it was necessary to convince the class that their plans were all wise ones, and Mr. Hull usually did the convincing. After his forcibleness the arrangements were adopted unanimously. Of course, their plans seemed best, for the class had not thought about the subject before class meeting was announced. But several days after the class meeting, when it was too late, the fact dawned gradually upon them that there was another side to be considered. In truth, if the class meeting was to be held over again, they might venture a suggestion or remark. The fact of the matter was they had been “hauled in” by the smooth speeches of these youths. What seemed to be honors conferred upon them was simply a means they used to secure for themselves the honors of the class they wanted. These two attended F. and M. College after leaving Millersville. There Mr. Laurence Shaeffer Bitner always came out at the head of his classes. Mr. Horace Mann Hull continued to think that the world thought more of a sport than of an intellectual guy, and acted accordingly. They continued to be very popular. We who attended school at Millersville while they did well remember them as the two youths whom though only a privileged few dared to make any advances. Mr. Hull is at present in the House of Representatives at Washington, where he is convincing people in the same confident manner that he could not possibly be in the wrong. Mr. Bitner is a well-known chemist of Chicago. Along this line, as along all others, he was never satisfied until he reached the head. And, lastly, one of the girls of our class had aspirations along the line of domestic science. She studied it in her own home for several years, then took the course at Drexel Institute. The year of her graduation marked the opening of a Department of Domestic Science at the Millersville Normal. She was asked to take charge of that department and accepted, which place she has filled ever since. She has made her adode at the Waldorf hotel, and it is she who supervised the dinner given to the class this evening. I Statistics. ADIES AND GENTLEMEN: The Class of 1903 has al- ready been introduced to you singly and as a whole, but it has not been done thoroughly enough. In the first place, let us inform you that not one of us is married, although Laurence did say, when asked, “Not that I know of.” Only two are engaged, and seven want to be. One girl doesn’t know whether she would like to be or not. Won’t some have Grace enough to ask her? In fact, some of the replies to these questions were quite interesting. To the question, Are you married? Willis sadly sighed, “Not yet,” and from the bashful lips of Grover came the words, “No, indeed.” This class, which is certainly one of the brightest classes ever graduated from the First Pennsylvania State Normal School, is noted for its quality, not its quantity. It is composed of sixteen young women and seven young men, who have been at this Normal one hundred and eighty-two sessions, making an average of seven and twenty-one twenty-third sessions for each member. As a class we have done good work all along. Nine young women have completed the three years’ course in two years, one in two years and spring session, nine young women and young men in three years, two in five years, and one young woman in one year and a spring term. Several of the class are High School graduates, who took honors at their home schools and have again proved their quality here. Miss Hallman has been voted the brightest girl in the class, having received fifteen votes out of twenty-two. Miss Hemperly voted for “You, dear,” and as we all know to whom her affections are directed, it was unnecessary for her to answer more definitely. Miss Steel, by large majority, was chosen as standing next to Miss Hallman in intellectual ability, but in beauty she is second to none. The vote still stands between Misses Jennings, Keiser, Castner and Conklin as being the next prettiest person in the 32 THE HAMMER. class. Look at their pictures on the front of our Class Day Souvenirs, and decide for yourself to whom the honor is due. Our handsomest and cleverest young man, and indeed the cleverest member of the class, is Mr. Laurence Schaeffer Bitner. We have so many fine looking and clever gentlemen that, although Mr. Chandlee received twelve votes as next cleverest, and Mr. Lehman, by a close shave, was elected as next handsomest of the male members of our class, Miss