Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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THE TOWER LIGHT 19 And having believed him, Medea, Produced then her herbs enchanted, Taught Jason their use and their value, And sent him away to win. ELEANORA BOWLING, '28. was Smile Awhile Soliloquies of a Sub-Normal A poem a day keeps your friends away. Put not your faith in proverbs, for how can you reconcile these? Look before you leap! He who hesitates is lost. Quack! Quack! Dedicated to the Gosling: Be careful, Seniors, how you treat some of these goslings. Re- member that many an ugly duckling has turned out to be a swan. A facetious gosling, smarting under the ignominious name im- posed upon her, says that anyway, if the Juniors are goslings, the Seniors are geese. Our campus now could be called quite fittingly, The Goose Green. What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, but, remem- ber, Juniors, there's no mention of goslings in this. Goosey-goosey-gosling, Whither are you wondering? With your empty, vacant stare, Are you really quite all there? That sets us a-pondering. ' Quack, quack, quack quack! When shall I get my money back? No, little Drakestail, you won't get back the money you paid when you entered, but you'1l get parties and fun with your class dues, and a school paper that you want with your TOWER LIGHT subscription. E. L. B., '28.

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THE TOWER LIGHT To produce someone you may love? And whether he live or he perish, That belongs to the gods to decide. Let him live! And this I may pray for Without the least vestige of love. What crime has jason committed? Whom can his story not touch? My heart is moved by his history And feelings hard to resist. But unless I can help this adventurer Destruction and death his sad ending. The bulls will breathe fire upon him, The earth-sprung warriors will kill him, Or the greedy dragon devour him Like the prey of an angered beast. Thus mused Medea of Colchis, Swayed by her love for the stranger And the fear of bertaying her country. Thought she of marriage with jason, And a final farewell to her family, Reflected on what she was leaving, Rejoiced in what she would gain. Piety, honor, and uprightness Took then their stand before her, Lifted accusing fingers, And Love, defeated, went winging. Then to the altar of Hecate, Secret and dark in the grove, Firm in her new resolution Medea betook herself swiftly. But lo, all her brave-made decisions Came crashing and crumbling to nothing For standing before her was Jason, And Love returned to her heart. More handsome than ever, brave Jason, And Medea more deeply in love. She listened with maidenly blushes To his earnest appeals for her aid. He promised a later marriage, And she pledged her interest and help. Hhe swore by the three-formed goddess And the deity of the grove, And then by the glowing Helios That true to his oath he would be.

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20 THE TOWER LIGHT Out of theiMouths of Babes The sentence on the board read: He was taller than his fellows by a cubit. I did' not expect the children to tell me that a cubit was twenty inches, but I did at least expect them to say that it was a unit of measure. I got-neither! There was a blank silence. Very blank! At last, after an eternity, little Cameron raised his hand. Yes, Cameron, I said, greatly relieved, What is a cubit P With seemly blushes and an agitated, wing-like fluttering of his hands the innocent ejaculated, It's .... it's .... one of those things that fly around in fairy stories making people fall in love with each other ! E. L. B., '28. 'QWQ' Chimneys For Our Alma Mater ' I built a chimney for a comrade old, I did the service not for hope or hire- And then I traveled on in wintefs cold, Yet all the day I glowed before the fire. . A HEN I read-these lines by Edwin Markham, I am reminded of the countless nooks the world over, waiting to be filled by just such chimneys. We pass them by every day-dark, shadowy corners needing only to have kindled in them the fire of unseliish love. The winter's cold can never chill the spirit of one who has paved' his life's path with honest words of cheer and hum- ble deeds of service. The reward for such acts comes not in silver and gold but in a more priceless, lasting form throughout all time. Can we not find a place in which to build a chimney for our Alma Mater? No regret comes from pausing long enough to seek. Strengthened is thehand that has labored to build 3 happy the heart that has loved enough to give. e V '- ' BESSIE M. ARTERBURN, 1925.