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

Text from Pages 1 - 174 of the 1932 volume:

Loon Lake. A sight to dream of, not to tell, As You Uke It' mm ififf Tranquillity! thou better name than alt the family of fame.' 'Still are the thoughts to memory dear.' Beauty teen it never lost. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view. Ml. Mootilauke. “The Conning Tower” From which the Life of P. N. S. is observed 1932 Plymouth Normal School “Jilotrst qut posse putai.” “JHe am foiljo thinks he can. ’ |3erseberattce in effort 5 £ |Goyalty to ibeals -S -X earning for serbirc -5 Memories that bless anb bunt Opportunity for self-expression Inity faith Ijuiuanity •£ Crust in (Sob -S -X £ £ Tlouor to country anb self The Conning Tower of 19 32 Table of Contents Dedication - -- -- -- 12 Dr. Silver’s Message ----- 15 Faculty - -- -- -- - 17 Seniors - -- -- -- - 23 Classes - --.......................64 Training Schools ------ 76 Class Ode - -- -- -- 86 Student Government ----- 87 Pan-Athenaeum ------ 93 Social—Dormitories..................97 Athletics...........................113 Music - - - - - - - - 121 Forensic --------127 Forum -................-131 Commencement 1931 - - - - 133 Literature - - - - - - - 141 Jokes - -- -- -- -159 Advertisements ------ 161 Foreword The Senior Class compiled this Year Book for all those individuals who constitute Plymouth Normal School of 1931-1932. We hope that you will find therein the personality of the class portrayed in picture, prose, and poetry. Mingled in our life at Plymouth Normal School were serious tasks and hours of merriment bringing us contacts with faculty and underclassmen. These changed us somewhat, and gave us the treasury of experiences from which we draw the contents of this Year Book. We offer it to the school with the sincere wish that each member of Plymouth Normal School will enjoy it. The Editor. [10] Tbc Conning lower of 19 3 2 Class Book Staff Editor-in-Chief Harriett Harmon Assistant Editor Bernice Carleton Business Managers Dorothy Ephlin Mary Clark Art Dorothy Home Doris Forbes Jean Paquin Billie Pennock Advertising Charlotte Floyd Hazel Douglas: Jokes Meredith Sisco Associate Pauline Keezer Claire Creteau Dorothy Whiteley Editors Iris Pohl Anna Collin Imelda Smith The Senior Class thanks Mrs. Furlong for the considerable time and work with which she so willingly guided the compiling of this book. Mi] Evelyn Marguerite Waugh In recognition of the patience and kindness with which you have made more pleasant our life at Plymouth Normal School, and in memory of many happy hours we have enjoyed with you, we dedicate this Conning Tower of 1932 to you. [12] A Dalton Road. Ernest Leroy Silver The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 The class of 1932 goes out to a challenging world. You were born into peaceful times; you have grown up through the troublous times of the Great War; you have known the jazz age following that war. Your youth was passed in times of extravagance and plenty; you are just now passing through a period of sobering economic distress, and a groping after fundamentals again to make for prosperity and comfortable living. You arc just now leaving a life of parental and institutional care, interest and protection, to make your own success in ways of self-support and service. The prospect of a few years ago for a continuing prosperity and ever-increasing opportunity is changed to one of serious concern for economic sufficiency and a demand for insight, common sense, and industry. As from your commencement you go out with hope and ambition for service in your chosen vocation, you cannot count on a sure job as other graduates of the past have been reasonably able to do. You must compete for opportunity, and, having found the opportunity, you must demonstrate in a superior manner your understanding, your attitudes, and your ambitions. You will need to accept seriously your responsibility for continuing in the young people you will teach, the on-flowing life of a democratic nation. You must be sensitive to the economic and spiritual virtues that make nations endure. You must realize that the hope of America must be conditioned upon the perpetuation of democratic principles, and that the destinies of nations are sometimes determined by the lapses of a brief generation or two. The young people you will serve may not have sensed economic principles; you can help them in that understanding. The present generation may not be so affected by jazz influences as the young of your generation have been; it will be your privilege to see that they are exposed to still better things. You have seen and weighed, I hope, the short-comings of our times. Conscious of our present-day troubles, you may be the better girded in your strength to make the near future even better than might be if you had not experienced the difficulty and therefore motivated to the making of a better world. Life goes on and on. What you fail to do for the children who pass under your instruction and influence will never be done for them. May the challenge to you prove a blessing to those you will teach. Ernest L. Silver. [15] Night is the time to weep To wet with unseen tears These graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.” The Conning Tower of 1932 Ernest Leroy Silver President Dartmouth College, B. L.; Ph. D., Harvard Summer School. Guy Edwin Spearc Superintendent of Schools and Director of Training. Dartmouth College, A. B.; Harvard University, Ed. M. Eva Earll Furlong English Cornell University, Ph.B.; A. M. Herbert Huntington Lamson Natural Sciences Dartmouth Medical College, M. D. Beatrice Ella Hodgdon Physical Education Plymouth Normal School; Posse Normal School; Harvard University, Summer Term; Columbia University, B. S.; Plymouth Summer School. Geneva May Smith Mathematics Farmington State Normal School, Maine; Boston University, B. S. in Ed.; University of Maine, Summer School; (Leave of absence first semester, 1931-1932). ns] Laura Bell McLean Art Massachusetts Normal Art School; Harvard University Summer School. Harry Preble Swett History and Social Science Amherst College, A. B.; Harvard University, A. M.; Harvard University, Summer School; Columbia University, Summer School. William Freemont Skelton Training School Supervisor Plymouth Normal School; Boston University, B. S. in Ed.; A. M. The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Ethel Sloanc Bickford English and Psychology Radcliffe, A. B.; Boston University, M. Ed. Evelyn Marguerite Waugh History Farmington Normal School; University of Maine, Ph. B., A. B.; graduate work, University of Washington; University of California, A. M. Charles Mack Abbot Mathematics; Science University of New Hampshire, B. S.; Teachers’ College, Columbia University, A. M.; Summer Session, Harvard University. Luther John Pollard Education Lawrence College, A. B.; University of Wisconsin, A. M.; Harvard University, Graduate School; Professor of Education and Philosophy, Lombard College, University of Maine. Roger Pattrell Bristol Latin; English Boston University, A. B.; A. M.; Teacher Proctor Academy; Wayside Inn Boys’ School, South Sudbury. Mass. Ruth Olive Bozarth Geography Illinois State Normal University, B. Ed.; Columbia Teachers College, A. M. Bertha Elizabeth Farrell French; Latin Middlcbury College, A. B.; graduate student, Mid-dlebury College; Summer School, Middlebury College; (Leave of absence first semester, 1931-1932). Robert John Ernst Commerce Iowa State Teachers’ College, A. B.; State University of Iowa, A. M. Frances L. Litchman Librarian Boston University of Liberal Arts, A. B.; University extension courses for librarians. [19] Mildred Eva Doherty Home Economics University of New Hampshire, B. S.; Teachers’ College, Columbia University, Summer Sessions; Massachusetts General Hospital, Diploma Dietitian; teacher, Jun. High and High Schools. Ruth Janet McGregor Music Mount Holyoke College, A. B.; Teachers’ College, Columbia University, A.M.; student several years with private teachers of voice, organ, ’cello. Waldo J. Perkins Manual Arts Keene Normal School, B. S. Mary Adelia Taylor Critic and Headmaster Dalton High School Boston University, A. B.; Middlebury College, A. M. [20] Augusta Matilda Nichols Critic and Headmaster Hampstead High School Plymouth Normal School; Bates College, Summer School; University of Vermont, Summer School; Boston University, B. S. in Ed. Beatrice Mary Witham Commerce Tufts College, B. S.; Boston University, Ed. M.; Bryant and Stratton Business School, Summer Session and evening session. Gladys Pearl Twitchell Critic and Headmaster Orford High School Farmington Normal School; Colby College, A. B.; Summer Sessions, Columbia University; Columbia University, A. M. Esther Margaret Turnbull Mathematics Emmanuel College A. B.; M. Ed. in Mathematics; graduate work Teachers’ College, Boston; teacher in St. Gregory’s High School, Boston; teacher in Junior High Schools of Boston. Isabel R. Waterhouse Health and Nursing Mt. Holyoke College, A.B.; Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing, New York, R. N.; Ass’t Instructor, Yale University School of Nursing; Instructor, Presbyterian Hospital School of Nursing. The Conning Tower of 1932 John H. Frye Assistant Headmaster Hampstead High School; Keene Normal School. Hazel Corson Critic Plymouth Normal School; student at University of New Hampshire; Summer School, University of New Hampshire. Esther Bozarth Critic Illinois State Normal University; University of Chicago, Ph. B. Anna Bean Brown Critic Simmons College; University of Maine, B. S.; Summer School, University of New Hampshire; Summer School, Plymouth Normal School. Gertrude Becklcr Mattoon Critic Plymouth Normal School; University of New Hampshire, B. S. Dorothy Maeh Davis Critic Plymouth Normal School, B. of Ed., 1930. Evelyn Werme Critic State Normal School, Worcester, B. S. in Ed. Marion Edith Giles Critic Plymouth Normal School, B. of Ed.; Summer, Boston University. Nclliemae Connor Plymouth Normal School, B. of Ed. 1931. [21] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Gertrude Ida Shaw Registrar and Secretary to President Mrs. Mabel Haigh Matron Mary Lyon Hall Mrs. Minnie Leatherbury Mrs. Edith A. Beal Matron Dietitian Samuel Read Hall Dormitory Impressions An Autumn evening------- Crispness----exhilaration------quickening the blood Like an old wine----- The pungent odor of burning leaves----- Smoke rising in a straight, blue pencil Merging with the deeper blue of the dying sky---- At the bases of the faintly wavering columns--- The steady glow of the fire's heart-- Warm orange smudges in the smoky blue haze------- The gaunt skeletons of the trees outstretched Arms already palely edged by the curled shaving of Gold hanging at the edge of the inverted Bowl of a shadowing sky------ A vagrant breeze—still hinting the breath of a Dead summer whirls and eddies the leaves’ Dead husks----------- O, world of ours,—is it not strange that All thy loveliness— All thy pathos--- All thy very essence and feeling that fill Vibrating space—should be thus compressed into One perfect night? [22] Doris Chirurg. Robert John Ernst The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 To the Graduates of the Four Year Commerce Curriculum Education in any form must be useful. Commercial education, the education in which you are primarily interested, is merely a specialized form of general education. Education must make its possessor more useful to society, not only by making the individual economically self-supporting, but also by making him a better citizen. To be economically self-supporting, one must not only be trained for some specific task but must also have a broader training which will permit or make possible the adaption of the individual to his environment. To be a good citizen one must certainly have health, ideals, and ability to earn a living. The training which you have received here has been twofold in its purpose; first, to prepare you for the profession of teaching, and second, to prepare you for citizenship in the various communities in which you are to teach. Now, as commercial teachers, you are in turn charged with the responsibility of seeing that your students receive an education which will make them useful to society. Your success will in a large measure determine our success. Your training for this work is by no means complete. Your duty is to serve the needs of your community. These needs cannot be determined from text books; and so, as teachers, you will need to study the community at first hand. By training students for the type of work needed, you can render them a great service by leading them from over-crowded work into fields where their services will be in demand. In your effort to serve your community, do not make the mistake of making your vocation your avocation. Have an interest in things other than your work so that you can forget your troubles for a while, and then when you go back to them, they will not seem so great. Take an active part in the organizations that are promoting commercial education—this will keep you out of the ruts of stagnation and on the road of progress. R. J. Ernst. [25] The Conning Tower of 1932 FRANCES MARY BLACKBURN Dover, N. H. “Fran” Athletic Association; Pool (2) (3); Class Secretary (3); Class Treasurer (2); Class Vice-President (4); Forum (4); Executive Board; Christmas Pageant ( ); Associate Justice (4); Representative (1) (2) (3); Russell House Councillor; Scouts (2); Patrol Leader. CLAIRE MATILDA CRETEAU Rochester, N. H. Athletic Association; Baseball Class Team (1) (2) (3); Basketball (1) (2) (3); Bowling (2) (3); Pool (2) (3); Tennis (3); Volley Ball, Class Team (1) (2) (3); Leader (3); Associate Editor of Year Book; Forum (4); Pan-Athenaeum (3); Representative (1) (2); Social Club Council (3). C—Cheerful L—Loyal A—Always willing I—Interesting R—Responsible E—Ever helpful Claire is each and all of these. Just ask the class who furnishes amusement for our duller hours. Who does our lightning calculation? Who never refuses when “just one more is needed to carry out a plan? Claire’s the answer. HAZEL DOUGLASS Manchester, N. H. “Curly” Athletic Association Forum (4); Glee Club; Social Club Council (3); Advertising Editor Year Book (4). Driving dull care away with her smile, Rollicking, gay—a pal worth while” Girls of P. N. S. have always found Hazel ready to attempt anything from studying to recreation; many a time this all-around good sport has made us happy with her cheery words and gay witticisms. Best of luck t you. Hazel! [261 The Conning Tower of 1932 DOROTHY SMITH EPHLIN Ashland, N. H. “Dottie” Baseball (2) (3); Basketball, Class (1) (2) (3); Varsity (3) (4); Bowling (1) (2); Poc (1) (2); Spccdball (1) (2) (3); Tennis (2) (3); Volley Ball (1) (2) (3); Year Book Business Manager; Class Vice-President (4); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3) (4); Forensic, Secretary (2); Vice-President (3); President (4); Varsity (2) (3) (4); Sec.-Treasurcr Business Forum (4); Chief Justice (3); Representative (1); Orchestra (4); Social Club Council (4); Russell House Councillor (3). —“And all around the wonder grew and grew, That one small head could carry all she knew. Dottie has won the admiration of all of us by her ability to expound economic theories, her marvelous sportsmanship, and her sweet disposition. Texas should be proud of you, Dot! ROSELYN GOULD Manchester, N. H. “Pat” Athletic Association; Class Secretary-Treasurer; Forum (4); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3) (4); Forensic (2) (3) (4); Social Club, President (3); Chairman Prom. Committee. “She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone, or despise; For naught that sets our heart at ease. And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes “Pat” has that quality of character which everyone would like to possess,—the power to make true friends easily. She will always be remembered by her classmates; for her jolly, fun-loving nature is not one to be easily forgotten. We predict big things from you, Rosclyn. Don’t disappoint us. BETTY HUNT White Mountain, N. H. “Bet” Athletic Association; Social Club. To know her is to like her . This surely applies to you, Betty. Your keen sense of humor has given us many good laughs. [27] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 RITA KEITH STIMSON Milford, N. H. “Reet” Athletic Association; Baseball (1) (2); Basketball (1) (2); Varsity (1); Bowling (2) (3); Pool (2) (3); Volley Ball (1) (2); Class President (1); Forum President (4); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Forensic (1) (2) (3) (4); Representative (1); Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); President (2); Special Glee Club (2) (3); Councillor of Russell House (3); Chief Councillor (4). “What e'er she did was done with so much ease; In her alone 'twas natural to please Capable, gracious, lovable, gay— A leader, a scholar, true all the way, Strong in your purpose, to principles true, Successful always, Rita—That’s you. Meditation Is it because I can’t have you that I think that Pm in love; Or is it the freshness of the dew and the blue in the sky above; Or is it the tender dreams of youth that make you fair to see; Or is it because you’re someone that wasn’t meant for me? E. Ephlin. [28] Harry Preble Swett The Conning Tower of 1932 To the Graduates of the Four Year History Curriculum Suppose we take for a theme the democratic philosophy of education. Popular education is advocated on various grounds. One of the most common runs like this. If popular government is to endure, the people must be wise enough and experienced enough to keep their governments stable. To secure this result universal education is necessary. A survey of the troubled political life of the world to-day will cause one to note regretfully the need of training in order that there may be stability of government. But we are not now pausing at regrets, especially when the regrets indicate the value of education. There is another reason for pause. This theory of universal education, good as it may be for some purposes, is a kind of hysteron proteron; it is wrong end to. To be exact people are not educated for the sake of their governments. This is the language of absolutism and of other forms of government of the present with different names. With democracies governments are for the benefit of the citizens, not citizens for the benefit of their governments. This modern discovery of the wisdom of universal education is a great emergent idea. The thought that all persons should have a government for their good is a similar emergent idea similarly based. The basis is this: every person is worthy of education, is worthy of having his powers developed. Much of our discussions in class has been related to the thought that human values have cosmic value. This is a profound truth. If so, universal education is founded upon the thought and leads directly towards the thought that every human individual has intrinsic significance here and now, and also has significance for all eternity. This is the philosophic implication of democracy and of universal education. What a motive force this will be in the world when its meaning is understood more fully and widely. Its effects will be traceable in all fields of activity, religious, social, political, and scientific. Let your imagination fill in details. The movement for a general understanding and application of this principle is well started, but, as ever, with broad social and intellectual events, progress is slow. Persons trained as you have been trained are in an advantageous position for accelerating the process. [31] H. P. SWETT. The Conning Tower of 1932 EVELYN MAE BROWN Canterbury, N. H. “Mehity” Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (1) (2); High Cop Strafford House (3); Representative (2); Freshman Glee Club; Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Special Glee Club (2) (3); Social Club Council (3) (4). “She’s in for fun and in for larks. But still to duty’s call she harks.” Quiet? That’s what some say. But to the L.L.D.’s and her classmates at P. N. S. she is known by her joyful song, dimpled smile and a pair of mischievous brown eyes. In work or play Mehiti’s always there to give her best. MARGUERITE KATHLEEN BROWN Plymouth, N. H. ‘Teg” Athletic Association; Social Club. A merry way, A pleasant grin: With these traits. Many friends you’ll win. Laughter without “Peg”; “Peg” without laughter— we can’t imagine it. In “Peg” we find a good allround sport who finds a place in any circle. Besides this she has had an enviable scholastic record. With such a combination what can we expect but success? ELEANOR BUNNELL Contoocook, N. H. “Bunny” Athletic Association; Basketball (2) (3); Bowling (3); Pool (2); Tennis (3); Volley Ball (3) (4); Civic Committee (2); Class President (3); Class Vice-President (3); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Forensic (2) (3); Attorney General (3); High Cop Hall Dormitory (2); Representative (1); Freshman Glee Club (1); Scouts (2). “A smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires,— Kindle never-dying fires.” In her quiet way she moves mountains. This is the sum of those qualities of persistence, scholarliness, love of fun and friendliness that have brought success in her work and endeared her to all her classmates. Those who know her well agree that she’s the best of pals and a true sport. [32] 7 b c Conning Tower o j 1932 BERNICE LYLA CARLETON Lisbon, N. H. ‘‘Bernie” Athletic Association; Assistant Editor-in-Chief of Year Book; Class Vice-President (3); Class President (4); Christmas Pageant (1); Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3) (4); Forensic (2) (3) (4); Varsity (2) (3) (4); Speaker of the House (2); Scouts (2) (3); Social Club; Prom Committee (4). “To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!” Who is always ready to defend her own opinions, among her friends, in the class room, or in a debate? Who is a loyal friend? And was she an L.L.D.? Yes, that’s Bernie! With all her attributes we know she will be a successful teacher. HILDA KATHERINE CATE Laconia, N. H. Baseball, Class Team (2) (3); Basketball, Class Team (2) (3); Varsity (1) (2) (3); Bowling (1) (2) (3); Pool (1) (2) (3); Speedball, Class Team (1) (2) (3); Class President (2); Class Treasurer (3); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Associate Justice (2); Representative (2); Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Secretary (3); Special Glee Club (3). FRANCES VERONICA EPHLIN Ashland, N. H. “Frannie”; “Zeke” Basketball Class Team (2) (3); Volley Ball (1) (2) (3); Baseball (1) (2) (3); Bowling (1) (2); Tennis (1) (2) (3); Pool (1) (2) (3); Glee Club (2) (3) (4); Forensic (0 (2) (3) (4); Varsity (3) (4); Pan-Athenaeum; Social Club Council (2) (3); Camp Committee (2) (3); Sheriff “You've been listening at doors—and behind trees—ana down chimneys—or you couldn't have known it!' I haven’t indeed!” Alice said very gently. “It's it a book” Will the girl whose abilities extend over various field; of work as music, art, dramatics, and literature be forgotten by her classmates? It is unlikely that she wil oc, especially by those girls with whom she taught ir Orford. Here, wc marvelled at her excellent executive f ' ,ry anc willingness to do the ever present task before her. [33] The Conning Tower of 1932 CHARLOTTE ARLENE FLOYD Farmington, N. H. “Charlie” Baseball (1) (2) (3); Basketball, Class (1) (2) (3); Varsity (1) (2) (3) (4); Bowling (1) (2); Leader (2); Pool (1) (2); Champion (2); Specdball (1) (2) (3); Year Book Staff (4); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3) (4); Forensic, Vice-President (2); Clerk of Court (2) ; Representative (1); Orchestra (1) (2); Prom Committee (4); Class Ode (4). “She has a voice of gladness and a smile.” When you are looking for: A speaker at any moment, A good sport anytime, some music for leisure hours, A poem to celebrate any event A picture of anyone A lot of fun all the time— Ask for “Charlie”. MARY ISABEL GORDON Meredith, N. H. Athletic Association; Forensic (1) (2); Representative; Social Club; Russell House Councillor. “Happy am , from care I’m free Why aren’t they all contented like me.” Isabel, is one of the merriest members of our class. Her giggle is ever contagious. Fond is she of hiking unlimited miles! Isabel will always be remembered as a math student and teacher, which represent only two of her many abilities. HARRIETT ISADORE HARMON Raymond, N. H. “Harrie” Athletic Association; Basketball (2) (3) (4); Bowling (2) (3) (4); Specdball (2) (3); Tennis (2) (3); Volley Ball (3) (4); Editor-in-Chief Year Book; Class President (3); Class Secretary (2); Pan-Athenaeum (3); Forensic (2) (3) (4); Associate Justice (3); Governor (3); High Cop Carroll House (3); Representative (2); Scouts (3). “She had the rare feminine virtue of never fidgeting, at least externally. What was to be borne she bore, what was to be done she did.” Behind her quiet reserve there is a force that commands the respect of those about her. She has proved the variety of her capabilities by her service to P. N. S. as Governor, as Editor-in-Chief of the Year Book, and in many lesser capacities. [34] The Conning Tower of 1932 CONSTANCE OSGOOD Penacook, N. H. “Connie” Athletic Association; Photograph Committee (4); Class Treasurer (3); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3) (4); Representative (2) (3); Freshman Glee Club (1); Scouts (3); Social Club. Everything she does, she does well.” The above quotation is a fine description of Connie. She put every effort into seeing that Purdy’s pictures were satisfactory to all. Connie is a good history student, scoring high every time. May deserved suc- cess be yours! MILDRED BELLE PLUMMER Thornton, N. H. Athletic Association; Social Club. A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance ” As one of the cloak-room gang, Mildred helped to make things interesting and pleasant for her companions. The best of luck to you, Millie. ALICE EMMA RAND Plymouth, N. H. Al” Class Secretary (3); Glee Club (2) (3) (4); Orchestra (3); Sextet (2); Special Glee Club (3). A beautiful voice is a gift of the gods”. Although “Al” lives “off campus”, she is known to niany through the medium of her lovely voice, truly a gift of which she might well be proud. [35] The Conning Tower of 1932 MARY STEVENS Franklin, N. H. “Steve” Athletic Association; Bowling (2); Pan-Athenaeum (3); High Cop (2); High Sheriff (1); Representative (1); Glee Club (1) (2) (3) (4); Sextet (2); Special Glee Club (3); Russell House Councillor (4); Social Club. “Oh, what a pal was Mary! She was a student, too, working at P. N. S. with her ultimate purpose always foremost, yet finding time for fun and friends. One glorious week-end at camp is famous in our school history for the unique entertainment she furnished us after a sumptuous meal enjoyed on the porch. Glee Club occupied much of her time and she thoroughly enjoyed its opportunities. MARGUERITE WAEGENEERE Manchester, N. H. “Waggy” Athletic Association; French Club (1); Pan-Athenaeum Group Leader (4); Chief Councillor of Russell House (4) “Early to bed and early to rise That's why “U'Saggy is jolly and wise. Who is twice a graduate of P. N. S.? Who has four languages at her command? Who is going abroad this summer? (She must get black tulips for Dr. Lammy.) Who has substituted in high school and tutored in French? Who is brimming with fun, as well as conscientiousness? Who has called us for breakfast and nursed our little aches? It’s MARGUERITE, Our Waggy! Pour for me, wine of argosies, Elixir of life, The toxic crimson of an autumn landscape. Quench the wander-thirst within me With the cooling autumn rain Drip-drip-dripping Until the crimson fades to brown with the cup. It is a bitter draught to deaden soul fires But bitterer yet the ache of unfulfilled desires That will not die but rise again (with renewed flame) At the first pulsing breath of spring. [36] F. V. Ephlin. Loon Lake. Luther John Pollard The Conning Tower of 1932 To the Graduates of the Three Year Junior High School Curriculum As a theme for this foreword let us turn to the Vision of Sir Launfal by James Russell Lowell. You remember that Sir Launfal in his vision saw himself a young man going forth in search of the Holy Grail. At the gate of his castle he tossed a gold coin to a begging leper, not for charity, nor sympathy, nor because he loved him as a suffering fellow man, but as an obligation to ease his own conscience. The beggar gave no thanks, but answered with a statement on the philosophy of giving. “He gives only the worthless gold, Who gives from a sense of duty” Years passed in the vision. Sir Launfal became an old man, poor and lonely. The leper appeared