Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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the country for a convention. The three-day affair was Hlled with festivitv. Com Janionshi J. and u Jon reaching t . I I I e Maryland I realized that through a seventy-two hour I . . 1 b I . I period of companionship with scores of fellows, my hfe I i had been enriched. XVhat a wonderful feeling it must be to lead such a i swell bunch of fellows, I thought. XVhy couldnit I be y the one to lead them? I felt sure I could do it if I tried ihard enough. First, I should be Grand Blaster of the ,Baltimore Chapter, then get on the Executive Board. work myself up to the top of the Council, receive the David L. Mark Key, go to the Grand Council and, after ,Serving a year there. give up my position to a younger i frater, and rest on my laurels. All this would be hard iand take a long time. true enough, but it would be easy ifor me. I would . . . r Suddenly my train of thought was broken by the real- ization that I was. at the present time, going to college. I had another ambition. I wanted to work hard to be the best of teachers, to do extra work. to rise in the school system, to teach math. later on, to do - oh. God knows all I wanted to do as a teacher! But how could l do all these things? lrlere I wanted to be a leader of men! I wanted to receive prestige and glory and friends through a national organization. And yet, I also wanted to be- come entrenched in business, to become a super. ultra air-inflated salesman. rushing here and there in my super- charged auto. filling out super-orders for my employer. receiving a super-salary and commission. But how could I do all these things? I had to choose. Bly head ached severely and my eyes seemed afraid to close at night unless they saw three objects which symbolized three different futures. XVould I ever have peace of mind? Wlhich career should I choose? I pondered. I despaired. Then it ea1ne! For no apparent reason at all. I suddenly made up my mind! XVhether I realized the security of a teaching position or the disadvantages of the other careers. I cannot ex- actly say. I think it sufficient, however, to say that I shall teach. Man Without umber EVELYN A. FIEDLER THIS IS dedicated to the vociferous Order of M. O. IP. P. tlvlath is Our Pet Peevej of which the author is a charter member. The purpose is to depict the glorious state of a society upon which the studied shadow of I number has not yet been east. So here we excurse into the Numberless Land, where figures don't lie on any- ibody's mind. l lXflr. Numfree. who shall be our business-man hero, lis awakened on a glorious morning-not by the raucous lsound of an alarm-but by sunlight streaming upon his ieyes and leaking beneath the lids. I-'Ie arouses his wife lifwho sleeps in the shadowl to have her prepare his peapaeity of eggs and toast tfor. remember, he is in- gtinocent of the ability of telling the munber of eggs he lrywants for breakfastj. VV ith breakfast hastily swallowed and with a hurried gglance at the height of the sun in the sky, Mr, Numfree pwclashes to the corner to wait for the trolley. I-Ie gives :Mthe newsboy there a piece of candy for what he hopes nas the paper of the day fit has no date, of course. and. winyyvay. nobody knows what the date isl. The trolley comes bumping along on its unscheduled route. The veyeonductor hefts and serutinizes Mr. Numfree's prof- 'KETCICCI lump of metal. which he eventually accepts as HVLDCTOBER . 1939 l A'retribution for the ride. Our friend grabs a strap and opens his newspaper. Does he turn to the weather re- portg financial sheetg stock market quotation: race sheetg A'Sale advertisementsg itemized casualties on Eastern. XVestern, or automobile fronts? No. he is con- tent with a numberless Short Story tcontinued on the page after the page with the picture of the gla-oomph girll. Arriving at his oflice. Mr. Numfree settles down to read the mail Caddressed to Numfree Clothing Com- pany, The Storied Red Brick Building with the Green Roof, on Main between Oak and Ashnl. Ile rejects an order for a horse-sized box of stout mens suits: terms: lump of gold size of an apple. at the next lunar eclipse -for who would take a chance on the event of another lunar eclipse? tAnd, too. apples are small this seasonl. Mr, Numfrees secretary reminds him of his appoint- ment to call Klr. Smith when the sun shows above the roof of the bulding across the street. Central responds to Xlr. Numfrees telephone receiver-lifting with Let- ters, please . Give me X X Q Z A XY. Smith . While A'Ccntral trial-and-errors for Mr. Smith. Nlr. Numfrces secretary slips in a reminder that she tContinned on page 31 I 13

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Vagabonding by Bike GORDON V. SHULES NO MO RE teaching at camp! Our bicycles were packed with blankets. clothing. pots and pans. At ten o'clock. just ten minutes before we were to leave, Charles received a telegram offering him a job in Quebec. That's how I came to take a 700-mile bicycle trip alone. XV ith perfect weather, I made good time. My first night was spent in a field belonging to two spinsters who had quite a time trying to decide if it would be proper for me to stay. Their final aflirmative decision resulted in a splendid crop of aches and stiffness the next morn- ing. Cutler. Maine. a small fishing village, was the next pause. Near this place I stopped at a farmers house to ask permission to sleep in the barn. He referred me to the second selectman, who in turn referred me to the Hrst selectman. Now we were getting somewhere! This man, a Mr. XVallace. not only gave me a room with a real bed. but also insisted that I share his supper and breakfast. Eastport, Maine, was next, that being the eastern- most city in the United States. A ferry took me to un- spoiled, beautiful Deer Island. The people here have what is known as local time, which is regulated by the flow and ebb of a thirty-foot tide. The night was spent in a boathouse. A dip in the ocean next morning turned out to be much colder than I had expected. Later that day I visited St. Iohn's N. B.. and saw the famous reversing falls. Always game for a new