Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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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

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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 Reverie IfI would learn that you had ceased to care, I would not cry, nor show an outward sign, I could not let the world know what despair Was raging 'neath this calm repose of mine. I'd wear my brightest clothes, my sweetest smile, I'd be so gay-no one would ever guess That 'neath that mask Cfor every little whilel I'd sigh, and catch my breath in loneliness. But now, just when I am about to speak, I hear your voice, feel your sweet face so dear, Your lips, a silent pledge against my cheek, And know the comfort in your being near. Now I can greet the day, its beauty see- Sure that your love will ever dwell with me. LORELLE HEADLEY, Sapb. I Q 9i Little Sparks As I sit in somber silence Gazing at the ruddy flame My tho'ts, with the sparks Go twirling upwards To heaven, from whence all life came. I think of the miracles of nature, Of the works of our great Lord God, And how these sparks could mar the virtue Of all of life that's rare and odd. But these little glowing sparks Bring warmth to all our souls, Give life to all of earth's mankind, Do these little glowing coals. Submitted by EDWARD TURNER, '35. 7