Reiser and Miss Steigerwalt couldn’t decide in favor of anyone over the others. Indeed, Miss Steigerwalt was so worn out by deciding about five questions that she could not answer the remaining one, hence after this the whole number of votes on any question will not exceed twenty-two. That we are a studious and industrious class may be seen from the fact that nine out of twentv-three wear glasses, and also that out of the eighteen who expect to teach next year several have schools already. Mr. Chandlee is not going to do anything but loaf, and is the only lazy one in the class. Mr. Hull and Mr. Bitner are going to college, but the former may decide to join a circus instead. We are not sure that the second choice would be so very inappropriate. Miss Hemperly says she will get married if a sufficiently rich man asks her. As to conduct, we have been a remarkably good class—not one demerit against our record, nor more than one either, and but three have ever been called to the office to be reprimanded. Grover said: “I have never been called to the office. I am a good boy. I had a ticket last time.” Our class, like every other class that was ever graduated from this school, has a belle and a beau, and yet there is not a “pair” in the class. This belle is Cora Belle Lafferty; the beau is Horace Mann Hull, for, as he himself said, “I have a whole string of girls.” We hope the string is not weak. Let us give you the dimensions of our class. We weigh 1 t. 958 lbs., are 49 yrs. 2 mo. 16 da. old; can reach to a height of 125 ft., and occupy 110 units, shoe measure, in standing room. As individuals, we weigh 128 lbs., are 19 yrs. 6 mo. 11 da. old, stand 5 ft. 5 in. in our shoes, and tread but 5 units shoe measure with STATISTICS. 33 one foot. The sizes of our shoes range from H to 9 , which extremes are represented by Cora Belle and Willis Wissler. Gertrude towers over all, and Florence K. can not balance the smallest person in the class. Laurence is the baby of the class, having Bessie as a close rival; and as we all know our eldest and heaviest members, we need not name them. “Snapping” is an art which but eleven of the 1903’s can teach you, 0 Middlers and Juniors, who need to be taught. When we asked the different people of the class whether they had ever snapped, twelve said “No;” but Laurence replied “Now and then.” Grace said “Yes,” in a very decided tone, and Horace and Nan exclaimed “Yes, often.” Even bashful Grover C. said, “I certainly have,” and Augustus wrote down a “No” with four question marks after it. Maud Hostetter and Florence Ely indignantly replied, “Yes, certainly,” and Herbert was even angry with us for thinking it necessary to ask him the question at all. “Jack” is considered by the class the best female snapper in the class, and we know that “Hully” is proud that he, by a majority of two votes over “Bit” was selected as the best male snapper. Do you know what a “class bagger” is? If not. apply to Messrs. Hull and Bitner or to Misses Castner and Ely. They, in the order given, are our best ones. You are probably aware that there are two Literary Societies in the school—the Normal and the Page. Eight of our classmates have worked for and enjoyed the Normal, and thirteen have toiled lovingly and gotten much benefit from the Page. A strange and peculiar fact we have to relate. There are seven men (average age 18) in the class. Six of them say they use razors, and yet there are seven people who put their names down as being addicted to the razor habit. Explanation—Nan uses “one in a fight.” If anyone is fond of teasing or of being teased just go to Mr. Hull for the former, and to Miss Lafferty or Mr. Hull for the latter. You see that Mr. Hull was chosen as the greatest tease in the class, and also as the best person to be teased. It is a good trait he has of taking teasing: as well as of giving it. 34 THE HAMMER. Each member of the class has his own peculiarities, his own characteristics, just as Horace has his. Grace’s is the peculiarly good effect which sociables have on her. Although ill right before a class sociable, she was always well enough to attend every one. Laurence’s is his seeming indifference, and yet his wonderful interest in everything pertaining to the school and to the class especially. Miss Reiser, by thirteen votes, and Mr. Chandlee, by twelve, were elected the most bashful persons in the class; but as Mr. Swope received five votes, we really must tell