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

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24 ‘THE CONNING TOWER ’ 192 8 Class Will Wo, the members of 1 ho CM class of 1928, of Plymouth Normal School, in the town of Plymouth, in tin county of (Jrafton, in the state of New Hampshire, realizing that our four short years at Plymouth Normal School are drawing to a close, and being fully aware that the members of the ('4 class have many admirable yet unusual qualities befitting future successful “school ma’ams”, do hereby draw up our last will and testament for the purpose of disposing of said “gifts” in order to avoid any discussion over same after our departure. We do hereby give, bequeath, and devise to have and to hold, to them and their heirs forever, the following: To President Ernest L. Silver we extend our sincerest wishes for continued success as the “Daddy” of this institution; and we hope for his sake that incoming classes may uphold and build upon the honor of the school as we have so earnestly tried to do during our stay here. In appreciation of the many fatherly talks to be treasured by us, we hereby appoint him executor of this document. To Mr. Ernst we leave memories of his interesting hourly sessions with the “famous C4V .Selling “salesmanship” to the class next year may be easier, provided that the members of the class are born saleswomen with a convincing line such as ours. To Miss Moran we bequeath twelve new editions of “Correcting the Scribble”, the above having been compiled by us to aid her in eliminating the meaningless characters .so common in the handwriting of the Junior classes. We suggest that penmanship classes be held twice a day in the future, Miss Moran. To Mr. Skelton, who has helped in developing in us “firmness but gentleness”, we leave a recorder so that a list of the “What about” questions may be kept for him. To Mr. Swett we leave duplicates of numerous history tests, and we also file with him copies of orations delivered by us in Sociology classes. Such works of merit should not be allowed to go unrecorded. We. the C4 s, will to the C'3 s the one and only copy of Holdsworth. Use it carefully, girls. We suggest that you make a time schedule for its use so that every one will have an opportunity to study its contents before class. I, Marion Stevens, will my salesmanship ability to Thelma Sinclair. My specialty is textbooks, so 1 advise you to try that line. Thelma. I, Dot Morrison, ask that my exclusive rights to argue in class be left to Evelyn Lynch. Don’t abuse the privilege, Ev. I, Maude Wilkins, do will and bequeath to Clara LeMay my petiteness. I, Eva Avery, will the attractions of my morning and evening walks across Holderness bridge to Thelma Hall. He careful, Thelma.

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“THE CONNING TOWER ’ 192 8 23 The jolly face and expanse of white apron faded and another scene met Our view. We saw the busy typewriting room at P. X. S. Suddenly the faces of the pupils sobered down to strict attention as a slender figure, with a stern, important look, entered the room. This young woman with the dignified bearing was tin head of the Commercial Department, Eva Avery. The magician snapped his fingers and the picture vanished, but it had no sooner disappeared than another, in a far different setting was outlined. Moonlight on the Mediterranean! Could anything be more romantic? A ship was sailing smoothly over silver waves. But what did we see—a woman captain? It could not be. Yes it was Marion Stevens, otherwise known as Steve, who was well known for her fearlessness of the turbulent deep. The ship? The United States steamer. Loon Lake. A quick wave of the hand over the crystal and the picture was gone, but still another came to take its place. Instead of quiet, peaceful waters we saw a busy, modern office. Behind a door marked “Private , a smartly dressed woman was dictating letters. One could tell by her face that she was happy and entirely in her element, doing the work she loved; for she was Editor-in-Chicf of the Pictorial Review, her long treasured magazine. Who was it. you wonder? Why it was none other than our Maizie. We laughed as we had often laughed before at Maizie and her Pictorial Review. Then we became excited! Our favorite game was being played—small wonder we were interested. The two teams contesting for the winner’s trophy were Posse and Sargent. The whistle blew, the game was ended, and the coaches rushed to congratulate their players. One, the coach of Sargent, a tall, slender girl with light hair, seemed familiar to us. and as she came nearer the familiarity changed into recognition. It was Mick Eastman. At last she had conquered athletics. The crystal became clouded. It had still one other story to tell us. Again we saw an office, but far different from the one seen before. The last of the familiar figures was a tall, graceful girl with black, naturally marcelled hair. Site was clad in a stiff, white dentist’s garment, and we saw her busily carrying on experiments in a vain endeavor to discover why hens do not grow teeth. So this was still a matter of wonderment to Teddie. Slowly the land of dreams was replaced by reality. Instead of reclining on the Oriental cushions of the Hindu, I found myself reposing in my armchair. Only a dream, but during that dream I had lived again happy memories of those tried and true friends at P. N. S. DProtn v Morrisosr, Maude Wilkins.

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“THE CONNING TOWER” 1928 25 1, Tillie McDonough, reluctantly leave my giggles to Edith Chapman. Use them where they will he most appreciated Edith. To Mildred Manseau, I, Mai .ie Shea, will my typewriter in the school office and all my leisure time. You realize what this means, Mildred. I, Teddy Baer, bequeath my interest in “That Good Gulf Gas” to Helen McGrath. 1 suggest that you share this interest with Carrie Remick, Helen. To Lona Pride, I, Mick Eastman, will my week-end trips home. Perhaps airplane service will be available next year, Lona. We, Marion Stevens and Maude Wilkins, will our superior equestrian skill to Ursula Holly and Red Eastman. You'll need it when you go to Orford. To Edith Giles, I. Dot Morrison, leave the privilege of interviewing all young representatives from publishing houses next year. I trust you have sales resistance, Edith. I. Maude Wilkins, will my numerous neckties to the inmates of Mary Lyon Hall with the request that the future owners use discretion while wearing them. 1, Tillie McDonough, bequeath to Barbara and Dot Davis, the warning that teachers are apt to suspect that hearty meals are the causes for tardiness to class. So watch out when you go to History class, girls. To Florence Hand and Eleanor Gilford, we, Teddy Baer and Mai .ie Shea, will and bequeath our superior dramatic ability in Shakespearean roles. We trust you will make use of it next year. In Witness Thereof we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal the eleventh day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred twenty-eight. THE C4 CLASS. E. Avery, M. Eastman. M. Siiea.