Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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G.I. E WERE VERY PROUD TO HEAR THAT MA- jor Ioshua Wheeler has received the Bronze Star Medal. Iosh, a member of the Class of '35, was awarded the medal at an Eighth Air Force Bomber Station in England. The citation accompanying the decoration read: For meri- torious achievement in connection with military operations against an enemy of the United States. Good work, Major Wheelerl Lieutenant Cs.g.j Rebecca C. Tansil, U.S.N.R., attended the September graduation at the College and was back for another visit in October. The Glee Club got lots of new Navy songs fall with a Southern accentj, If we could all look as dashing as she, our registrar would have an easier job re- cruiting WAVES than she had recruiting students for S.T.C. We were pleased and surprised to be visited by Lieutenant Crook. Our former science instructor is now stationed in Washington, D. C. That glitter about him was caused by a brand new silver bars. It was good to see Lieutenant Crook at home in the science corridors - wasn't it? l Lieutenant Ken Martin of the Class of '43 was among re- cent visitors at S.T.C. His remark Was: Things at College are much the same -despite the lack of males. Our remark is: That is an entirely masculine point of view. Ken is sta- tioned at Truax Field, Madison, Wisconsin, doing work on radio and related matters. ' L P We were also glad to welcome Lieutenant A. H. Baer, Class of '34, who is now at Base Classification, Langley Field, Virginia. Private Stan Mullineaux, who served for many years as State Officer, is now located in the Deshon General Hospital, Butler, Pennsylvania. We were pleased to have him as a visitor recently. 4 fWhat is there about our returning G.Ifs that is so fascij nating? It must be that man about camp looklj Bring CFS Home with 6th War Loan OCTOBER - 1944 CLUBS-l' HE CLUBS HAVE BEEN VERY ACTIVE THIS summer. In fact, so active that some of -the clubs that have been hibernating came out and showed themselves for the first time in ages. No names will be mentioned, please! If you hear, 'Tm not going to Glee Club practice this after- noon, don't believe a word of it. Every member is there or else - or else she's escorted personally by Miss Weyforth. From the results shown at graduation of summer practicing, one can easily see that none of the members had missed one Monday's afternoon of vocalizing. Perhaps they did miss one, the afternoon that Miss Weyforth gave a delightful picnic in the Glen for her loyal members. The Natural History Group fulfilled its promise and held another breakfast be-tween the trees and the boids. As usual, 'everyone had a super time -- especially the girls who took the science elective. They proved themselves to be quite competent ornithologists while leading the rest of the group on a bird walk before breakfast. The Marshalls have been doing a bit of celebrating also. One Wednesday afternoon they put aside their window sticks and attendance slips, and paraded to the shelter armed with ginger ale, cup cakes, peaches and a guest, Betty Muss- ington. The main event of the afternoon was the giving of awards. Betty Mussington and Mary Shipley received a TC pin for two years of service and Dorothy Beatty an MTC pin for three years of service. If you're planning to go to the convention which the In- ternational Relations Club attends every year, you had better be looking for notice of the next meeting. At the meeting of the I.R.C. this summer it was decided that anyone who does not attend the next meeting of the group will be unable to attend the convention, which will be held some place in Pennsylvania this fall. As you know, these conventions are loads of fun so be sure not to miss the next meetings. Every- one is invited to attend. The Student Christian Association has been entertaining again. The entire club threw a party in the dorm for .the dorm students one night. The most distinguished of the lat- ter wore housecoats, While others were seen in shorts and abbreviated PI's. The Athletic Association was really on the ball this se- mester. A very extensive program was not only planned but also carried out. We can't offer enough thanks to Mary Ellen Perrin, Mr. Minnegan and the rest of the A.A. Board for making so many activities possible. Included in the sports were tennis, archery, and soft ball. 3

