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

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We are next with the skirts and the oxfords That have quarreled and drawn far apart. See! as gaily w e skip down the hallway We cannot help stealing your heart. Since you are a judge. Dr. Chapin, Of how a young lady should look, We are sure to be well recommended. For you must rate us first in your book. Room for us! We ' ve made passing a science We ' ll skin through each task you devise. Clever girls, but we are not escaping Mrs. Bridge and her all-seeing eyes. Nor can we get by dear Miss Morris; If the rest fail, she siill has a way To find out what lies under our hairnets: Otis knows what is there, and Binet. Now the good little girls — we are perfect; For we study from morning till night. We don ' t even back down from a project And w hatever we do is just right. Hear the faculty ' s voice raised in chorus Daddy Stone shakes his head, folds his arms, May the State we ' re insulting forgive us; We are forced to turn out some ' schoolmarms ' ! ' So no matter how well we conceal it. One may look like an imp or a saint, They can see our pet fault here at Normal, And they don ' t think we are what we ain ' t. ELIZABETH L. LINSON. EDITH M. LUFBURROW. The Palatine Board Editor in Chief, J. Wesley Lord. Associate Editor, Isabel Simmons. Literary Editors, Elizabeth Linson, Edith Luffburrow, Clar Gruver, Madeline Banta Ethel Davis, Elizabeth Peterson. Social Editor, Mary Adams. Alumni Editor, Josephine Scull. Historian, Mary Patterson. Joke Editor, Eleanor Forgie. Art Editors. Isabelle Fuoco, Elizabeth Wurthman, Virginia Scull. Advertising Manager, Janet Porter. Business Manager, Jeanne Powell. Faculty Advisor, Miss Fennell. 20

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OH WAD SOME POWER How ridiculous everyone else is! How queer they all look, talk, and dress! But stop; is it only the others? Why surely, we answer, Oh yes! Shall we look at ourselves for an hour Since no beauty can elsewhere be found? Of course, we complacently answer. And languidly smile, at the sound. First, we who have followed the fashion By bobbing our bothersome hair Will permit you to say w e are stunning. Though we hear the sime words everywhere. We spend our spare time by the mirror — An hour, at least, for a curl — For we think they are very becoming And add snap to a cute little girl. We recall — once it happened in math class Daddy Stone said, 1 don ' t like that stare You send vacantly out of the window As you pass a small comb through your hair. As we left him he said to the others, Please don ' t all have your hair cut next week. ' Daddy Stone, that we ' ve flunked we forgive you, Only w hy look at us when you speak? Next, we who have not clipped our tresses. But whose hair is so carefully roughed That our heads look like ' live sofa pillows With Woolworth ' s best ten-cent rats stuffed. We would now like to know, Mrs. Humphrey, Pray whom do those words of yours fit, It would not hurt the coiffure of some girls If it could be reduced just a bit? Now we with the white, white, white noses And the prominent bloom on our cheeks Are so glad you have noticed those haircombs; But hark! It ' s Miss Woodward who speaks. To a classmate who uses no make-up, Surely we do not cause her to say, My dear, what a shame! what a pity To spoil your complexion that way! 19

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Class Histop? One pleasant day in September, the halls of the Normal School at Montclair echoed loudly and more loudly with the sounds which penetrated from the basement to the top floor and even into Dr. Chapin ' s private office. The sounds increased to the noisiest of con- fusion and out of them floated an occasional sentence: 1 didn ' t know you were coming here to Normal — Oh — do you remember Yes, I ' ve alw ays wanted to be a teacher, so — Then the bell — and quiet — and the steady tread of marching feet chapelward could be heard. You are right — a new class had entered the Normal School. Green, noisy, but after all a most jolly bunch we were, the class of 1922. Dr. Chapin and Miss Marshall read names and names, directions and rules — to be sure rules. Every one solemnly signed aw ay tw o years of her life in a huge book and then we descended in swarms upon poor Miss McKinley, who said over and again, That ' s in the key of G. This is the pitch. Already now — beat — beat — beat — sing. Some of us could and did — many could not but made a desperate attempt. A few more hours of getting lost and woe- fully mixed up and the first day was over. We learned one word that first week and, since drill insures permanent memory, now — as we near the end of our Senior B term, we can talk very glibly and lengthily on — pro- jects. We entered as the tide w as rising and we have surely been borne along on high seas. I fear I cannot say that we were scared and timid, as w e should have been, for 1 know we were not. Our tea for the awe inspiring Seniors, given early in the Junior B term. wa« most successful and pleasant. The Dormitory living living room which is alw ays attractive for such affairs w as unusually so on this occasion. We waited for it nervously and sighed in pleasant relief when it was over. We now had the Seniors on our side. Hilariously we kept on our course, smoothly enough, so it seemed to us. In perfect bliss, because of the unknow n aw fulness of a day of reckoning, w arnings and veiled threats passed completely over our heads. Things that had been strange we became reasonably accustomed to, and helped by a Thanksgiving vacation, w e w ere quite content; then — bang — our bubble w as burst by preliminary marks, and our shattered hopes were collected for the dash to February. Then came the holiday season, with its atmosphere of good will and pleasant mys- tery. A sketch The Landing of the Pilgrims, in which many of our class had part, was the Christmas program, and it was a most pleasant and attractive entertainment. So we came to our vacation, supposedly a rest time, but it took two weeks after we were back be- fore we quite recovered from its effects. Mid-term over and some narrow escapes, and we were Junior A ' s. We watched the Junior B ' s and wondered if we had been like them, then turned to the Senior B ' s and won- dered if we would be like them. May came with all its usual charms. It found us very deep in preparations for a dramatization of The Sleeping Beauty, which early in the month, was presented to the school. Rain prevented its being given in front of the Dormitory, but it worked out very well in the auditorium. Then we scored another point the banner for the class winning of the Field Day ac- tivities was ours. Our cheers must have echoed over the hockey field for many hours. The Seniors fought hard but to the winners came the spoils. Then, after a complete deluge of projects and tests, mingled, to quote Dr. Chapin, with tears, hysterics and screams, w e finished our Junior A term. Senior B ' s, v re left for our summer vacations. Glad? Oh — my! And Senior B ' s we came back. Glad? Well — Time has passed so quickly this year that we ourselves find the end of the term unexpectedly near. We had the honor of en- 21