before him again. This time Sir Launfal shared with him his meager repast of dry brown bread, and water served in a wooden bowl. The water became wine; the bread, white and fresh; and the bowl became the Holy Grail. We learn that it is “not what we give, but what we share”, which counts. Many graduates leave college to go forth in a selfish search for fame, wealth, and position. They represent the youth of Sir Launfal. They ignore the opportunities for true service found at their own gates. Real happiness comes only through work. If our work has no other objective than self satisfaction, it becomes an empty task. The work of the teacher is so important and so vital, not only to the lives of the pupils but to the life of the nation, that no teacher should ever enter the profession without a clear and definite philosophy of life. Such a philosophy must be built on the ideal of service, a service rendered in the simple love and interest of one who shares with “the soul that was starving in darkness before”. Luther J. Pollard. [39] The Conning Tower of 1932 THELMA KEITH BOND Derry, N. H. “T. K .” Athletic Association; Social Club. “A soft heart and a merry smile surely make friends Life would be empty without T. K. Remember the Pioneer piece she plays so beautifully, Daltonites? Those were the days full of work and fun, even if some were drizzly. MARY EVELYN CLARK Tilton, N. H. “Marie” Athletic Association; Basketball (1) (3); Bowling (2); Speedball (1); Volley Ball (1) (2) (3); Civic Committee (1); Assistant Business Manager Year Book (3); Class President (2); Class Secretary (3); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Forensic (1) (2); Councillor (2); Solicitor (2); Glee Club (1) (2) (3); Vice-President (2); Councillor Russell House (3); Social Club Council (3). Do you need to be cheered up? Do you want help with your work? Do you need another sharp wit in plotting mischief? Mary is right there! MABEL CONNOLLY Tilton. N. H. “Connie” Athletic Association; Basketball; Speedball (3); Volley Ball (3); Pan-Athenaeum. Athlete, artist, student, friend; Fun and laughter without end. If there’s mischief in the air, Connie surely must be there. We prophesy a great future For our left-handed artist. CATHERINE ETHEL GREENAN Berlin, N. H. “Kay” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Tennis (2); Class Pin Committe (3); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Associate Justice (3). Her common sense mingled with fun Has made her liked by everyone. [40] 7’ be Co ; ; i n g lower of 19 3 2 LOIS BLANCHE HAZELTON Chester, N. H. “Shanks’ Athletic Association; Class Secretary (2); Scouts (1) (2). Always full of fun and pep, Just a pal you can’t forget.” Lois has surely proved herself a pal—especially to the Daltonites. She will also be remembered as one of the principal skaters on the P. N. S. rink. Perhaps she will tell you about cross country running if you ask her. DOROTHY ELIZABETH HORNE Dover, N. H. “Dot” Athletic Association; Art Editor of Year Book (3); Class President (3); Pan-Athenaeum (3); Forensic (1) (2) (3); High Sheriff (1) Representative; Russell House Councillor (3). l.augh and the world laughs with you.” O. K. from beginning to end A firm and steadfast friend. PAULINE HOPE KEEZER Plaistow, N. H. “Polly” Associate Editor Year Book; Representative; Scouts (1). She may look quiet, she may look shy, But she’s full of wit, twixt you and I Although Polly did not join our class until this year, she has made many friends among us. She is quiet but has a keen sense of humor which we all enjoy. Best of luck, Polly. CHARLOTTE POWERS Manchester, N. H. “Charlie”; “Chari” Athletic Association; Class Basketball; Varsity 2; Pool (1) (2); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (3); Class Treasurer (3); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Sheriff (2); Social Club Council (3). Friendly, Scholarly and Athletic “To know her is to love her.” If you doubt my word Just make her acquaintance You can’t lose anything And you’ve got everything to gain. [411 The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 FLORENCE MAY TARR Bedford, N. H. Pete”; “Flopsy” Athletic Association; Speedball (3); Volley Ball (3); Class Vice-President (3); Pan-Athenaeum (3); Glee Club (3); Orchestra (3). Let the first two letters of her name stand for the word “Friendly” and “Loyal”. Need one say more? Florence is a true Plymouth girl. DOROTHY NEWTON WHITELEY Suncook, N. H. “Dot” Baseball (1) (2); Class (2); Basketball (1) (2); Class (2); Bowling (1); Pool (1); Speedball (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2) (3); Forensic (1) (2) (3); Varsity (2) (3); Head Mail Man (2); Glee Club (1) (2) .(3); Orchestra (1) (2) (3); Special Glee Club (2) With always a smile, but never a frown, With always a “yes”, but never a “no”, With a helping hand to assist when you’re down, Dot’s always a friend, but never a foe! Youth Oh it’s joyful, joyful, joyful to be so young and play; To rise before the sun is up and sing the dawn away. To climb the hills and skip the paths that wander through the wood, To journey into lands afar where grown-ups never could. [42] E. Ephlin. Beatrice Ella Hodgdon The Conning Tower of 1932 To the Graduates of the Two Year Elementary Curriculum You have just completed two of the best and most profitable years of your life attending Plymouth Normal School, two years, in which you have gained new knowledges, skills, habits, and attitudes. Your life in the past has been guided and sheltered by wise parents, instructors, and teachers, but from now on, you are not only to be your own guide, but you are also to have under your care and leadership, children who will some day be the lawmakers and straight thinking citizens of the country. This vast world of ours does not stand still—Standards are constantly changing and new ideas are always available. This is especially true concerning educational matters. A successful and progressive teacher must realize and accept these changes. Therefore, it is up to you as future teachers of the State to accept the new as well as the old, to put into practice the knowledge you have gained, and to carry out to the best of your ability, the traditions of good old P. N. S. which are so clearly summed up in our school motto: Perseverance in effort Loyalty to ideals Yearning for service Memories that bless and burn Opportunity for self-expression Unity with humanity Trust in God Honor to country and self B. E. Hodgdon. [451 The Conning Tower of 1932 BERYL TURNEY ADAMS Manchester, N. H. Photograph Committee (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (1); Glee Club (1); Orchestra (1) (2). “Music doth all our joys refine.” Even though Beryl is one of the February Freshmen, she has proved a leader in the 1932 class. We wish you the best of luck, Beryl. ALICE BALDWIN Lakeport, N. H. “Dixie”; “Al” Athletic Association; Class Basketball (1) (2); Varsity (1); Bowling (1); Pool (1); Tennis (1) (2); Representative; June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2). “Always full of fun and pep, Just a girl you can t forget.” “Al” is one of the happy spots in the class of ’32. Besides being attractive, popular, and witty, she has a winning personality that endears her to all her friends. CHRISTINA MARY BARRETT Manchester, N. H. “Chrissie” Athletic Association; Baseball Class Team (1); Bowling (1) (2); Speedball (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1); Representative (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Scouts (1). “Those who know her, love her, None speak of her but speak her praise.” A good sport is what the 1932 class find in their classmate “Chrissie”. Along with her athletic ability Chris is blessed with a personality which endears her as a friend to all who know her. Lucky are her future pupils. LUCILLE ANNETTE BERRY Rochester, N. H. Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2). “Still water runs deep.” Lucille is by far the quietest girl of the sophomore-senior class. She is very studious and takes pleasure in research work. Best of luck in your chosen profession. [46] The Conning Tower of 1932 CHRISTINE RITA BILODEAU Ashland, N. H. “Chris” Athletic Association; Social Club. If ever trouble comes your way Just seek Chris without delay, You’ll find a blonde little blue-eyed miss With as sweet a disposition as you could wish. This seems symbolic of the little girl who has given two very brilliant and witty chapel speeches. HELENE L. BLODGETT Exeter, N. H. “Lene” Athletic Association; Baseball (1); Bowling (1); June Pageant (1) Pan-Athenaeum (2); Glee Club (1) (2). “Laugh away sorrow, for here I cornel” Helene is endowed with a jolly and friendly disposition and a wealth of giggles and grins. She has been a great asset to the P. N. S. girls in helping to brighten many of their dark moments. “Lene” has been prominent in many of the school affairs, various sports being her hobby. Best of everything to you—Helene! RUTH E. BLODGETT Exeter, N. H. “Toot”; “Toodles” Athletic Association; Class Basketball, Captain, (2); Bowling (1); Cheer Leader (2); Volley Ball (2); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative; Orchestra (1) (2). “A good companion and as firm a friend.” We love to make “Toot” laugh, for her grin is as contagious as our mumps epidemic! “Toot” was studious, but always found time to participate in athletics. Remember, Sophomore-Seniors, it was “Toot’s” musical talent which helped to make our June Pageant a success. MARGARET ELIZABETH BROWN North Hampton, N. H. “Margo”; “Peg” Athletic Association; Bowling (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2). “Give to the world the best you have, And the best will come hack to you ” “Peg” has been with us only since September, but from the beginning we have liked her immensely and tried to include her in all our activities, especially camping trips in the fall. “Peg” comes to us from the Portsmouth Training School. However, a few of her clever remarks, a flash of her quick smile makes us think she is truly one of us. Good luck to you, “Peg”. [47] The Conning Tower of 1932 LOIS MARY CATE Manchester, N. H. “Lo” Athletic Association; Social Club “Always a smile and a helping hand, Always a friend who will understand ” Lois surely was a true blue friend to all those that were lucky enough to know her. It is said that the two things Lois enjoys most are reading “Mother West Wind Stories”, and hiking to a certain camp. DOROTHY LOUISE CHANDLER Bartlett, N. H. “Dot” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Speedball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Glee Club (1) (2). Happy, witty, full of fun, a good friend and a good sport. Now you know Dot. HELEN VICTORIA CHARAS Manchester. N. H. Hike Leader (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (I); Social Club. Helen is witty, Helen is pretty, Helen is very nice, But when it comes to being a sport. She surely cuts the ice. Helen certainly has proved herself to be a real friend and sport since we have known her at P. N. S. We wish for her the best ever. MARY VIRGINIA CHARAS Manchester, N. H. Athletic Association; Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. Although Mary was a February Freshman, it did not take her long to become acquainted at P. N. S. Her favorite pastimes are dancing, swimming, and hiking. ’Tis said she expects to own a “Great Dane” sometime in the future. According to the mystic forecasts Mary will have health and wealth. P. N. S. wishes her success and happiness. [48] The Conning Tower of 1932 BARBARA COLBY Hill, N. H. “Barbie” Pageant (1); Representative (1); Glee Club (1). Here’s to a girl with a laugh and a smile, she’s happy, carefree, and jolly well liked. DORIS JEWEL CHIRURG Manchester, N. H. “Doody” . Bowling (1) (2); Cheer Leader (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Tennis (1) (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Scouts (1). We are wondering if Doody will be the poet laureate of New Hampshire. Here’s hoping so. Surely we have enjoyed reading her various moods of verse. And lest we forget to mention—Doody also was one of the Royal TAA’s! BEATRICE CLOUGH Tamworth, N. H. “Bee’ Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (1). She has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much Bee” appears to be ever so quiet, but when you get to know her, you’ll find out what a great sport and sincere friend she is. Best wishes for your future happiness “Bee”. LEONA AUGUSTA COLBY Whitefield, N. H. Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); High Cop, Perkins House; Basketball. “Always working when there's need, Ever ready with a kind deed. Leona excels in patience, trustworthiness, and perseverance. She will not give up because of disappointment but will fight on until she attains her goal. Leona is a true friend and is admired by all. [49] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 ANNA COLLIN Laconia, N. H. “Andy” Athletic Association, Vice-President (1); Secretary (2); Basketball, Class (1) (2); Varsity (1) (2); Captain (2) Baseball, Class (1); Bowling (1); Pool (1); Speedball (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1); Camp Committee (1) (2); Year Book Editor (2); Class President (1); June Pageant (1); Representative. “A girl that has a smile for all, And has a smile for you, A friend that is a friend to all, Andy, that’s you.” We shall always remember Andy, not only for basketball, but for dancing, singing, studying, and even for making beds. DORIS THELMA CORLISS Contoocook, N. H. “Dot” Baseball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2). “Her smile was not more sunny than her heart.” No spot is gloomy with Dot there. Her smile is for all. Dot is very studious and conscientious. She also has red hair. What better combination could we have for a school ma’am? BERTHA JEAN CORNWALL Nashua, N. H. “Bert” Basketball (1) (2); Tennis (1); Volley Ball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Social Club Council (2). “Life is sweeter and more worth living— Because of you.” Bert’s charming personality has won her many friends in P. N. S. She plays a good game of basketball and her ready wit and keen sense of humor made many a dark moment seem brighter. Remember those good old days on Tuff Alley? Best of luck,“Bert”! ELEANOR MARY CRONIN Manchester, N. H. “Baby” Athletic Association; Tennis (2); Ring Committee (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (1) (2). “Reason is not measured by size, but by principle.” We have known a vivacious personality in knowing “Baby”. If you feel at all blue, just confide your little woes in “Baby” for she is always ready to help her friends. Eleanor is also a loyal member of the TAA’s. [50] The Conning Tower of 1932 GERTRUDE MARIE DANCOES Gorham, N. H. “Gertie” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Pool (1); Speedball (1) ; Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Glee Club (1) (2) ; Associate Justice (2). “First in work, first in play. Always jolly, happy and gay.” Here’s to Gertie, the standby of our class. It was always to her we went for help, sympathy, and advice, as well as for pins, stamps and medicine. Best of luck, Gertrude. RUTH IRMA DAY Manchester, N. H. “Ruthie” Athletic Association; Bowling (1) (2); Tennis (1) (2); Glee Club, Secretary-Treasurer (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Vice-President; June Pageant (1). As is your sort of mind. So is your sort of search: you'll find What you desire” “Ruthie” is a young lady who believes in laughing off her troubles. Her happy ways surely can cheer the bluest of the blue. She is another of the loyal TAA’s. ALICE M. DESPREZ Nashua, N. H. “Al” Athletic Association; Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1) (2); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative; Scouts. “Aussi savante que jolie” What better words describe “Al” than charming, gracious, tall and fair? Who will ever forget that becoming blush, we saw so often when this young miss was called upon. We must never forget, she was a true blue TAA. ESTHER EATON Nashua, N. H. “Brownie” Athletic Association Bowling (1); Head Cheer Leader (2); Cheer Leader (1); Tennis (1); Volley Ball (1). “She's in for fun and in for larks, but still to duty's call she harks.” Brownie has been one of our most popular classmates, with a sense of humor hard to equal. Just ask any of the “Tuff Alley Gang”. A wonderful friend, and always with a word of cheer and a pleasant smile for everyone. Success always,—Brownie! [511 The Conning Tower of 1932 MARGARET ELEVlA EDGAR Gorham, N. H. “Peg” Athletic Association; Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Speedball (1); Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Foren- I'll be merry, I'll be free I'll be sad for nobody. Peg is one of the Freshman Alley and Perkins House Gangs, and did she help to keep these gangs lively!! We will always remember you Peg, for, your generous distribution of filled cookies. FRANCES JANNETTE FORD Laconia, N. H. “Fran” Athletic Association; Glee Club (1) (2); Social Club. If the best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you—all's well. Frances is one of our musical members. She not only plays, but sings, too. ’Tis said she likes to go to Young People’s Social, too. Good luck, Frances. ELVA LORENE FLOYD South Tamworth, N. H. “El” Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2). She isn't very large, She isn't very tall. But what she lacks in size, Herself makes up for all. It’s Elva and Bea together, but when they are apart we do not know which it could be. Good luck Elva. DORIS SUSAN FORBES Colebrook, N. H. “Dot” Athletic Association; Baseball (1) Class Basketball (1); Varsity (1); Bowling (1); Speedball (1); Tennis (1); Volley Ball (1) (2); Class Secretary (1); Art Editor of Year Book; June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Forensic (1); Representative (1); Secretary of State (2) Solicitor (1). Doris is one of our good all-around sports. She is one of the best natured, and most straightforward girls in our class. She is enthusiastic about sports and is interested in all class activities. Here’s for the best ever, Dot. [52] The Conning Tower of 1932 LUCY ALLINE FRYE Franklin, N. H. “Lu” Athletic Association; June Pageant (1); Glee Club (1); Representative. Here's to the girl with the laugh and the smile, The girl with never a frown. She's happy and carefree, and jolly well-liked, And a girl life never will down. Here’s best of luck and happiness to the girl who has the laugh which cheers everyone. Best of luck always, Lu! LEONA BEATRICE FYSH Berlin, N. H. “Lee” Class Basketball (1); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. As one of the Freshman Alley members of last year we think of “Lee” as a good ole pal—could she enter into fun and sports? I’ll say she could! Who ever said “a soft voice moves mountains” certainly knew what he was talking about. Luck to you, Leona—success in your profession! PHYLLIS HAM Dover, N. H. “Phil” Bowling (I); Speedball (1); Volley Ball (1); Pageant (1); Representative. “With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk to journey's end. Phil is certainly a wonderful friend. Her witty sayings and good-heartedness have made her well-liked. She has made her stay here one that will be rememberd by us all. Here’s hoping she won’t forget her many friends at P. N. S. ALFREDA HERSEY Tilton, N. H. “Freda” Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2). “A good sport, a friend to all. She shares their troubles, great and small; She lifts their loads with willing hands, For Freda always understands. [53] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 ANNA MAE HUSSEY Tilton, N. H. “Huss” Athletic Association; Tennis (1) (2); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Sergeant-at-Arms (2). “Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry. “Huss” is known to her class mates as the happy-go-lucky girl. Her witty sayings have caused many a hearty laugh. We shall always remember you, Ann, as a friend to everyone. RUTH ALICE HILL Loudon, N. H. “Ruthie” Athletic Association; Social Club. Ruth will always be remembered by us as one of the most happy and carefree girls at P. N. S. In Ruth we have found a tried and true friend and classmate. Ruth has always had a keen interest in basketball games at P. N. S., and keener interest in those at Loudon. We wonder why, Ruth! PEARL JEANETTE HOUSTON Concord, N. H. “Perkie” Athletic Association; Basketball, Class Team (1) (2); Tennis (1); Volley Ball, Class Team (1); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2). “A peach of a kid always ready for work, Is none other than our friend Perk Sports are her hobby, especially riding and ink blotting. You’d know this if you trained with her at Salem. A friend she has been to all, and I’m sure P. N. S. is going to miss her. MARY VICTORINE HORAN Manchester, N: H. “Horan” Athletic Association; Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (2); Scouts (1). “A heart for an old friend, A hand for a new With an ever ready smile and a cheery greeting, “Horan” presents a combination of all the finer qualities which characterize a true friend and an excellent teacher. TAA is proud of such a loyal friend and member. [54] The Conning Tower of 1932 KATHERINE MARY KEARNS Manchester, N. H. “Katie Mae” Athletic Association; Baseball (1); Sport Leader (2); Class Basketball (1); Varsity (1) (2); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Specdball (1); Volley Ball (1) Tennis (1) (2); Class President (2); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative; Scout (1). “Wittier than the wittiest” Katie Mac is the jolliest of our classmates. Can she laugh? Ask the T. A. A.’s of which Katie Mae is a member. Long will we remember her as “Touchstone” in our June Pageant and as “Harlequin” in our Pan1-Athenaeum Play. As president of our class she was certainly a true friend to everyone. ALTHEA SHIRLEY KEEZER Lisbon, N. H. “Al” Athletic Association; Class Basketball (1) (2); Captain (1); Varsity (1) (2); Bowling (1); Leader; Speedball (1); Volley Ball (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); June Pageant (1); Forensic (1); Representative (1) (2); Glee Club (1) (2). For a friend and all-around good sport there is none better than “Al”. Although her carefree attitude was ever present, her loyalty, good-nature, and fighting qualities will always be remembered. We understand that she is worried about the United States’ military preparation for war. Best of luck, “Al”. BELLE KNOWLES Laconia, N. H. Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Pool (1); Speedball Class Team (1); Tennis (1) (2); Leader (2); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. “A quiet exterior conceals much I think this is what Belle believes in. However, you must know her to like her. She has found many friends at P. N. S. We all wish her luck—we know she’ll have it. FRANCES LAGACY Manchester, N. H. “Fran” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. A little girl with a big smile. Fran is welcomed by all her friends because of her happy disposition. Fran has brightened many a party. Best of luck to you, “Frannic”! [55] The Conning Tower of 1932 ALMA LOUISA LAKEMAN Barnstead, N. H. Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Orchestra (1) (2). “Ready for work and ready for play With a smile for each who passes her way.” Alma, a February Freshman, has won a great many friends at P. N. S. She has very high ambitions, and we know that she will attain some of them. May success come your way, Alma. ETHEL LULU LANGLEY Manchester, N. H. Athletic Association; Glee Club (1) (2). “There’s music in the air.” This quotation recalls Ethel, for what P. N. S. “32” will forget the informal sings held week-ends in her room? Ethel's love for music inspires all who come within her presence. She plays the piano, violin, guitar, and mandolin. Her singing has been in great demand at the Methodist Church. Ethel has the ability to make friends. This gift will assure her success in future undertakings. VELMA EVELYN LUCIER Tilton, N. H. Athletic Association; Social Club. “Everything she does, she does well.” That’s Vel. She succeeds in everything she attempts. We’ll all miss her next year. DOROTHEA MARY LYNCH Lincoln, N. H. “Dot”; “Dottie” Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Associate Justice (1); Clerk of House (2); Representative (1); Social Club(l). Dottie has been everyone’s friend, at P. N. S. because of her witticisms served with a smile. She has been a prominent participant in all the social activities. Her hobby is spending week-ends in Tilton. Best of luck, Dot. It has been a pleasure to know you. [56] he ('owning Tower of 1932 DONNA MARTIN “Salem, N. H. “Donna” Athletic Association; Bowling (2); Pool (2); Tennis (2); Pan-Athenaeum (1); Forensic (2); Representative (2). “Ready for work and ready for play, Always happy, good natured, and gay We have always marvelled at Donna’s cleverness in saying the right word at the right time. We shall always remember her as a good sport on Freshman Alley and in Perkins House. She was always ready for a chat whenever we called. ELIZABETH MARY McLAUGHLIN Berlin, N. H. “Betty” Athletic Association, Vice-President; Basketball (1); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Pageant (1); Governor (2); Representative. Betty, the girl with a pleasant smile, was one of our Freshman Alley Gang. She did much to add to the friendly atmosphere of that corridor. Betty, we know from what you have done and what you are now doing that you will succeed. BEATRICE MARY McQUILLEN Manchester, N. H. “Bee” Athletic Association; Social Club. Bee’s carefree ways and helpfulness will be missed when she leaves P. N. S. What would the Manchester girls do before vacations without Bee’s car waiting outside the door. Her knowledge and strong hand will help her to become an excellent teacher. Here’s luck to you, Bee. DOROTHY OCHS Manchester, N. H. “Dotty” Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (2); Glee Club, Vice-Pcrsidcnt; Glee Club (2). “Take her up tenderly. Lift her with care, Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair Coming to us in February Dot lost no time in getting acquainted with the aid of her ever ready smile. She is always ready to attempt anything from dancing to recitations. Dotty has changed many of our “gray skies” into “blue skies” with her sweet voice and her ukclclc. [57| The Conning Tower of 1932 MARION FRANCES O’CONNOR Manchester, N. H. “Mad” • Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Pool (1); Tennis (1); Speedball, Captain (1); Volley Ball (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2). “As welcome as the sun in a placeu% We always like to have “Mad” around with her cheery ways. “Mad” was also athletically inclined— just look at her activities. It’s just such girls as “Mad” that make P. N. S. mean so much to us. Best of success to you, “Mad.” THURLEY NEOMA PAGE Monroe, N. H. “Thurl” Athletic Association; Social Club. “To be-willing is to be able”. Thurley is always ready to help in work and play. We all know she will have the best of success in her work. Her many explanations about Monroe show her great interest in the progress of community education. JEANNETTE BERTHA PAQUIN Manchester, N. H. “Jean” Athletic Association; Basketball (2); Bowling (2); Civic Committee (1); Art Editor of Year Book (2); June Pageant; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Forensic (1) (2); Representative; Speaker of House (2). “Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing's so hard but search will find it out. How well this quotation describes “Jean”. Besides being a very good student Jean has also found time to go out for many sports here at P. N. S. We all have favorite ideals in life. We wonder if increasing the joys of childhood is Jean’s. BILLIE MARY PENNOCK Lincoln, N. H. “William” Basketball, Class (1) (2); Varsity (1) (2); Leader (2); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Speedball (1); Tennis (1); Volley Ball, Class (1); Art Editor Year Book; June Pageant; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Secretary; Solicitor. “It is nice to be natural, When you are naturally nice Everyone feels Billie’s charm and graciousness of manner. Participation in many activities, both scholastic and extra-curricular, has made Billie an outstanding member of the class. [58] The Conning Tower of 1932 LAURA CECILIA PERRY Whitefield, N. H. “Mike” Bowling (1); Pool (1); Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Forensic (1); Representative. “She's happy and carefree and everywhere liked. Laura has always been one of the most carefree and well liked girls. She is loyal, active, understanding, and a sincere friend. CHRISTINA IRIS POHL Manchester, N. H. Athletic Association; Social Club; Forensic. “They conquer, who believe they can Iris is our studious member; books and she are the best of friends. Her chapel speech about Robert Frost, so interestingly and cleverly given, was an example for everyone. Your stick-to-itiveness will bring success to you. Iris. SYBIL GARILDA PORTER Colebrook, N. H. “Bill” Athletic Association; Basketball (1); Bowling (1); Pool (1); Speedball (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (2); Sport Leader; Snowshoeing (2). “A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men. Sybil has furnished a good many laughs during her days at P. N. S. She certainly can debate, and she brought out some good points on, ‘Why the Northern Part of New Hampshire is a Better Place to Live than the Southern.” Take our best wishes for success with you, “Bill”. ALICE LONA POWERS Monroe, N. H. “Bunny” Athletic Association Pageant (1). Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. A—Ambitious L—Loyal I—Idealistic C—Careful E—Earnest Alice is one of the quieter members of our class, but she is always ready with her cheerful smile and helping hand. Best of luck, “Bunny”. [59] The Conning Tower of 1932 ARLINE FLORA SILSBY Stratford, N. H. Athletic Association; Social Club. She knows when to speak; she knows, too, when to be silent” Arline is a girl worth knowing. Every task she performs is done well, even to taking the part of Celia in the June Pageant. With your many abilities you should succeed. MEREDITH EDNA SISCO Colebrook, N. H. “Bridget”; “Sisco” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Pool (1); Class Secretary (1); Class Treasurer (1); Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Forensic (1); School Debate (1); Representative; Joke Editor (2). “With merry laughter, talk, and song, and lightly spoken jest, But over all a willingness to do her very best” “Bridget”, was one of the “high lights” of the Sophomore Senior Class. Blessed with a never ceasing dry humor, Meredith added greatly to the local color of P. N. S. ELSIE ARABEL SMITH Canaan, N. H. Social Club (1) (2); Athletic Association. To know her, is to like her. Modesty was one of Elsie’s outstanding characteristics, surely an excellent virtue in woman. One had to know Elsie to realize the warmth of friendliness which lies just beneath her reserve. She has showed us her ability in training, so here arc wishes for every success in the future to a fine classmate. 0IMELDA MARJORIE SMITH Nashua, N. H. “Smitty” Athletic Association; Baseball (1); Basketball (1) (2); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Speedball (1); Tennis (1) (2); Volley Ball (1); Assistant Editor Year Book; June Pageant. “By different methods different ones excell But here is one who can do all things well.” And so we describe Smitty, one of the Sigma Phi Sigma girls. We shall never forget Imclda as Orlando in the June Pageant. We arc sure that her success here will extend through her teaching career. T60] The Conning Tower of 1932 DORIS MAY SPRINGFIELD Rochester, N. H. Dot” Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative (2). “Dot” is one of our “cooing” singers. What is more pleasing than to hear her sing? It wouldn’t surprise her friends some day to hear her over the radio. What’s more, she’s a good friend and lots of fun. HELENA MARY SULLIVAN Manchester, N. H. “Sully”; “Red” Athletic Association; Group Basketball Team (1); Bowling (1) (2); Pool (1) (2); Speedball (1); Tennis (2); Valley Ball (1) (2); June Pageant; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Forensic (1) (2); Representative (2); Superintendent of Public Works (1). u,ls’t Vulcan to whom thanks is due, For thy lock of fiery hue?” Sully has certainly added life to these past two years. Besides being possessed of a jovial and pleasing personality, Helen has shown her worth in sports and classes. DORA EDITY THEUNER Manchester, N. H. Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Glee Club (2). Coming to us in February, Dora made us aware of her presence by her kind, friendly manner. You have been a worthy member of P. N. S., Dora, and wc know as a teacher you will always be a success. HELEN JEAN TIBBETTS Manchester, N. H. “Fannie Farmer” Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); June Pageant; Forensic (1); Representative; Glee Club (2). Optimism, cheerfulness, freedom from cares and worries—these arc some of Helen’s traits. In Mary Lyon and Perkins House many a day was made brighter by hearing “Fannie Farmer” sing the songs we all loved but could not all sing so nicely. Her wonderful power of impersonation will long be remembered. [61] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 MALVINA A. VALESKA Salem, N. H. ‘•Molly” Athletic Association; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative; Social Club; Glee Club (2). “Caesar was changeable, so is Molly ' Molly is one of the Perkins House Gang and has certainly made herself known in many ways. With such a personality Molly will be a success in her chosen profession. JESSIE ELEATHEA TIBBETTS Colcbrook, N. H. “Jess” Athletic Association; Bowling (1). “When night has set his silver lamp on high. Then is the time for study. Although Jessie is rather quiet, she may be heard saying “Colcbrook is not the last town before the North Pole, but next to the last.” When extra stitches are needed on hats or costumes, “Jess” is always ready to help. We certainly appreciate a true friend. LUCY ELLEN TRAVERS Whitefield, N. H. “Bobsled” Athletic Association; Basketball (1); Bowling (1); Tennis (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. Here's to Lucy, A loving girl, A friend to all; A friend to all She's sure to be there Does not this describe Lucy, If we call. To one and all! Lucy is one of our famous Freshman Alley and Perkins House Gang! Luck to you, Lucy. HARRIET GERTUDE TREVENA Lisbon, N. H. Athletic Association; Bowling (1); Volley Ball (1). Harriet, as a member of second floor Hall Dorm, is noted for her quiet manner. Success to you in the future, Harriet. [62] The Conning Tower of 1932 DOROTHY GOLDIE VEYSEY Franklin, N. H. “Did”; “Sadie” Pan-Athenaeum (2); Councillor (1) (2); Dance Orchestra (1) (2); Glee Club (1) (2). Goldie is one girl with a perfect disposition. She has a greeting and a kind word for everyone. What’s more—she’s lots of fun and a good sport, and can she play the piano? Here’s hoping that her life will always be as successful as her music. BARBARA LOUISE WATSON Rochester, N. H. “Barbie” Athletic Association, Sec.-Treasurer; Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. “Ready for work and ready for play, Always happy, good-natured, and gay That was Barbie! She was a good all-round sport, and always ready when called upon to do anything. Barbie always greeted everyone and everything with a smile. Good luck Barbie! ELIZABETH ANNA WHITCHER Bartlett, N. H. “Betty” Baseball (1); Basketball (1); Bowling (1); Speedball (1); Tennis (2); Volley Ball (1); June Pageant (1); Pan-Athenaeum (2); Representative. Betty is a lover of all types of athletics and is a loyal backer of our every team. She certainly knew how to make Perkins House a lively place in which to live. [631 Tbe Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Four Year Seniors One night in the winter of ’32 a mysterious package was left at the door of Russell House. It was addressed to the Four Year Seniors. A bomb from some unsuspected enemy was the first idea that entered their heads, but as somthing had to be done, they bravely unwrapped the package and discovered—only a reel of rather dusty film and a projector. It was at once decided, since Bernie had had the most experience with electricians or would-be-electricians, that she should run it off while Rita and Millie, as the tallest members of the class, held the silver screen. Don’t tell Mrs. Beal, but it was really a sheet from Mary Lyon Hall. The rest of the class sat down patiently to await results. Bernie gingerly inserted the film, turned on the electricity and faintly the first picture appeared, Mary Lyon Hall—upside down. (Applause and peanuts from the audience while the error was corrected.) The second trial revealed a room on Freshman Alley, in an anything but cheerful state. Charlie was obviously wailing, “I want my mother”, while Dot Jenkins wept copiously on Claire’s shoulder. Amid groans from the audience Bernie hastily turned the crank before the film quite floated in tears. The spirit of the scene improved in the next picture, although an audience ignorant of specdball technique would probably think, at first glance, the insane asylum was taking its daily dozen. There was Connie at one goal post and Marguerite at the other, alternately hopping up and down or standing like statues as the ball was kicked toward or away from their goal. Rita, in the middle of the field, struggled to curl her long legs around the ball while Dot and Fran seemed possessed to kick everything and everyone in each. Bunny got the ball—blackness. Nothing happened to the camera. Rita just dropped her corner of the sheet trying to untangle her legs. Out of the blank came the next picture. Dr. Silver in the pulpit. (Giggles, purely hysterical, from the audience) Claire and Roselyn appeared in either doorway looking like scared rabbits. Plainly trying not to “rubber” they wobbled down the aisle, Alice and Hilda following. Three steps—Dr. Silver opened his mouth. Claire’s hair rose on end as she tried to step on both feet at once. Roselyn dived under the nearest scat while the rest of the lines fell back like a string of dominoes when the line is pushed. A short space of blank file, summer vacation, and the camera man couldn’t find us. Then Mr. Swett in a classroom at the desk, looking as though he expected something. It came; Sophomores, Steve, Bunny, Frank, one by one, each bent over a sheaf of notes as though her life depended on not missing a word. The screen was covered with blanks filled with dashes, dots, question marks, exclamations, and asterisks. (Voices from the audience, Prolongation of infancy, “Twenty-five years”, “Hie ille quod propter hoc”, “No!” “Scientific method,” “Shut up”.) The picture changed. There was the west lawn of Mary [64] The Conning Tower of 1932 Lyon. The bank was lined with people. Charlie and Dot and Claire and Bunny fought horribly through men of valor, then puffed until exhausted in Danish drill. Just as Mehiti reached the point of collapse from the strain the film broke. That was expected considering the temperature and tension. The gym was center of action for the next picture. Mr. Hatch served furious balls over the net while Mr. Skelton as manager cheered him on. Betty and Gladdy gave hard punches and the men scattered whenever Claire served, but any member of the audience could have told (from the cut of their hair) that these men were out to win. They did. Cheers and murmurs: “Remember the chocolates” as Bernic turned on. There was the gym again, decorated in red paper. Nine very frisky cats climbed chairs and stairs, pulled each other’s tails and skated into the curious groups of queens, gypsies, and goblins surrounding them. The film grew dark, then there appeared a group of girls stealing up the walk between Strafford and the Parsonage. They stopped—then shouted. The following picture explained. They were celebrating Harrie’s election as our Governor. The film was reaching its end and seemed to break more often than ever. Pictures followed fast. The room buzzed with comments as Bcrnie cranked. “There’s Billy actually using ink in bookkeeping.” “Dotty made a sweet Dutch girl.” “My room was right beside the door. I always got all the visitors.” “Spencer did get his shorthand that day.” “I don’t see how you ever got any fun out of sliding, Frannie, you kept your eyes shut.” “Bernic and Elsie rode on that little sled. It’s a wonder they didn’t get dumped more than twice!” “There goes Blake with Miss Twitchell’s note to Charlie.” “No, she never got back.” At last, a firm stretch of film was reached. There was the commerce room and Bernic and Harry, the only H4 s among a group of C’s, all trying to look like bankers, or at least as though they’d used federal reserve notes and knew all about banking acts. Another picture. Six H’s sat with their heads together looking alternately dumb or inspired as Mr. Swett talked. (Muttering in the audience, “Nothing is sure.” “What is it?” “The excluded middle.”) The film was especially stubborn. It would not stay whole, but at last Bcrnie got the picture, a group, all in attitudes of supreme concentration, reading neatly typewritten letters. (Voices in the rear, “He was both surprised and pleased but more surprised than pleased.”) The crank turned harder than ever as blank spaces passed. Then came the west lawn filled with seniors. “Charlie looked very sweet in cap and gown.” “Everyone knows black is becoming to Claire.” The last picture faded as the film broke for the last time. We’ve always wondered who the camera-man was. Perhaps we could tell him even more than he found out about our fun at P. N. S. [65] Frances V. Ephlin. The Conning Tower of 1932 Junior-Seniors Once Upon a Time “What there is, I he: What ain’t, there isn’t.' Once upon a time, a long, long time ago—oh, about three years ago—a dear old lady nearly sixty years old was sitting by her fire-side musing. The rain was pouring down without, and the wind whistled a gloomy tune. Suddenly she heard a knock on the outer door. A youthful piece of humanity, wet and hungry, I stood before her. She took me in her strong arms and then and there she decided to adopt this forlorn child. She named me J1 and introduced me to her other foster children. About the grounds of her vast estate I wandered, acquainting myself with the stately buildings, the efficient servants, and the various books of her vast library. At the close of that first year I knew every nook within those premises known as Plymouth Normal School. The next year I was called J2. This symbolized the fact that I had won approval from my foster-mother. The following year was different from the others in as much as I was intrusted with new duties. For eighteen weeks I actually taught school. Fed from the bounteous table of knowledge I had developed into a strong and useful person. Then finally one day this kind foster-mother who had cared for me so carefully these last three years sent for J3. Proudly I stood before her and learned that I was to go forth into the world to render service. With a sense of deep felt appreciaton I bade farewell to my dear Alma Mater and yielded my place to those coming after. This is but my history. Would you know me personally? I am neither stout nor slender but both; mentally I am alert and not so alert. As for my behavior—it just can’t be depended upon. Now perhaps you understand why I say, “What there is, I be; What I ain’t, there isn’t.” Mary Clark, Dorothy Horne. [66] The Conning Tower of 1932 Sophomore-Seniors Scene: Oracle of P. N. S. Time: 1932 Characters: Stranger Voice of Oracle Stranger: O great and mighty Oracle, I have come in search of a race of people who must be able to accomplish a great task. Oracle: Humble servant, name your great task, and I will try to help you select your people. Stranger: The future of this nation depends upon the work and accom- plishments of this race. The great responsibilities waiting to rest upon the shoulders of these chosen ones demand the highest qualifications. They must be the type that goes forward with time, with the purpose of helping man to live his best, as their goal. I come to you, O mighty Oracle, because you are fitted to make the choice. Oracle: I am glad to be of service to all whom I may help. I think I have the answer to your demand. I see a race of people entering a small State. They arrive inexperienced but eager to advance in the field of education. After a few weeks of adapting themselves to the new environment one can notice the budding signs of what is to come. They learn to abide by and participate in the government of this State. Along with the question of government another activity claims their attention, that of recreation. This new people enters immediately into all forms of sports and contributes freely of its members to the main organizations of the State, namely the Glee Club, Orchestra, Debating, Dramatic, Social and Commerce Clubs. They are a busy people, and at the end of one short year they arc ready to carry out the theories and plans they have formed. Ever ready to sec their mistakes and to revise their plans for the better, they advance rapidly in their chosen field. Although they will go each on his own way, there is a strong tic of brotherhood holding them up to the high standards formed during their short sojourn in their chosen state. Stranger: Great and mighty Oracle, my search has ended. You have described a people who I feel will ably accomplish the task desired. Pray, tell me where to find them and by what name they are known? Oracle: They arc found in Plymouth Normal School State. They are called Sophomore-Seniors. 1671 Eleanor Cronin. “Columbine in Business “Speak for yourself, John The Conning Tower of 1932 Middlers Come, Middlers, now answer me, Four questions I shall put to thee. What is thy age? What is thy name? What doest thou? What is thy aim? For a minute the Middlers were thoughtful, then a smile flickered across their pensive faces. They would answer these questions truthfully and in full. The younger set stepped forward with a curtsy. They were just two years old this June, reckoning from the time of their entrance into P. N. S. Their elder sisters stood behind them, their bows were more sedate, their heads tilted a bit higher,—they were their seniors by one whole year. The next question they found easier to explain. As you know the name is “Middlers”, but how and where they received this name, you shall now hear. Did you ever eat a tasty sandwich? Wasn’t the middle the best? These Middlers are neither the Freshmen nor Seniors, they are just the filling in between. Here is the recipe: it is simple, but oh, so good! One pound of C3H3 compound, mixed thoroughly with two portions of C2H2 chopped dainties, seasoned with a dash of J2 flavoring. The third question, they find more difficult to answer. Due to the differences in age and interests, naturally their work and play differ accordingly. Some lean toward athletics; in fact, there is no sport which cannot boast of some Middler representatives. As for our political government, you will find the Middlers noted politicians, influential statesmen, and high officials. In social activities, the Middlers hold their place, even as in scholastic standing. Other innumerable activities could be brought to light, if only each one could answer for herself. Their aim is the same as that of all other true Plymouth Normal School students. Clearly in view at all times, stands before them the shining goal of,— service. L. O’Brien. [71] Beholding the height countenance of truth in the quiet air of delightful studies.' The Conning Tower of 1932 Freshman History “The Spirit of the Freshman Class” has ended the first lap of its journey, and for the time being rests quietly in its home hangar at Mary Lyon Hall. This great flight began September 3rd, 1931, when ninety-five eager passengers assembled for the hop-off from the Freshman field. Although we had a difficult time finding seats for everyone, we were at last ready to start the greatest flight in years. Marguerite Hughes was chosen Chief Pilot (President); Romina Howard, Relief Pilot (Vice-president); Pearl Shirley, Navigator (Secretary); and Catherine Dube, Radio Operator (Treasurer). High winds forced our plane into an air pocket over Livermore Hall. The plane did a tail-spin and landed on the school building. Many long hours were spent the next two days trying to repair damages in the form of examinations. Once again we soared high. Rain caused the next landing at Langdon Park, but in spite of this, the passengers had a joyous time. Ten miles was the length of our next expedition. This was such a short trip that we decided to go on foot along with the faculty and some of the upper classmen. Loon Lake was our destination. We forgot our tired, blistered feet as we indulged in swimming and various other sports. After a picnic supper we began the journey homeward. School began in earnest for us the next day. Would you like to know our first impressions of the faculty? Imagine them when Doctor Silver complimented us on our singing (the first day), when Doctor Lamson exclaimed, “When the popper is full, stop popping!”, and Miss Hodgdon insisted that we “Stand on two feet.” On September 12th, “The Spirit of the Freshman Class” flew lpw over Doctor Silver’s house. Later our radio operator received news that they had landed and enjoyed a radio and lawn party. The golden airship once more resumed its trip. News was received that twenty-four of the crew were elected representatives of B county in the student government, also that Annette Loiscllc was elected sheriff; Pauline Spitzner, Solicitor; and Doreen Nelson, Counselor. After this we landed to attend the installation of Governor Elizabeth McLaughlin, and other officers. We spent the rest of the evening dancing. The flight was unbroken for some time. On October 31st, our golden bird looped the loop and landed at the jolly Hallowe’en Banquet. What a wonderful time we had, both at the banquet and later at the dance. Our radio operator received news that the crew had to give the entertainment at the School Christmas Party. On account of this we postponed our hop-off until December 18th. On Thursday night, some of our passengers attempted to amuse the school in the form of a minstrel show. After this well received performance the crew decided that they had earned a well-deserved vacation. This great airship, “The Spirit of the Freshman Class”, now rests quietly in the home hangar at Mary Lyon Hall. 7 J Dorothea Graves, Marguerite Hughes. [75] The Conning Tower of 1932 Plymouth Training Schools Dalton High School “Br-r-r, Oh, isn’t it cold up here?” That was our initiation to the north country on September 4, 1931. Miss Mary Taylor had arrived only a short while before, too, and as the painters had just left, there were frying pans under the beds, and flat irons in the table drawers. The house certainly did look attractive though, freshly painted in light colors. We, Thelma Bond and I, were expecting the rest of the “teachers” any minute, but not until dinner time that night did anyone come. “Is it Roselyn? Say, is it Roselyn?” “No, it’s the Keene girl!” Her real name was Kathleen Goss, but to us she was always Kitty. We three went bravely to our first day of teaching. At lunch time, whom should we see but little Roselyn, straggling in like a lost lamb, and our new Training Inspector, Mr. Skelton, behind her. It soon seemed like old times as every two weeks or so after that Mr. Skelton came to call on us. Plymouth Normal School came to Dalton when he took charge of the sociology class or told an interesting story. We were all so busy the first few days that we didn’t begin to notice the beautiful scenery until later. Everywhere we looked there were great mountains covered with trim little trees, and down in the valley was the Connecticut. There was one mountain that I liked especially. It was a bald headed old man with a few straggling wisps of hair (trees) around his cars. He was laying his head on the back of an easy chair (the brown fields) and was peacefully smoking (clouds). His back was toward us, so he did not know that we were talking about him, and he puffed quietly on his pipe while a little kitten perched itself upon his shoulder (bunch of trees). Perhaps the old gentleman slept by and by when the last roseate glow had gone from the embers on the hearth (sunset). We didn’t always go out, however, just to look at the scenery. We went swimming while it was warm. That was the first time I ever heard of swimming from one state to another (New Hampshire to Vermont). We took long rides with Shank’s Mare! An outstanding one was to Lover’s Leap, a high cliff where you may view the country from all sides. At school we usually played volleyball. Our favorite exercise was going out to dinner at some neighbor’s house or perhaps it was going to the Grange dances, I am undecided. Sometimes, too, we entertained in our own house, members of the school board, or any others that we wished. As the weather grew colder, we enjoyed skating: some more, some less, depending on how gracefully you can sit down suddenly. Then there were skiing and coasting. At the end of the quarter we lost one of the worthy members, Kitty, but gained another, Doris Warner of Keene. Is she a good fudge maker? Just ask us, and the answer won’t be “no”. [76] The Conning Tower of 1932 Our Hallowe’en Party was hilarious. The school room gave out an atmosphere of ghosts and mystery, as it was decorated with orange and black crepe paper and grinning cats. After a few skits given by the pupils, bobbing for apples, fortune telling, eating doughnuts from a string, and progressive whist were enjoyed. At Christmas the school gave another party to which the town was invited. Appropriate carols were sung by groups and by the student body. A play, “To the Rescue on Christmas Eve” was staged. We had a lovely tree which the boys very willingly got for us. Even Santa Claus himself came to wish us good cheer and to present gifts from his plenteous store. Why, we even had Christmas lights on our tree. Oh, school parties are fun! There are two clubs at Dalton High School, the Social Club and the Athletic Association. The Social Club gave a very successful play, “The Telegram”, assisted by Thelma, sponsor of the club. December saw the beginning of the basketball activities. School colors are orange and black, and both teams blossomed out in new, colorful suits. The first game of the season was played in the Grange Hall at Dalton on December 17, with Jefferson High as the opposing school. The girls played first, and were victorious. The boys forgot their lucky rabbit’s foot, and even though they put up a hard fought battle, they were defeated. The Athletic Association used the proceeds of these games to help swell the piano fund, and of course to pay all necessary expenses. Roselyn and I were referee and coach, respectively, of the girls’ team. The pupils of Dalton High School are certainly the best ever; always willing to cooperate. Miss Taylor is a very understanding critic, ready to help or suggest as the occasion may require. The Dalton High building may not be anything to boast of, but you can just feel the friendly spirit of the school itself. Cadets and future cadets, Dalton is the place to train. Lois B. Hazelton. Orford High School In the first week of September, Frances Ephlin, Isabel Gordon, Bernice Carleton, Anne Oulton, Claire Creteau, and Charlotte Floyd arrived in Orford to face the tasks of disciplining, inspiring, and motivating the pupils of Orford High School. The first few hours were uncertain ones. Here were six teachers where only five were wanted. Which trunk was the expressman coming after? Which girl was going to lose the pleasure so long anticipated? After much suspense, telephone ringing, and anxiety, the bubble burst, and here we were, to stay, all six of us. On Monday afternoon, six callow, but determined creatures, black notebooks under arm, fountain pen in hand, filed solemnly to the first teachers’ [77] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 meeting. Here we received instructions concerning our duties as teachers and fought, to our own personal satisfaction, for the subjects we wanted to teach. It was not long before the Freshmen and teachers were initiated into the joys of Orford High School parties. The teachers who did not take part in the square dances enjoyed immensely the struggles of the others who were tossed about like corks on a stormy sea. Their faces expressed the perfect blank their actions demonstrated. Some of the teachers ransacked their brains to find excuses to take their classes out of the class room; others found it the easiest thing to go to mountains and lakes and even to prisons. Shortly after Thanksgiving the faculty experienced some changes. Miss Oulton returned to Keene at the end of her nine weeks, and Miss Tucker took her place. Also, Miss Floyd was transferred to Hampstead because of the illness of one of the teachers there. As Christmas time approached, carols became popular for morning exercises. As a result, the Monday before Christmas vacation, twenty-five enthusiastic pupils and six equally enthusiastic teachers went on a caroling expedition to the neighboring towns. It was