Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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The Teacher's Lament. Listen to this admonition, To this song of lamentation, From the Teachers, they the Mighty, To their pupils, to the Seniors ! O our Seniors! our poor Seniors l Listen to the words of wisdom, Listen to the words of warning, From the lips of these your Teachers, From your Masters, those above you! NVe have given you halls to sit in, We have given you books to read in, We have given you talks to think on, VVe have given you themes to write on Through the pleasant hours of morning, Through the resting-time of noonday, Through the darkening hours of evening, Through the long and silent midnight. We have filled the rooms with plant-life,- Filled the jars with pleurococci, Strewn the tables full of mushrooms g Boxes filled with jumping locusts, Filled the school with caterpillars, Crawling, wriggling on the tables g Pinned the boards with fainting earthworms Filled the pans with clam and starfish. All the Wildflowers of the woodland, All the lilies of the meadow, All the cone-trees of the forest, All the mosses of the hillside g All the insects of the garden, All the birds of field and covert, All the fishes of the sea-shore, Have we gathered for your pleasure. All the shelves are full of text-books- All the books are full of knowledge 5 All the boards are full of lessons, All the Teachers, expectation. We are weary of your nonsense, Weary of your foolish talking, Weary of your slang and errors, NVeary of your stupid lessons. Leave your afternoon receptions, Leave your nightly balls and dances ' 7 ! II

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Surely you do not wish to leave this quiet spot ! he exclaimed. Oh, yes, she replied, if I could fly, as you do, and the birds do, and the bees. You do notiknow what it is to stay always in one corner. He reflected. There was a time when I could not fly, he said. Then I went to sleep and when I awoke I had wings. Perhaps some morning you will awake and have wings. But she only sighed again. 'fl am different, she said slowly, I couldn't have wings. Hethought for a long time. Over the Garden Wall I have seen flowers like you. She felt her heart thumping hard and she listened eagerly, as he went on. 'f They are like you, yes, and sometimes I have seen them with wings. Be patient and sometime you can cross the garden wall, I am sure of it. However, though the mere thought of it made her tremble with anticipation, the little Dandelion was far from sure of it, and as time went on, she told the Poppy that it must have been a mistake. The Butterfly did not come again. They decided that he must have died, and the little Dandelion, remembering the stories of the great creatures in the Land beyond the Garden XVall, felt that, after all, the Garden was very beautiful, and the flowers near her, very lovely, and that it was quite worth while to live in her snug little corner and drink the golden sunbeams and the sweet dew, and make nectar for the bees. And so she did. But one bright morning she awoke and found it all different. VVere these her N, , babies, these dainty winged folk, or were they fairy children who had strayed by mistake into the stately Garden? Q Even as the little Dandelion watched them, bobbing and xr 5 I fluttering, they went up, up, past the Poppy and past the :-- , .7 4' - Sunflower, and over the Garden Wall. J ,110 1' The little Dandelion reflected. It must have been I f g f, upon wings like theirs that I came here. Then when I had ' A 'tri' ' ' 551, found a home, I no longer had wings, for Idid not need ff 1' them. So it will be with my little ones in the great Land beyond the NVall. So she lived happy and contented in her sunny corner, where the Poppy and the Sunflower and the radiant Peony nodded and smiled, and where the bees, and the birds and the joyous fountain sang the livelong day. M. A. 'o6. ln

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Leave your childish thoughts and actions, Your undignified demeanor ! Turn your minds upon your lessons, Mend your shattered mental sieve-plates, Sweep the cobwebs from the crannies, Lay in well your store of wisdomg So that, when in years forthcoming, Countless little mischief-makers Range in wiggling rows before you, Countless eyes shall gaze awe-stricken, Countless mouths shall gape with wonder At the greatness of your wisdom, At the wisdom you have gathered From the Masters, from the Teachers, In the Land of.Preparation, In the Kingdom of the Mighty, In the Cradle of Great Learning! J. j. '06, Sample Questions for Final Examination from Normal School. Pedagogy. What is the pedagogical basis of the thrill that comes from the sense of achieve- ment? Give a brief sketch of the life of Adam and his contributions to pedagogy. Language. XVrite a description of the personal appearance and character of the gentleman in the Senior Biology room. Consider him from the standpoint of Unity and Coherence. linumerate all the grammatical errors you ever made and combine into one sentence. Geography. ls it the trait of the feminine mind to exaggerate ? Describe the roof of the house on Ives' llill. llow many bricks are there in the sidewalk at the corner of Lafayette St., and Ocean Ave., measuring back hve feet on Ocean Ave. ? Biology. XN'hy does the earlhworin crawl antercm-posteriorly? XYh:it is the effefl of :i smile upon :uiolher's rate of heart-heal? 'l'r:u e your descent from :i sea-cueumlier. I2