Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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ORPORAL RUTH ROSEN, MCVVR-CLASS --G. I. COLUMN- Resolution for John Hackman HEREAS, JOHN HACKMAN, DURING HIS enrollment in this college attained a position of especial prominence and respect, Whereas, his standards of scholarship and his rela- tions with fellow students were in keeping with those which this college deems desirable, be it Resolved: That as a student body we shall endeavor to perpetuate the principles so highly prized by him and be it further Resolved: That this resolution shall become a part of the permanent annals of the Student Government Association of the State Teachers College at Tow- son. CSignedj The Student Government Association of the State Teachers College at Towson November 14, 1944 Christmas Greetings T THIS SEASON OF THE REMEMBRANCE of friends, we wish to extend greetings to our G.I.'s. Even a global war cannot extinguish the light of the Christmas spirit. Many G.I.'s will be far from home this Christmas, but we all know that they will not be far from the hearts of those at home. Let's make this Christmas joyful with thoughts and plans for the many Merry Christmases to come. Visitors of '40-flew up from Paris Island, South Carolina in a Martin Bomber. We were glad to have her share in the excitement of our mock election. We hope that you'll be visiting us soon again, Ruth. Lieutenant fj.g.D Harold R. Manakee-'27-visited us while on a thirty day leave. He has just returned from eighteen months service in the Mediterranean area. He sends best wishes to all school grads in the Services. DECEMBER - 1944 ---MENS CLUB-- HE SWING QUARTET IS RAPIDLY TAKING on wider proportions and may soon develop into a full orchestra. Barbara Harper has brought her skill as a pianist and her witty arrangements to the fore. Evelyn Pearl and her violin and Arlene Thomas with her clarinet have come out of hiding. Don has added a cymbal to the battery, while Professor Kiser has supplemented his mouthpiece for a real, genuine Harry james mouthpiece for the trumpet. This he acquired with six Wheatie box-tops and two bits. Sax-tooter Merril furnishes his big time arrangements to our rising little-time band. Now in practice is Stardust, with a snappy piano solo, Tiger Rag for the hep-cats, and Till Then for the smoothies. Auditions will soon be in order for a soloist and then the whole shin-dig will head for the foyer of Newell Hall where they hope to entertain several lunch hours a week. CSounds good, doesn't itl? E.M.j is Who's Who! UR COLLEGE IS ONE OF THE ACCRED- ited institutions of a group of over 600 American universities and colleges which selects students each year. These students are selected by an unprejudiced committee which bases its decision on a point system, to appear in Who's Who Among Students in Ameri- can Universities and Colleges. The purpose of Vxiho's Who is to serve as an incentive to students to get the most out of their college careersg as a means of com- pensation to students for what they have already done: as a recommendation to the business world: and as a standard of measurement for students. Wie should be proud of our girls who made the grade. The 1944-45 issue will include the biographies of the follow- ing: Lucy Goldsmith Barbara Whitehurst Mary Carroll Helen Martin Bernice Knell Ann Landis NVilI you be cho which to work. SCH HCXL Mary Baumgartner Emma XV. Stansbury Patricia VV addy Norma Bretall Mary Ellen Perrin Betty Seitz year? It is an hono r for 3

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CAMPUS CHATTER AST MONTH MARKED ANOTHER GREAT success to be recorded in the annals of the S.G.A. According to general concensus of opinion, the Autumn Dance Cplus the Melodiersj was one of the most colorful in years. Certainly the beautiful hues of a Maryland Fall well duplicated in the decorations of leaves, plaid wool blankets and a glowing fireplace set the mood for the evening. Everyone had a splendid time, especially the servicemen four guests of the evening! who, needless to say, were overwhelmed by the charm and beauty of Maryland's prospective teachers. PLUG! We're all looking forward to the next social on the calendar and may it be SOON! LUMNAE, MEN AND WOMEN, CIVILIAN and military visited us this month. Especially prominent were Lee McCardle, Ned Logan, and Ted Katenkamp, who tripped the light fantastic at the S.G.A. dance. It means so very much to all of us to welcome all of them back to S.T.C. We at home think of you often and are living in the hope that you'll be back en masse soon again. OVEMBER ALSO BROUGHT THE ADVEN T of Thanksgiving to our doors, a time of feasting, celebration and FREEDOM from school. The oc- casion in the dorm was gala-a formal holiday dinner with all the trimmings. A plenteous harvest this year brought pumpkin pie, cranberries and turkey for many of us, but did we stop to think what Thanks- giving 1944 really meant to us? The Thanksgiving of turkey and dressing is of little importance this year. It is rather a day when we shall remember that God is providing and will continue to provide for our needs. Let us continue to give thanks for American skies unclouded by Axis bombers and a land that is FREE! LECTION DAY WAS NOV. 7th, WHEN A hot and heavy time was had all over the United States. But, boy oh boy, our college certainly repre- sented a slice of American life that day. Campaign posters, pictures, and banners had been conspicuous for several days in halls and classrooms, but the campaign election assembly climaxed our national spirit. Staunch supporters of Roosevelt and Dewy gave vigorous speeches for their favorite candidate for the presidency, and master-pieces of oratory they were too. Then, with all electioneering forbidden, we voted by mock ballot for the future president- our vote was a miniature of the country's. 2 Roosevelt won by only a slight margin, the man who we now accept as the choice of the country. But S.T.C. was right in there pitching, who knows, maybe one of our members will be running for a government office someday! QEditor's note :-Are you trying to evade WATSONPJ HIS FALL HAS BROUGHT SOME REVOLU- tionary changes to our school through the Student Government Association. The most outstanding of all was the separation of the Athletic Association and the Scheduled Gym Classes, and the rudimentary introduction of a Point System on College and Citi- zen achievements. UMM! THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A roasted hot dog