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ea-mfzud efawlfllea HE HOUSE LIGHTS DIM -- THE FOOTLIGHTS go up and the Voice of Education resounds once again through the halls of S.T.C. Each year the Lighting of the Way is more impressive and the Freshman Procession by candlelight is lovelier. This year the entrance of almost seventy new freshmen in-to our ranks made the ceremony un- forgettable. To each freshman we extend a hearty welcome. You are now part of the tradition of S.T.C. - one of us. We sin- cerely hope that you'll like us and want to stay. NE, TWO, THREE - yes, count -them again if you don't believe us. Three more men have invaded the campus here at the College. Well, that gives us a batting average of 4 now - that's more than Goucher an-d Vassarf can say Cmeowj. But seriously speaking, boys, not every day is Sadie Hawkins Day at S.T.C., and it's nice to have you around. ' USIC NOTE: MISS WEYFORTH HAS THAT gleam in her eye - Bass Voices in the Glee Club! QNOW Morris can sing regular alto againj R. DUNLAP HAS GAINED A CAPABLE AND energetic assistant and we at S.T.C. have lost a friend and inspiring teacher. Dr. Lynch has left the College to aid Dr. Knight Dunlap in -his studies in California. We all miss her. We miss her guiding hand on the Towlan LIGHT, those lab discussions we used to have, and her friendly counsel that she was never too busy to give. We, at home for the present, will wish Dr. Lynch success in her work and we,ll look to the future when she'll be back with us again. NIONS! UGH! BUT BELIEVE IT OR NOT IT WAS fun! What am I talking about? Why, the Freshman Party that the Dorm girls threw on Registration Eve fand I mean threwj The Dorm gals entertained royally, and we danced, sang and had a swell time. Well, what if we did munch onions for a pastime? fKay Koenig's penalty for a Mop Dance we dancedj It was strictly in fun and no one minded too much. POETIC NOTE: Onions are a perfumed treat, For all the ones that eats 'em. But what about the suffering weak, Who must be sweet and greet 'em. QI mean the ones who eats 'em.j 2 Y THE WAY, IF YOU SKIPPED ANY OF THE Assemblies this summer, you missed some great en- tertainment! fOf the varied type, toolj A breath-taking and surprising entertainer, one of the noted psychologists from Boston University, presented a fascinating program on mind- reading and the magicians tricks of the trade. But it just ainlt so, we shouted, and he agreed. It's all in understanding the human emotions - not evoking the supernatural. And we had a good movie, too - The Maid of Salem, a rip-snorting thriller with hero, heroine and villain. Fred Mac- Murray and Claudette Colbert were the same old lovable team, while we in the audience booed and cheered. Talk about superstitious people - Whewl But the most impressive and well enacted was the Fourth of Iuly ceremony, held on the steps of the Administration Building, a time when we looked back on our fight for in- dependence, and ahead on that which we're fighting to save -and perpetuate today. Then the whole College had a picnic lunch in the Glen. Doesn't that sound good? OT DOGS! WATERMELON! ICED TEA! WATER- melon! Potato chips! Pickles! Watermelon! Rolls! Cookies! Watermelon! Watermelon! The Iunior Class will never forget watermelons after their luscious class picnic in the Glen. It sounds as if they just might have had some watermelon, If at any future .day this fruit shows up in the College, BEWARE! ERE AT SCHOOL WE ALWAYS HAVE NEW faces and fresh ideas among -the students, and now among our faculty there is an addition: Mr. Kaiser. The stu-dents are glad to welcome him to the halls of S.T.C. and hope he'll like us as much as we do him. The science depart- ment continues to carry on. OU DO KNOW ABOUT THE GREAT SCHOOL Spirit aroused this summer over the discontinuation of Summer School Sessions, don't you? Originally the charter specified that three extra terms would be held at this College, the time which -terminated at the end of this last summer. Members of all classes held a rush meeting, drew up a peti- tion for two more summers, signed and pledged themselves, and presented it to Dr. Wiedefeld. Our President has prom- ised to work for our cause. Now we must watch and wait for administrative and state action. fC0ntinued on page 8, THE TOWER LIGHT

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- -A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS-- 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 puEs 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 lirst 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 ol? from THE TOWER LIGHT