supposed to be a bob sled affair, but lack of snow forced it to modernize to the extent of a truck from Stoddard’s garage with a foot of hay in the bottom. Evidently caroling agrees with the appetites of the high school pupils, for on return, gallons of cocoa and seemingly bushels of sandwiches were quickly consumed. After the refreshments the boys demonstrated their domestic ability by washing the dishes, much to the girls’ relief. Scarcely had the excitement from Christmas died down when preparations were started for the first Orford High School carnival. The competition in buying votes for the queen became so keen it nearly cured the depression in the towns of Orford and Fairlee. When the carnival day arrived, sports such as skating, skiing, and obstacle racing occurred. These sports were entered into by pupils from Bradford, Thetford, Haverhill, and Orford High Schools. After the prizes for the various sports were awarded, the dance completed the successful evening. This carnival was a big success and we hope that Orford High may witness many more. We hardly realized our training was begun before it was time to leave. The last night we were given a farewell party which we greatly enjoyed and appreciated although we hated to say good-bye to everyone. We were sorry to see Evelyn Brown, Eleanor Bunnell, Frances Blackburn, Alice Rand, and Mildred Plummer take our places. But we knew that under such understanding and skillful guidance as Miss Twitchell’s their eighteen weeks could not help but be one of happiness and success. Isabel Gordon, Bernice Carleton, Frances Ephlin, Claire Creteau. [78] Dalton Faculty Basketball Team. The Conning Tower of 1932 Hampstead High School There are so many interesting things to tell about our training school in Hampstead that it is hard to know where to begin, especially when the writers are cadets in the school. It is not merely loyalty to Hampstead that prompts such a statement, but it is genuine appreciation and love of the school and its associations. Hampstead is certainly worthy of a training school, and we, as cadet teachers representing the two Normal Schools of New Hampshire, strive to be worthy of our responsibilities and our Alma Maters. The school is under the supervision of Miss Augusta M. Nichols, Headmaster, and John H. Frye, Assistant Headmaster. Such leadership as theirs is an asset to any organization, and wc believe that Hampstead High School owes much of its success to them, especially to Miss Nichols who has guided the development since its opening as a training school three years ago. This does nor mean that it is a new institution. On the contrary, Hampstead High School celebrated its fiftieth anniversary in 1925. The high school buildings and grounds are unusually attractive. The building is set back from the street, with a driveway lined with trees circling up to and from the two story white school. If you might see it at sunset or at any other time, you could understand why we are impressed by its beauty. Hampstead High School is like any ordinary New Hampshire high school. The boys and girls are like all other high school boys and girls throughout the state. They are ready for work and ready for play just as one would find any high school group. There are the same problems to be solved as in any other high school, and there is that same satisfaction in solving these problems that comes to any teacher who is striving to do her best. It is surprising what can be accomplished by working with such a group of students. Everything that Hampstead High School has, or does, requires some effort on the part of the students, and they arc always ready to cooperate. From the minor janitor duties to entertaining visiting teams or guests, Hampstead students are willing and ready to do their best. It is a pleasure to cooperate with and guide the efforts of such boys and girls. The parents also are always ready to help. The Parent-Teachers’ Association does much to improve school conditions and much interest in the school is aroused through this organization. Our Student Council is very active in maintaining discipline in the school and in assuming responsibilities whenever there is need. The Manual Training boys have done much to improve the buildings. Under the supervision of their director, they finished the inside of the shop building which is used for both Manual Training and Commercial work. This year, for the first time, Hampstead has a school orchestra, which has a good assortment of instruments. Under the direction of Miss Whiteley and Mr. Rizzi, they have developed remarkably and have played for various school and town affairs. Hampstead joined the Tri-County Basketball League this year. Even [81] The Conning Tower of 1932 though we didn’t come out at the top of the League, we feel that we have gained much from it. Our school spirit was increased, the sportsmanship of the teams was successfully put to severe tests, and the fun of the long bus trips and of entertaining the visiting teams was well worth the time and energy it required. At a banquet at Clow Mere, both boys’ and girls teams, the school board, Mr. and Mrs. Duston, and the faculty celebrated the basketball season. School parties during the year have been very enjoyable, especially the Christmas and the Hallowe’en parties. An operetta, “The Pirate’s Daughter”, scored a big success. The Senior Play was scheduled to come in April, and then the following month came the Junior Prom, with commencement soon after. Our life at Clow Mere, the large white farmhouse where we cadets live, is very much like dormitory life at school. We live as one big family. There are ten of us at the table where we eat as all hungry children do, being especially tempted by the most appetizing of food. The walk of about a mile to school each day is good exercise, although it wasn’t fully appreciated on the cold winter mornings. There is much more to tell about Hampstead High School, but there is always danger of getting too much of any good thing. It is better to want to learn more about a thing than to be bored by hearing too much of it. We, as present cadet teachers in Hampstead High School, hope that there will be others desiring to take up the work in the coming years, that they will enjoy their practice teaching here as much as we are now enjoying ours, and that they will be ready to enter into the work with the greatest enthusiasm and interest possible. Rita Stimson, Marguerite Brown. Plymouth Model School The Primary Grades It is thought by some that teaching the primary grades is practically the easiest job on earth, and that it does not require much exercise of the brain. There are those, however, who know that a good primary teacher is worth her weight in gold, because it is they who receive the children, young and inexperienced, from various home environments, and start in the right way, the endless process of education. Individual differences are taken into account in the primary grades, as well as in the upper grades. Every child acts unlike anyone else, and they all have some interest which the teacher has to discover and develop. They are all eager to please and ready to respond to suggstions if offered in the right way. Special abilities of the pupils are encouraged; for instance, the primary grades can boast of two or three promising artists who are intensely interested in this work, so, of course, every opportunity is given to encourage them. [82] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 It is a marvellous thing to note the progress of the children in their first years of school. At the end of the first year they can actually read stories from books, whereas a few months previous the printed page was foreign to them. After the third grade has been completed, the child is changed from the imitative, docile being to the more aggressive type. The period through which he has gone has been imaginative and full of imitative action, wherein he laughed because others did so, talked and played the way they did, and on the whole, conformed to the pattern of his group. However, at the end of the third year, we find a change, for the child is growing more independent, and self assertive. From then on the children go through various stages of development, but still retain the habits, attitudes, and ideals they have developed in their primary years. Probably one of the best ways to understand the children is to work with them in small groups. This method is employed in all of the primary grades, each teacher in training having a certain group that has been formed according to its ability. Many happy hours have been spent in producing the various sand table projects, which display the workmanship of these little people. Every primary grade boasts of a sand table on which are placed different scenes during the various seasons of the year, such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, and other holidays. These sand tables are also used to show the habits and custom of other people, and the children certainly have produced excellent results, of which they are very proud. Iris Pohl. The Intermediate Grades In the intermediate grades the children have grown out of the stage of depending upon the teacher and are beginning to depend more upon themselves. This is proved by their production of some excellent projects, plays and programs. Instead of imitation, the pupils depend more upon their own originality, and as a result, there is a marked difference in their work in these grades from that in the primary grades. It is surprising how these children, after three or four years of school can think so clearly and logically. Competition, between groups, is keen for they all want the honor of producing the finest work. This competition, if it is not carried too far, provides for them to do better work. This friendly competition is very strong between the boys and girls, not only in their studies, but in other things, such as Friday afternoon programs. One of the projects used in this stage is the General Corner Store where the pupils buy and sell. This is a miniature model of a store, and correlates with some of the subjects taught, such as penmanship, in writing out orders; arithmetic, in making change; and the correct pronunciation of works and forming of sentences in the process of buying and selling. It is very interesting [83] The Conning Tower of 1932 to the children, and it is helpful instruction because they meet this same situation in life. Some of the clubs that have been formed are “Our Reading Club”, the “Speak-Well Club”, and the Health Club”. It is amazing to see the dignified little presidents rise, and call the meeting to order, and to observe the other officers carry on their various duties. Even the construction of moving pictures is not beyond their ability, as shown by the picture “The Arabian Desert”. The middle section of one side of a box was removed. A long roll of paper, with Arabian people and scenes drawn upon it, was placed inside the box. The paper was then unrolled. As it was, the pictures appeared in the space where the section had been removed, giving it the appearance of a real moving picture screen. There is now an orchestra of which the intermediate grades can boast. The players take great pleasure in showing their musical ability. Sometimes the children elect one of their number to take charge of the class and act as teacher. What realistic teachers they make! They are like mirrors. In them are mirrored their teachers who are making every effort to set high standards for their pupils. A. Silsby. Junior High School Junior High School reminds me of the description of Aristotle’s school, the Lyceum. “The picture which comes to us is of scholars eating their meals in common with their masters, and learning from them as they strolled up and down the walk along the athletic field from which the Lyceum took its name.” Junior high students want someone who will be one of them, and who will work with them. This attitude is quite apparent when one has been with them but a short time. They are anxious to imitate senior high school ways by the time they get to the seventh and eighth grades. Junior high school takes care of this by having a schedule similar to a high school schedule. There are seven periods a day of forty-five minutes each, with three classrooms in which to carry on classes. What better time is there for students to develop responsibility than right in Junior High? Upon the wall is tacked a large sheet of cardboard on which are listed “Routine Duties”. Every Tuesday afternoon, the last period is set aside for a Junior Citizens’ Club meeting. During the first of the period there is a business meeting with the president presiding and his secretary keeping the records. The president elects students from both seventh and eighth grades for the routine duties listed. The meeting on the whole is like the ordinary business meeting. The remaining part of the period is given over to the entertainment committee, members of which are also appointed by the president each Tuesday. [84] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 There are two newspaper reporters, who make a write-up of things of interest and importance which have taken place in Junior High. These writeups appear in each edition of “The Plymouth Record”. Junior High School certainly fills the gap which formerly appeared so wide between grammar school and high school. For those who will not continue their education beyond Junior High, there must be something included which will help them choose their life careers. There is a variety of studies offered, while once a week there are Manual Arts for the boys and Domestic Arts for the girls. At the back of the main room, there is a library table on which are put the daily newspapers and the latest editions of the geographic and science magazines. There are several book cases in which are arranged many books used for reference work. On the walls appear the projects and other items of interest to the students. Quite often, usually during the morning exercises, the students sing. There is one song which stands out in my mind as expressing what junior high means to them. I wish everyone might hear them as they proudly sing their own “Junior High Song.” Velma Lucier. Salem Depot School 111 never forget that telegram which I discovered tucked under my door the day before Labor Day. The words were brief and to the point: “Report to Salem, Monday night.” So I was to begin my training in Salem! Labor Day afternoon found me on the train bound for Salem Depot. Within a half hour after my arrival I had met Christina Barrett. We were to train here, together. What a pleasant surprise! Tuesday, we met Miss McGary with whom we walked to school where we “pitched in” and before very long had the summer vacation dust wiped away. That afternoon we attended a teachers’ meeting and received our assignments for the following day. It didn’t take us long to learn that not only were the teachers kind and co-operative, but the one hundred and fifty boys and girls courteous and helpful. As the nine weeks neared an end, we wished that we might complete our training here. However, it was only right that six other cadets should have the opportunity to share our happy, helpful experiences. On November fourth, we waved good-bye to our critic and friend, Miss McGary, and were homeward bound, with a whole week-end to think over our experiences. Esther Eaton, Christina Barrett. [85] The Conning Tower of 1932 CUIS5 50NG '31 Fr nc«3 Epiilin_ ±zz± • — ■ fv_ w-T it i S- « r _ 1 3 _ 1 PL j J - 5 j J p 1 3 j 3 7T I r 1— t ‘•fc— m « h b L • 5 I — I— -J.k, 4 _ 1. _ 1 r _P k t 1 wb 4— 1 — V7T C Hi i - 1 ?=; - -d- -F iiJ-4 r—p— i ! T—T i Pffr n h W A —I - -� - -f—«— . C — 3---1- n T—p- =45 d— — —r� — Jr- Ji . h • . r dSEE5 . J 1 rs - c--r H ij - J_ -—J- - = L I Q -4 JlLJL ,. r ’ g- p ¥ ■C). frL— -£ C 1 1 s --tr- =7 -C i= :•==£= --p a fz . T wb Lf J 4- ► - Class Ode Today we stand upon the threshold: Joy and sorrow fill our hearts,— Joy to meet life’s every problem, Sorrow that we all must part. School days have been very pleasant. How could friendships dearer be? We have worked each day sincerely, Learning life’s philosophy. Oh, may you ever find us worthy Of that name we hold so dear. Let thy love be with us always; May we have a vision clear, As we go our separate pathways Each with his own work to do, Thoughts will oft return to Plymouth. Alma Mater, here’s to you! [86] Charlotte Floyd. Pen nee. The Conning Tower of 1932 Inaugural Addresses “Dr. Silver, Friends, and Fellow Citizens: “It is impossible for me to express how gratified I feel in being chosen governor, the highest honor of Plymouth Normal School State. I appreciate your having placed your confidence in me and I will do all in my power to carry out honestly and faithfully the duties of my office, relying on your loyal support and co-operation during this administration. “In a well organized government much thought, co-operation, and the right kind of compromise are necessary on the part of the citizens to carry on the good work. “We not only think of ourselves in whatever we attempt to do, but we should consider the rights of other individuals about us. Sometimes it requires disappointment and self-sacrifice on our part to conform to certain rules and regulations but, after all, things should be considered in terms of the whole rather than of the individual if our efforts are to be a success. “We as student teachers of Plymouth Normal School have a great opportunity before us, that of training the youth of the present generation into future citizens of the United States. In order to carry out this great responsibility we should first be good, loyal citizens ourselves, for no teacher can stimulate enthusiasm in whatever she is teaching if she herself does not live up to these same ideals. “Let us not forget that if we wish our student government to be a success, we must keep in mind that the greatest rewards in life are obtained only by working for them. “Picture the glory of our student government if each one of us made it a personal responsibility to understand and be familiar with the laws of the Constitution, to choose our officers on the basis of ability and experience, to discuss intelligently and to debate in our legislature regarding present conditions and changes, and to be willing to sacrifice personal desires for the good of the entire student body. “Give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you.” Elizabeth McLaughlin. Your Excellency, Governor Winant, whom we are very happy to have with us this evening, Dr. Silver, Dr. Lamson, Friends and Fellow-citizens: You and I are citizens of several politically organized communities. We are citizens of our great nation, the United States; we are citizens of our own state, New Hampshire; we arc citizens of Plymouth Normal School State. In view of the fact that we have not allowed our aim toward good citizenship in our country and state to pass into oblivion, yet we have found ourselves [89] The Conning lower of 1 9 3 2 for the past two, three, or four years vitally concerned with our citizenship in our school state. Each citizen here is an important factor of the state, an indispensible part, without which our student government is not complete. A system such as our student government is so dependent upon its citizens. In every respect, its continuance calls for responsible, obedient, unselfish, considerate, and law abiding citizens, and a state with such a body must progress. For the past 31 years the student government of Plymouth Normal School has progressed. Its progress has come about through great changes, for do not all progressive institutions undergo a process of change? We, the citizens of our modern state should not be too ready to accept the finished product of 31 years of progress, as a perfect institution, entirely without defect. We would be truer patriots if we could, at all times, be aware of these defects and strive to remedy them. To criticize and alter intelligently an established constitution of a state, one must keep in mind the fact that the State exists for the people, not the people for the State. This fact should serve to guide and direct the law makers that they may so frame or so alter the constitution that the citizens under its jurisdiction may not feel restrained, but rather free and privileged. Let us resolve then, that we will do our best either as citizens or officials. If you are a citizen, be loyal, be considerate and responsible; if you arc an official be trustworthy, loyal, dependable, and be conscientious in your office. Fellow-citizens: I highly respect the honor which you have bestowed upon me in electing me to the office of governor of Plymouth Normal School State. I accept this trust. I will serve you sincerely and faithfully, relying on every citizen for cooperation and support, that we may make this administration, one more progressive step in the history of Plymouth Normal School State. Louise O’Brien. Student Government “It is in the colonial charter that we find the germ of American constitutional law. In all the New England colonies the writ of local administration was ... a miniature republic, . . . the product of racial temperament and geographical environment, and great importance should be attached to the training in self-government which colonial New England secured.” This was the atmosphere that fostered our own Plymouth Normal School State, and what was more natural than that the students of Plymouth Normal School, situated in the very center of New Hampshire, a New England state, should develop a political organization to ensure democratic rights to each student. Our Constitution meets all the requirements of a system of fundamental laws: “A written instrument of fundamental law which outlines the [90] The Conning Tower o j 19 3 2 structure of a governmental system, defines the powers of governing bodies and officers, enumerates and guarantees the rights of citizens, and perhaps lays down certain general principles and rules to be observed in carrying on the affairs of state.” That simple Constitution, embodying so much, is an indispensable asset to our school. The first task of student government this year was the all important one of welcoming the Freshmen and making them as much at home as possible at Plymouth. Ten or twelve upperclassmen devoted their energies to helping faculty members make that first week a success. When the Freshmen were somewhat acquainted and had learned the most essential “do's” and “don’t’s” the representatives of Plymouth Normal School State began to acquaint them with the role of student government in our school. During the fall student government scored a minor triumph by obtaining and posting a calendar stating the date and hour of the beginning and termination of all holiday recesses, and the Mondays of school attendance. The subsequent saving on long distance telephone calls, telegrams, and special delivery letters has proved an excellent project of retrenchment during a year of financial distress, and it is our sincere hope that the Government will take the initiative in preparing each year, with Dr. Silver’s aid, such a calendar for the convenience of the school. “The technique of popular government is but imperfectly developed, and human wants are to be satisfied by individual effort and cooperation.” This applies perfectly to Plymouth Normal School government for to hold its important position, student government must be supplemented with constructive measures dependent for their enactment on the higher officials of the State and for their success on the cooperation of every citizen. Considerable publicity has been given student government during election periods and without corruption. The campaigning this year has been spirited but friendly, and the merits of candidates have been weighed from every conceivable angle for days before we went to the polls. Both times that the returns came back there was a general rejoicing over the honors bestowed, especially those received by Elizabeth McLaughlin, and Louise O’Brien, when chosen supreme executive of Plymouth Normal School State. Occasionally when one of us obeys the desire to take a chance and walks through a “busy sign”, then is seen by a cop, she temporarily adopts the anarchistic view that “government inevitably means tyranny.” But “when the Fathers inserted the clauses and safeguards in our national Constitution they placed the new Republic in the fore-front of that vast army of peoples that were striving for the legal protection of human rights.” It is this spirit, applied on a smaller scale, that created Plymouth Normal School State, and we enjoin all citizens to remember the purpose of student government as service, and to support it diligently. [91] Harriett Harmon. The Conning Tower of 1932 Pan-Athenaeum President—Elizabeth Davis Vice-President—Ruth Day Secretary-Treasurer—Billie Pennock “Blast those crazy young fools, They’ve spoiled my whole day!” Such was the violent exclamation which so rudely burst upon the calm of the library in Livermore Hall one late October afternoon. The few late library occupants looked in questioning amazement at Miss Litchman, who in turn hastily scanned the outer passage. Anxiously she waited, expecting to see some irate male teacher stride in view, perhaps frankly passing judgment upon the hopeless examination papers of a still more hopeless class. But, no! Silence reigned once more, except for the low murmur of Mrs. Furlong’s voice, carried from the faculty room, followed by the merry ring of a telephone bell. With a significant smile and a happy sigh of relief, Miss Litchman then gave one to understand that the mystery was explained. Why, of course! Haven’t you guessed it before now? It was Group I of Pan-Athenaeum, holding a final rehearsal before the presentation of the first play of the season, “Columbine in Business.” Such a variety as this first play gave us! As the curtains were drawn on the prelude, we were introduced to a merry Columbine and Harlequin, our leading characters. As soon as we had accustomed ourselves to the setting, we were carried back to the Italian theatre of the thirteenth century, empha- [94] The Conning Tower of 1932 sized more realistically by the costumes of this gay Pierrot and Pierrette. Although all of the characters in this prelude were characters of the old Italian type, through their cleverly rhymed speeches, the approach of a modern drama was predicted. And, as the curtains again are drawn we find our gay Harlequin and Columbine transferred into our modern age, serving respectively as office boy and stenographer under a grumpy old employer. Here we meet another character, Pantaloon, who lives, works, and strives solely for Pantaloon’s Pine Perfumed Soap. Because of the unwelcome attentions of the villain, Scapino, we find the true course of love failing to run along smoothly between Columbine and Harlequin. But true love finds a way, of course; the villain is thwarted, and we leave our gay lovers making eager plans for an early marriage. The cast included: Columbine, a modern stenographer...............................Dorothy Ochs Harlequin, advertising clerk and office boy...................Katherine Kearns Pantaloon, an irate employer................................... Althea Keczer Scapino, the villain...........................................Donna Martin Following Thanksgiving vacation, again Pan-Athenaeum scored successfully, this time with the presentation of “Good Medicine.” Just as the title signifies, the play is woven around a struggling young doctor and his wife, who are existing on stale bread, eggs, and rice pudding. Who can forget Beatrice Wheeler as Dr. Graves, selling his medical book, Crevette’s “Stomach Trouble,” to buy frankfurters for dinner? When hope seems lowest, and Dr. Graves finally has to secure work as a grocer’s boy, he welcomes his first patient. Through his frank, honest diagnosis of an eccentric old woman, really a rich benefactress in disguise, Dr. Graves is appointed head of a local hospital. And so we leave him, with a one thousand dollar check in his hand, his wife in his arms, and a perfect blank in his mind. The cast: Dr. Graves, a struggling young doctor, poverty stricken, but ever optimistic...................................... Beatrice Wheeler Mrs. Graves, the loving wife.........................................Helen Oski Mrs. Sage, a wealthy but eccentric patroness.....................Louise O’Brien These are but two of the plays presented this year by the first groups in Pan-Athenaeum. Before one play is presented, the leader of the next group if busily working with her group, selecting a play, assigning the parts, and