Pennsylvania School of Horticulture for Women - Wise Acres Yearbook (Ambler, PA)

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Calendar Tuesday, January 5th.—The return of the prodigals, but instead cf the fatted calf we found only veal croquets. As at all gatherings, there were a few stragglers, some didn’t blow in until the next night. And-sh! keep it dark—they do tell one awful reprobate was a whole week late. Wednesday, January 6th.—Girls still suffering from too much vacation. Tried to enthuse over the rapid progress the onions had made in their absence, but no use, all they could do was to wonder why they did not get a single letter when they had been back fully fifteen hours. Thursday, January 7th.—2.30 P. M., lecture by Mr. George MacKay, manager of the Terminal Market. Doubtless Mr. MacKay gave us many practical hints on the subject of marketing, but the words that impressed us most were “If you would be happy get into debt and stay in debt, for then you will always be surrounded by friends (with hands outstretched).” Wednesday, January 13th.—Individual vegetable plots were assigned in the new vegetable forcing house. We truly practice intensive gardening, for a large quantity of vegetables are grown on a very small plot. Of course the competition is keen and the lettuce and radishes are doing their best to satisfy our feverish haste; but say what you will and do what you can, you cannot hurry a beet. Thursday, January lJfth.—The reviewing for examinations has begun and everybody is busy, as usual, discovering just how much she doesn’t know of what she knew she knew, and how much more she doesn’t know than what she knew she didn't know. Friday, Jatiuary 16.—What means this awful quietness? Mid-years have begun! Students whom we never expected of owning such things are discovered in secluded corners buried in text books, muttering strange sounds that resemble H2SO4, NaN03- Even the babel at lunch has ceased and it is so quiet you could hear a gumdrop. Wednesday, January 20th.—Root grafting is begun over in the service room. Anyone finding the end of a little finger, please return to Ruth LaGanke. Thursday, January 21st.—Big night—the much-talked-of, much-longed-for concert took place, and the girls shivering but resplendent in their best togs, enjoyed it to the utmost. May history repeat itself! Saturday, January 23d.—The faculty and students accepted with pleasure the Misses Blakiston's invitation to five o’clock tea which was given in honor of a wonderful fruit cake sent by Miss Dock, of Fayetteville. Again “May history repeat itself!” Tuesday, January 26th.—Some of the students took a pleasant moonlight jaunt into Ambler to see a melodramatic moving picture, the like of which, according to them, has never been seen before. Friday, January 29th.—A grand farewell party was given for Florence Cooke who left the next day for her home in Toronto. The party was exciting from beginning to end; the time passed very quickly—there is nothing like speeding a parting guest. 19

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of the house there are some wonderful double petunias in bloom, and across from them a bed of beautiful silver-pink antirrhinums are blooming. In the middle bench you will see the last of our display of primulas; near them the cinerarias are coming into bloom. If you were to come in here in the morning, you would see here and there a girl leaning industriously over a flat, transplanting the tiniest of seedlings. The labels would tell us that they were the seedlings of antirrhinum, lobelia, delphinium, Irish shamrock, lupines, asters and begonias. “Next I’ll take you into the vegetable house to see our dear little gardens. Each girl has a garden 3x9 in which she has planted radishes, lettuce, beets and cauliflower, and a row of sweetpeas along the front. On the other side of this house there are violets, several rows of parsley, and beds of lettuce, cauliflower, radishes and onions. Then, recently, during one of those warm days, the sash was taken from the cold frame and most of the pansies were brought in and planted in this house. “I do wish you would come out and see these things for yourself, for we are always working at something new and interesting.” “I certainly must find time to come and see what you are doing, and that time is not far distant.” K. Dorothea Helweg. i$luSUT£0 The white sailed ship at gray sunset Sunk far o’er the darkling main; So fair, so -strong, so proud, and yet Would she ever her harbor gain? From deep in my heart, I launched a thought On life’s broad, stormy sea; For hearts that were sad, my message was wrought, Would it ever some comfort be? 18

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Tuesday, February 2d.—Groundhog day. He poked his head out, but failed to see his shadow. Miss Lee’s class in Landscape Gardening began. Many persons are taking advantage of this special course. Thursday, February 4th.—Averages out. Strange, but most faces wore expansive smiles. ' Friday, February 5th.—By a few simple experiments, in Soils, we tried our Professor’s patience, tested each other's amiability, measured the distance to the different exits and proved beyond doubt that two hours can be an eternity. February 6th to February 9th. No need to talk about it now. It’s all over. Wednesday, February 10th.—Root graft- ing again! More blood spilled. The carnage in lingers is shocking! By another year we expect to graft a strawberry vine on a milk weed plant and have strawberries and cream for breakfast. Thursday, February 11th.—Some excitement. Friday, February 12th.—Valentine Party. Crime will out, and at this party many of those who, so far, have tried hard to conceal their cleverness, were at last discovered. We shall see that the punishment fits the crime, henceforth they shall write long and brilliant articles for the School paper, make all the volunteer recitations in chemistry and otherwise prove a credit to their School. Monday, February lath.—“Wise-Acres” goes to press. $1Juggler of Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, Leaping like leopards to the sky, Then at the feet of the old hoiizon Laying her spotted face, to die; Stooping as low as the otter's window, Touching the roof and tinting the barn, Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, And the juggler of day is gone! —Selected, 20