sizzling on a stick, held by some of our fellow students down in the Glen, especially in the late twilight and early night hours. Potato chips, hot baked beans, pickles, apples, cocoa, and sticky buns make the picture complete-a tableau of the several weinie roasts held in the Glen this fall. Dur- ing one, a group of day students stayed overnight, bunking with their dorm-sisters on the sleeping porch. Brother! Was that place cold,-but wrapped in flan- nel pajamas, robes, and blankets a foot thick, we sur- viviedg and loved it. At least we can still tell the tale. HEATRE GOERS IN BALTIMORE HAVE had a great treat for the past several weeks. One week the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Company pre- sented The Mikado, Pirates of Penzance, Trial by jury, Pinafore, Iolanthe, and The Gondo- liers. Paul Osborn's dramatic production of john Her- shey's best selling novel, A Bell for Adano, set out upon a brilliant career before reaching our city, and was here acclaimed widely. Many of us read the novel this summer, the story of an American major in charge of the rehabilitation of a captured Italian town. Also Anton Chekhov's popular classic, The Cherry Orchard was as delightful as ever in it's season here. HRISTMAS IS IN THE AIR! ALL THE store windows downtown are foretelling the gay holiday season for us. Here at school we're looking ahead to a great Christmas program and a time-honored celebration on our campus, carol singing. It's just around the corner, so . . . Merry Qibristmas 1 I ! THE TOWER LIGHT

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-- -A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS-l-- OW WELL I REMEMBER THAT DAY before last Christmas Eve! Ev, my girl friend, and I were standing on the deck of the Bay ferry, watching the blustering wind ruffle the water into white caps, which splashed the sides of the laboring ferry. It was quite rough sailing-windy and wet, with the ferry cumbersomely ploughing into one trough of water, then another. The sky was icy gray, streaked with yellow and with little black puffs of clouds scudding back and forth overhead. When the ship docked and we began to walk the country back- roads to the farm, Hakes of snow were already begin- ning to drift silently down, settling on the barren landscape, with its gaunt bare trees and bushes-the empty furrowed brown fields. We'd be glad to get to the farm and settled in the little house, pockmarked with the storms and winds of the years. just the housekeeper would be there when we arrived, and Queenie, the collie dog. They'd welcome us with light and warmth and food. We'd put our packages of supplies and Christmas gifts on the hearth, and after warming up a bit we'd go out into the storm again, to our neighbor's house, a mile away. Our first Christ- mas on an isolated farm! It sounded like fun-but how exciting it was to be we had no way of knowing. The Dawsons were our nearest neighbors. Mr. Dawson was an oiler on a Merchant Marine tanker and, they believed, was now on his way over-seas. Mrs. Dawson was running the farm alone and taking care of Irma and Ben, the two children. We were to share our Christmas with them-help them trim the tree and open the gifts at midnight. We had planned to leave for the Dawson farm about seven o'clock, taking the stable lantern and a flashlight with us. The drifts would not be too deep by then, and if the storm became worse, we could stay overnight. We were pre- paring to leave when the telephone rang. I remember being surprised at the time that the telephone lines weren't down. We waited to see who could be call- ing, and the white face of the housekeeper, after she had answered, warned us that something was wrong. I grabbed the telephone and said, Yes, who is it? A small scared voice came thinly over the line-a voice I recognized as belonging to seven-year-old Ben Dawson. He was half crying. Mommy's so still-she won't wake up. I know she's awful sick, 'cause she kept her hand to her side and kept moaning and tellin' me to call somebody quick. All right, Ben-we'll come right away! Keep your 4 mother covered up, and we'll get a doctor and get there as soon as we can. Help us to-Hello, hello! The line went dead. Quick, Ev! Walk down to Fox's I turned to Ev. store and get him to take his car and drive me to Stevensville for Dr. james. The line's out. I'll go to Dawson's and see what I can do for her until the Hurry! doctor gets there. We hurried out into the storm and the blizzard seemed to increase in fury. My coat and boots were heavy with snow and my eyelashes frozen together by the time we reached the other farm. Ev went on ahead to see about the doctor. Neither the lantern nor the flashlight helped much, for the wind was blowing handfuls of snow into the feeble light. Ben was watching at the window and hurried to open the door-tow-headed Ben, still showing a trace of his summer tan. But he was frightened now almost to the point of panic. As I stepped inside, I looked around quickly, Mrs. Dawson was a still, dark, huddled mass on the living-room couch. The fire in the room's pot-bellied stove had died down and the room was lighted by a small kerosene lamp on the old-fashioned roll-topped desk. The room was chill and dark, and groping shadows stole out from the corners, merging with other shdows thrown out by the furniture. The naked, untrimmed tree stood in a corner of the room, looking forlorn and dispirited. Scattered balls and unopened packages cluttered the floor around it. There were just three sounds, the tick of the kitchen wall-clock, the sputtering of a piece of green kindling in the stove, and, from a darkly hidden chair, the muffled sobs of a frigtened child. That's Irm crying, said Ben, trying to muster up a last shred of courage. I'll see about her later. Right now we're got to look after your mother. Go get some kindling wood from the shed and bring it in here. Don't get it wet. Mrs. Dawson was not asleep, but was almost un- conscious with pain. It looked like appendicitis to me. I had Ben pump some water fnom the kitchen sink and applied towels to Mrs. Dawson's hot fore- head. The house was beginning to warm up, but I was plenty worried. What if Ev had been lost in the storm? The drifts were almost up to the windows by now and snow' was pelting down harder every minute. Could the doctor get through to us? I tried to put such things out of my mind, but there wasn't much I could do, and I had more than enough time to think- with that white wall of silence cutting us off from THE TOWER LIGHT