the audience that he is bashful, for otherwise 1 fear they would not know it. Miss Jennings, to judge from her conversation, has lived in her sixteen short years a whole lifetime, and has experienced every sorrow and every joy that human hearts can feel. Mr. Hackman’s most striking characteristic is his fondness for large words and his unbounded self-esteem, and Mr. Lehman's his extraordinary interest in other people’s letters, in their private conversation, and in many more of their private affairs. You may recognize Miss Reiser by the shrug and the uplift of her shoulders, and Miss Lauver by the child-like accents of her voice. Mr. Swope was well nicknamed “Smiling Beauty,” and doesn’t it suit him? Mr. Roeder’s shake of the head to get his locks out of his eyes, the smack he then gives them with his one hand, and the jamming of his other hand into his pocket when he gets up to recite, are well-known features of every class room. Florence Ely can sleep as peacefully in her classes as in her bed. Would that she would deign to tell us the dreams that make her smile so sweetly! Miss Gilbert, Dr. Hull, Dr. Bitner and other teachers owe a debt of gratitude to Miss Wertz for the kind assistance she has given them all during the year in teaching their classes. We are sure she should have taught all the classes held in Room H, instead of Dr. Hull. One characteristic of the whole class is their fondness for fine makes of toilet soap. Laurence likes “Sapolio, of course,” and Florence Ely agrees with him; but Nan prefers sand soap, as it makes her complexion more beautiful, and Rena’s preference is for Gold Dust Washing Powder. Besides these, Ivory, Cuticura, Buttermilk, Tar, Pear’s, Olive and Castile are favorites. Another characteristic is our fondness for good things to eat. STATISTICS. 35 Four of us prefer roast beef to any other edible, and six others prefer ice cream. No three of the remaining can best tickle their palates with the same thing. Herbert dotes on turkey, and Cora on chicken. Jeannetta likes baked beans; Sophie, oysters in all styles; Nan, frogs’ legs, and Gertrude just loves cake. Florence Ely could live on bittersweets, Katherine on fudge, and Benjamin on Shertz’s. Horace’s favorite palate tickler is—well! we won’t mention it. In athletics we excel, especially in football. Mr. Roeder is our best standby in this sport, and his ghost is the one we fall on when he fails us. But he is certainly good at basket ball. As captain of the first school team he did fine work, ably seconded by Messrs. Swope and Hull. Mr. Bitner is the best tennis player in the class, and can equal anyone in the school. Mr. Swope also is remarkably clever at tennis. On the ladies’ side of the house Miss Maud Z. Hallman is considered the star basket ball player, and Miss Jennings can do very good work in that line, too. Although very few of the class have seen these young women play tennis, most of them think Miss Janet C. to be the best Senior player, but they know that Miss Bessie J. and Miss Katherine H. are very, very good at it. In conclusion, let us give you a little verse about the class and the favorite nicknames of the “Naughty-Threes,” together with their favorite expressions: THE RAINBOW. • Bessie’s eyes are of violet tinge, And Grover’s arc of blue. . Our Herbert’s are of indigo, And seem so deep and true. The green is found in Janet’s orbs, The yellow in Hull’s hair; The orange in our colors bright, And the red is there. Bitner—Sclmitz, Jocko, Bit—“Oh, d—n it!” Castner—Graci ana Sublima—“Oh, girls!” Conklin—Jack—“Gang!” “I’ve stacks and stacks to do.” Ely—Swan—“Oh, joy!” 36 THE HAMMER. Hackman—Cicero—“I can get any girl I want.” Hallman—“Great!” Hbmperly—Bugs—“Tarn J” Hobach—K—“Jennings!” Hostetter— Hull—Hullv, Doc—“Oh, fudge!” Jennings—Irish, Jennie, Jenkins—“Oh, joy!” Keiser— Lafferty—“Oh, Hannah!” Lauver—“Bang!” Lehman—Lemon—“Oh, dang it!” McHale—“Oh, mamma!” Roeder—Herb—“O rapture unforeseen!” Steel—“Listen!” Steigerwalt— Swope—Red, Agnes—“I’ll be jiggered!” Wertz—Nettie—“Oh, girls!” Yeakle—Jack—“Good gracious!” Feb. 6.—Grover walks up street at dinner time with Horace. Maude is sick. June 6—By Grace: Laurence and Horace get on the class picture. June 7—Bennie goes to Lancaster on the freight wagon and delays the breaking of the camera. Dr. Hull (to Mr. Lansinger)—Do we have a “clearing house” in Lancaster?” Miss Wertz—No. Dr. Hull—Now, Miss Janetta your name is not yet Lansinger. May 15—“Betty and I are out.”