Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

Page 22 text:

ence. For, according to rumor, these dignified bodies went sedately into recitations, on certain occasions recently, and were forthwith calmly requested to withdraw from the respective rooms. To think that these model Seniors should be so ignominiously dismissed from recitations! Such a thing is scarcely conceivable to a Junior. We wonder what could have been the cause of such an extraordinary occurrence. In this impressive body of worthy Seniors there are certain individuals who are deserving of special mention. The one foremost in my mind, as she is foremost in the class, is the one who presides over the meetings with such gentle dignity and sweet graciousness. Next is she who keeps the records, and whose opinion, once formed, is maintained through thick and thin. Then there is the young lady who possesses such fluency of speech and whose interest in ff unity and ff coherence is so great that she attends lectures for the express purpose of criticizing the speaker in these respects. Let us not forget the one recently inspired by the ff Muse of Poetry, which inspi- ration resulted in the class poem, and last of all the one lone brave man whose courage has been steadfast through two years of constant association with those of the opposite sex. During the first week of school-life it is a surprise to a Junior to find Seniors aH:able and capable of other interests than the studies with the long names, and to 'rind their conversation intelligible to even an ignorant mortal like a Junior. Although at first they seem so high above her, after a few weeks have passed, the tendency of that Junior to look up to them and to beam and glow for an hour after having been civilly greeted by one of their honorable body decreases. Then is the time when the Junior feels herself as one on the same height of the ladder of fame with the Seniors, rather than as one very near the bottom. In spite of all this what would school be without the Seniors ? The Juniors would deteriorate for want of a good example. May the class of '05 win many honors and set as good an example for their pupils as they have for members of the class of '06. U. A. R. '06. A I.I I'I'I.E SACRIFICE I ONCE MADE. I bought a hag of candy one day and my brother saw a lump under my coat and asked what it was. I said it was nothing particular, but he was curious to know what it was so he felt of it and it folt like paper. Ile had guessed what it was for he said H shout. I gave him half the candy and that was my sacrifice. Soothsayer-Beware the ides of March. flacsare-llc is a drummerg let us leave him : pass. 'I'mu:licr: What is your fathcr's name, Ilcnry ? Henry: -flvlnnklyj I donlt know. Toarzhcrz e What docs your mother call him ? Henry: -I'a. I6

Page 21 text:

Juniors' Impressions of Seniors. .f'1N ,X MK! x XTX l z N . ' bs . ,- u -rr 'WTA'-1555 T X x 'tr I ,X S Xff XAFI 2-. 5 ,, MAGINE if you can, the feelings Tom Thumb might experience . on entering a meeting of our big, burly, intellectual American citi- es .,.- .4n, , zens, and you will realize, in part, the state of mind of us poor wee Juniors, on our first appearance at Normal School. One by one we entered the Main Hall, casting timid glances to right. then to left, in sea1'ch of others who looked as ill-at-ease as we felt. On the right of the hall all was talking, laughing, hand-shak- ing, and embracing, this was surely not the place for us, but the domain of self-pos- sessed and assured Seniors, on the left, however, were eighty or more constrained, uncomfortable looking individuals, undoubtedly our classmates-to-be, and so we found our places among them. When classes were called, we, on the right side of the room, stood dazed and wondering, not knowing where to turn next 3 our only course was to follow in the footsteps of the Seniors, those superior beings, whose familiarity with the intricacies of the vast edifice impressed us with an inexpressible awe. This launched us on the tide of imitation which was theuceforward to carry us relentlessly on its course. VVe poor, ignorant beings decided then and there that whatever the Seniors did must be correct and resolved to follow their example on every possible occasion. The first opportunity offered us was when the Seniors decided that lunch without milk was unsatisfactory and sent an order to a certain milkman to have milk left every day. So every morning the Seniors received their milk in bottles. Immediately we Juniors found that our lunches lacked something. VVe decided that that something was milk, so we too had milk come in bottles. The Seniors soon found the noon-hour dull and so repaired to the gymnasium for dancing. Immediately the noon-hour seemed dull to us, and we likewise began to indulge in this pastime. But would a Junior dare to enter the f'Gym'i if she found it occupied by no one but Seniors? Try one and see. Thus we followed the example of the Seniors as a body, but refrained, much as we like cream-pie, from taking pattern from that Senior who had her cream-pie deliv- ered at the qyice. Although we resolved to follow the example of the Seniors, and although We accept as a matter of course the fact that they are our superiors, we resent having this unmis- takable fact presented to us at every hour in the day. VVe go to the H Gym and hear that the Seniors do such a jump, but of course we are not expected to do what they do. We hardly recover from our chagrin when, on going up-stairs to the main hall, we are told that the Seniors keep their desks neat and that it would be to our credit to do likewise. Is it because they have fewer books or more time? From the library comes the statement that Seniors return their books when they are due and Juniors are re- quested to do the same. i sh 'lf ' ,yr- A fi r 'ML ' --A 'J SFX - l fr ' ,A Ma , There are, however, incidents in the Seniors' life which we have no desire to experi- 15

Page 23 text:

Sing a song of boycott, 'Tis a tale of woe, Tale of a rebellion, Tale of overthrow. All About the Boycott! Seniors sick of thin stew, Juniors sick of ham, All are sick of baker's bread, Nothing but a sham. Rolls are growing smaller, Ice cream's no longer sweet, Cocoa that's half water, Surely can be beat. Seniors get in bunches, Say it shan't be so, Juniors join the boycott, Simply can't say ff no. Does a glance at cream-pie Plan is quite successful, Come from 'neath their locks? At the next noontime, No, for each one holds fast From the depths of purses, A Uneeda Biscuit box. No nickel comes, no dime. Straight the angry super, With utensils all, Leaves the nest of strikers, Leaves old Normal Hall. Now when empty Seniors, Empty Juniors too, Find an empty lunchroom 'Tis quite depressing, true. But there's no din of voices, No more the cry ff fried fishj' And all is peace and quiet, lVhat better could one wish! There's a deal of comfort, too, In doing as they like, So munching peanut sandwiches, They glory in the strike. 17