Montclair State College - La Campana Yearbook (Upper Montclair, NJ)

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ii:oo. Senior B I ' meanders merrily into Alath. to hear Daddy Stone eluci- date the way to escape being a ' stiff, stubborn, skinny, stupid, school marm. ' ' 11.45. The halls resound with loud aownward-crashmg footsteps as girls dash for first place in the luncheon line. The doim girls scramble madly for the mail and romp into the mess hall where they are gieeted by the daily hash. Ev Bennett marathons through the meal to the prunes and hurries upstairs to finish that awful reading lesson plan. ' 12:30. After limch kindergarten Senior B ' s assemble with Aliss McKinley and sounds of light head tones ' ' issue forth. At the same time thunderous echoes pour from the gym. Here Senior B III is engaged in a game of basketball baseball, and Mar- garet Smith ties herself in a knot making a home run. 2 140. The mob takes the library by storm and sallies forth with an armful of books lawfully or unlawfully procured. 3 ;oo. A home run begins. The Valley Road car lumbers along with its East Orange load. At the same time the bus makes sixty miles an hour (15 miles in each direction) towards Paterson. The inmates of Eddie Russ return to their domicile. 5 :oo. Ella, the lamplighter of the dorm, does her duty. 5 130. A new chorus takes place. What are you going to wear to dinner, Dot? Lend me a waist. Kitten? ' ho has some shoe polish? There goes a rim in my stocking. (iNIany will recognize this as coming from room 213.) Hurried dressing continues until 6:co. The welcome dinner bell sounds. A discussion arises at each table as to whose turn it is to serve. The Knockers Club is again on hand. 6:10. Martha Brown enters the dining room asking excitedly. Alay I have something to eat? The Newark bus was late! While the second course is approach- ing Alarjorie Berdan is called to the phone where she carries on a rather lengthy conversation. She returns to find her tabl -mates gone and she must finish her wiggle pudding in solitude. Immediately after dinner Esther goes to her room to write the daily letter. 6 130-7 130. Hilda Smyth and Marion Robbins take turns tickling the ivories for the others to dance. A group of seven repair to one corner of the living room to indulge in a quiet little game of Pit. much to the disgust of Evelyn Taylor, who tries to finish a book for her geography report. 7 130-9 145. Study hour. No sound is heard except the rustling of magazine pages, the crunching of saltines, loud laughter and the buzz of animated conversation. 9 :45. The ever hungry prowl about the corridors trying to scent food, begins. Betty Madden produces the muffin she scorned at luncheon and devours it with a relish. With a swish of kimonos and a patter of slippered feet, the favored ones hurry in the direction of a feed. 10:15. The halls are plunged in darkness and giggles are suppressed until Mrs. Genin descends the stairs. 10:16. Heads appear at every door and the late tooth brush procession begins to take place. 10:20. Emmy and Esther miss their bed clothes which have mysteriouslv disap- peared. At t ' e s?me time a shriek comes from across the hall as Helen Rochelle strikes nut shells in the bottom of her bed ! 10:30. .Sonorous sno -es fill the h l ' s 10.J.5. The r ' CT ' -t h- ' ivks ret ' irn to the ' r rooms. II :oo. Pettv ' s clock is still ticking lordly all set for 6:15. 11:30. Silence reigns in Edward Russ Hall. Helen Astfalk. Emily Allen.