—G. C. C. May 17—Miss McHale borrows a hammer “to tack a nail.” June 10—“Betsy and I are in.”—G. C. C. Mantle Oration. NE YEAR ago at the Class Day exercises held here, we, as a class, received this mantle, the emblem of Senior honor and dignity. We received it from a class about to enter upon life’s varied duties, and we were called upon to fill their places in the best way possible. This mantle carries with it a mission—a mission of mutual fellowship—a tie which binds in the closest possible relation the alumni with their Alma Mater. We as a class first met three years ago, and since then we have learned to love one another and to love our school. Although this is the day for which we have been longing and looking forward to, yet it comes to us with a touch of sadness. A high standard had been set for us, and we have tried to measure up to it. We have tried to complete our course here with honor to ourselves and to our Alma Mater. Seniors! Yes, we are Seniors. It seems but yesterday when we were Juniors and wondered whether we should ever occupy the front seats in chapel. Our brilliant successes and our remarkable achievements have been told to you by our historian. They may be summed up in the expression, “We came, we saw, we conquered.” As Seniors we are expected to be examples to those below us. We may indeed be proud of our exploits; but we have the greatest reason to be proud of the spirit of our class. When we first, came here we were not dangerous looking. We were not even dignified, but nice, meek little boys. One evening of our first week here we went out on the base-ball grounds, where we saw a number of upper class men gathered, and we thought that they were waiting to shake hands with us, when suddenly two of our number who had been to war ran into them and upset two or three. We were horrified at their rudeness and sprang forward to help our embryo friends to their feet, when without warning their whole crowd rushed into us. My! what a 38 THE HAMMER. shock to our tender feelings as we sat in the gravel walk and rubbed our aching limbs. We were told that this was a rush. I heard some one remark: “I wonder if we are being rushed for society.” During this year we applied ourselves diligently to our studies. In fact, that has always been characteristic of us. In our Middle year, we waited outside the dining room one evening to welcome the Juniors. We intended to rush them, but at the last moment our hearts relented as we thought how we would feel if we were in their position. We have been given great credit for kindness ever since. But not till our Senior year did we shine as “stars.” After a few days of quiet, our friends the Middlers tried to rush us, but it all ended in talk. A few weeks later we appeared with our class hats. Instead of the Middlers preventing us from wearing them, as they said they would, they said: “Aren’t they pretty?” “So becoming!” and things like that. Finally during this last summer session they, too, got hats. (Observe my kindness in calling them hats.) When it came to basket ball, we won both games easily. After this the Middlers fled at the approach of a Senior, and our claims were no longer disputed. But shall I pass over the episode of the Gym, in which, if it had not been for the kindness of a friendly Senior, ten little innocent Middlers would have frozen? (Wasn’t it cold that night?) These happenings are now only a matter of history, but they have been weaving themselves into the warp and woof of our lives. A mutual and voluntary compact has held us together for three years, and now we must bid farewell to these scenes and these haunts. We have gathered for the last time to pay our united devotion to this institution, whose influence we so highly cherish. The lessons we have learned, the ideals we have set before us, shall be an inspiration and a stimulus all through our lives. In the words of the old Princeton song: “When the cares of life o’ertake us, Mingling fast our locks with gray, Should our dearest hopes betray us, False fortune fade away? MANTLE ORATION. 