Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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The Unknown Quantity It is said that as a person grows older he is able to recall many things which he did in his youth,-things that at the time did not seem to make any impression upon his mind. If this fact is true, then after I have become a veteran in the ranks of teachers, I may sometime see myself as others saw me during the first few weeks of my practice teaching. At present I have no recollection of experiencing any kind of emotion at that time. I seemed to be like a mechanical doll, able only to talk and walk. The children seemed to watch me, wondering what I would do next, just as they would wonder at a doll of this kind. There was no need to demand, All eyes this way l The unwavering gaze of twenty pairs of eyes was focused upon every movement of the new object of curiosity. Before school began, the question What am I going to do with them il had haimted me. Them was an unknown quantity to me. This unknown quantity, however, slowly revealed itself. Gradually I was able to distinguish a William and a Trillian from the general them Finally, I realized that there were as many different children as there were pairs of eyes. It soon became apparent that the ffmethod of procedure that was effective with one child, would not in any way secure the desired results with another. There were, of course, some docile ones who were perfectly willing to receive whatever information was imparted to them. There were others, alas, with whom it was necessary to use the gentle art of cajolery or sometimes-force. The ten weeks passed all too quickly. Before it could be realized, I was back in the normal school, richer in experience and wiser concerning the tribulations as well as the coxnpensations of my future profession. D. R. A. The Piece of Ribbon Little Phil and his mother lived in the city, where mother was the head of the ribbon department of a large store. The gay colors and the bright spots of the oddest ribbons always attracted Phil most when he was allowed to visit the store. Now it was mothr-r's bat-at-tlinn, and they were spending it together in the country, where every- thing was new and very wonderful to Phil. One ino ing as they were out for a walk, he ran here and there in the wide Held, gathering A of those silvery white flowers with golden hearts, more commonly known n. ' it-s. Sutldenlv he sto i ietl and gazed, fascinated. u ion the ound. Then . ll . , f I EU his voir-e . nn- floating liar-k at-ross the field to his mother. Mother, come quick! Hcre's n long pit-we of blaek ribbon all spotted wit.h yellow, just like l saw at the store. And mother, its tying itself all up in a bow knot! .Inst in tiinf- tho almost frantic niotlier reached the spot. and snatched the child away, lu-fore tht- long ugly snake- eonld strike. That night as the little chap was on the bordf-rlanfl of sleep, ho tnurinured drowsily, Mother's rilmlion is pretty, too, but it canlt tif- itat-If up all alone. E. A. v., 1916. is

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LUCY MANGAN RUBY MANSI-'IELD BEATRICE MCDONALD FRANCES MCGILI. PHILIP O'RoURKE ETHELIND PHELPS LoIs REED ALICE RIGBY HELEN ROBINSON HAZEL SHIELDS THERESA DE SLOOVERE ANDREAS TURNER VIOLA WAITT Psychology of Laughter. An American Politician. The Princess of the Dwarfs. She Woiild if She Could. The Gift of Sleep. The Mystery. Pedagogical Anthropology. The Mischief Maker. Herself. The American Penman. How to Overhaul Your Automobile The Man Higher Up. Little Miss Thank You. -l Modern Proverbs Time and teachers wait for no miscreants. A poor excuse is better than none. All who talk are not orators. A little D is a dangerous thing. If you bluff, you are not the only one that knows it. An answer in your head is worth two in your note-book. The proof of the attention is in the answer. When I did well, I heard it neverg When I did ill, I heard it ever. The proof of the true sport comes after the game. Advice after cutting is like medicine after death. Don't count your A's,' before you get them. A small bluff is soon called. A wandering mind gathers no knowledge. Nothing started, nothing done. A girl with her lessons done is a friend indeed. A peep in time saves a reputation. Bluffing is not a bluff unless it makes a hit. 'Tis better to have played and lost than never to have played at all. Many rise to recite who sit down in chagrin. Blulling is the salt of life. Every student has her chance. -11-1-11- .-. The lives of grinds should all remind us, We may grind while we are hereg And departing leave behind us A's that shine for many a year. E. J. S. 17

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,mm lWl!I.mmIfum,lh' ' 0! MMmmwwm'QW5,1,RIMmy ...mmmmmmmm mi ,mm my W lllllll..1M l mal mmmmm ,, , ' Ill lillllllll lllll .mllllllllllllull THE RULER Of y THE BARN ARD. y I f . e an ' One day Farmer Brown said to his wife, I don't know what has got into the barn- yard folks. They seem to be in a fuss all the time. You can't go near old Mehitable but what she lays back her ears and looks ready to bite you. If it wasn't that we had the old horse for thirty years, I'd feel like putting her out of the way. Then there's Dinah. I canit milk her but what she's stepping this way and hitching that whenever Mehitable even looks her way. The hogs race around so much trying to keep far away from the old horse that I can't get any fat on them, and the hens go, 'Cut-cuty-ca-da-cut, out-cuty-ca-da-cut', from morning to night, but they don't lay any eggs. Why, Maria, the whole barnyard makes me think of your Irish stews, always a boiling over and splutteringf' This was Farmer Brown's side of the story. Now I will tell you the barnyard side. For a long time Mehitable had ruled the barnyard. As she herself said, IVhen any creature has lived on a place for almost thirty years, she ought to be the ruler. I know I oanlt see very much, and those old spavins make me stiff in the joints, but I'm just as good as I ever was, and as long as I stay in this barnyard, I rule it. Dinah, the big black cow, did not agree with Mehitable and she wasn't afraid to say so. When any creature gets so she thinks she owns the placef, Dinah said, it's time for the rest of us to let her know that she doesn't. The pigs and hens agreed with Dinah, but they didn't dare to say so, because Me- hitable had little respect for them anyway, and it would only make matters worse. When Mehitable came near, however, the hens all cried, Touch-touch-touch-me-not, touch- touch-touch-me-not, and the big, proud rooster said boldly, ''Ive're-getting-tired-of- you! we're-getting-tired-of-youl The pigs only grunted their disapprovail offliplehitable. One morning Mehitable slept later than usual, but the others were wide 'awake early. Now is the time to plan what we'll do about Mehitablef' thought Dinah. I've lost all patience with her. The other morning when I was reaching for an apple, she poked over her nose and fairly took it out of my jaws. We must do something or we won't have any rights of our own. lVhy not have some kind of a contest in which Me- hitable cou1dn't possibly win, and then the winner shall rule the barnyard 2 19