starting active plans for its presentation. In this manner, each two months sees the presentation of a new play. This year there arc eight groups in Pan-Athenaeum, each group comprised of about twelve enthusiastic members, representatives from the upper classes. Although all the members of a group do not participate in the cast, the success of the play can not be accredited to the actors alone. All group members [95] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 cooperate in planning for the presentations, aiding in the stage setting and general arrangements. Each person in each group is an artist in himself, for he gives his best to make the play a success through unselfish effort and hard work. Our audience is the entire school which turns out invariably 100 per cent. With such enthusiasm on the part of the Pan-Athenaeum followers, with such a fine spirit of cooperation, and under the guidance and direction of such an able coach and adviser as Mrs. Furlong, the future of this dramatic club looms greater each year. Even now one may not be considered as prophesying too far into the future, when one says that with such fine work and spirit, Plymouth Normal School will soon confine its dramatic talents to its own Little Theatre presentations. February brought not only a delightful change in the wea'ther, but also another delightful play, “Two Crooks and a Lady”, presented by Group III of Pan-Athenaeum. The very talented cast consisted of: Mrs. Simms-Vane, a wealthy invalid ......................... Estelle Winkley Miller, the Crook .......................................... Barbara Watson Lucille, the maid........................................... Dorothy Horne Miss Jones, the secretary...........................................Margaret Creeden The Policeman..........................................Elizabeth McLaughlin The Inspector..............................................Catherine Greenan As the title denotes, the action of the play is woven around the plottings of two very wily accomplices who are attempting to seize the famous diamond necklace of Mrs. Simms-Vanc. It is called the “Thirty-Three,” the name having been chosen because there are just thirty-three stones in the necklace. Lucille, the trusted maid of Mrs. Simms-Vane, is an accomplice of Miller the crook. One day, she plots to have all the servants called away for the afternoon and then summons Miller the crook. They question the old lady, but failing to gain the desired information, both search for the necklace. In spite of her infirmities, Mrs. Simms-Vane has the indomitable courage to resist the conspirators. While each of the conspirators is left to guard her, as the other searches the adjoining rooms, Mrs. Simms-Vane cleverly arouses the suspicion of one accomplice against the other. Lucille loses control of her nerves and good judgment and in her anger, shoots the Crook. This act betrays her guilt, and the crooks are easily taken captive. The action in this play was very intensive, and the actors were so very well adapted to their parts, that the sudden appearance of lights at the conclusion of the play brought gasps from all, which denoted not only realistic fear but involuntary admiration. K. Kearns. [96] soeiJ The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 The Social Calendar September— Campfire at Langdon Park. Sunday night hike to camp and picnic supper there. Lawn party at Dr. Silver’s. Freshman reception. October— Lecture by Dr. Miller. Freshman-Middler specdball game. Governor’s Inauguration. Marionette Entertainment by Sue Hastings’ performers. Hallowe’en Banquet. “Columbine in Business”—Pan-Athenaeum, Group I. December— Lecture by Dr. Sourie of New York Teachers College. Moving pictures of New Hampshire scenes—Mr. Warwick. Christmas Banquet—Freshman Minstrel Show. Volleyball Tournament. “Good Medicine”—Pan-Athenaeum, Group II. January— Basketball group games. “Two Crooks and A Lady”—Pan-Athenaeum, Group III. February— Masquerade party. Debate—University of Vermont March— Governor’s Inauguration—Governor Winant, speaker. “The Trysting Place”—Pan-Athenaeum, Group IV. Keene basketball game. April— May— May supper and party. Glee Club concert. Baseball. Scholarship Day. Field Day. Debate—Keene and Plymouth. June— Commencement. Baccalaureate. Last Campfire. Last Chapel. June Pageant. Commencement reception and ball. Class Day. Graduation. The Conning Tower o j 1932 Social Club President—Margaret Bedell Vice-President—Mary Booth Secretary—Mildred Harvey Treasurer—Ada Tait “Hi there.” I looked in vain for the owner of the quaint voice so near my ear. “Here I am,” the voice continued. “I’ve been trying to speak to you for ages. It’s a great party, isn’t it?” I gasped as I perceived a diminutive figure perched on the back of the settee on which I sat, blinked, and then murmured assent, for there sat the quaintest little figure—a bit shorter than a lady’s fountain pen, and nearly as broad as he was tall. He was dressed in a jester’s costume of bright colors, and carried a wand in his hand. “Santa Claus in miniature?” I questioned myself. The elf answered my unspoken query, saying, “No, I’m not. I’m the Social Club Spirit, and my name is ‘Fun’. Haven’t you heard of me?” The little old fellow looked so disappointed, I hurried to remark, “Oh, yes, indeed. I’ve heard of you very often. You’re the faithful attender of all our parties.” A smile twinkled in his eyes. “To be sure! Why, I haven’t missed a party for ages. Haven’t we had a good time, though? Why I remember the freshman reception as though it were yesterday. The many new faces, pretty [99] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 ones, too, and the gay dresses. Of course, that was the first party, and everyone enjoyed it—even the charming additions to faculty.” “Everyone contributed to that party’s success,” I commented. “Indeed, yes. But remember the Hallowe’en banquet and dance? I sat at the speakers’ table, you know, and the fair toastmistress gave me a private reading with the crystal ball after all the prophecies given during the banquet had come true. My only disappointment was that I wasn’t given a jockey hat. The gym looked great, too, fine, I mean,” he amended as he realized that he was addressing a prospective school teacher. “I liked the Christmas party best of all, however. What excitement there was before that event! There were so many things to be thought of, invitations, table decorations, and invitation to Santa Claus, gym decorations and so on. The girls certainly did their work well. The gym looked more beautiful than ever before and the lobby was very artistic. The dining-room was sweetly solemn, and I saw more than one glistening tear when the Seniors sang carols, and realized that it would be their last Christmas banquet as students.” But here “Fun” remembered something. “There was more of my spirit in the Christmas entertainment. From the moment those Freshmen began with “Here comes the Show Boat”, there was something doing every minute. I hadn’t realized there could be so much talent in a Freshman class. That was their chance to shine, and they certainly did.” “And while we’re on the subject of talent, did you notice the dressmaking ability shown in costumes at the Valentine masquerade? I was a bit surprised to see such famous characters as Alice in Wonderland, the King and Queen, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, Mr. and Mrs. Depression, Mickey Mouse and. his wife, the ambassadors of warring China and Japan. The bride and groom made a perfectly charming couple, too, and 1—sh—(This last was whispered) I kissed the bride. I had a fine time dancing the novelty dances. Variety is the spice of life you know!” “And here we are at the May party.” I smiled regretfully. “It doesn’t seem possible that our parties have all passed. I’d like to start right over again.” I gazed at the dancers and saw my partner coming to claim me for the next dance. “So glad to have seen you, Fun. You must always come to our parties. Keep an eye on next year’s Social Club”. Thus I made my adieus, and caught my last glimpse of him before he was lost in the whirl of dancers, smiling a cheery goodbye—until next year. Conversation recorded by Louise Paige. [100] Interior of Dr. Silver‘l House. The Conning Tower of 1932 Russell House It is Commencement time, a perfect June day. People are leisurely strolling about the campus of Plymouth Normal School. Girls are everywhere. I overhear a stranger say, “Is that brick building across the street part of the school?” I follow her group into Russell House and gaze once more upon the familiar walls. How fast the memories of a happy year come rushing back. What hopes and aspirations were born and nourished in these very rooms. I remember the September days that we unpacked and made our new rooms comfortable; and the new matron, as new to the Plymouth campus as she was to us. She soon became friendly with us, and her laughter mingled with ours through the corridors of the stately brick house. The Code of Honor was read, signed by every girl. Privileges and responsibility never before enjoyed at Plymouth became ours with the signing of the code and the choice of five councilors. A theatre party as a welcome to Miss McGregor was the first event on our social calendar. After seeing a picture at the new theatre we invaded York’s and enjoyed the most tempting refreshments on the menu. Not long after that Miss McGregor’s illness took her away from us for several weeks. Miss Turnbull came to act as her substitute and all went well. A few nights after Miss McGregor’s return we gathered in the living room to play games and have doughnuts, cider, and toasted marshmallows. We certainly were glad to have her back, and the atmosphere of the party was that of thanksgiving jollity. Russell House was venerable, and on nights when the wind howled there was much rattling and banging. It might have been ghosts of the past frolicking in the attic, but we never saw them. There was, however, a mystery story that belongs to our year in Russell House. Each night the mailman was supposed to lock the doors and put out the lights. The back door had an antique key six inches long. A key of that size is difficult to lose, but one night the mailman looked for the key to lock the door. The door was locked, but the key was nowhere to be found. The next night there was no key, the third night came and the key was not there. The door was always locked at night and always unlocked in the morning. The mailman told the mysterious circumstances to the council. Our head councilor, Rita, called a housemeeting at ten-thirty P.M., and with severe countenance demanded if anyone knew the whereabouts of the key. Silence. Then suggestions of several improbable ways in which the key might have disappeared. Nothing definite was learned and the key was given until morning to return, then remain in its proper place. There it was in the morning; but by night it had disappeared. Excitement increased and the councilors held hurried, whispered conferences in the corridors. Solutions of mysteries are often simple, simple, simple. Within a week we learned that Mr. Plummer was kindly locking our back door each night. [103] The Conning Tower of 1932 Ah, the relief to know that the precious honor of Russell House was unblemished. The rafters of our living room had long resounded with Christmas cheer. That year was no exception. How charming that room was when ready for the ninetecn-hundred-thirty-one Christmas party. A roaring fire in the huge fireplace cast its ruddy glow over polished floor, rugged beams, and sparkling tree, and brightened the faces of the girls of Russell House. Marguerite Waegeneere and Annette Provost, of the entertainment committee, kept us fully occupied with mirth-provoking games until it was time for refreshments and presents. The latter with their accompanying verses furnished no end of fun until the party ended. Traditional Junior gayety was not lacking in the representatives of that class who dwelled in the house. Millie’s love for the dance and habit of entertaining a co-ed furnished proof of that. And if we wanted a fish story Louise O’Brien was ready to please. Helen Foss had a lovely cockney accent if asked to correct “Where is he at?” Our camp trio, Rita Stimson, Mary Clark, and Dot Horne were always ready to lull us to sleep. The Freshmen had a weakness for pets as children are apt to have. I remember a tiny creature all legs and arms, made of worsted, orange and black, which was thrown from negro to negro during the Christmas minstrel show. That was Connie’s “Whoopie” who disappeared several days before the show. We had to hold her to keep her from going to the rescue of her pet and breaking up an excellent performance. February brought a new group of girls to Russell House, real teachers who had taught for half a year in Dalton, Orford, or Hampstead. Among them were debaters and basketball players, and another term passed swiftly on wings of work and play. I wonder where all those good friends are and how life has dealt with each of them since those far away days. But I must stop these reminiscences or I’ll become lachrymose and it would never do to let my granddaughter see me in such a state. Annette Provost. Grafton House A good time to be introduced to Grafton House is just before a party, the place, the kitchen. The girls are having one good time making the sandwiches and no one can say in this case that “Too many cooks spoil the broth.” Some of the specialties in Grafton House are the Sunday morning breakfasts, corn popping, and afternoon coffee. There is abundant evidence that good cooks are not scarce in this dormitory. We went to camp for a supper, one memorable Monday night, and what fun we had! The food and ourselves were transported in various cars. Betty [104] The Conning Tower of 1932 Hunt took some, Arline took some, and last but not least, Mr. Skelton took the rest. Again the good cooks of Grafton House displayed their ability. By the way, ask Mr. Skelton sometime if he knows how to play “Pig”. Next was the Christmas supper and party. After the dishes and tables were cleared away, Santa came in and gave out the gifts. “Dodo” Milne, Santa Claus! Impossible! But Dodo fooled them. She wasn’t quiet Dodo that night. How could she be? She was in Dr. Silver’s boots! You doubt it? Well, she was, too? We borrowed them that very afternoon. After the excitement that gift-giving always arouses, had died down, the entertainment was given. Eleanor Cronin and Peggy Creeden, the entertainment committee, had pulled a great many strings, and it was through their influence that such notable people as Charles Farrell, Janet Gaynor, and Maurice Chevalier were able to be present to entertain in their usual manner. Eleanor and Peg, previous to this time, had been taking a correspondence course to learn the ropes in marionetting, and they were able to give a wonderful performance. Gertrude and “Fanny Farmer” sang a beautiful ballad entitled “Abie, Abie”. This went over with a bang. Beryl, of course, furnished our music. When Arline went to Salem, Perky and Molly came back from their training there, and of course we had to give them a welcoming-home party. Sandwiches and coffee, ice-cream, cookies and candy were devoured. Afterwards our favorite game, “Pig” was enjoyed. The entertainment was in the hands of the same committee as before, and it was decided that a fashion show would be given, which went off beautifully. Gertie wore what Worth said was the proper thing for college proms; Dodo and Marion made darling little eight-year-olds; Frances was a blushing bride, but do not ask how she acquired that blush! Doris was an up-to-date school-marm to perfection, but we’re not going to tell you what her last outfit was. There again you’ll have to go to the person herself. That’s another house secret. It must be remembered, however, that in all these good times we would have been lost were it not for Mrs. Furlong. This is no house secret. No wonder the stairs creak from morning until night with the rushing back and forth to meet appointments besides those of classes and training. For Grafton House is enthusiastically represented in all the outside activities, student government, music, debating, dramatics, the forum, and athletics. Our matron, Mrs. Furlong, has made it possible for us to have such good times! To her we owe a debt of gratitude which we never can repay. Beryl Adams, Margaret Creeden. [105] The Conning Tower of 1932 Coos House Coos House has been the home of the boys during the past year. We have a very fine male chorus which frequently assembles in one of the rooms and harmonizes the latest song hits. But isn’t it strange our neighbor cottages never request to hear us on a future program? We wonder whether the girls appreciate music. If you want to know why you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing us lately, it is that we have a radio from which we get much enjoyment. It was grounded on a steam pipe, and for a time the aerial used was a bed spring. The programs on the bed spring aerial were very good, but the voices were not musically clear enough to satisfy our demand for good music, so we put up an outside antenna. We are almost always listening in. Eddie Cantor’s hour is a favorite with all of us. During the year we have arranged the furniture in our rooms many times, with the result that when we come to turn the lights out, we wonder where our cot really is. We start in the direction where it used to be and find it isn’t there; probably we are in front of the dresser. One Saturday afternoon, last winter, four of us hiked to the school camp, at Loon Lake, for the week-end. We had a good time preparing our meals. We found that our appetities were not what one would' call small. Miss Wilson, our former matron, gave us a fine Christmas party. After eating much ice cream and fudge we told continued stories. Some one thought of a first line. It sounded like a mystery, but when the second line was added we were at a loss to know what type of story it would turn out to be. After we had exhausted our supply of thoughts for stories, each of us had to do a stunt. They were stunts too, worthy of an acrobat who could have done them better. You can see by our many experiences that we have been very happy during the year at P. N. S. Elwin Graves. Belknap House Daniel Webster’s comment on Dartmouth College is true of Belknap House. “It may be small, but there are those who love it.” In case of doubt, simply inquire of any of the girls who have made it their home. We are twelve—thirteen counting our matron—and such a merry group of girls! There isn’t a happier family to be found on the campus. The sounds issuing forth from this domain are many. Maybe it is Ramona’s “cute little laugh” as she recalls having played a joke on someone; sometimes it is Helen’s screech as she sees something resembling a mouse; or, it might be our doctor giving orders as she applies first aid to someone who has fallen down on the ice and scraped her knee. Quite frequently the whole house is plunged in darkness when a fuse is blown, and then everyone yells. [106] The Conning Tower of 1932 But whatever the sound, it suggests that the house is brimming over with gaiety and laughter which is seasoned with but few tears. A sportsmanlike attitude is prominent here. Remember our volley ball team? Ruthie was our captain, but she couldn’t seem to impart any of her skillful serving to some of us. We lost both games, but no one can say that we didn’t “play the game”. That we like to hike is very evident. One Saturday night when a group went out to Camp, there were eight representatives from Belknap House. Along with our enjoyment of athletics we have a keen sense of the finer things in life. From 7:30 to 9:30, we arc busy learning how to direct the mental processes of boys and girls. The prevailing atmosphere is one of intense studying to satisfy that desire for knowledge. But as soon as study hour is over we relax. There follows the half hour favored by our orchestra; our most popular song is “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” The house is divided on just one thing. The first floor is a loyal supporter of the Navy, while the second floor favors the Army. Proof is in the display of banners. Upon entering our home, one is inclined to believe that the reception room is lacking in size and furnishings. But there was ample room in which to have a most successful Christmas party. Again the orchestra rendered its services. To Miss Waugh we extend our sincere appreciation for the kindly interest she has shown in us. We go to her when we are in doubt or ready to give up in despair, and her willingness to share our joys and sorrows has endeared her to us all. The years will go by. We shall leave Plymouth Normal School to take another step up the ladder of success. Trivial things will be forgotten as we live our busy lives. But nothing can ever blot from our memories this glorious year at school—cherished visions of Belknap House will forever bloom in our gardens of memory. Geraldine Gould. Carroll House I have been sitting here by the fireside, dreaming and thinking about the happy year I spent in Carroll House. What fun we had! I wonder what they are all doing now. There was Peg Bedell. What a wonderful voice she had! We used to sit for hours listening to her sing. She should have studied abroad. I fear her talent was not appreciated at first, but after our course in music appreciation we felt differently about it. Marion Hutchinson—well do I remember her! I roomed with her! I used to have a hard time getting her up in the morning, and just as hard a [107] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 time getting her to bed at night. She always seemed to have some great decision to make on a world problem, which had to be rendered about ten o’clock. I am sure Marion would have been a welcome and needed member in the world court. Then there was Marion Diemond. Marion was our high cop, and no one can say she was not faithful to her duty. I believe if a pin dropped upstairs on the opposite side of the house, Marion would hear it and investigate! However, there were times when she forgot her official position, and if I remember correctly, many mysterious things happened during those times. Let’s see, who roomed with Marion? Oh, yes, I remember, Estelle Wink-ley. The things Estelle could get away with! One night she heard a light tap on her window. She called softly, “Come in.” He didn’t come in. I think he heard someone coming, but we never knew the reason for his sudden disappearance. Poor Estelle, how disappointed she was. To hide her disappointment she told us that she thought the tapping was done by one of the girls who was trying to scare her. But we knew better. I wonder what Doris Martin is doing now. She roomed with Peg Bedell. Poor Doris, I don’t see how she ever got any work done. We were always bothering her about something. Doris was our authority for everything, the correct pronunciation of a word, the color of thread to use in a darn, the rainfall of a certain area in the central part of the Philippine Islands, and almost anything else. But she always knew. In the front room were Vivian Brown and Louise Paige. Louise was the president of the T. S. T. She was also the artist of the house. She is teaching in a Boston Art school now and is very successful. I saw in the paper the other day mention of one of her pictures which was on exhibition. Viv used to offer Peg keen competition in singing. Such sounds as we heard! Viv was our volley ball captain and star player. Julia Martin 'lived on first floor and was our efficient mail man for the first part of the year. Julia had to stand a great deal. If we didn’t get any mail, or if it wasn’t the letter we wanted, we blamed her. But if the right one arrived, Julia was just the best girl ever. Oh, well, that’s the way things go. In the back of the house were Meredith Sisco and Doris Forbes. Both ran for governor and remained good friends through it all. If we found our rooms not in their usual good order, we always knew where to look for the guilty persons. What fun Dot and Meredith were, they were surely the life of the party. We had many good times together, parties, volley ball, and many other things. After all, “It takes a heap of living to make a house a home.” Carroll House surely saw a heap of living that year. [108] Alta Fitzpatrick. The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Strafford House “Who wants some more waffles?” “Does anyone want more coffee?” These words would greet anyone entering Strafford House during one of our “waffle parties”. Waffles are our specialty, although we do not bar cake, ice cream, cocoa, and toasted marshmallows. Oh yes, and don’t forget the peanuts. We just have to have those. We all remember our first waffle party because for a time things literally “looked dark”. One of the fuses was blown! We rushed madly from attic to cellar to find the one which was causing the difficulty. Mr. Plummer came to our rescue at last, and we then began to make waffles and coffee. We found that we had several amateur cooks, and that Andy preferred to keep watch when Chickie and Tel were doing the honors. Our Christmas Party was an important affair for us, and we all entered eagerly into its preparations. Our tree was very pretty with its colored lights and decorations. With a fire in the fireplace and with the table attractively arranged, our recreation room looked very festive and jolly. The little gifts which we exchanged and the stunts which we performed also added to the enjoyment. Before the arrival of the piano, our music was furnished chiefly by Fran Ford’s victrola, supplemented by pounding and hammering from the construction of the new dormitory. We played the same records again and again, until the workmen and others nearby were ready to take up a collection to buy us some new ones. Among the favorites were “Me,” “My Mother’s Eyes,” “The End of a Perfect Day,” and “When the Moon Comes Over the Mountain”. Now that we have our new piano, music will be an important part of our daily program. Duets will be given at all hours by Andy Collin and Hilda Cate. When we came back to Plymouth Normal School in September, all of us Strafford House girls had to become acquainted with one another, because we represented all of the various classes, and had formerly lived almost as far apart as the campus would permit. We were very happy to discover that Mrs. Brown was to be our new matron. At first there were eight girls in the house, but later two others, Hilda Cate and Ann Moffatt, joined us. Although our number is small, we have many specialties at Strafford House, whom you are free to call upon at any time to serve your needs. If you have difficulty with your Latin lesson, consult Louise Collins. The translations are warranted to please the most exacting teachers. If it is French that is bothering you, apply to Hilda Cate. For advice and assistance in music see Ethel Langley. All instruments taught, including harmonica and violin. Satisfaction guaranteed. If you need an original dialogue or a humorous chapel speech, interview Margaret Chick. For beautification of all kinds, appointments are available at all hours. [109] The Conning Tower of 1932 Engagements may be booked with either Thelma Rolfe or Frances Ford. If you desire to have your fortune told, we advise you to consult Ann Moffat. Future, past, and present revealed. If you wish to become an accomplished tap-dancer, apply to Andy Collin. Latest steps and methods employed. See that your name is on her list. For help in solving that difficult math problem, call on Georgina Palmer. Answers guaranteed. If you need a recipe for delicious waffles, we suggest that you consult Mrs. Brown. Endorsed by all the members of Strafford House. Dorothy White. Mary Lyon Hall Mary Lyon! What P. N. S. girl is there here to whom these words do not bring memories of fun and friendship. We think of times when our house is ablaze with lights, and filled with echoes of many happy voices. We think of times when there is a hush over the whole building, but we know that this will not continue long. Somewhere from “Tuff Afley” we will surely hear the joyous laugh of someone who has forgotten that Mary Stone is cop, and that means “quiet”. It would not be “Tuff Alley” if something were not happening there. It may be a noisy place, but it took these girls to show how to go about a volley ball game with the faculty, and still keep on the good side of them. On Freshman Alley the population is rather unstable. If “variety is the spice of life”, it explains why they are continually changing rooms and roommates. We often wonder