Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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Faculty Meeting. Scene: The Literature Room on Wednesday. At ten minutes past three, the study bell rings in the main hall and silence, as usual, reigns supreme. Across the corridor the second faculty meet- ing is called to order by the principal. All the teachers are present with the exception of three-Miss Rogers, who has reluctantly accepted the offer to deliver a talk on The Robbins Method of Teaching Reading at a convention in Peabody, Miss Warren, who is detained in the fourth grade to satisfy the curiosity of the children concerning a bat, captured by one of her boys , and Miss IVellman, who has remained in the office, hunting for the scores of missing excuses from girls who missed the train or stayed home to help mother. Before the topic for discussion has been brought before the meeting, footsteps are heard in the corridor and Miss Warren enters, having freed her- self from the clutches of her numerous children. With the sounds of the seniors' special talks on ventilation and respiration still ringing in her ears, she cannot forbear remarking, Excuse me, Mr. Pitman, but the air is very close in here. There is a preponderance of C O 2 in the room. 'Hygienic conditions,' you know. A word to the wise is sufiicientln she exclaims. She energetically moves forward to open the windows, but Mr. Whitman and Mr. Whitney spare her the trouble. Refreshed by Miss Warren's supply of air, Mr. Pitman rises to the occa- sion with the question, What are your opinions regarding the conditions in the main hall during study hours 2 'fAfter some consideration of the affairf, answers Miss Martin, thought- fully, U it seems to me that too much freedom is allowed the girls. As I passed through the hall this morning, I noted rather too loud talking among the juniors to assure me that they were using the study period to the best ad- vantage. '4Don't be too hard on the juniors, pleads Miss Goldsmith, sympathetically, 'ffor if I remember rightly, I associate Senior Three with a disturbance there, as I entered yesterday. It might be well for them to review their rules for concentration and not lend themselves to the power of suggestion by others. I agree with you entirely, Miss Goldsmith, adds Mr. Pitman, that will be a good topic for discussion in tomorrow's pedagogy lesson. 'fThey waste so much of their study time in talking that they get errone- ous ideas of things. It is no wonder they come into class and tell me that frost is frozen dew and that warm air rises, says Mr. Vinal with one of his silent laughs. I think, argues Miss Peet rather deliberately, that the girls should 11

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from the world because of his rebellion against the law, and yet he had the ex- hilaration and freedom that comes only to revolutionary spirits. A place was made for him on the end of the double-runner. He was instructed to put his arms around the one in front of him and to hold on for dear life. How they shouted and whooped as they flew down the glassy hill! The keen air stung their cheeks to the color of the red tams. Again and again they went down, and Proctor felt like a new being. All the loneliness was swept away like magic, and then, bubbling over with happiness, he forgot to hold on for dear life. When the coasters lurched over a jounce, Proctor was thrown off and lay in a huddled, still little heap on the ice. It was many months before the little chap remembered anything again. When he opened his eyes and saw his aunt bending over him, her tired face lighted up with relief and thanksgiving, his tender little heart was smitten with remorse. He raised a thin, white hand to her in feeble appeal. I didn't have no one to play with only Sneezer, he whispered, 'Tm sorry 'cause I ran out and got hurted. His aunt's face was grim with self-censure. When the grown folks Won't give the young ones any leeway, then they got to strike out for themselves. Now just lay still, and soon you will be able to go and play with them little Nelsons again. Proctor's cup of contentment was filled when later the three red tams came to see him. They perched themselves placidly on the sofa, swinging their chub- by legs like so many pendulums. They had bought four round peppermint sticks, the fourth being for Proctor, who, having no mind for it, gave it to the red tam girl. All four sat looking at each other, sucking their candy sticks in blissful silence. A. R. D. ' l - -P i C c l fran: e e , -: Q --'i 1- -Q3-f-QQ Nonsense Rhymes. If you have lost. your pocket-hook I wish I were a piclgeon Anil flon't know whore to find it, I'1l sit on the roof and coo. The next lu-st thing for you to :lo And I'd like it all the better ls to try and neva-r mind it. If you were 11Upldg0OIl,,, too. M. Caosav. 10

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have the privilege of discussing the topic of the pageant, even in study hours, provided they do it quietly, and in one corner of the room. This is only my suggestion-I may be wrong. If we are too hard on them, we may check their creative impulse, you know. Yes, let us take a broader, more tolerant view of it, says Miss Deane with one of her dramatic waves of the hand. Suddenly she gives a little chuckle. Mr. Whitney has something to say on the subject. The head of the art department has the floor, says Mr. Pitman. I think the question of the new styles in hair-dressing introduced by the juniors is far more important than this main hall business. Here, let me sketch you some of them. The artist, with a few lightning strokes, draws on the board something resembling a bird's nest. Xow, isn't that dandy he exclaims. It looks exactly like the one I saw as I came here this afternoon. Then he adds mischievously, MI move that Mr. Whitman be appointed a committee of one in advising the girls as to the best way to arrange their rats, puffs, and other head gear. I decline the nomination, blushingly replies Mr. Whitman, but I can perhaps suggest some chemical compound which would harmonize the color of the false with the natural. However- lVell, I have nearly a hundred themes to correct, interrupts Miss Learoyd, and I shall never get them done if we do not return to the central thought of this meeting very soon. It's quarter to five now. I suggest that each member of the faculty take his turn at the desk hereafter. And I move that the motion be accepted, rejoins Miss Martin. All in favor will manifest their decision by raising the right hand, says Mr. Pitman. lt is a vote. At t.he sound of the five o'elock signal, Mr. Pitman rises and rather hur- riedly remarks, 'tlf there is no further business to come before this meeting, we will adjoumf' A few minutes later when Charles comes to put out the lights, there is no sign of a faculty meeting, except the caricature of the junior's head-dress, left on the hoard-for the students t.o wonder at in the morning. C. M. S. 1- i. llear the music uf the lu-Ils, period liellsl What n world of deep relief their melody compels. llow we tremlile, pale with fright, For the words, Mi:-is lllank, recite, llut. the music of the hells All our shivering dispels. flf the ln-lla, lu-lls, lvells, hells, bella, hell:-1, hells, Uh, the music of the welcome period bcllsl 12