Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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fx 7 ,. 41 .. 1 If A ,wa THE TOWER LIGHT A A Freshman Trip on a Wondership All aboard on the Freshman Special! The nrst stop is the Admin- istration Building where all receive complimentary tickets to social ha penings of the year. The after effects of a train trip are soon over and, forgotten when a toast of punch is made at neighboring Newell Hotel. At sunset the Lighting of the Way turns our thoughts home- ward and to hopes of the future. Campus Frolic brings the last great impression. 'We're off! Our trip will end only at the terminal Success MURIEL JONES, Acting President, Students Assoc. for Co-op. Gov. igj And Now It's My Turn HAVE listened to precisely thirty-eight accounts of summer vacaf tions. I counted them. And not once was I allowed to tell of my va- cation experience. As I am a timid soul and not given to expressing myself verbally, I take this opportunity to unburden myself o the ac- count of my summer Cone wee , to be exactj at the shore. Ninepeople set out in three cars on a bright Sunday norning in August and headed south for the Delaware Bay. I noticed nothing un- usual along the way except an unnecessarily large supply of gas stations and three railroad crossings with cemeteries a few feet away. After the first railroad crossing and accompanying graveyard we hesitated to do over thirty-five miles an hour. The first thing I saw, when we drew up behind a row of cottages at the shore, was the sand. It seemed that this was a beach and when Del- awarians have beaches, they do them up right with water and sand and all the fixings. One native reported that it took 3,598,191 barrels of sand to make this one delectable beach. The longer we stayed at the place, the more we became conscious of the sand, but more of that later. Anyhow there was some sand. Next I turned my attention to the cottages, a sorry-looking array that stretched like a broken necklace of vari-colored wooden beads along the shore. I hoped desperately that that ducky green bungalow at the end of the row was the one we were to occupy. But an hour later I found myself ensconced in a' grayish mass of wood that barely 5

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THE TOWER LIGHT change, make one of your habits that of critical inquiry. Add to these the quality of idealism, of creative design, with which you are all by nature endowed and which your college life should foster. See to it that your higher education encourages and develops these three qualities in you. It is the problem of the faculty of the college to watch and guard and stimulate these principles in you, and in them- selves, or the precious years at college may fatally thwart your growth and progress. These years can also militate to change through you, in later years, the course of human affairs for the worse or for the better. May the year's work become a revelation for every student in our college, from Freshman Class to Senior Group. LIDA LEE TALL. tai Happy Entering CWitlJ apologies to Guy Lombardo? NE of the leasantest experiences of returning to college in the fall is the welldoming of freshmen. We, the freshmen of last year and sophomores of today, were especially eager for this event, for we still remembered our royal welcome to this institution. We, too, were anxious to be hosts and hostesses, meeting our new fellow students and making new friends. Our antici ation was rewarded by the attractive, intelligent freshmen who joinedp our ranks. It will take some time for all of us to know all of you, but already strange faces are becoming familiar and new leaders are being recognized. It is with great pleasure that we now greet you as one of us. Have you ever considered your advantages as freshmen? just think how convenient it is to have the ever ready alibi, 'Tm sorry-I didn't know. ' ' CDon't take this too seriously. It isn't always accepted, as you have probably discoveredj A more serious and far deeper advantage lies in the fact that yours is the first freshman class to enter State Teach- ers College at Towson. Are you not eager to grow and thus aid your college to grow? Here is an opportunity to make new friends, new im- pressions, to do all those things you wish you had done while in high school. Some of you have four years, some, only three in which to ac- complish these extensive achievements. May you make the most of these years, and may you enjoy your stay here! As a final message of welcome from the Sophomore Class, I wish to repeat those impressive words spoken at the Induction Ceremony, The Campus is yours, the School is yours, the responsibility is yours. VIRGINIA HAGERTY, President, Sophomore Clam. 4

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THE TOWER LIGHT held its red attic above the sand dunes. It wasn't so bad though. At least there were rooms inside. Needless to say, the first thing we did was eat. I did more than that. I insisted upon upsetting the last of the iced tea into the lap of a table-mate. Not content with that, I wanted to put the pickle jar in the same place, but the lap rebelledg it got up and walked right away. Then we swam. Oh, boy, how we swam! There were two people among the nine who could swim more than a hundred feet without resting. The others felt lucky if they got their feet olf bottom without their heads going under. The breakers were lovely too. They knocked us over and poured sand up our suits. Then they made us twirl about upon-the bottom of the ocean like veritable mermaids and mermen. I put a patch in my bathing suit after two days of that. Now and then, during the week, we took time out between eating and swimming for sleeping. We found it essential, and tho we didn't like the sand that crept insistently into our beds during the night we managed to rest in some measure of peace. I slept downstairs one night on a couch that had more bumips than the Towson car has stops. The breakers kept me awake until ar into the night, and-I have a brother. He has the uncivilized habit of awak-. ening at the ungodly hour of six in the morning. His awakenings were always accompanied by muttered imprecations and the swat of a fly- swatter. I broke the fly-swatter one day, but it didn't do any good. He found another one. After two nights, I slept upstairs. One day we visited a place near the beach that called itself a town. We thought blot on the landscape was more truthful, but we com- promised by calling it a village. It was the kind of place where the men couldn't find any blades to fit their razors and where the natives never heard of a short chocolate. They called it a pip. Isn't that cute? Furthermore, they had a Justice of the Peace there who was named Hazzard. Did that mean anything? We didn't ask. We didn't want to get married anyhow. Speaking of weird names, our beach was named Broadkill. CDid they mean it?D And there was another shore that was called Slaughter Beach. We didn't want to get killed or slaughtered, so we went to Re- hoboth now and then-to get away from the murderous atmosphere. When we were thoroughly full of sand, salt and homicidal names, we went home. Before we left, I added the finishing touches to an al- ready perfect holiday. I upset an intractable ash tray three times, and the last time I poured a pitcher of water over the remains. I spent my last hour mopping the floor. Was I ready to go home! I was. M. COOLEY ' 6