Plymouth State University - Conning Tower Yearbook (Plymouth, NH)

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Dance. Who says (hat girls cannot make good men? From all (he secrets whispered about during the middle of May. one might have wondered what was going to happen. They were only plans for the serenade. Who has forgotten that eventful night in Miss McLean's room, stretched on the floor, pretending to rest? What suspense about L’ A. M. as we gathered by the front of the (loimitorv ready to sing the song which we had practiced a uiiie or two from school! Did we win? Ask anyone who was there. We were up and frying ham and eggs for the Seniors at five O’clock the next morning, so that they would have plenty to eat for their May breakfast. The Y. V. C. A. corridor party was great fun for both girls and faculty. Dr. Whackcm's office seemed to be the most popular resort. As graduation approached how glad we were that we were not leaving for good. We busied ourselves by decorating ami planning a tea on the porch for class day. When we came back in September as Middlers the thoughts of the year before came to our minds. We hastened to make the Freshmen acquainted with each other, and to feel at home. During the fall there were many camping trips, among them our memorable trip to Ix st River. At Hallowe’en time we began preparation for Introducing the Kreshmen to Susie Normal, li was now our turn to laugh at their frightened and solemn countenances, as they, clothed in the color befit ting them, slowly marched to the gymnasium. There they performed to our amusement and achieved the title, '‘Juniors. On Valentine's Day. if one had walked Into the lobby, one would have seen red hearts strung all about. Red and white paper was draped thruoui the rooms. This was for our second Masquerade. The mysterious crystal gazer, who foretold many strange events, was the center of attraction. In place of the spring serenade we had a hare and hound chase thru Uuigdon Park. The following morning the Juniors served ns a May breakfast. The Seniors soon became so busy with graduation that they hardly knew we Middlers existed. Although some were aivxious to don the cap and gown, nevertheless we were glad that there was another year in Plymouth Normal for us. It was hard to think of ourselves as Seniors as we came back for our last year. We surely missed the girls of 21 who had entered with us. Training school called us the first day ami we started with great enthusiasm. At the end of our first week we expressed our sentiments to the

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History of the Three Year Class It was on a hot day in September. 1919. when we first left our homes and set out for P. N. S. Mary Lyon Hall, which was to be our home for three years, and which surely looked good to us ns we came up over the- hill from the station. In the.evening we wore surprised by the call. “Oh jolly Freshmen, come out and play with us. and then the Seniors took us Freshmen to our lira sing. This drove away all blue or homesick thoughts until we heard a crash of thunder, and lightning was seen. Then thoughts of home crept into some little Freshmen's minds, but these did not last long. The lirst week the Seniors showed us their dramatic ability by presenting a mock wedding. Then we donned some of their clothes, borrowed some masculine apparel and held a mock trial for them. We shall never forget our first corn roast at Langdon Park, the big bonfire and singing of Plymouth songs bv the river as it grew dark. From the very lirst day the Seniots told us tales of horror concerning Hallowe’en. Although we appeared very shocked and terror stricken before them, we laughed behind their backs and were determined to have a good time. During that week we obeyed all their commands but with such a spirit of fun that we enjoyed it more than they. Who has forgotten the eve of the banquet? Imagine us trooping gaily into the dining room in the most ridiculous costumes, that the Seniors could prescribe. After performing to the enjoyment of the upperclassmen we dropped the name of Freshmen and became Juniors. The first of November we had our first three year spread. For days before, boxes marked Perishable” arrived. On the evening of the feed it did net take long for their contents to disappear. At the Christmas Spread the Seniors began to realize our culinary ability for we cooked ail sorts of good things to eat. The dining room was gay in red and green, and reechoed with many a jolly song. In February the Lot.vs Society held a reception to welcome the sixty new students who had come for a winter session. Wonders upon wonders, there was a man among them aim lie stayed a whole month as a student at Plymouth Normal School. Our first Masquerade was held in Livermore Hall. May :i. Many were the strange figures abroad that night. Soon after this was tlie Man

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rest of the girls by singing, “We Ain't (lot Weary Vet!” On many a door during those evenings could be seen a sign, Busy—-lesson plans are now in progress. One day our critic teachers surprised us with a picnic at Langdon Park. There surely were good tilings to eat and plenty of them. Our Christmas party to the critic teachers was just before vacation. This term ended our training and we were really sorry. Although the little cherubs of the training school did not always act as such, we loved them just the same. In January we found ourselves back at Normal Hall, listening to lectures, taking notes and attending chapel. The H3 were busy cooking for their tea room while the C3 did commercial arithmetic. On January 21 we welcomed Mrs. Varney as our New .Matron. We all became very fond of her and she has been a real Mother to us this year! Our last .Masquerade was in Livermore Hall on Washington’s Birthday. Nearly everyone in school appeared in some strange costume. The same crystal gazer was present and lived up to his past reputation. Basket hall soon became the chief Interest around school anti some of our class made the varsity. The Home ICconomlog divisions prepared and served a banquet to the squad at the end of the season. Of course we had our annual three year feed. Leave it to us. when eats are concerned!! As Commencement Day approaches we realize that our stay here is nearly over. We hate to think of leaving Plymouth and the many friends whom we have made here We can never forget these happy days. No matter where we may he let us strive to live up to our motto: Perseverance in effort. I royalty to ideals. Yearning for service. Memories that bless anti burn. Opportunity for self-expression. Unity with humanity. Trust in God. Honor to country and self. LILLIAN FIFIBLD