where Eleanor’s room is. Eileen’s room is an ideal place to obtain information, as representatives of nearly every division meet there. There seems to be a mystery on Angel Alley. Someone mentioned a game called “Murder”. It is too bad the rooms are not sound proof. If anyone asks, “Who has a radio on Christian Alley?” be sure to explain that it is only the “Ukclele Trio” rehearsing in Dot Och’s room. On Tuesday evenings at 9:30 the music room is filled with laughing girls, ready for bed, who have gathered for one of our happy house-meetings. Here we hear brief reminders and sometimes warnings against our loud laughing, and often bits of encouragement from Mrs. Haigh. Then comes a short program from a group of girls chosen alphabetically. We have enjoyed panto-mines, songs, short plays, and even a fashion show. We have discovered that some of our friends have real talent. At Christmas time we had a house party. We enjoyed a very “snappy” program, refreshments, games, and dancing in the gym. We also had a party at which we entertained the girls at Russell House. We hope they enjoyed it as much as we did. [110] The Conning Tower of 1932 We surely appreciate Mrs. Haigh’s untiring efforts to keep the machinery of Mary Lyon Hall running smoothly, and of making us all feel so happy and contented here. We really are contented, even if we do look forward with eagerness to week-ends to be spent at home. None of us will forget the excitement and thrill we received the first vacation we had. For days before, we thought of nothing else. And that last night—who could study? ? This first year at Plymouth Normal School is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. We hope that next year will find us all back again, and who knows what good things will then be in store for us. Doreen Nelson, Lucille Williamson. Hall Dormitory Hall Dorm is one of our most attractive buildings, and here live forty-two girls and their gracious matron, Mrs. Leatherbury. After ten weeks of vacation everyone was in exuberant spirits, seeing old friends, new freshmen, and we mustn’t forget, the new members of the faculty. Our biggest event of the year was the Christmas Party which was held in the recreation room. Everywhere one saw the Christmas decorations. Who could forget Katie Mae in her Santa Claus outfit? Christmas carols were played by Goldie, and everyone sang, as the strains of the carols drifted through the corridors. Rumor had it that Mrs. Leatherbury would have a merry chase with most of Tuff Alley gang on third floor. And such a merry chase, and, also, what good times! Laughter and song could be heard throughout the dormitory, morning, noon, and night. Who could forget some of the midnight escapades? Was it not all in fun? This year has been well spent in that we have laughed, played, and worked together. We hope that those who follow in our path will have the same kind of good times. More than just forty-two girls will be able to enjoy our fun next year for Hall Dorm has been completed. It hardly seems necessary to leave the dorm, for all possible conveniences for students are provided from kitchen and bedroom to class room and library—to say nothing of a real little theater, a recitation room, and a balcony to suit the most fastidious Romeo and Juliet. The girls who live in Hall Dorm next year are to be envied. Those who leave this year look back with happy memories of pleasant work and many friendships. B. Wheeler. [Ill] “Sea-Woman” The sea is a mad old woman. Deep down inside that twisted soul of her Are hidden tragedies; Her dull green eyes are beacons of despair. She mumbles to herself— Crazy gibberings of forgotten things, And sometimes she crawls off in a corner And sobs softly. I watch her— Her bosom heaves with emotion, She moans, she cries aloud, She rocks to and fro— In the middle of the night she roves; She can never be still, Poor mad creature! Sometimes she sees me watching her And she creeps toward me, Nearer—nearer; Her voice is low, moaning. “Why do you hate me, fear me, Why do they flee from me When I try to take them in my arms, These men—children? Look! Look! I am not old. I have youth. I am not ugly—why—why?” Poor mad creature. She whispers, she beckons, Her cold fingers caress me. “Have I not fed them and washed them And held them on my breast? Have they not come to me in sorrow, And I have sung them lullabies to Soothe them? Ah—my children, my children—” Her voice is dull. She muses. And sometimes she is angry And she shrieks with rage And she lashes out at me whips— And I flee, But from a distance I watch her. She raves. “They think I am mad sometimes. And they close their doors on me And they chain me up— Oh—and I care for them, and I love them. And I laugh and dance, and sing for them. What do they give me? Nothing, nothing.” Doris Chirurg. The Conning Tower of 1932 Basketball The enthusiasm for basketball at Plymouth Normal School is still high, as shown by the number of girls participating in group games this year. These groups consisted of girls who were at all interested in basketball, some having played four years in high school, others just beginners. Later the groups were changed and the girls were grouped with members of their own classes. Finally after some weeks of practise the varsity squad and class teams were chosen. The following names were posted: Nelson Tait Beaudry Puglisi Horace Stevens Howard Graves McComb Adams VARSITY Connolly Hughes Keezer Cate Ephlin, D. Pcnnock Collin Floyd Booth Bedell O’Malley Collins, E. Stafford Spitzner Kearns CLASS TEAMS Freshmen Loiselle Ephlin Spearman Hill Gray Whitcomb Luce Johnson Reidy McLean [114] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Middlers Wheeler Plummer Gregory Brunelle Brown Diemond Oski Collins Harmon Fitzpatrick Tarr Winkley Harvey Provost Sophomore-Seniors Smith, I. Baldwin Paquin Porter Barrett Travers Blodgett, R. Houston Horan Cornwall Fysh Forbes Edgar The first big game of the season was with the Alumni. When we learned of the many good players who were returning, the varsity players felt a little doubtful as to what the results might be. Both teams played hard, varsity coming through with the score in their favor, 29-20. March 12, 9:30 A.M., found eleven girls of P. N. S. ready to leave for Keene Normal School where we hoped to gain victory. Not once did we give up this hope until the whistle was blown and the final score was announced, 43-35 in favor of Keene. Just another week’s practice and P. N. S. was engaged in the return game with Keene Normal girls. There were only a few minutes left and the score stood 37-35 in Keene’s favor—then the timers’ whistle sounded and it was the Keene girls victory to be celebrated! Our games are over and basketball season is closed—yet we shall never forget the pleasures we have had, our team-mates, or the patience and untiring efforts of our coach, Miss Hodgdon. Billie Pennock. Volley Ball One often hears the expression, “Let Nature take its course”, and in doing so, the sport calendar at Plymouth Normal School is organized. As soon as the leaves begin to whirl and blow, and the mild nip of fall is felt in the air, thoughts turn from the outdoor game of speedball to the indoor game of volley ball. This year saw the rise of group rather than class prominence. In former years the class games have always been prominent in sport contests, but this year the one contest between the Freshmen and Middlers was quickly played off. The Middlers were the winners of this one encounter, and the group contests were again resumed. The representative groups were from Russell House, Grafton, Coos, Belknap, Carroll, Strafford, two floors of Hall Dormitory, the various alleys [115] The Conning Tower of 19 3 2 of Mary Lyon Hall, Christian, Angel, Freshman, and Tuff, and lastly, a team comprised of faculty members. Early in the volley ball season, the teams were drawn and paired off for contests, and thus the season was opened. Practically every night after supper a volley ball game was held in the gym before eager and excited spectators. No longer were groups congested around the dining-room door, but strident voices could be heard shouting, “Say, Dot, if you get there first, save me a seat!” Such sweeping advancing lines as one saw marching to conquer front seats for these thrilling contests! As the games progressed, gradually the weaker groups were eliminated, and although the losers were given another chance to play in the losers’ rank, in this rank the very weakest lost out entirely. Following the Christmas holidays, the situation among the winners was this: the winners of the contest between Carroll House and the Faculty were to play Coos house for the title. In the losers’ rank, the winner of the Tuff-Russell contest was to play Grafton House for the title. The winners of the semi-finals on both sides then entered for the final round and title. At the end of the volley ball season, the crown of the victor was proudly worn by the Faculty. The 1931-32 volley ball season has marked the advent of a finer and more interesting type of sportsmanship and competition. The volley ball season has closed according to the sports calendar, but in the minds of all still linger memories of the excellent games and fun brought this year by the sport-loving groups and followers of volley ball. Katherine Kearns. Speedball Ladies and gentlemen, we are broadcasting today the season’s final speed-ball game from the Plymouth Athletic Field. Radio facilities furnished by station P. N. S. of Plymouth. The game this afternoon is between the powerful Freshman team and the unconquerable Middler team. The Middlers seem to be the favored team because of their experience, but from the volume of the Freshman cheers we see—or hear—that many are depending upon them to win. Let’s listen to a Middler cheer—“Middlers, rah! Middlers, rah! Rah, rah, Middlers!” And the Freshmen have a strong cheering section, “When the Freshmen win today, what will the poor Middlers say?” The faculty section is, of course, neutral. The Captains are drawing for the kick-off. Middlers have the first play. The teams are lined up on the field all ready to play. The referee blows the whistle which starts the game. Brown kicks the ball to Bedell. Booth stops the play and sends the ball toward the Middler goal. Stafford follows it up and kicks it into the goal area. Gregory stops the ball and punt kicks it to her own forward line. Harmon catches the ball and passes it on to Diemond. The ball now goes to Fitzpatrick. Provost runs out of bounds, catches the [116] 7 b c Cot ; g 7 o w c r o 19 3 2 ball, touches it to the ground, scoring two points for the Middlers. The Mid-dler cheering section arc showing that they appreciate their team. After their congratulatory cheer, the Freshman rooters urge their team on by an encouraging cheer. Those Freshmen are surely playing a good game. The score now is 2-0 in favor of the Middlers. “What is the matter with this old set?” asks a loyal and interested listening-in alumna when her set goes “dead”. Lifting up the cover, she sees that not a tube is lighted. After fifteen minutes of vain searching for the trouble, she discovers that the base plug has been mysteriously pulled out. “Baby brother surely will become an electrician!” “—are only three minutes left to play. The score remains 8-3 in favor of the Middlers. Booth has the ball out of bounds. She throws it in to Sherry who stops it and kicks it to Puglisi. That right back seems to like the left side of the field! The ball moves rapidly toward the Middlcr goal. ‘Tweet tweet!’ The game is over with the Middlers victors by an 8-3 score. It surely has been an interesting game, and I have never seen such good spirit in all my travels. Goodnight, everybody,—and thank you.” Regis A. Horace. Baseball The smell of arnica is strong. The nurses’s time is spent In rubbing our arms and backs With burning liniment. The school is like a druggist’s shop; Strong odors fill the hall, And day and night we hear the groans Of the victims of baseball. It’s a wonderful spring day. A crowd is gathered on the athletic field back of Russell House. A baseball game is on. Everyone is cheering and shouting. “Two strikes, three balls,” the umpire shouts. The bases are full and it’s the last inning. “This is the one that tells!” “Wait for it, she can’t pitch another strike!” “Send it up to the Pemmie!” “Make her pitch to you!” This, and similar words of advice are heard from the sidelines as the pitcher gets ready to throw the ball. She looks around, steps into the box, and throws the ball. It’s a nice one, right over the plate! But this is the one that the batter has been waiting for. She swings. Crack! There it goes, over the heads of the fielders, and down to the other end of the field. The players on the bases come in and the batter makes a home run. The score is a tie now. It’s too dark to play another inning. But what a game! And what fun! [117] Alta Fitzpatrick. T he Conning Tower of 19 3 2 Hiking No one can possibly imagine the genuine joy of being one of the group climbing Mt. Prospect or hiking to Loon Lake, unless she has had the actual experience. The Freshmen start the hiking season with their first five mile jaunt to Loon Lake, one of the school’s dearest possessions, and as many times after that, as they are fortunate to have the opportunity, do they hike to camp, be it for over the week-end or on a Saturday afternoon during the winter months. How good the fire seems, after the hard trampling through the deep snow, and how delicious the toasted sandwiches and hot coffee taste! Then again, many of us will recall the beautiful moon and its reflection on the smooth surface of Loon Lake, as well as the complete joy in swimming and rowing around the lake. The hike is over, but much too quickly. Helen V. Charas. Tennis We were rather unfortunate in our tennis tournament last fall. The weather was persistently rainy and because of this, good tennis days were few and far between. However, when the sun did shine, one could see many skilled and unskilled players on the courts. Everyone seemed to be enjoying himself. The fall tournament could not be completed due to unfavorable weather. The idea of having a “Doubles” tournament was introduced and quite a few signed up for it. [118] Belle Knowles. The C o nni n S T owcr of 19 3 2 After Supper A ctivities Time:—6:30-7:30 P.M. Place:—P. N. S. campus. Enough said! We know the rest! There is a wild dash of amateur and near-professional tennis players from the dining-room in Mary Lyon Hall to the tennis courts where there is played at least one set. Other and more sedate members of P. N. S. link arms and roam about the campus, enjoying the beauties of the early evening, and longing, oh, so much, to view the sunset from the top of Ward’s Hill. From the pool room in Mary Lyon Hall emerge sounds of laughter, clicking of balls, and occasionally a loud report, a hush, and renewed laughter as one of the beginners becomes over-powerful and gravity causes ball and floor to meet. And it is in the pool room that some of our “co-eds” shine— in their greatest glory. What is that frightful noise we hear as we enter the lobby? Of course, it is only in the bowling alleys that normal school students are allowed to act as boisterously as this. “How many?” “Nine!” Another rumbling and banging—“Only two!” “What?” “Two!!” And it is here, too, that they take lung exercises. For half an hour after supper what could be more invigorating sport than bowling? Ask the pin boy! As winter approaches and the scene changes, activities change as well. No longer do girls hurry to the tennis courts and saunter about campus. The gymnasium is now the center of attraction, and every evening finds students and faculty assembling there to practice the graceful art of dancing. Since the player piano has been introduced, we no longer have to humor our favorite pianists to have dance music. Nothing rivals the gym as the most popular social meeting-place at P. N. S. Not only dancing but very exciting volley ball games, and even more exciting basketball games attract everyone. Spring! We become dissatisfied with indoor life on warm spring evenings. Our desires are realized in May and June when we may go for after-supper walks. As always, Ward’s Hill is our favorite haunt. Tennis is again popular and many a tumble has been taken on a slippery court when girls become too eager to let the courts dry out. If we could look into the individual rooms of the dormitories after supper, we might hardly think that the art of conversation has been lost. In our hasty tour of the campus one thing is noticeable everywhere and at all seasons; almost everyone considers the hour after supper as a general rest and social hour. Of the many possible activities each one indulges in the one which most appeals to him or her, and from 6:30 to 7:30 the campus of P. N. S. is a true playground. [119] Eleanor Bunnell. have had playmates. I have had companions.............In my joyful school-daysM. The Conning Tower of 1932 Glee Club President—Helen Foss Vice-President—Dorothy Ochs Secretary-Treasurer—Ruth Day Librarians—Vivian Brown Helen Tibbetts Pianist—Mildred Harvey The Glee Club held its first meeting early in September and elected officers for the ensuing year. This year the music department started work under a new director, Miss Ruth Janet McGregor, who came to us from Norwalk, Conn. Because of her talent and pleasing personality, Miss McGregor has won the admiration of all those under her supervision and leadership. The Glee Club presents programs at special chapel exercises, for the Pan-Athenaeum productions, the Governor’s Inaugural, and other functions. Each year we present a formal Spring Concert in May, the outstanding event on our program, for which we constantly rehearse and which we await with great expectancy. Last May the concert was attended with a capacity audience. The “Rcve Angelique”, with violin obligato by Helen Foss, was given at the Baccalaureate Exercises in June and by special request was repeated at the Graduation ceremonies held in the New Plymouth Theatre. The presentations at these functions were enthusiastically received. The Concert Program for 1931 was as follows. [122] The Conning Tower of 1932 Part One 1 The Rocket .................................................. 2 (a) The Lotus Flower ............................................ (b) Gypsy Life .................................................. 3 (a) Sadness...................................................... (b) Abandon ...................................................... Violin Duct by Deveda Cushing and Helen Foss Miss Newton (at the piano) 4 Italian Salad ............................................... A Musical Jest (Finale to an Italian Opera) Soloist—Alice Rand ... Victor Harris Robert Schumann Robert Schumann Benjamin Godard Benjamin Godard Richard Geree 1 2 3 (a) (b) 4 5 Part Two The Minstrel................ Pridi Ty Subajko ........... (Wake Thee, Now, Dearest) Cradle Song ................ Serenade ................... .......... Eugen Hildach Czecho-Slovak Folk Song ........... Deems Taylor ....... Benjamin Godard ....... Benjamin Godard Violin Duet by Deveda Cushing and Helen Foss Miss Newton (at the piano) A Song of the Sea................................................ G. Waring Stebbins Seraphic Song .................................................... Anton Rubenstein (Reve Angeliquc)................................ Choral Paraphrase by Samuel Gaines The Glee Club is an important organization at P. N. S. and takes an active part in many of the extra-curricular activities of the school. It has always had a fine record, and it is up to each member each year to uphold its standards. Let us keep them high! At the time of writing we are looking forward to our next annual concert which will be presented in May, 1932, for which we are now rehearsing. Helen Foss. Song of Ulysses ’ Oarsmen Blue is the sky and fair the sea; The white foam follows the flashing oar. Our black bow cuts the darkling waves, As the cool wind sings through the hard white sail, And the bending backs are wet with spray. Swift is the helm and ready sail; The wind-washed sea is a-gleam with light. Sea-gulls scream round our bent black mast, While the leather squeaks with the turning blade, And straining lungs catch the sun-spiced air. Dark is the sea, the moon is cold; White light follows the turning oar. The phosphored wake is a silver track On the quiet surge of the breathing sea, As the oar-blade catches the rising wave. [123] Frances V. Ephlin. The C o ?m i ?i g Tower of 1932 Orchestra “ We are the music-makers, We are the dreamers of dreams Once again we have taken up our work at P. N. S. and along with it our pleasures, of which Plymouth has a wide variety. Some find pleasure in sports, some in drama, and some in debate, but there is one department at Plymouth, which always attracts many,—our music department. Here many of us who are interested in music, find pleasure and joy, and never tire of giving time and effort for its advancement. The music department is closely allied with all others at P. N. S. for what is complete without music of some form? Our Pan-Athenaeum plays arc given a musical setting by the orchestra; our basketball games, preceded by a dance, our debates, given variety by music—in fact, everywhere there is a call for music—whether in activities at P. N. S. or in the world at large. The members of the orchestra have had many opportunities, offered only through their music, therefore we urge all those, for whom it is possible, to study music in some form. We know from experience what music does for one, but we’d also like to have each one of you know, and not let that experience be vicarious only—it will never be the same. Music is always a companion—with it you will never be lost, “such sweet compulsion doth in music lie”—try it and see!! The orchestra has furnished music at the following functions throughout the year:—The Pan-Athenaeum plays, the Governor’s Inaugural Ceremonies, entertainments of The Pemigcwasset Woman’s Club, Eastern Star, the Methodist Church, and The Plymouth High School. Recently we have resumed the former habit of playing weekly in chapel. We sincerely hope that this adds a bit of variety to our chapel programs and will be continued. Helen S. Foss. The Conning Tower of 1932 Dance Orchestra “On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase away the glowing hours with flying feet.” The saxes croon from Melba ‘n' Annette; Perky and Abbott are right on deck. All ready in tune, with Goldy we go, As Helen signals with her long white bow. Now once again we're back to play; Around we look; all's happy and gay. We'll play the blues; we'll make 'em sigh; We'll croon and croon; and watch 'em cry. But 'tis no joy to make 'em sad; We're out for fun and each new fad, To make 'em happy, and love to live, That's the music we're going to give! To the Freshmen first we dedicate, Our music and fun, right up-to-date, For them we play and sing romance, For 'tis their formal “Freshman Dance''. [125] The Conning Tower of 1932 And when the Goblins run too wild, We take our horns and croon so mild, They all join hands and dance with glee, Come, come, ’tis a Hallowe’en spree! At Christmas too, with all the glow, There’s Santa’s dance, and all must go; We’re there with jolly tunes so rare, We dance ’till morn; and ne’er a care! Our Games perhap mightn’t e’en be won If ’tweren’t for us with our strum, strum, strum. Our guests we treat with such jazz speed, It steals the vim and vigor they need. The Social Club to us is kind, And gives us music from time to time. This makes us play and play some more, Until we hear “Encore, encore!!” And so we’ve played throughout the year, Until we’ve come to the day so dear, The day which means for us “good-bye,” But happy music’ll not let us cry. For today ’tis a parting of sorrow, Who knows what comes tomorrow? So ’tis with regret from you we part Playing softly but sadly—“Good-night Sweetheart”. Helen S. Foss. [126] T I) e C o )} n i n g Tower o f 1932 Forensic President—Dorothy Ephlin Vice-President—Jeannette Paquin Recording Secretary—Dorothea Graves Treasurer—Doreen Nelson Corresponding Secretary—Lillian Henault From the platform of Livermore Hall a man is speaking. Over three hundred people, faculty members and students, listen expectantly. Yes, the speaker is none other than the chairman of the eventful debate with Keene, May 1, 1931, on: Resolved, that mechanical and scientific progress docs not necessarily mean advance in civilization. Now come the long-awaited words, “The judges unanimously award the decision to the negative.” Once more the Plymouth team, composed of Charlotte Floyd, Dorothy Ephlin, Bertha Emery, and Charlotte Baker (alternate), is victorious! Later in the evening, when news came that the affirmative (Dorothy Whiteley, Frances Ephlin, Bernice Carleton, and Margaret Bedell, alternate), which had left for Keene in the morning, had won by a two-to-one decision, the rejoicing of the Forensic enthusiasts was redoubled. This debate closed the season of 1931 for the Varsity Team. The Friday night before commencement found several tables closed at supper. “Where are they?” every one asked. [128] The Con n in To ic c r of 19 3 2 “O, the Forensic arc feasting royally at the Plymouth Inn tonight,” came the reply. And what a banquet it was! “Peg” Bedell was an ideal toastmistress, and the various speakers delighted us all. Both Dr. Silver and Mr. Swctt urged the members to continue their good work, and to strive for still higher levels of attainment. There was a smile on everyone’s face when Dorothy Lphlin, our newly-elected president, presented to Mr. Swctt a black brief case which she hoped “would not replace the traditional little black bag, but would be a companion to it.” Fall found several Freshmen and upperclassmen interested in debating. At the first meeting, a recording secretary and treasurer were elected from the Freshmen. The school debate took place early in October, the question being, “Resolved, that the volume and methods of the present system of installment buying are economically sound.” The decision went to the negative. On January 21, 1932, the regular meeting was replaced by an informal no-decision debate between the school debaters and the Laconia High School girls. The question was that which had been used in the school debate. The chairman had already begun to announce the subject when there came a “stop” signal from Mr. Swctt. A brief conversation between the two coaches ensued, and then the dumbfounding announcement: “Both teams have prepared the negative side of the question.” After a few moments’ deliberation, it was decided to round up the affirmative side of the school debaters and stage [129] Tbc Conning lower o) 1932 an impromptu debate. Once started everything went much better than had been expected. Much credit is due the debaters for speaking so well on such short notice. In February, the president of the Forensic, together with the Varsity members, was welcomed back from the training high schools, and plans were made for their meeting the University of Vermont and Keene. Two members, Louise Collins and Jeanette Paquin, were added to the Varsity to replace the two who had graduated in June. On February 27, four “male” University of Vermont orators arrived, ready to debate the negative of the question previously used with Keene. That the idea of having three boys debate against three girls was interesting to the school could be judged by the attendance in Livermore Hall when the chairman opened the debate at eight o’clock. After the debate, the speakers, Dr. Silver, and other guests adjourned to the Mary Lyon dining-room where refreshments were served. Many a laugh resulted when both parties let out some of the secrets of their preparations, and the boys actually admitted they spent two hours in preparing the debate. All in all, every member enjoyed Forensic during the year 1931-32. True, there was hard work at times, but let no one think it was all work. You have only to recall the June banquet, the few parties, and the many pleasant hours spent at Mr. Swett’s home, to realize that the Forensic had also a never-to-be forgotten social aspect. [130] Jeannette Paquin. The Conning Tower of 1932 The Business Education Forum For some time Mr. Ernst, the head of the Commerce Department, has wanted to organize a commerce club but owing to the newness of the curriculum and the small enrollment, it has not seemed practicable until this year. During the first of October the club was started with a membership of 37 commerce students. In the constitution which was drawn up, it was stated that officers were to be elected twice a year. The first