Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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about the Lynn girls. Laura Bailey has succeeded Johnny West, and no customer is ever told that she is ff just out of Squirrel Brands, but will have some morenext month. Nell Galvin still believes in the all-potency of sociability in the class-room and practices what she preaches. Bertha Fellows delivers semi-annual lectures on lo- cal geography to long-suffering S. N. S. seniors, and Mildred Graham speaks on ff in- signitieant Hgures, their uses and abusesf, Mary Perkins has given up teaching school and is keeping house for her beloved brother. Irena teaches music and gymnastics in a nearby school and boards with Mary. Sue herself followed her profession until she was gathered into a home's happy Foulds. QUand s don't talk, childrenj. Grace said she had just returned from Europe where she has been travelling as an advertisement of the wonders performed on an American voice by Hiram Corson's ff Voice and Spiritual Education ll bitters. While she was in England she visited Lady Dorrice, lady in title now, as well as in bearing and being. Grace told me also about Abbie and Katherine Enlind. She often visits Abbie, who, by her sweet face and gra- cious manners, has won everybody and everything, even the elements, the wind, snow and Hale. Katherine's little boys know nothing about ft George, the H hatchet, and the cherry tree, because their mother believes in telling only true stories. Alona had a great deal to tell me. She is in this state for a month for the purpose of lectur- ing on the college which she founded in the mountain region of Kentucky in answer to the piteous cries of the monntaincers. The missionary spirit was evidently strong in our class, for everyone on her staff is one of our members. Sadie Reed teaches draw- ing, Mollie Norton, gymnastics, Mary Gainard, language, Edna Ramsdell, botauy, Mary Metirath, geography, that ff science of the earth in its relation to the life of man, Lena Seitlen, aritlunetic, Millieent Perkins, housekeeping, and Ethel Swett, P. M., mono-to-ny. listher, now known as the school-niarm with the arm that never tires, so assidu- ously does she wield the rod, is still talking of going west. She said that Elsie and Lulu are still unseparated, for they teach in adjoining rooms in her building in Groveland. lfroiu Devereux we went to llostou, where, in a large publishing house, we found lless l'arker presiding over a body of reporters. Chief among these reporters was Jo Minard, who proliting by her work on ff the book, has produced some new kids for the eoxnie sheet ol' the Sunday paper, which are better than the ff Katzenjammers or even ff Willie Westinghouse Edison Smith. Bess said that she often received accounts of Ida lianeroft, one of the typical new women, president of sixteen different clubs and soeieties, and independent in all things. She also showed me a clipping which de- scribed a large ehureh wedding in which Gertrude Wooluer was one of the contract- ing parties. liertrude now presides over a mansion in Maine and is noted for bel' delieious spreads, Next, door to Ili-ssie's, Elizabeth lVhiteonib has an oliice where she may be found at any tiine, fully tputlilied to answer all questions on love and senti- llllflli. The witeh tooli ine next lo a eity sehool which had not yet closed. In one room l saw Ili-na teneliing the lillle tots to niaho aprons, pillow-slips and other useful and ornainenlal things. Stiuuling outside the next door I eould not hear tl. sound from within the rooui. It nas Miss llodglaius' rooiu, tho best disciplined inthe State, and I It-aiued that the set-rot of her success lay in her power to overawe unruly pupils by the 24

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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

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severity of her manner. From the next room came dire sounds. On entering, I saw Emma McKinley standing before her class flourishing a baton and saying, H Ready, now, begin l 'S Ta-za-fa, ta-fa ta-fa-ta, twenty-three in-ches make one foot, rhythmi- cally droned the class. Another surprise awaited me in the next room, for there was Gertrude Connor with prim dress, prim smile, primly parted hair, a sober, staid school-teacher, who never mentions the other sex except to say, H Ah-men l I visited Miss Elkins' room but found that she was enjoying an excursion to WVashington, as the most popular teacher in the city. On her desk, however, I discovered a book entitled ff Systems of the Earth lVorm, a Systematic Account of the Researches of the Class of 1905, of the Salem Normal School? The author of this famous book was Mabel Tur- ner, teacher of biology at Loring Villa. So our labor was not for naught. It is well! So there are several of the girls still teaching. Yes, and beside those I have men- tioned, I saw Florence Atkins in a dear little country school, Ethel Flanders, a missionary teacher in that country where 4' every prospect pleases, and only man is vile, Miss Henderson, supervisor of drawing in Rio Janeiro, Mr. Sheehan, permanent substitute in Danvers, and May Arnold, coach for the S. N. S. basket ball teams. While not exactly a teacher, still closely connected with schools as a member of the state board of education, is Elizabeth Ferguson, now clothed in cap and gown, the stately president of VVellesley College. Among those to whom she has given degrees is Clara Clement. Elizabeth has established a new course of study in the college, and the students are required to devote at least five hours a week to acquiring the art of story-telling. Martha Taylor is at the head of this department, where she has made it the aim of her life-work to raise the negro folk-lore to its deserved place in literature. Another educational branch which we must not forget is graced by the p1'esence of Bes- sie Bailey, our greatest scholar, and Isabel Bailey, upon whom has fallen the discarded mantle of Demosthenes. I wished to remain longer in the classic halls of Wellesley, but Dame Patience hurried me otf. IVe Hew down to Manchester-by-the-Sea to view the beauties of the place described in Lena Jones's famous poems. Cn the way we stopped to hear a few strains of an opera composed by Miss Cutting and rendered at Essex by the orchestra which she conducts. Then a few blocks away I saw-what I could hardly credit if it had been told me-May McDonough as drummer in a Salvation Army corps. May was always so bashful and quiet! VVhat strange change of character could have brought her to this? The musicians were playing a popular two-step, to which the other members of the corps sang the words of a hymn, and I watched expectantly to see May's feet keep time, but there was not a break in the steady march, and I could not help asking Dame Patience, 4' Is May afraid she is going to die V' The only answer I received was a chuckle as we flew on down to Manchester and thence to Lynn where I saw Maud Kennerson working on an arithmetic. She has already published one which goes far ahead of N ichols's. She charged me to send her all the impractical examples I could find. On the way to New York, Dame Patience herself gave me some information. Mabel Ca1'le is a professional story-teller, always prompt and ready with a story of any kind. Edith Gott retails original jokes at Minstrel shows, her favorite being, 'G If, in deep thinking, I should run my hand through my hair, and then discover a splinter in my finger, what should I naturally infer? 95