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

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FOREWORD This hook is to remind us Of all our classmates dear. Of school days left behind us 'Ttao we travel far or near.

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class Ode 1922 Juk : • it Situt Atiir b “Shoulder to shoulder, linn and steady -Kyes right ahead, and heads held high— Honoring truth, and still pursuing May we fulfil this till we die. Learning to work and form ideals. Helping to hold life's greatest wheels. Placing our names on lasting seals. Be these our aims alway. Here's to the dearest Alma Mater! Here’s to the class of Twenty-Two! Here's to the One in all of Schools, Holding us forever true. MARY l.YTI.K

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History of the Class of 1922 The time lias come the girls all said To talk of many things. Of feeds and hikes and camping trips. That life at Normal brings. As I remember the two year class of 1922 entered upon life at Normal School with a bit more fearlessness than is looked for in Freshmen. Of course it was slightly perplexing to know what to do and what not to do but the annual corn roast provided an opportunity to forget our self consciousness ami we soon began to feel very much at home. Beyond knowing there was such a thing as student government we were not impressed until the famous trial of the Fall of 1920 was held, and a few days later we attended our first Governor's Ball. After that student government and governor’s balls came more as a matter of course. We soon entered the ranks of the Y. W. and . A. and did our hit to help carry ou. Little do we realize how much these two organizations have done for us. Think of the many opportunities for pleasure they have provided, and associations that class activities could never provide. Hallowe'en! Did it hoihci the three years? No longer did they worry about stunts and star- vation. Oh. yes! We were prepared for starvation and worse. Few knew what hordes of eatables were stowed away in the dust closet that week. How depressed we were after we went all day without smiling. What torture to crawl out at six in the morning to learn of the new day’s persecution. We claim the honor of being the last class to meet Susie in any but a professional manner, but what a cold and clammy reception she gave us. Do you remember how the soy beans and hard tack got side tracked on the X and Y the night of the banquet and we got treated like regular folk instead of Presides? For once at least we were full and Hallowe'en, a week long dreaded but never regretted was over. Christmas came and we fell to work on preparations for the spread. It was over, all too quickly. How we envied the Seniors when they went caroling! The basket ball season arrived and Plymouth came out with a championship team, another Item of pride on an already long list.