president was Rita Stimson. The problem of deciding upon a suitable name for the club was solved by requesting each member to submit one or more names. The final selection of the committee was “The Business Education Forum”. The purpose of the club is to arouse interest in commercial education and to attempt to improve it in this state. As the first step in this direction the club has formulated a questionnaire to be sent to recent graduates of high schools in the state. This should help us find out present conditions in this type of education with the view of attempting to correct the defects shown through this survey. During the course of the year we have had two speakers representing two different fields of business—Mr. Spaulding of the Pemigewasset National Bank and Mr. Howard of the telephone company. The members of the club enjoyed both speakers and feel that they gained profitable information from their discussion. One of the regular meetings was devoted to a discussion by Helen Oski [131] The Conning Tower of 1932 of Parliamentary law. It is desired to carry on the meetings of the club in this formal way as the discussion proved very valuable. Our petition for membership in the National Association of Commercial Teacher Training Institution has been accepted. This places us on an equal basis with all other commercial teacher training institutions. But the Forum isn’t all work by any means. Proof of this is shown by the successful Christmas party held at Russell House, the senior dormitory. There were bright lights, a gaily decorated tree, and gifts for all. We played games, told stories and sang songs. It was fun popping corn and toasting marshmallows in the open fireplace and the original verses on the inexpensive gifts were the source of much amusement. Last but not least enjoyable were the attempted solutions to proposed riddles. The party broke up with happy goodnights and more laughter as the departing guests found that during the course of the evening the brick walk had become coated with ice. The seniors who had been in training the first semester gave us some very interesting side lights on commercial education as it is carried on in the training schools at Orford, Hampstead, and Dalton. Although The Forum has just started, with the help of our able faculty adviser, Mr. Ernst, and the willing cooperation of the members, we feel sure that we can attain the aim we have set for ourselves. Vera Andrews, Helen Oski. The Conning Tower of 1932 Commencement Week 1931 Voices are triumphant, yet subdued; joyful, yet sorrowful. Steps are eager and hastening, yet slow and mournful—for the week has now come that has been the goal of every eye—some for two, some for three, and some for four years. It is Commencement Week. Now this selected group, who look upon the year 1931 as the date of their graduation, must say, “This is my last week here; for the last time I shall do all these little things (that in the past have seemed inconsequential) as a student of Plymouth Normal School.” Last June, 1931, all those words were spoken, but now, as we look back upon it, it is the happy memories of that week that stand out. On Sunday, June 7, the Baccalaureate Service was held in the Methodist Church. No matter how many times one sees it, he cannot fail to be greatly impressed with that dignified procession of Faculty, Seniors, and Underclassmen solemnly arrayed in cap and gown. The speaker of the day was Dr. J. Franklin Babb. The Glee Club rendered several fitting selections and amidst the downpour of rain, the “last Sunday” came to a close. One of the dearest traditions of Plymouth Normal School was to be fulfilled on the following Tuesday, namely, Last Campfire. Owing to the presence of Father Rain, it could not be held in Langdon Park, but the students of P. N. S. could not be daunted by anything as simple as rain, and this event was made up for by other entertainment held indoors. Thursday evening the Freshmen presented “As You Like It”, as the Annual Commencement Shakespeare play. People, as a whole, must have many tastes in common, for the pageant was “Just as We All Like It”. The dramatization, music, and dancing in the moonlight certainly were bewitching. On Friday, at last Chapel, there was a little tendency for the shadows to rest on some of the faces that usually registered sunshine, but no one could help enjoying and appreciating the usual rites observed at that time. On this occasion a purse of gold was presented to Doctor Silver in appreciation of his twenty years of untiring service in the steady, progressive development of Plymouth Normal School into a Class A Teachers College. In the afternoon the Class Day Exercises were held on the west lawn of Mary Lyon Hall. The two plays presented by members of Pan-Athenaeum drew forth much appreciation and many smiles. Music was supplied by the school orchestra. Following these exercises the Seniors performed the traditional ceremony of planting the ivy. The next day dawned bright and clear. It was the most important day of the week, for it spelled graduation for many girls. To the strains of the Tannhauser March, played by the school orchestra, the Seniors filed into the theater (for the largest auditorium in Plymouth was not large enough to accommodate all the friends and alumni). The speaker was Dr. Henry C. Morrison, Professor of Secondary Education at the University of Chicago. When [134] The Conning Tower of 1932 those Seniors marched out, each with a diploma in her hand, it saddened us, as underclassmen, for we realized they were marching away from P. N. S. and from us. But we were proud of them, and we rejoiced in their achievement of graduation honors. Saturday afternoon exercises were held in the Congregational Church. They marked an Alumni reunion and the sixtieth anniversary of Plymouth Normal School. Several distinguished speakers were present, each representing some institution of New Hampshire. Three former commissioners of education of New Hampshire spoke, and our present commissioner, Mr. Pringlf. Following this meeting, afternoon tea was served in Mary Lyon Hall. , That evening at seven o’clock the Alumni Banquet was served in the dining-room of Mary Lyon Hall. A program of speeches and music was presented. Those who remained of the group who that day had become Alumni of the school, decided that the next best thing to being a student of P. N. S. is being an alumnus of P. N. S. Thus an evening of merriment and laughter ended that “last week”. Dorothy Whiteley. Senior Prom Lanterns glowing, rhythm flowing, ’31 shining high! Eyes are meeting, hearts are beating, ’31 dancing by! Gowns a-ruffle, feet a-shuffle, Old time picture rare, Soft breeze blowing, flowers growing, Old-time garden fair. Music haunting, nothing wanting, Senior Prom so gay. Everyone smiling, what so beguiling. Senior Prom so gay! Mary Lyon Hall fairly beamed as she welcomed her guests that evening. Her recreation room was beautifully adorned with flowers everywhere. From her music room poured the delicate strains of Nevin, Schubert, Chopin, and of other noted composers. Pages chosen from the undergraduates aided in welcoming and receiving the guests. They were appropriately gowned in old-fashioned dresses of pastel tints. These girls were: Rosalind Gould, Charlotte Floyd, Hazel Douglas, Mildred Harvey, Mary Clark, Billie Pennock, and Helena Sullivan. The reception took place at eight o’clock. The Seniors had chosen as guests of honor: Dr. Silver and Mrs. Spurr, Dr. and Mrs. Lamson, Supt. and Mrs. Speare, Prof, and Mrs. Harry P. Swett, Miss Laura Bell McLean, Mrs. [135] The Conning Tower of 1932 Eva Earll Furlong, Mrs. Mabel Haigh, Mrs. George Leatherbury, Mr. and Mrs. J. Edward Maynard, and Mr. and Mrs. George H. Adams. After the reception, dancing followed in the gym. which to an observer looked as if a fairy queen had waved her magic wand and had transformed it all into a beautiful old-fashioned garden. The grand march was led by Miss Connor and Mr. Haywood. Dancing continued until the eleventh dance when refreshments were served in the candle-lighted dining-room. The shining white linen of the candle lighted tables, the black of the formal evening suits, and the pastel shaded gowns presented a beautiful color harmony. Dancing was again resumed with the favor dance led by Miss Holmes and Mr. Norse. The guests were presented with chiseled silver cigarette cases which had the school monogram in one corner. The favors were distributed by Mildred Harvey and Billie Pennock. The strains of the last waltz were heard, from above floated a cloud of pastel, brightly colored, various shaped balloons. The guests represented many schools and colleges, among them being New Hampshire University, Dartmouth, Bowdoin, University of Maine, Keene Normal School, Boston University, Clark University, Cornell, North Easton, and the Philadelphia School of Osteopathy. The success of the prom was due greatly to the efforts of the dance committee, consisting of the following Seniors: Nelliemae Connor, Anne Glennon, Barbara Holmes, Bertha Emery, Florence McLean, Phyllis Hayward, and Esther Tefft. An old-fashioned garden of new-fashioned girls, Flowers and evergreen trailing, Old-fashioned dances with new-fashioned twirls, Back of an old-fashioned paling. Old-fashioned belles luring new-fashioned beaux, Bright eyes and gay laughter thrilling. Old-fashioned gowns to new slippered toes, Light hearts with sweet romance filling. Old-fashioned happiness, new-fashioned fun, Soft lanterns glow o’er the setting, Old-fashioned Prom, though over and done, For them there can be no forgetting. Mary Clark. [136] 'Such tight! at youthful pot it dream On Summer evet by haunted itream.' The Conning Tower of 1932 Dramatis Personae Duke, banished .......................................................... Virginia Lamson Frederick, his brother . Ruth Day Le Beau, a courtier ......................................................... Regis Horace Amiens and Jaques, Lords attending upon the banished duke, Anna Collin and Meredith Sisco Oliver and Orlando, sons of Sir Rowland de Boys........... Althea Keezer and Imelda Smith Adam, servant to Oliver ..................................................... Anna Hersam Touchstone, a clown ..................................................... Catherine Kearns Silvius, a shepherd ........................................................ Helen Tibbetts Rosalind, daughter to the banished duke ................................... Billie Pennock Celia, daughter to Frederick ............................................... Arline Silsby Phebe, a shepherdess .................................................... Beatrice Wheeler Wood Nymphs:— Beatrice Colby, Lucy Frye, Phyllis Ham, Anna Hussey, Frances Lagacy, Elizabeth McLaughlin, Marion O’Connor, Dorothy Stevens, Helena Sullivan, Isabel Twombly. Archers:— Alice Baldwin, Helen Blodgett, Anna Collin, Josephine Craton, Doris Forbes, Beatrice Goldthwaite, Helen Oski, Elizabeth Whitcher. Shepherds and Shepherdesses:— Alice Deprez, Inez Fox, Gertrude French, Lillian Henault, Pearl Houston, Dorothea Lynch, Jeannette Paquin, Alice Powers, Helen Tibbetts, Beatrice Wheeler. [138] The Conning Tower of 1932 The Sexagesimal 1931 Sixty years ago Plymouth Normal School first took a place in the march of educational progress. At first, the steps were uncertain, the paces short. Soon, however, under the guidance of efficient directors and with the support and cooperation of earnest, ambitious students, the steps became firmer, the paces longer. Rapid advancement was made until now Plymouth is rated with the Grade A Teachers Colleges. Nature seemed anxious to make June 13, 1931 a memorable day. The sun, drifting across the deep blue sky, made everything look so bright and fresh. Even the little birds were chirping songs of congratulation. The anniversary program opened with a meeting of Plymouth alumni and friends in the Methodist Church on Saturday afternoon, at two o’clock. In the audience were members of various classes, from the very first years to some who had just received their diplomas that morning. Dr. Silver introduced each of the speakers, usually with a humorous incident in which the speaker was the main character. In response to the hospitable greeting of our President, representatives of the State, the State Board of Education, Dartmouth College, New Hampshire University, Keene Normal School, New Hampshire Superintendents, and the town of Plymouth spoke a few words of congratulation on the success which Plymouth has attained and of sincere wishes for future advancement. Each speaker emphasized the fact that progress does not come without effort and that much credit is due to Dr. Silver for the development which has taken place over the period of twenty years of his untiring zeal and efficient administration. The anniversary celebration disclosed the fact that the spirit of loyalty and appreciation so evident in students does not burn out even with the passing of many years. Some of the alumni who have lost their youthful vigor and health showed their enthusiasm by letters. Dr. Silver read several of those—enough so the audience felt that there were many in attendance in spirit only. Fortune was unusually good to us, and we were enabled to hear from each of the only four commissioners New Hampshire has had. After hearing from Mr. Channing Folsom, it was easy to realize how New Hampshire schools made much headway under his careful management. Although Mr. Morrison and Mr. Butterfield have transferred their interest elsewhere, yet they cannot help showing that New Hampshire is their “native land”. The afternoon program closed with a short talk by our present commissioner, Mr. Pringle. He described the high goal which New Hampshire education is aspiring to reach. With such an ambitious, sincere man as the pilot, this port will be safely reached. At 4:30, afternoon tea was served at Mary Lyon Hall. Old friendships were renewed and such tales of reminiscence as those teacups heard. School girl pranks which seemingly had passed into oblivion were recalled. The fate [139] The Conning Tower of 1932 of one classmate and then another was discussed. The whole atmosphere was so friendly and cordial that it really did seem like “one big family . In the evening, the alumni banquet was held. The tables were tastefully decorated, and the soft shades of the dainty frocks added to the attractiveness. The banquet itself was one worthy of the occasion. The memorable feature, however, was the short talks by representatives of various classes. The memories which they spoke about made the years seem short. Those who were graduated recently spoke of the future rather than of the past. It takes time to add lustre and worth to memories. Sunday morning at 9:30, Chapel Assembly was held in Livermore Hall. Surely this reverent, dignified service must have called to the minds of the alumni many similar chapel exercises, especially the traditional last chapel. The sixtieth anniversary program closed with lunch at Loonside Camp. The alumni were justified in feeling proud of the camp which they made it possible for the school to have. The students of Plymouth who know how good meals taste at camp, how restful the camp beds are, and how refreshing is a week-end spent there, fully appreciate this gift of the alumni. Some of the alumni went out in the flat-bottom boat on Loon Lake, which nestles so snugly at the base of majestic Mt. Stinson. The sixtieth anniversary was certainly a happy occasion. Distinguished guests came or sent messages of congratulation. The progress of Plymouth Normal School was reiterated and the credit placed upon those responsible. A bright future with still greater advancement was pictured. The most significant feature, however, was the reunion of old classmates and friends, the revival of school spirit. It is the attitude of students and alumni which make progress possible. From the oldest alumnus to the youngest student, all members of Plymouth Normal School went to their homes after the sexagesimal celebration proud to claim Plymouth as their Alma Mater. Each heart held some memories of school days gone by which perpetually “bless and burn”. R. Horace. [140] The Conning Tower of 1932 Plymouth Library. Daniel Webster in Plymouth A ragged lad had a few pennies in his pocket to spend. He had come in from the farm and was examining with wide-eyed curiosity the merchandise of the village store. Finally he spied a handkerchief covered with printing and he bought it as eagerly as other lads have bought marbles or striped candy. The boy was Daniel Webster. The store was in the village of Salisbury, some forty miles south of Plymouth, which is now famous as his birthplace, and the printing, on the cheap handkerchief, which the boy read with keen pleasure, was the Constitution of the young United States of America. It would seem that the hand of fate already guided Daniel along the path of his country’s service. The childhood of Daniel Webster, the schools he attended, and his triumphs of oratory are a familiar story in the Granite State, a story beloved because its setting includes towns and buildings which are a part of New Hampshire life at present. We recognize with a glow of pride the very places where the great man worked and played. Probably most dramatic of any phase of his career was his defense of his alma mater in the Dartmouth College Case. No words make that case more real than Webster’s own, “It is the case of every man who has property of which he may be stripped” and “all those great lights of science, which for more than a century, have thrown their radiance over the land” .... “It is, sir,......a small college yet there are those who love it.” He won this [142] The Conning Tower of 1932 case, and this and other fiery speeches based on highest principles brought lasting honor to the nation and state of his birth. “His native state has honored his memory by placing his statue in the commanding position in front of her State House. Dartmouth College has recognized her obligation by erecting Webster Hall. The place of his birth is public property, dedicated to patriotism by loving remembrance. The town of Plymouth can be especially proud during the Webster commemoration because still standing on its original site and carefully preserved is the very building in Plymouth where at one of the opening trials of the Dartmouth College Case Webster pleaded. “His defense of the Constitution and the Union, in masterful thought and utterance, still lives in the graceful memories of increasing millions. In the annals of his country his words and deeds can never be blotted out.”— (Stackpole.) The men and women on the campus of our Alma Mater arc singularly privileged. They are always welcomed to Plymouth Library where they may read and study within the walls of the old court house permeated with the tradition of Daniel Webster. A Great Man No doubt there are hundreds of biographies in our library, yet there is no history there of the man who in my mind, is the greatest man in the world. He was born in a small town in Canada, but came to the United States at the age of eleven years and settled in New Hampshire where he is now residing. His educational opportunities were few, and as he was a member of a large family, it was necessary for him to work at an early age. At fourteen he began working as a filling carrier in a woolen mill where he is now employed as dresser, and, more or less, as a “right hand man”. In spite of his lack of education he advanced as far as possible because of his honesty, ambition, and never failing courage. At the age of twenty-four he married,—a wonderful girl, just as fine as himself. Two daughters were born, making a happy little foursome. The younger one took it upon herself to further her father’s education by teaching him during the long evenings what she had learned during the day. Perhaps this is where she acquired her vocation of school teaching. There was much illness in the family, and many nights this father rushed home from work to do the family washing, and yes, even wash floors. He was very seldom stern, always kind and loving, and ready to play the part of nursemaid to his children. He worked and saved in order that they might have what he was deprived of, an education and a fair start in life. • No one can speak of him with the honor, reverence, and love that I can, because this great man is my Dad. [143] Lillian Milotte. The Conning Tower of 1932 Changes in Our Banking System The years 1931-1932 will make history in many ways. 1932 is almost certain to bring about notable changes in American banking practice, since major changes in banking laws are clearly indicated by the present trend of events. The events of the past few years have brought out the weaknesses of our banking system, one of the most important being the existing competition between national and state banks. The fact that 2342 banks failed in twelve months ending October 31, 1931, made necessary immediate action. Therefore President Hoover began to prescribe. While his recommendations are conservative and planned to meet an emergency, they reveal certain weak points that call for permanent readjustment. These recommendations are a result of hundreds of conferences and studies by the most competent men in the country, belonging to all parties and aiming at a single purpose. Hoover's first proposal occurred on October 6, when he urged a National Credit Corporation, to be formed and financed by the banks themselves. Its purpose was to check bank failures and to assist business by the rediscount of bank assets not now eligible for rediscount at Federal Reserve Banks. This suggestion was immediately acted upon, and a concrete plan was given out on October 11. Subscription was asked on the basis of two percent of net demand and time deposits or ten percent of capital and surplus from all commercial banks. The corporation was chartered in Delaware. There are twelve directors, one from each Federal Reserve district. The corporation at the present time has potential cash resources of five hundred million dollars to loan on bonds, mortgages, and other collateral to banks which have need of placing themselves in a more liquid position. So far, it has lent ten million dollars, but in all probability the amount will increase greatly in 1932. The National Credit Corporation's accomplishing one of its aims in that the number of bank failures has decreased considerably since this system began. Since then President Hoover has made numerous proposals. One was the creation of a Federal Reconstruction Corporation to flank the National Credit Corporation. Its purpose is to furnish during the period of depression credits otherwise unobtainable under existing circumstances in order to give confidence to agriculture, industry, and labor against further paralyzing influences. A bill was put through Congress and signed in January by President Hoover. Excerpts from his speech are: “Its purpose is to stop deflation in agricul- ture and industry, and thus to increase employment by the restoration of men to their normal jobs. It is not created for the aid of big industries or big banks. Such institutions are amply able to take care of themselves. It is created for the support of the smaller banks and financial institutions.” There is to be an appropriation of five hundred million dollars. In addition to this the corporation will have authority to issue bonds totaling a billion and a half more. The securities will bear a Treasury guarantee. With this huge fund it will make loans to railroads, banks, agriculture, and other interests in need of [144] The Conning Tower of 1932 credit. Charles G. Dawes heads the board while Secretary Mellon, Governor Meyer of the Federal Reserve Board, and Paul Bestor, Federal Farm Loan Commissioner, serve ex-officio. On the same day another important item of the President’s program for invigorating business was passed and signed by the President. This was 4 measure designed to increase the capitalization of the Land Bank system by $125,000,000. Of that amount, $25,000,000 is earmarked to enable the banks, at their discretion, to postpone the mortgage installment payments of needy farmer borrowers. Another of the President’s measures proposing the creation of a system of home loan discount banks to encourage home building is being discussed before a Senate banking sub-committee. The bill calls for a system of twelve home loan discount banks. The initial capital is fixed at a minimum of $150,-000,000. The measure authorizes an appropriation of this amount by the Federal government for working capital with provision for its eventual return to the Federal Treasury. With this initial capital the banks could finance between $1,500,000,000 to $2,000,000,000, raising funds by means of bond or note issues of a type which will appeal to conservative investors. The collateral security behind them will be first mortagages on homes. Supervision will be by five members appointed by the President. The board will appoint four of the seven directors of each regional discount bank. At this same time, the Glass banking bill was before a Senate banking sub-committee. It includes the following points in the Hoover program: broadening of paper eligible to rediscount by the Federal Reserve in times of emergency; relief to depositors of closed banks; and safe guarding of depositors in national banks. It provides for a liquidating corporation within the Federal Reserve system to speed payments to depositors of closed national and state banks. A sum of two million dollars would be appropriated. State-wide branch banking by national banks would be authorized in those states now permitting branch banking. These measures are all occurrences since President Hoover’s proposal for a National Credit Corporation on October 6. Numerous suggestions have been made by other leaders. Mr. Pole, Comptroller of Currency, recommends branch banking since, he believes, small banks have caused so many failures. He also suggests that compulsory membership in the Federal Reserve System would solve many problems. President Hoover would have the system more inclusive in membership than at present. It has been suggested that there be a prohibitive tax on checks drawn on state banks when they are sent across the state lines. This is sufficient evidence to show that 1932 will be an eventful year with regard to our banking system. Whether or not these measures will prove satisfactory or otherwise is a question which can be settled only by time. 1145] Mildred Plummer. The Conning Tower of 1932 Veterans Late fall rain clouds were lifting from dark, rain soaked hills, and the mist parted for a few seconds revealing a copper tinted sky, brightened by a late afternoon sun. The quaint figure of a Civil War veteran stood erect on a granite pedestal against the bright bit of sky. The bronze features were lifted to face the world, and the strange light enhanced an expression of undaunted courage and strong belief in a purpose. The broad shoulders were thrown back and sturdy hands firmly gripped a rifle. What an odd character to be standing alone in the center of a peaceful, drowsy, almost deserted New Hampshire village! It seemed as though the scene saddened the eyes beneath the visor of the bronze cap. For the changes that have occurred since he first came to the village could but sadden the heart of any careful observer. In fields where merry children laughed at play are one or two lean cows disconsolately munching frost-bitten grass. The men and women who then worked briskly in their little homes are now bent with age and care. They no longer sing as they work. The mighty slow-moving oxen that plowed the fields and dragged the huge logs are gone forever. The white church on the hill where the kind-faced minister talked with his people is barred and shuttered. The friendly church bell that summoned large families to church has remained dumb through hundreds of Sabbaths. An old man leaning on a gnarled cane moved slowly down the edge of the village street. There were no other pedestrians in sight, and the village appeared lifeless except for the line of cars moving swiftly north and south along the black ribbon that was the state highway,—cars that hardly gave an old man space enough to walk beneath the ancient elms that he had planted many years ago. The old shoulders and gray head were bowed and the dull blue eyes watched only the worn cow-hide boots as they plodded unsteadily along. A shrill, raucous siren horn blown close behind him thrust a sharp blade of momentary fright through the old man. He lifed his face dazedly and as his vision cleared, saw the bronze war veteran standing immobile against a background of copper-tinted sky.