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A DAWG ' S DAY 6:00 A, M. Silence reigns in Edward Russ Hall. 6:05. Those enjoying (?) the privilege of rooming in the southwest corner awaken to the melodious sounds rising below in the kitchen. Frying pans and kettles give a jazz concert on the stove; this is accompanied by the stentorian tones of the Chef-in-command ordering the ' ' kitchen mechanics about. Meanwhile a clatter of dishes is heard as the tables are set and the silver ( ?) clashes heavily on the hard wood. , 6:15. Betty Warner ' s alarm tinkles and Jerry throws a pillow across the desk, missing the clock but awakening Betty. 6 :20-6 :30. Various alarms go off, some with a bang, others more musically, and the performance is repeated. Not altogether stealthy footsteps of the early risers patter down the uncarpeted corridor, disturbing the peaceful slumber of those who did their studying the night before. 6:45. The rising gong clangs like a fire bell and confusion like that at a fire fol- lows. Windows bang shut to the accompaniment of such remarks as — It ' s your turn, Hen, I shut it yesterday. Close the window, Birdie, do you want to heat all out doors? Doors slam and the soap and tooth brush parade begins. 7:15 Comes all too soon, and the last call to breakfast is heard. Groans of grief, shrieks of horror, howls of wrath rend the air. Gertrude Cramer appears at her door and asks in a sleepy voice, Is that the first bell? Girls rush everywhere except to the stairs. Fasten my dress while I lace my other shoe, Alma, pleads her roommate. I ' ve torn my hair net, Emmy. Will you sell me one? Such remarks are interrupted by another voice, stern and full of severity, as Mrs. Genin shouts up the stairs, Girls, hurry ! Then a mad rush for the dining room ensues. After the stampede is over, Marjorie and Marion saunter in, diplomatically avoiding the matron ' s eye. The Knockers Club begins. Corn bread again! Xo miisli for me! This coffee looks like mud and tastes like dishwater. Please pass the cream ' ' (sarcasm). 7:30. After breakfast follows an hour and a half of concentrated study in which work for the entire day is done. This tentative attitude is interrupted by a voice (usually Helen Rochelle ' s) calling, It ' s nine minutes past nine, and the race across the campus to chapel takes place until finally at — 9:12. All fall into line. 9:15. The orderly (?), silent (?) procession files in review past Dr. Chapin who stands as Monarch of all he surveys. Daddy Stone reposes on the platform utterly bored with such a waste of valuable time. Dr. Monroe comes in doing police duty between the dignified lines of Senior B ' s III and IV. The bell on the desk rings and Dr. Chapin, eyeing sternly an insignificant Junior B, announces in fearful tones, If you are through talking, I ' ll begin. He then reads a good bit of advice which inspires the school to effort during the day and their voices are raised in the morn ing hymn. The remark All ready for classes ! falls upon the ears of those who are striving to cram in a little knowledge at the last minute. Seats are pushed up and the crowd is dispersed into classes. Senior Bi slinks with solemn silence into Dr. Monroe ' s room of quiet. How many topics have we covered in our presentation. Miss Astfalk? The class answers in unison, 7, 4, 6. Awful! Dreadful! The students meekly subside and the lesson Advahnces. 10:10. Senior BII bounds brilliantly into Mrs. Bridge ' s room. The class racks its brains to remember what was discussed the last time as it prepares to delve further into the mysteries of pedagogy. In the midst of a smooth talk Mrs. Bridge calmly commands in the same tone, Think with your brain, not your pencil, Miss Perkins, and Nellie sits rigidly erect, her pencil reposing on her desk.

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JUNIOR RED CROSS FOR 1919 Montclair Normal School is justly proud of its activities in Junior Red Cross work. The class of 1920 has followed the example set by former classes and has donated generously to all Red Cross drives. The following articles have been knitted since September, 1918: 47 sweaters, 3 scarfs, 4 wristlets, 18 childrens ' garments, 151 socks. The schools of Montclair donated $1,700 to the Junior Red Cross. This money is being used in equipping a school at St. Christophe, France. The barracks where this school is held were donated by the French Government, but the children of Mont- clair are supplying everything else — even the salary of the teacher. We are glad to have had a part in this wonderful work. This year we were the first school to go over the top in the Red Cross drive. At twelve o ' clock one day it was announced that the drive would open the following morning. As soon as a class had one hundred per cent, it was to enter its name upon the blackboard in chapel. What a story that blackboard would tell if it could talk! What sights it beheld before the sun was up ! But the dorm girls can talk, and they can tell — each with added color — just what happened. About 5 :30 A. Af . a Senior B hurried to school, crept to the side door, nearly frightened the watchman out of a year ' s growth, marched proudly to chapel, wrote her class in large letters, tripped home again, and went back to bed until morning. The Juniors, however, were wiser. They knew that in order to meet their heavy daily burdens, they must not loose a moment ' s sleep ; so their names appeared farther down the list. But to tell the whole story ! At 9 :io that morning we had a record of one hundred per cent. It is a record of which any school might be proud. It is our fondest hope that the classes which follow us will ca rry on this work which former classes intrusted to 1920.