experience. I applied at the jail for a cell in which to sleep. The police chief gave me one look. I don't think you'll like itfi was all he said. I was locked in a cell with French-Canadians for prison-mates. About midnight one of the men had an attack of delirium tremens, and stopped screaming only when a bucket of water was thrown on him. I loaded grain on an ex-rum runner in exchange for a passage across the Bay of Fundy. Great piles of pulp- wood were awaiting export to Germany at XVadesport, where we docked in Nova Scotia. At Annapolis Royal stands Fort Anne. settled by the French in I6l0. Here an old gentleman invited me to join him in a beer, It wasn't until the next day that I learned he meant soft-drink! My ride up the drought-stricken Annapolis Valley was uneventful. Hospitality here was extraordinary. Halifax was full of soldiers. and many of the bridges, due to war conditions abroad which were reflected here, were controlled. Such were some of the high spots of my trip that made me realize that Halliburton really had some- thing when he took up the career of a professional vag- abond. I Shall Teach HENRY ASTRIN A FEXV months before the completion of the recent school term, I was asked by a fraternity brother to work for him during the summer in XVashington. It must be said here that my position was obtained not because I was a A'brother to my employer, but because I had proved my worth as a salesman some time previously. Starting work immediately after graduation exercises. I realized I knew little of business life. This did not last long. however. In a few weeks a complete metamorpho- sis had taken place. I was no longer a kid wanting a lot of knowledge for my future life as a teacherg instead I was a cocksure salesman. bickering and fighting with 12 other salesmen and polishing my yet ragged technique on my poor prospects. I was no longer interested in be- coming a bespectacled young man teaching a lot of little brats. Certainly. I was an ignorant youngster! I was wilc with ambition! I was almost mad about the idea that z' good salesman can make more money in one week thar. a good teacher can make in a month! XVith these ideaz' my brain was tortured for weeks and weeks without Ulf contiding in anyone. when suddenly. a new experience challenged me. It was August. I was in the City of Brotherly Love' with my local fraters and others from different parts o TOWER LIGH'

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Walking Museum QCondensed from Science Digestj IAMES o'eoNNoR IUST AS man's clothes show buttons that do not function and buttonholes that do not open, so in our body there are structures which are the dwindled relics of organs once actively in use. These obsolete human organs so necessary to early man. are in most cases small. and familiar only to the anatomist. Their persistence shows us that the past lives on within us, even in trivialities. In the corner of our eye there is a little fold. between the eyeball and the red caruncle at the inner angle of the eye. Now there is no doubt as to the origin of the fold which anyone can see in the looking-glassg it is a dwindled relic of the third eyelid which is present in most mammals, and in birds. You have all noticed, no doubt. a horse standing by the side of a street moving its ear-trumpets or ear-pinnae, perhaps to locate the approach of its master who has been delivering some goods. Many mammals do this. and the movements seem to help in the localization of sounds. Man at one time was able to do this. but now his ear-moving muscles are typically vestigial. tThink of the advantage of such ears in listening to the almost whispered announcements during the asscmblyxl In the human body there is also evidence of a certain sense organ, called the organ of lacobsen which would enable us to detect more easily some odoriferous in- gredient. say a poison in the food. that we take into the mouth. But in man it is a vestige often disappearing altogether: and the openings to the organ, which would normally be located far forward on the roof of the mouth. are closed. Many of these obsolete organs appear in the embryo alone. others are present through out life. They are nour- ished by the body but are quite functionless. As Osborn has put it: They are mere pensioners of the body draw- ing pay. for past honorable services without performing any corresponding work . It is interesting to note that the number of dwind- ling human organs is slowly but surely increasing. How far can modern civilization go in throwing into disuse the functions of organs of the human body? At present, wisdom teeth and little toes are on their way out. After these-what then? omen' s ats DOLORES STROBLE IN THIS present day and age. there seems to be a hilarious uproar when the dusty old family album is dragged from its secret place and the solemn, but comi- cal pictures are thoroughly scanned. Modern debutantcs and sophisticated maidens are simply frustrated at the mere idea of wearing a complete battleship. guns and all. on their crowning headsg and so they scoff at their grand- mothers and kin for adorning themselves with such implements. Nevertheless. I. a member of the female species, am going to reverse the tables, so that the old family album may have the last laugh. No. modern damsels. don't turn awayg nay. stay and try to visualize how ridiculous your twentieth century head-garb appears. To begin with. it must be clearly 14 understood that a hat is used for protection. to attract the eye of masculine passcrs-by. and to reveal the traits of the wearer. Now. with that dehnition embedded in your mind, we can proceed to discuss the most popular topic of the day. womcn's hats. First of all, let us examine the fruit- covcred pie plate with its delicious and juicy grapes, pears, and peaches that makes one's mouth water: with this type it seems dangerous to twist the head because the action may produce a sudden torrent of scattered fruit just like the wind disperses apples from a heavily laden branch. This sort of head protection. although not worn with confidence, does arouse a sense of hunger. Included in this group is the QContinued on page 3Ol TOWER LIGHT