Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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THE TOWER LIGHT The Library - - - At Your Service Welcome A new face greeted us this year upon our first visit to the library. Miss Stitzel has gone back to college for a year, and in her stead is Mrs. Netchaeff. Mrs. Netchaeff spent two years at the American Library in Paris where she was first assistant cataloguer. She also worked at Enoch Pratt. Mrs. Netchaelf likes Towson for a residence and her position at State Teachers College. Yes, there were other new things about the library this year, too, industrious new students who have lost no time in making use of it. If you don't believe it, try to break through the line of those who are getting books checked, soccer veterans, too. It is an everyday occurrence to find every table and chair being used for useful study. How many of you have been attracted to our new delightful corner devoted to many and varied high class magazines. Look these periodicals over and see if your favorite is not there. Read them. It is the only way to keep up with our ever-changing world. To help us choose wisely, we have posted in this corner the ten outstanding articles for each month chosen by a Council of Librarians. We have many new books to add to the 30,000 already in our library. Don't wait, read them. Perhaps the following will be suggestive: 1-Kaye and Smith's Superstitious Corner , a gift of Miss Van Bibber this year to the library. 2- Southern Albuml' by Sarah Haardt QH. L. Mencken's wifej. B. ROYSTON. 4555630 Caddie Woodlawn BRINK, CAROL RYRIE- Caddie Woodlawn -1936-New York: Macmillan 84 Co. 32.00. PD. 270. Caddie Woodlawn settled herself contentedly between Maggie Bunn and Lida Silbernagle just as the class in the one room school was about to begin. Across the aisle sat Obediah jones, the bully of the class, who now stretched his long, lanky legs across the passageway and put his feet on Maggie's desk. L Stop that , said Maggie indignantly. Who says so? snerred Obediah, stretching out more than before. I'll tell teacher, said Maggie with anger in her voice. Who cares?', said Obediah. I ain't afraid of anybody in this school. 21

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THE TOWER LIGHT Hank was certainly puzzled now. Thoughts followed each other in rapid succession. What were these fellows doing with the other one? They looked almost like young kids with their old, unkempt, mud-caked clothes and the torn shirts and pants. But look at that livid, sinister cut under the eye of that one standing over by the case-what's he leering at me for? I bet I know what they are. Tough gangsters. Probably taking this kid for a ride. I've seen it in the movies. Or maybe they are kidnappers. The papers have been full of that kind of stuff lately. Who do they think they are kidnapping citizens of this country? They won't get away with it, though! I'll stop them- But what shall I do? There are three of them here and one out in the car, four against one! What should I do? At this point in Hank's reflections the prisoner finished his call, and as all walked out of the store, Hank stared helplessly after them. The black car sped along the road with four very jolly men and one sullen, dejected one. The chief topic seemed to be centered on the gloating words, They'll never catch us now. They won't even trace us where we are going. Don, who was driving, suddenly slammed on his brakes and ex- claimed, What's wrong here-look at that car drawn right across the middle of the road? Before anyone had time to answer their car was surrounded by men yelling, Put them up. Don't try to get away. State cops , came weakly from one of the occupants of the car. The more original driver began with, Listen, officers, we were not doing a bit over thirty-five-- No, that's not what we want you for. Come along to the judge and explain the handcuffs on that young man. We had a call that you devils were coming along this road. Well .... l, it's like this .... Tell it to the judge. Four very confident young men stood in front of the judgeg the look on their faces implied- this is going to be just too easy. The other man stood off to one side while the police tried diEerent keys to remove the handcuffs. One of the policemen who had aided in the capturing of the gang was talking, We received a call a little while ago from the storekeeper in Pleasantburg. He said these men came in his store and acted like kidnappers, so he called us up. Why, surely. It's like this. This is the season of the freshmen- sophomore banquets at the college. The freshmen try to hold the presi- fContinued on Page 231 20

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THE TOWER LIGHT You aren't, aren't you? cried Caddie as she brought down a ruler on Obediah's shins. In the next instant Obediah and Caddie were down on the floor rolling and kicking-Obediah pulling Caddie's red curls and Caddie kicking when she could. But this is only one instance when the vivacious personality of Caroline Augusta Woodlawn is revealed. Get Carol Brink's Caddie Woodlawn from the shelf today and find out what happened to the two pupils in a country school room. MURIEL JONES, Sr. .i n If I Have Four Apples LAWRENCE, JOSEPHINE- If I Have Four Appleru. Frederick A. Stokes Company, N. Y., 1935. 314 pp. 82.50. Josephine I.awrence's sincere style together with her flare for the truth combine to make If I Have Four Apples one of the most dis- cussed of the current novels. It has been said of this comparatively new author, Her writing about American life is nearer the truth, farther from fiction, and more genu- inely exciting . In her latest book Miss Lawrence tells the story of an American family who stubbornly and desperately try to make 2 apples -I- 2 apples : 8 apples . To the extreme discomfort of Mrs. Bradley, a budget adviser, they even persuade themselves that what they have are not apples at all, but alligator pears. The head of the Hoe household, at least in name, is Penter Hoe, little heeded by the others and considered only when the matter of tending the furnace arises. Penter, in turn, spends much of his time in the basement coaxing the furnace and devising ways to clear himself of debts and at the same time pay on his home . He is helped very little by Rose, his wife, whose ambition in life is to live in comfort surrounded by the latest work-saving gadgets and to humor her children's whims. Mrs. Bradley, when consulted about a household budget, finds little sym- pathy and understanding among the elder Hoes who steadily refuse to give up their house even as an economy measure. Although literally buried under debt they refuse to part with the old dwelling which they have been buying for more than a decade. Nor are they willing to deny their children, Dallas and Sylvia, any of their adolescent fancies. Darthula, beautiful, blonde, and a tea-room hostess is the oldest of the Hoes. Although more practical and worldly because of her outside con- tacts, she nevertheless encourages her mother's thriftlessness and con- tributes very little, in general, towards improving the situation. The Hoes' 22