Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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The first year was hard work. but we had a good many happy times, for several Saturday afternoons we had receptions--jolly good times they were, too. The first one, on October 25, was given to the juniors by the Seniors to make us feel more at home. We were all surprised to find what real fun just girls could have. It was an informal party and we went home, feeling better acquainted, and really belonging to the school. The next month passed, but little by little a shadow came creeping over the school, for one morning the Chief justice sat at his desk, a .note-book in hand on which was the label Marks. A little word, but such terrors as it may bring! Une by one we filed up, re- ceived our sentence and passed along. Some faces wore relieved expressions, some distressed, but the hearts of all did not cease to palpitate until on the home- bound train for the Thanksgiving recess. Refreshed and hopeful we came back, ready for work again. Now we gave lessons to our class, taught about buds and seedlings, told stories in history and began to feel a wee bit teachery. Two months more passed and on January 18 we juniors entertained the Seniors and teachers. We had our gymnasium decorated with japanese lanterns and laurel. It was a pretty sight. Then by way of a sur- prise, we had a hurdy-gurdy grind out our music. At first we flew, but little by little with suggestions from the girls. ourllittle Italian organ grinder slowed her time and then everything was perfect. We tried to make our guests have a good time and they said they did. Festivities were now on, and on February 22, the '9

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though nothing had been said. It wasn't so bad after all--when it was over. Then we learned to know the flowers and trees. Qften we stood intently gazing up into a tree. The people thought that we were escaped inmates of the Danvers Asylum. We were only trying to discover how to tell that kind of a tree from all others, for we were learning that trees, as well as human beings, had that wonderful something called personality. It was a warm spring day and at a near-by open window appeared a little maid of four or live years of age, look- ing with wondering eyes down upon us. She broke the spell which the personality of the tree was making upon us, by exclaiming, What 'oo doin? Junior II literature class had rather a jolly time that year. You know its teacher. Gnce she remarked that she loved to be in the room with a rubber-plant, it was so sympathetic. The girls were bright, and wide-awake, but hard work was wearing upon them so that they began to think of sleep and rest. At the time they were reading Words- worth's To Sleep. Innocently enough the teacher asked, Miss Finn, did you ever think of sleep in this way before P The line ran thus: Come, blessed barrier between night and day. Well no, not exactly-that is-not until I came to this school, answered Finney. Yet this division felt envious at times, when they thought of the little, gentle lady who unlocked the hidden treasures and gave new thoughts to the other literature classes. She believed and taught, He is never alone who has noble thoughts. All our classes, too, vied with each other for the honors of the gymnasium. It was all good-natured rivalry. 18

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Seniors gave a dance, but it was very select. Only Seniors are to come, they said. But there were a few favored Juniors who came back and told the left-outs of the wonderful party. Would you believe it? They voted that it wasn't half so nice to have the boys as to have only girls. You may think this is not true. just ask Mildred. D Now came Mr. Adams' entertainment all in the dark room. Sitting on the window benches, gleefully we watched the screen before us. Carriages, horses and cars went by upside down. The best of all, though, was to watch the girls on the opposite side of the street marching up and down, carrying the American flag. That lesson of inverted images, given in the dark room, is a memorable event of the year. The greatest grief that has befallen our class during its career came during this spring term, when itlost one of its most popular and lovable classmates and friends, Miss Hart, of Lynn. Now came the last term of the year and a busy one it was. Seniors getting ready to graduate, and Juniors ready to take their places. During the last few weeks we had basket ball games, exciting ones, too, when blue and red banners were flying from the balconies and girlish voices grew hoarse with yelling. There was a field day, and a class play, given by the Seniors. We were allowed to come and looked on with rapt expres- sion. The play The Rivals, was given May 9. We enjoyed it and determined we'd have one in our Senior year, but we haven't. The last month of our Junior year was a busy one, 20