Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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, A F ' .N 1 , 9 ' f x - V MJ- .5 Z if Q-if 1 ' A- ii qi 1 We - 1 tt. fi is of 11 11 I QE -9- TJ W fag 1 On the tweiity-seventli of llareh there was lll1llS112ll excitement over tl1e annual struggle between the Senior and Junior Girls' Basket-Ball TCHIIIS. The story of the game includes not only tl1e time during which tl1e game was being played, bllt also an account of the jollifieation in the hall before 111orning exercises. The Senior side of the hall was decorated in their colors, red and white. The J1111ior side was all green and White. At ten niinntes past nine the Senior class formed outside the Senior dressing room and marched to tl1e hall, preceded by their banners and the mascots of tl1e Senior and Special teams. There were seventy-two red balloons carried in the Senior line. The class cheered lustily, a11d seating themselves, they awaited the coming of the Juniors. The J1111iors entered, led by their mascot and four men in clown suits , who acted as cheer-leaders. The Juniors formed in the center aisle, a11d cheered and sang for seven minutes. As they took their seats, tl1e Se11ior class formed again, marched around the Juniors' seats until that class was completely SllI'I'0llIlCl9d, Hlld tl1e11 sang a song to the Juniors, ending with a cheer for them. At the end of the cheer they returned to their own seats, singing once more for themselves. It was nine twenty-tive a11d the 'drst up-roar of tl1e day was over. The game itself came off at three-thirty in the afternoon. Before the teams Went on the floor, the two classes apparently tried to see which co11ld lllilkC the IIlOSt noise in the eheer line. There was a little preliminary practice, and then tl1e whistle blew and the game was on. The J11niors made the first goal Ellld how tl1e class did yelll At the end of the iirst half, the score stood 7-3 in favor of tl1e J1111iors. At tl1e beginning of the second half, Miss Prime of the Senior team went off the floor, Miss Parziale took Miss Prime's place, and Miss Tenneson, Miss Parziale's. The Senior team went on determined to win or die in tl1e atte111pt, and during the second half they 1-aught np with the Juniors and passed them, mawing tl1e final score 10-9. The Junior team showed some good team work, and their passing was skilful, and if they play again next year, the Seniors hope they will win from their opponents. E. P. tulusll . 'tt Mm, 1'H'1!iiIlfl.l:l'.fr 'Ml' 1 an 'at 11,11 il .g W1 It ,lm .g 1 5 l, 2,4 xi' W T x ,,,. ' -il, di 3 SB iiitixw ix- ii 4 - ' 'I-. , 1 I Q- 51 n UQ QM: lilq w' -:, X' Mint 'L,gi-:-- '-T T 20

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There comes a cry from the hearth. Marner stoops and lifts the child to his knee. At once she clings to his neck, and deep down in the heart of the man comes a feeling of contentment such as money could never have given him. George Eliot also knew the traits of older children. In 'fMill on the Floss, based on scenes from her own home life, are some of the best pictures of the life of brother and sister. Aunts and uncles are visiting at Maggie's house, and after enduring many remarks concerning her thick, black, shaggy hair, Maggie at last flees in despair, bidding Tom to follow. Soon he finds her in the midst of her room, her thick hair, as usual, tumbling about her face. IVith both hands she holds a pair of shears. Snip! Part of the front locks are gone. 'fHere, Tom, cut the back and have it over with, she cries hurriedly. At first Tom holds the shears doubtfully, but mischief gets the upper hand, and the great scissors go grinding through the thick mass of hair. Oh, my buttons, Maggie, what a fright you are l laughs Tom, dropping to the Hoor and holding his sides. Look at yourself in the glass? Maggie hurries to the mirror and takes one look at herself. Her thick, black hair now sticks from her head in a thousand different angles. Oh, my buttons, Maggie! says Tom again. HI can't stand this. Guess I smell the dinner? And poor Maggie is left to stare at herself in despair and perplexity. Very similar to other pictures of the life of Tom and Maggie are those of George Eliot's own childhood, put into her poem, 'tBrother and Sister. He was the elder and a little man Of forty inches, bound to show no dread, And I, the girl, that puppy-like now ran, Now lagged behind my brother's larger tread. Many were the haunts that these two knew, for they were always together. He plucked the fruit too high for her. He carried the basket and fishing rods when they trudged off together. He judged carefully when he guided her tiny feet on to the firm stepping-stones. Such days George Eliot always remembered with a rare distinctness. They fur- nished her with themes pleasant to think and write about long years after, making her one of her children characters although she seems the loving mother. Through her own childhood, she has put childhood into her works, giving her pleasures to many Fothgrs. 19

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