Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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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

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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

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Mr. Peggotty. IPRIZE Essfnnl p The characters of Dickens are interesting, not so much for what they do, fascina- ting though that is, as for what they are. They are so human and individual that they live on in our memories long after we have forgotten their places in the story. Such a living reality is Mr. Peggotty. Awkward and at times child-like to the point of absurdity, he is yet a true nobleman. No knight of the Round Table ever better exemplified utter hardihood, utter gentleness and loving, utter faithfulness in love. A poor fisherman, our hero has little outward polish, but he has something far better, the courtesy of the heart. His home is ruled by a spirit of kindliness, and is thrown open to all corners with a cordial hospitality. Now and again, too, we catch glimpses in his character of a gentleness and delicacy of feeling worthy of the highest refinement. llear him as he speaks to Emily, on that night when the soul of Barkis is going out with the tide: ff It's such a loving 'art, he says, ff that it can't abear the sorrer of this. Its nat'ral in young folk, when they're new to these here trials, and timid, like my little bird,-it's natlralf' As we watch him stroking her delicate head, we feel that no culture could teach him to deal more tenderly and eonsiderately with her shrinking heart. Again, he feels as if l'Imily's little belongings ff was her a'most. 'fl couldn't see one of 'em rough used a purpose,- not for the whole wureld, he says. As we listen, we can but feel the chivalry, amounting almost to reverence, awakened in his great heart by her gen- tleness and beauty. Balancing and throwing into relief his gentleness a1'e a wholesome cheerfulness and a steadfast strength. llow well we know his cheery smile l llow we love to join in his hearty laugh, -- a laugh, perhaps, at his own expense, for being 4' a babby in the form of a great Sea l'orkypinel NVith what fortitude he sustains the sighs and tears of Mrs. fiummidgel llow hopefully he looks toward the future when, almost an old man, he sets out with limily for Australia! Un that last visit to England, too, burdened though he is with his darling's broken spirit, how much he finds over which to be eheerful and even merry l l'nderlying his eheerfulness is his strength. We feel it whenever we lneet him. Quietly, as if it were a little thing, he takes up the burdens laid down by his brothers. I'i-esenlly one of those whom he has befriended brings grief upon him. lle shoulders this new burden as unhesilatingly as he has the others, planning, overcoming his pro- judiees, spending ungrudgingly, yet tolling on foot through sunnner heat and winter eold that he may save what he eau for the lost one. Nor is he less noble when, suffer- ing under the insults olTered him at Sleerforth's home, he restrains the passionate words whieh lliroln through his mind. lVe must notiee here, too, the sturdy indepen- denee nilh whieh he refuses to use Sl,4FUl'fHl'l,ll.N money, even for l'lmily's rescue. llni. noble us are these trails, there is in Mr. Peggotty yet a liner, his utter self lorgetfulness in the joys and sorrows of others. lVhen Mrs. flunnnidgo casts a gloom upon his otherwise eheerful home, his only feeling is a sincere sympathy for IH