—“Ah, no, he was not alone. Never would he go to a distant, more prosperous land, away from the bronze veteran, ever-faithful symbol of the years when he was a man in his prime, strong and active, surrounded by those who loved and respected him.” The old eyes brightened, the broad bent shoulders straightened and an inner light suffused the wrinkled face of the old man as his cane tapped resolutely down the hard, black road. Harriett Harmon. [146] The Conning Tower of 1932 Reflections Original Child Verses by Two- Year Students Things I Think The tiny little blue-bells Are extra snips of sky, Fashioned by the fairies And hung on stems to dry. The dancing little butterflies With wings of gold and red, Are pieces of the sunset Who forgot to go to bed. The roses in my garden Are dress-shops for the queen, Where she buys her summer dresses Of yellow, pink, or cream. The big, blue, buzzing bottle fly Has an airplane in each wing; He carries to the elves their mail, And laughs to hear them sing. As for the fuzzy caterpillers, That are striped all up and down, I know they have been toasted, For they are so soft and brown. Ruth Colby. Something There’s something to listening to birdies ’Cause that’s something that grown-ups can’t do. There’s something to talking to flowers ’Cause big folks believe it’s not true. There’s something nice about wee shining brooks, They have stories to tell you each day; It’s so very nice to be little, If you’ll listen, here’s what I’d say, There’s something nice in being tiny— It makes you jump and leap and shout: And the best part of all, I’ll tell you, Grown folks don’t know what it’s all about. Doris Chirurg. [147] The Conning Tower o f 19 3 2 The Moon One night when I was tucked in bed, I saw the moon rise overhead. He seemed to look at me and say “Why don’t you come out doors and play?” I thought I heard the fairies sing, As they danced around their golden ring: I did so want to see them play, But I knew if I looked, they would run away. So I covered my head from the saucy moon, For he came quite boldly into my room. The fairies danced, ’til by and by The wind sang me to sleep with a lullaby. Lucille Williamson. The Wind Out of the cold, dark sky Hark to the north wind blow, Carrying the leaves as it hastens On its journey to and fro. Among the rocks and trees, Hear how it sings, As it tries to tell you Wonderful, mysterious things. Donald Chase. The Fairy Story Read me a story, dear Mother, Of the fairies and fairyland, Of witches, of elves, and goblins And all the brave knights so grand. Where do the fairies live, Mother? Are they ever afraid at night? Who makes their beautiful dresses, That shine in the bright moon-light? I have wished that I were a fairy, I could always sing and play. But I’m tired and sleepy now, Mother, So with you I think I’ll stay. . Billie Pennock. [148] The Conning Tower of 1932 Disaster Today we dug a great big hole Out in the sand: It’s round and big and goes way down, Almost to China land. I wonder if well spoil their sky, When with our spoons we dig, To the land of rice and chopsticks With a hole so monstrous big. Ruth Spearman. The Circus Oh! the circus, the circus, That comes to our town! Brings elephants, tigers And many a clown. How I love the parade, Then the show in the tent, With trapezes and tight ropes, Oh, what an event! There are horses that dance; There are monkeys that sing. There’s a dare-devil rider ' Who jumps through a ring. I really do think That the best time of year Is the time when the circus Is at last really here. Catherine Dube. Dandelions See the dandelions bright and gay, In the field so green; Each one seems to nod and say, “Aren’t we fit for a queen?” Little Brother, as he played, Heard them say this to each other, So he dug them with his spade And brought them home to mother. Jessie Morganstern. [149] The Conning Tower of 1932 Realities The Gilberts lived on Jay Street, in a slovenly, dirty part of the town, frequented by shrieking, uncouth children, and shifty-eyed loafers who congregated at the street corners, conversing and leering at passersby. All of the houses, if they could be called that, were dilapidated and unpleasant, lined up, side by side, like boxes in a row. No space for little tots to play, or for tired parents to rest, nothing but the filthy gutters for the children and the open windows for adults. In summer practically all of the windows in the tenements of this district were open, and the upper bodies of men and women could be seen hanging over the sills, while they conversed in loud, raucous tones. Poverty, sordidness, obscene language, and ignorant illiterate manners reigned. In this environment Gladyce Gilbert was reared. Not very conducive to high, intellectual thinking, or burning ambitions, but the Gilberts were different. Probably the reason lay in the fact that Mrs. Gilbert had been educated, but, as many other women have done, she forfeited all for love. Her marriage to Rodney Gilbert, an unknown author struggling for recognition, meant poverty, discouragement, and heartache through many harassing years. Rodney was a dreamer and had great ambitions, but no will to carry out his plans. For months he sold none of his work, but constantly kept dreaming of the success he would have some day. “We’ll have a beautiful home as soon as I write my next story, Marcia,” he would say to his wife. Finally, after the arrival of Gladyce the pressure of added expense became unendurable, and one day, after a meagre lunch, Marcia burst out: “Rod, you’ve simply got to come down to earth, stop dreaming and face realities. Here we are, living in a slum district, with scarcely enough food, and a baby, too. What chance in life will she have? For heaven’s sake, do something—if nothing else try manual labor.” Many failures—no success, and an overwhelming discouragement for Rodney. The next month found him a common factory worker. A weak will and lack of perseverance the cause of a talented man’s downfall. Marcia shuddered at the thought. What a monotonous life. How soon the glamour disappears when the illusion is gone—nothing but stark reality— Rod, who possessed the makings of a genius, a common factory worker, a drab cottage in a slum district, and a baby— All her cherished hopes lay rn that child. How she worked and prayed for her, gave her the best, sacrificed everything always with the belief that some day her daughter would succeed. There had been one thing that Marcia had not sacrificed for marriage— her education; She knew its value, and determined that Gladyce should have [150] The Conning Tower of 1932 the best, so from babyhood on', Marcia devoted time daily, from her household duties, cultivating appreciation of the finer things in life, and building ideals. Somehow they managed to struggle through the years, and Gladyce graduated from high school with honors, special mention being given for her writing ability, for at an early age her aptitude in that field was marked and carefully nurtured by Marcia. From beautiful childhood to glorious girlhood, she had grown, and now was a willowy, dark-eyed, eager girl, ready to scale the ladder of fame, armed with only ambition, limited education, and courage, traits instilled in her by a mother’s faith in her ability. Gladyce loved to write stories, for she had strong creative power, and a multitude of stories .came into existence—all the while she was working in a department store, thereby adding to the family income. Although her work was satisfactory, her mind wasn’t on pots and pans, which she sold. She was studying people, and life. More stories resulted, and although not all of them were accepted, the few checks she did receive were treasured. About a year after Gladyce’s graduation, Marcia was crossing a thickly congested, downtown street, unaware of a high-powered machine speeding towards her. Suddenly a screeching of brakes and—oblivion— Rodney and Gladyce were frantic at the news. “She will rest comfortably now,” reported Dr. Stevens, “but”, he hesitated a little, “there is a danger of her becoming crippled unless an operation is performed.” The news left Gladyce shaken—her poor mother, who had sacrificed so much to give her an education—surely she deserved some recompense. Gladyce began writing feverishly. She must earn that $1000 for the operation. It was imperative—her mother’s life was at stake. That evening Rodney slipped out on an errand. Marcia was later able to sit up a little, but they knew an operation was inevitable for complete recovery. Gladyce worked doggedly and after a week her story was submitted in the prize-winning short story contest. Weeks flew, but no word from the publishers. “Please don’t let this be a failure,” she prayed. Since Marcia’s illness, Gladyce had read much aloud to her mother, and one bright morning a month later, her eyes grew round as she scanned a section of the paper. “Mother, look,” she gasped. They both stared at the article. “Father has written a book,” cried Gladyce. Marcia’s eyes lighted up. That evening when Rodney came home, Marcia said excitedly, “I thought you had given up writing, entirely, Rodney. I can’t believe the newspaper.” “I gave it up for awhile, dear, but for years, now, I’ve been trying, after working hours, to do something. I couldn’t let my own daughter get ahead [151] The Conning Tower of 1932 of me, could I? But it was you, Marcia, that inspired me to keep at it. Your influence on Gladyce influenced me, too, you see— Marcia's heart sang for joy. “Pm so happy, it hurts,” she exclaimed. “Probably you'll have two authors in the family now, dear, if I am any judge—letter for Gladyce—” “They have accepted my short story,” Gladyce cried triumphantly. This $500 check will help a great deal towards the operation, won't it?” “Gladyce,” Marcia said softly, “you now have a start in the right direction.” “And now,” said Rodney, displaying a check, “we will make the house of which I spoke twenty years ago, a reality.” I. Pohl. Chapel Speech Have you ever had occasion to say, “She has the map of Ireland on her face,” or, “By just looking at her, I. could see the Scotch flag waving in the breeze”? That sounds rather cruel, now doesn't it, but, believe it or not, I've been told practically the same thing—to my face at that! This is how it happened. At a social gathering one night, we were discussing ancestry, and I mentioned that I was of a combined Scotch-Irish descent. That let me in for much trouble. One of those assembled gave me a casual, all-involving glance and said, “I really suspected it. You know, Katie Mae, in general proportions you're really a frank expression of the Irish generosity. And your height—why, it's typically Scotch! So small, why one could at a glance see that you were built quite close!” Really, this can't go on. We must come to an understanding! The Scotch and the Irish aren't so terribly hard to get along with. How do I know? Well, one of my grandmothers is Scotch, and the other's Irish. Let me tell you something about my grandmothers. Let's consider my Scotch grandmother, speaking freely. Don't ever tell her I spoke of her freely though. That’s a breach of Scotch economic etiquette. How does she look? Well, she's small—I mean it in real reference to her height this time—and quite plump. Her hair is snow white, bobbed, too, and her rosy cheeks are a pride and joy. In spite of her eighty odd years, she loves to brace herself firmly on her two feet and exclaim, “Ai, I'm as soond as the bell of —,” Oh, I don't know, someplace or other, I never could get the right pronunciation, as many times as I've heard that exclamation. Oh yes, with a brogue. Both have it. By it I mean the brogue, of course. And this leads me to another thought. Why do so many people say with such evident disgust, “Her brogue was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.” Why, that’s an injustice. Truly, their soft slurring has real beauty for my ears. My Irish grandmother's brogue probably has more appeal to me because of the part her soft voice played in my early childhood. If I were to be pun- 1152] The Conning Tower of 1932 ished for some childish misdemeanor, my grandmother would gently push my mother away and say, “Arra musha, child. The tiny tot will be checked enough before she has her size. Whist, now, little Kate, and be gone with you.” Somehow there’s real beauty in those words for me. Are the Scotch really Scotch? Well, before I come back to school after our vacation, I always visit my grandmothers to bid them good-bye, of course, and, well, for financial reasons, too. Grandmother Kearns will say, “Ai, lassie, I canna gae ya but a few pence, now. But you’ll be doon again soon, ai?” Ai, and that’s one thing about Grandmother Kearns. When she says a few pence—that’s just exactly what she means! This is the visit to Erin’s daughter. “Faith, an’ I know ye can make use of a few pennies. Take ’em, now, and may your guardian angel keep ’ou day and night until ’ou come home again.” But, somehow, her pennies accumulate in value in passing from hand to hand, from a few pennies to a few hundred pennies. Oh, well, there’s no more I can say to convince you, if you don’t already agree that the Irish are Irish, and the Scotch are—Scotch! Katherine Kearns. Silent Night The moon shone down on a mass of rugged hills, granite-capped and clothed with forests of pine, that murmured restlessly in the night wind. A small dwelling, it could scarcely be called a house, nestled against the side of a dark hill as though seeking protection. It was the only shelter left behind in the brush-cluttered clearing when a portable saw-mill had moved to new timber lots a year before. This abode was black and dilapidated, but the moonlight robbed it of the dejected aspect it bore in the sunlight. From the one window shone a ray of lamplight that ciit through the trees on the outer edge of the clearing and was visible from the valley below. -‘V A woman approached the window, and standing at a distance of a few inches from it so that the cold that came through the rattling panes would not hit her directly, gazed out on a beautiful winter scene, more perfect than any picture ever painted; and her tired gray eyes grew soft and dreamy with the peace and beauty just outside her window. Turning back toward the center of the room she twisted her mouth into a wry little smile at the thought of the tricks Fate had played on her. Beside an old, rusty kitchen stove sat her husband in dirty, patched clothes, scarred pipe in the corner of his mouth and eyes half closed. Twenty years before he had been a fine wood-chopper but both Prohibition and a woman’s love had failed to save his manhood; - In his pockets there was not a cent and it was Christmas Eve! At a rickety table constructed of planks, sat four children, ranging in age from three to eighteen years. The little three-year old girl with bright blue eyes and yellow hair fluffing abont a thin, white face, clapped her hands [153] The Conning Tower of 1932 at the story her older sister had just finished. “Santa Claus was jes’ goin’ t’ bring her a sweepy doll.” But her eighteen year old brother, too often disillusioned, growled something at her about being “a crazy kid to believe those fool stories”. In the gruff tones the watching mother sensed the ache of unshed tears in her big boy’s throat, and she silently breathed a prayer of thanks that the little one was too young to have any premonition of the sad reality to come with the morrow. No Santa Claus would ever come down that wobbly stove-pipe chimney, and there was no sleeping doll hidden in the pitiful shack. Even more disheartening than that, there was little but salt pork and flour to furnish the children’s Christmas repast. The mother felt suddenly as though anything would be preferable to awaking in the morning and seeing the chill room without a sign of Christmas. The noise of a snorting Ford drew her once more to the chilly window. She thought “Who is so desperate as to be driving up the mountain through the drifted snow on a night so cold?” The car slowed to a halt. “Probably lost and trying to turn around. Well, what of it? They should’ve known more.” Then there was a loud knock at the door. “What new trouble is this at nine o’clock on Christmas Eve? Who but the sheriff would want any of them tonight?” The woman, at last, cautiously opened the door enough to peer out. The cold air rushing into the room blew her straggling hair away from her face making it more gaunt and anxious than usual. A man was standing outside, and he had something in his hands, but she did not recognize him. Slowly but firmly he pushed the door open, stepped within, said, “Good-evening”, deposited a large carton on the floor, and returned to his worn little car. Once more he entered the shack, left another large box, said “Merry Christmas!” with a twinkle in his brown eyes and went quickly out into the night. The surprised family had acted as though frozen by an apparition, but suddenly the woman crossed to the door, opened it wide, and her voice harsh with emotion called—“We thank yez.” As the Ford rattled down the hill the children pounced upon the packages, but the mother coaxed them to their hard bunks, joyfully telling the old Dutch tale that there would be nothing but switches for them in the morning if they did not mind and save the packages until Christmas day. The children chattered excitedly for a long time, and her big boy stubbornly refused to go to bed for several hours. At last they were all soundly sleeping, even her husband, and the woman quickly opened one of the parcels. Her rough fingers trembled with suspense and hope and hindered the revealing of the contents. The first objects that met her eyes were a sleeping doll and a fine book of scientific forestry that would rob her eldest son’s eyes of their sullen scorn. [154] Harriett Harmon. The Conning Tower of 1932 A Gift Pete drew back his lips in an ugly snarl and stepped aside to let the gay party sweep past him. He turned his head and stared at their retreating backs, anger and envy and hate in his glare. Then he turned and trudged heavily on up the street, the cumbersome market basket swinging awkwardly to and fro. Those people he had met had everything: he had nothing but what charity had given him. That wasn’t much either, considering he’d had nothing to eat since yesterday. It wasn’t fair. No, but it was true. Probably they thought he was any common tramp, but he wasn’t. No! he’d been an honest hard worker once—he would be now but—for—There! he’d been trying not to think about those things. He’d think about the food instead. That would be more pleasant. He sniffed deeply in hungry anticipation. What could be inside? He’d guess just for the fun of it. Rolls? Oh yes, therfe nlust be. With butter? U-m-m-m. Rolls and butter! With a tentative finger he lifted a corner of the napkin covering the basket and peered almost wolfishly inside. His eyes lost some of their dullness, almost shone. Right! by gum! They were even warm too. Rolls, doughnuts—everything a man could ask for. But wait,—he lifted the napkin a little higher—No, there wasn’t a thing to drink—not even milk. Not that it mattered much, but Pete had been brought up on a dairy farm and milk would taste good. Then as if in answer to his desire, the city milk truck went by, slowing up and stopping some rods ahead. The driver was disappearing onto a side street with arms filled. Maybe if he hurried up—there was room inside the basket to hide the bottle. The milkman wouldn’t see it. Probably he wouldn’t miss one quart, and it’d been a long time since Pete had owned even the money for a glass of milk to drink. But, no, just as he was within reach of the truck, the driver came hurrying out from the side street, eyed Pete suspiciously, and of course he had to walk along. His hopes fell flat. No use. He sighed hungrily as he watched the truck move out of sight. Somehow, nothing but that glass of milk seemed desirable now. Then he looked around in the nearing dusk. Hope rose again. Was that a bottle of milk on the porch of the bungalow? Yes, by gum, it was! The bungalow was on the corner too. What luck. It would take but a minute to slip up on that side street and just pick the bottle up. No one would notice him. The resolution once made Pete went swiftly down the street, across another and up beside the snug brown bungalow. Luck was with him. No one was looking and light was now dim enough so forms couldn’t be recognized. His chilled dirty fist went around the corner and clasped the slim, icy neck of the bottle and then stopped—for the window was open and a sweet anxious voice was saying. [155] The Conning Tower of 1932 “—couldn’t you do it just this once? Oh, Bob, couldn’t you?” “I hate to, Mary,” a grim husky voice answered, “Can’t we possibly get along until tomorrow?” “We could, but—” the voice trembled, “You see,—well we’ve only the quart of milk to depend on—and—and baby just must have his.” Then anxiously, “I do hope the milkman won’t forget to leave it.” “If we could get along until tomorrow,” the man’s voice answered desperately, “I could get some money advanced. I think they’d do it for me, but of course, it’s my first work for them. They mightn’t.” “But we’re hungry, Bob,” and the strained voice broke as she hushed the fretful baby. Old Pete’s fingers unclinched from around the bottle’s neck, and fell away. What kind of a coward was he? Stealing a baby’s milk! His rough, envious heart went out to them in sympathy. Didn’t he know just how they felt? It was worse for them than for him to accept charity. He w used to accepting charity, rather he enjoyed it in fact. Swiftly his hand came back to the handle of the heavy-laden basket. Firmly he thrust it up onto the porch beside the milk—then hesitated. Would they resent it as charity? His dulled mind searched in perplexity for a solution. Illumination came. He fumbled in the pocket of his dirty-tattered trousers and brought into view a blackened stub of a lead pencil and a torn scrap of wrapping paper. In the dimming light he wrote slowly and with scrupulous patience, his ear attentive for noise from within. “Please give this food to somebody what can use it. I’m going back home tonight. Money jest come, so I’m leaving this basket which I don’t need any longer here, cause it looks so much like home.” (A salty, wet smudge blotted the words.) He signed it simply, “Pete Gale”. From within came the sound of a chair pushed back, a man’s footstep and again a woman’s discouraged voice, “Bob, will you bring in the baby’s milk before you go?” 1. . Old Pete stuck the note beneath the napkin and turning, scuttled down the street. At the corner he turned and peered back. Under the glow of the porch light a tall figure was bending over a basket; a shorter, slighter figure stood in the shadow of the doorway. Pete pulled his belt a couple of notches tighter, turned away, and marched off into the darkness. Elizabeth Chase. [156] The Conning Tower of 1932 Langdon Park Plymouth Normal School’s natural beauty spot, situated but a few rods from the school, is easily accessible at all times. The Baker River, with its ripples and curves, outlines the northern boundary and also forms a white sandy beach famous for its yearly camp fires. Stately firs, beeches, and white birch stand like sentinels guarding their secrets. These secrets, however, may be shared by all who will but explore the numerous paths. One will lead you to a quiet pond where in early winter, muskrats may be seen building their underwater homes. Another will lead to a quiet nook or to the top of a high ridge from which may be viewed a glorious sunset. The verdure, in the spring,, intermingled with flowers is a most inspiring scene. The colorful foliage of autumn is a spectacle worth admiring. The rustling leaves and brisk wind warn us that all good things must come to an end. But do these? A mid-winter scene will show us differently. The carpets of flowers are now replaced by a broad white mantle. The trees are spectres. Nature is a% peace with the world. The park’s two toboggan chutes are put into service. There will be coasting on the hills, skating on the pond, and snowshoeing and skiing on the levels. Do you still ask why Langdon Park is popular? Lucien Brunelle. — The C o'n n in g Tower of 1932 Mumps One day a little mump germ Was flying all around, And then it spied Miss Polly And said, “A home Pve found.” And before poor Polly knew it, He had jumped into her jaw, And there he made the dearest home You really ever saw. But Polly’s jaw was getting stiff, So to the nurse went she; And soon was told she’d have to stay In the infirmary. And there she went, and there she is, And there she’ll have to stay, Until the little mump germ Decides to fly away. E. Ephlin. Lucien B. (puzzled over the girl problem, talked it over with Baker). “Pve walked to school with her three times ’ he said, “carried her books and bought ice cream. Now, Baker, do you think I ought to kiss her?” “Naw,” Baker decided after a moment of deep thought. “You’ve done enough for that girl already.” Mrs. Furlong: The sentence, “My father had money,” is in the past tense. Now, Andy, what tense would you be speaking in if you said, “My father has money?” Andy: Pretense. Ten cents had been suggested for Forum dues when Regis Horace said enthusiastically: “And we can put in fifteen cents when we want a big feed!” Mr. Ernst (drily): “And twenty when we want a banquet.” Miss McGregor (in music class): “What do you do with triplets?” N. L.: “Put them to bed!” Father: “Why is it you’re always at the bottom of the class?” Regis: “It doesn’t make any difference, daddy, they teach the same thing at both ends.” Louise (speaking of college boys): “I like Brown men.” D. White: “I prefer white men.” Ruth: “Can you sing?” Betty Hunt: “I can’t carry a tune if it’s put in a tin pail with a cover on it!” M. Hughes: “Everyone on our alley ha? a busy sign up today.” S. Porter: “Oh! we are so busy we haven’t time to put one up.” Kay Tcbbetts informs us of a wretch without a “spank of manhood”. A certain instructor tells us that in the South a girl unmarried at eighteen is considered an old maid. We make the motion that P. N. S. be moved to Alaska. [159] The Connin.g Tower of 1932 If I Were President Many people have come forward lately with ideas about improving conditions in this country. I have an idea, but to carry it through, Pd have to be president. The first and most important thing I would do would be to reform the cabinet. Pve gone over and over my list of eligible people and have come to the conclusion that the following would be very well suited for their positions: 1. Secretary of the Treasury—Mr. Ernst. He could go over all the governmental accounts to find out just what departments were making a profit and what deparmtents were suffering a loss, and how and why. 2. Secretary of War—Mr. Swett. In the middle of a war he would simply say, “Stop and start over again!” 3. Attorney General—Mr. Pollard. He would enforce prohibition exactly as it’s being enforced now. 4. Postmaster General—Miss McLean. It is about time we had someone in this office who would design some artistic looking stamps. 5. Secretary of the Navy—Miss Turnbull. Tradition tells us that a few of our most famous admirals had that color of hair commonly referred to as “red”. 6. Secretary of the Interior—Miss Waugh. She could have some mountains moved nearer the school so that P. N. S. girls could go mountain climbing before breakfast. 7. Secretary of Agriculture—Mr. Abbott. He knows all about alfalfa. 8. Department of Labor—Miss Bickford. She knows how hard it is to get a job. —Qnce she was so hard up she had to go on the stage as one of the • Marx Brothers. 9. I would create a new office which I haven’t named yet, for Mr. Skelton. His first duty would be to raise teachers’ salaries to at least $5,000 a year. . 10. Last, but not least, I would appoint Miss Witham my private secretary and would dictate to her at least 400 words per minute. With a cabinet like this and a president like me, how could the depression help but get up and run away? M. Creeden. ri oi Photography in this book by J. E. PURDY COMPANY College and School Year Book Work Solicited 160 Tremont St. Boston, Mass. Elmer E. Huckihs Plumbing and Heating Stove Repairs and General Jobbing of All Kinds Tel. 169-3 Plymouth, N. H. PEASLEE The Druggist Soda Fountain Lunches Sheaffer’s Pens Plymouth, N. H. Ayer Insurance Agency (Inc.) SOUND INSURANCE backed by LIBERAL SETTLEMENTS Kidder Building Plymouth, N. H. J. W. HARROWER CO. CLOTHING FURNISHINGS HATS CAPS TRUNKS and BAGS SPORTS WEAR THE MEN’S STORE If you have them from ua, they’re right THE PLYMOUTH INN A. L. CARPENTER, Prop. 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