Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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Prophecy. QAI1 Extract from the Diary rf Dr. Havenj X. June 27, 1930. l l, 5 'X To-day is the twenty-fifth anniversary of our 'ln' f..-Q-E graduation from the dear old Salem Normal ,I li i : +l51f School, and the girls are scattered far and wide. gf. Em: ig ,A How I should love to see them all I Four of us 7' are here at the hospital, Dr. Gale and myself as age, 'fn X surgeons and Alice Jones and Elizabeth Welsh as iw 'A N two of our most efficient nurses. But, there! I fi sh' must stop these longings for knowledge of my sf-hx vuvll ,',c I other classipatesxand get a fkew hgurs if rest. - i f gi S-- 'X' -i K Sa t ' l u It is twelve o'clock now, three hours since I N f-T4- , .g I ' 71- ' . f - wrote the first of this entry. Just as I closed the diary, I heard a slight rnstle behind my chair, and turning saw a bent old lady who looked as if she had just returned from the seven- teenth century. A lean, black cat rubbing against her feet and a broomstick in her bony hand convinced me that she was a witch. She informed me that she was Patience White of Salem and that this was the night on which she was allowed to entertain a mortal. With her supernatural power shevhad learned of my desire to see my class- mates and had come to gratify it. ff If you wish to see your old friends, mount my steed, for he can easily bear us both, she said, and as she spoke she pushed her broom- stick invitingly toward me. My curiosity got the better of my New England con- science, and I mounted behind Mistress Patience. 4' To the Normal School, firstf, she said, and away we tiew, until at last we dismounted at the schoolhouse door. VVe entered and saw on the wall of the vestibule a huge tablet on which were emblazoned the names of the faculty. First on the list were these familiar names: Mabel Gray, principal and teacher of pedagogy 3 Florence Tadgell, examiner of desks and distributor of red Dlsg and Marion Robbins, critic. As I read the first name, my guide chuckled and asked, ff Did you ever hear this expression, ' It is impossible to overestimate the stupidity of the learner? ' 3' YVe went to the lunch room and found it greatly changed. The tables were covered with snowy cloths and provided with sugar, salt and various other comforts of home, and in the center of each table was a tiny plant in a jardiniere made in the industrial laboratory. It was an ideal lunch room, run by Jennie Dickson, who never allowed a corner on anything. I found that the names of the model school teachers were all unfamiliar, except that of the kindergartner, Maud Kenney. Has she forgotten her resolutions? When we left the school, we went to Devereux Beach where Gladys Budgell still has her cottage, ff A Day's Retreat. Here I found a merry party, Susie, Esther, Alona, and Grace Sneden. I told them where I had been and asked forthe news. Our hostess now makes bows to her heartis content in Fernikee's and has an old friend in the floor walker, Amy Bradbury, Gladys also told me of Rebecca. She is a travelling companion and entertainer for an old lady of many aches and pains. Susie told me 23