39 Still we’ll banish care and sadness, As we turn our memories back, And recall those days of gladness ’Neath the gold and the black.” To you, the Class of ’04, we to-day surrender this mantle and with it the dignity which it represents. We hope that you will keep it without spot or blemish. We know you can never be like us, but be as like us as you are able to be. Next year the class below you will be a large one. Don't abuse them. He kind to them, as we have been to you. One little piece of advice: Don’t think that you know more than the teachers, and try to be as respectful to them as you have been to us. You are now stepping on the last round of your school life. You will soon transfer this charge to another; but while it is in your care guard it well, so that when you pass it on, more honored than before, you will have the consciousness that you have done your best and have been worthy of the trust. ttiddler Response. Ayf EMBERS OF THE CLASS OF 1903: To-day, after an- other year has seen us earnestly striving for the advance of education, and carefully arming and preparing ourselves for the conflict with illiteracy and ignorance, we meet here to witness the egress of another class from these halls of learning and their entrance into the world’s great arena. To-day about us are the birds singing in the treetops and the flowers blooming in the fields and forests, just as they did last spring; but they are not the same birds nor the same flowers. So it will be throughout life. Just as you are placing upon our shoulders your mantle, some lawyer, jurist, statesman, judge or teacher will pass on and leave to you his mantle. Three years ago you organized as a class. Your history since then has just been recalled. The record of your achievements you have stamped upon this dear old school, never to be surpassed by those of any except next year’s class. A year ago you received from the class of ’02 this mantle, this sacred vestment, which we feel honored to accept and promise faithfully to protect. This is the day to which throughout your school life you have been looking forward. Nevertheless, it comes to you not without a touch of sadness. You now enter the world as “Preps,” and you have set for us a standard which, though high, we will put forth our best efforts to surpass. In the name of the Class of 1904 I accept this mantle and bid you God-speed. Classmates: Our history is too recent and well known to need repeating; nevertheless, incidents have occurred during the past year which may perhaps bear mention. My respected predecessors have not reminded you of the night when a certain Cicero and others of his class—poor, innocent little things!—nearly froze while holding communion with the illustrious shades of Caesar, Virgil, Livy and Horace, which haunt Room B. As to their MIDDLES RESPONSE. 41 hats, truly we did intend to hang them in our rooms as relics, but, alas! when we saw what sorry spectacles they were, that they could fulfil no better destiny than grace the empty head of a Senior, we would not contaminate our rooms and hands, “im mundo contactu” Their unsightliness is attested to by this remark of a Senior, no distant relative of mine, “I passed Miss ----to-day, and had on this ugly old hat.” Nor, 0 classmates, have you been reminded of your successes in athletics, along which line, if the Juniors persevere, they may perhaps save themselves the disgrace of another 12-0 in baseball or a practical failure in basket ball. In football and “rush” neither Seniors nor Juniors had the nerve to face us. But hereafter let our achievements be of our head, and not of our heels. Furthermore, our sociable was pronounced by members of our honored faculty “the prettiest that has been held in the last ten years.” On these achievements, fellow members of the class of 1904, we receive this mantle, not as such, but as the emblem of the dignity, responsibility and fraternal love which it represents. May we guard it well, keep it spotless and thereby show our friends of ’03 that we are worthy of the implicit confidence placed in us. Class Soi Tune—“ AI-TER ALL. ' ' pIS the year that ends here the school days For our class, So now we are singing our just praise Ere they pass. Although many have gone before us, They are all surpassed By this class, noblest and greatest, Which now comes last. CHORUS. For of highest praise our class is worthy, And never shall perish its name; Noble indeed is its merit, great its fame; To its school it is indeed a credit, And it excels all the rest; For the class of 19-3, friends, Is the greatest and the best. By days both of storm and of sunshine, We were tried. Two years we’ve spent in a faithful line Side by side, And tho’ it is now the time when All on life must start, In memory we’ll be united, Tho’ far