Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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Laughing with Nature Ough ! exclaimed Ann, who was endeavoring to pick herself up from a sudden fall over a rock. Without shaking the dust from her clothes and without noticing a large rent in her stocking, she plodded on. What a contrast to her surroundings was this little dejected figure with tear- stained face and rumpled clothes! Why wasn't she skipping along, singing some joyous song, for all nature was singing. A little brook gurgled happily across her path, reflecting the chalky blue of the summer sky and the graceful willow trees which dipped their branches into the water. A tiny thrush sent forth an exquisite melody, filling the air for an instant and then dying away into silence. Soft breezes sang in some distant pines, while a chorus of frogs provided an accompaniment for a wonderful songster high in a nearby tree. It seemed impossible for unhappiness to exist in such a place! Ann seated herself upon a moss-covered rock. Yes, she said half to herself and half to a little violet whose leaves she was violently plucking off, I am as wretched as I can be. Mother says I can't go to the picnic just because it is so far away. Just as if I wanted to stay here all alone! Horrid old world! I am as unhappy as I can be. I will go away. Mother and father won't miss me. Upon this, the little girl rose and plodded on. Tiny goldnnches went flitting among the bushes before her. A rabbit sat still an instant to look up at her. Crows called loudly over her head, but Ann neither saw nor heard. An unhappy little girl thoroughly absorbed in her own troubles, she sank down upon the ground. She was not sick, she was not poorg she was not unfortunate in any Way. On the contrary, she was a healthy child with a good home, a kind mother, and an indulgent father. How could a little girl as fortunate as Ann Crawford be so wretched? I wish I were like Fanny Murphy. I would much rather be her than me, thought Ann viciously. Fanny Murphy could do anything she wanted to. She was the middle child in a family of thirteen, and lived in blissful independence. She was going to the picnic that afternoon. She always went everywhere she wanted to. Ann pictured Fanny with bitter envy. All the children would be there but herself. Why was her mother so cruel? Just then Ann looked up. A black cloud overspread the sun. The breezes in this trees changed their gentle songs to warning cries. The branches of the trees thrashed wiidly about as if trying to get free from some impending danger. A frightened squirrel scurried past her, seeking safety. A loud rumble, a vivid flash, and Ann was upon her feet. Turning her face instinctively toward home, she almost flew along the 1'oad. She tumbled over walls and jumped over streams as she tried to outstrip the storm. A t1'iumphant little girl rushed into her mother's arms just before the first downpour of rain. The race with the coming storm had dissipated all her unhappy feelings. Isn't it strange, said Ann as she pressed her radiant face against the window to Watch the raging storm, that when all outdoors was laughing and singing, I was cross and pouty, but now that I want to sing with the birds in the sunshine, they have stopped singing and all the world seems angry. Often we do not see what is beautiful until something like this makes us, said Ann's mother. Suddenly Ann laughed joyously as the golden sun peeked from behind a great dark cloud to look at her. E , IWARGARET K. BATCHELDER. .Z7

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In 1919 the first social event was the senior reception to the juniors. Everybody enjoyed the musical feet, which was a part of the entertainment. The juniors gave their reception to the seniors in the form of a masquerade. This was our first reception taking place in the evening and was enjoyed by all. The division parties varied from an old-fashioned school to a cabaret. The commercial students had their usual party for the entire department and many students returned for the evening. The Dramatic Club presented two short plays, The Home Coming of a Salem Sea Captain and Joint Owners in Spain. General dancing was enjoyed by all after- wards. The Florist Shop was presented in May, in the evening. Dancing for the girls in the Dramatic Club and their friends followed. The autumn of 1917 found the school with several changes in the faculty. Miss Sperry had come from Amesbury to take Miss Ayer's place. Miss Inglis had resigned and Miss FitzHugh filled her position in the English and history departments. Mr. Roth came on part time from Harvard and took part of the history work. In Novem- ber, Miss Richardson, who had formerly taught at the Farms School in Marblehead, came as supervisor in the eighth grade to take the place of Miss Knobel, who had accepted a position in Montana. Mr. Wallace became director of the Training School and Mr. Allen devoted his whole time to normal school work. Miss Walker from Lynn came to take a special class. Miss Breitzke took charge of the domestic science department, upon the resignation of Miss Childs. Miss Marion I. Knowlton came to assist Miss Perham and Miss James. Upon our return to school in September, 1918, we were sorry to find that Mr. Cushing and Miss Solomon were not to be with us for our senior year. Mr. Cushing had entered the service on leave of absence for a year, and Mr. Lyman, former super- intendent of schools in Hudson, came to take his place. Miss Solomon's place was filled by Miss Burnham, as assistant in the art department and in physical training. Miss Martin retired at the end of the fall term after having taught here fifty years. Mrs. Blake ol' the Normal Art School, in Boston, came aslibrarian and dean of XV0l119l1. Mr. Hoth's position was filled by Miss Elizabeth Jackson of Lynn. In the training school, two new assistants were added, Miss Evans, a former graduate of the school as assistant in the sixth grade, and Miss Parker, also a graduate of the school, as assistant in the first grade. i1i I had a little outline, It's name was Honey Bees. I went to leave the room with it When Two cents, if you please. Alas! I had no money, So I borrowed from a friend. Thus many cents are borrowed For he who hath, must lend. lied paint is goofl for the cheeks, girls, but we must use it with care. l,aura has learned her lesson at the price ol'-almost her hair. Ask her and slie will lell you to put it on the face- And not on Miss Solonion's drawing, for from there you can't erase. Hi

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