apart. This New Course which now comes latest, Is the best; In starting on that which is greatest, We are blest. For our school has a great future, So also have we. Among those who will make it famous, We will be. Grace Castner, 1903. Class Roll and Presents Laurence S. Bitner—A Bottle of “Love Restorer.” Grace Castker—Music, “The Quail Son ?” from “Bob-White.” Grover C. Chandlee—Pocket Knife. M. Jeannette Conklin—Snapping Turtle. M. Florence Ely—A Boy Doll. Willis W. Hackman—Dictionary. Maud Z. Hallman—Palette and Paints. Nan M. Hemperly—Rouge. Katherine Hobach—Tennis Racket. Maud G. Hostetter—Pony. Horace M. Hull—Lamb. Bess M. Jennings—Window Shade. Florence R. Reiser—Piano. Cora B. Lafferty—Stool. Rena Lauver—Bottle of Curline. Benjamin K. Lehman—Bottle of Ketchup. Gertrude C. McHale—Dictionary of Proper Names of Virgil Herbert S. Roeder—Net. Hilda M. Steel—Stool. Salama T. B. Steigerwalt—Ladder. D. Augustus Swope—Cigars. Sophia S. Yeakle—Ladder. Janetta M. Wertz—Frog. ...Qass Officers... e President : LAURENCE S. BITNER. Vice-Presidents : BENJAMIN K. LEHMAN, GROVER C. CHANDLEE. Secretary: HILDA STEEL. Treasurer: D. AUGUSTUS SWOPE. L. C. REISNER CO., LANCASTER, PA., MANUFACTURING JEWELERS MAKERS OF SOCIETY EMBLEMS, MEDALS, CLASS RINGS, FRATERNITY, CLUB and COLLEGE PINS. ENGRAVERS. DESIGNERS. ENAMELERS. DIE-CUTTERS. ESTIMATES AND DESIGNS CHEERFULLY FURNISHED UPON REQUEST. Thirsty ? Of course you are and all our throats are dry during the bustle of Commencement week. Try a glass of our refreshing SODA WATER, ROOT BEER, GINGER ALE, or COCA-COLA. We are also headquarters for the best in Candies, Ice Cream, Cakes and Canned Goods. :: :: :: :: E. C. ROE, THE CONFECTIONER, OPPOSITE THE NORMAL SCHOOL. NOSES. For a quarter of a century I have studied the Contour of the Nose with regard to fitting or adjusting of the various guards and bridges used on Eye Glasses and Spectacles. The guards or bridge may be good, but the adjustment to the nose bad. The result you know. Long ago I discovered that there is a greater variety of noses than of guards. There are some noses that it is impossible to fit with Eye Glasses, no matter what style guard may be used. But the great majority I can fit. If you have trouble with those you now wear give me a trial, and see what I can do for you in adjusting your own glasses, It will cost you nothing. W. W. APPEL, OPTICIAN, 104 North Queen Street, Lancaster, Pa. owman’s Store. GENERAL MERCHANDISE AND NOTIONS. CHAS. E. BOWMAN, MILLERSVILLE, PA. For the Best Groceries, Canned Goods, Provisions and Candies, the Normal Cash Grocery excells them all. We are just across from the School Grounds, and invite a trial of our goods. Our Eggs, Butter, and all kinds of Produce are always fresh. Cakes, Fruit, table delicacies in season. Cigars and Tobacco also on sale. WM. B. SCHEAFFER’S NORMAL CASH GROCERY, MlLLERSVILLE, Pa. S. M. Myers Co., Successors to Myers Rathfon, arc the Leaders in Men’s and Young Men’s Merchant Tailored and Ready-to-Wear Clothing; A complete assortment of the newest and best in Men’s Furnishings. 12 East King Street, Lancaster, Pa. Frank H. Kauffman, Successor to C. H. Warfel, Confectioner, Ice Cream, Candies, Cakes, Soda Water, Fruits, Nuts, Union Hall, Millersville, Pa. Oysters in season. Ice Cream and Oysters delivered to all parts of the town. LYNCH SHEA. A NEW PROFESSION INVESTIGATE IT. WRITING ADVERTISEMENTS Pays 25 to $200 per week. Here is a chance for practice; in a little while you will become perfect. We will give for the best “ad.” written, for and sent to us, within next 12 months, by Millersville student or graduate, a pair of Banister (for men) $0.00 Shoes, a pair of Bostonians, at $3.50, and $2.50 cash, or two pairs of our John Mitchell $2 50 Shoes and $1.00 cash. For Ladies, two pairs Dorothy Dodd $3. K) Shoes or Oxfords. Further information cheerfully furnished. We will heartily co-operate in helping contestants to write good ads. . . LYNCH SHEA, 12 NORTH QUEEN STREET, B.... lynch, claw of '95. FITTERS OF FOOTWEAR J. H. LANSINGER, CONFECTIONER, ICE CREAM, CANDIES, CAKES, FRUIT, NUTS, OYSTERS in .Season, also ROOT BEER, GINGER ALE, and All SOFT DRINKS. : : : ICE CREAM AND OYSTERS DELIVERED TO SCHOOL AND ALL PARTS OF TOWN. MILLERSVILLE, PA., OPPOSITE NORMAL SCHOOL. OTTO E. WEBER ALWAYS LEADS IN THE LATEST and BEST Photographic Productions. NEW STUDIO : special rates to students. Front Building—168 North Queen St., Lancaster, Pa. i 'J