University of Massachusetts Lowell - Sojourn / Knoll Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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Pegasus in Our Day HERITAGE This is not a part of me Tenements of choking hearts Stones worn smooth by desperate feet Alleys where crime, not courage starts. Give me one sunset over a marsh A hill to climb when cold winds rage A pine tree covered with fallen snow That my heart may know its heritage. Milda M. Upley THE OLD APPLE TREE Pink in all its glory Stands the old apple tree Beneath my window breathing In perfumed ecstacy. Outdoors, over the hills, I know Love holds feast with life God sends the tinted breeze To conjure calm with strife. Rena A. King APPRECIATION The beauty and the wealth of nature ' s dower Is passed unseen by men of trivial mind; They walk unmindful of the dainty flower And crush and bruise with careless step and blind. They stroll beneath the stars but do not know The sacrament of summer days so fair. The rain with sun ' s rays mingling to and fro Seeming to hold the sky and breathe the air. But some blessed ones have seen the glori- ous light Of wonder and of nature and of God; And stars have beauty as if mortal sight Had been denied. Till standing on this sod They watched and felt until their eyelids burned With beauty that the world and life have spurned. Alice L. Ackroyd NIGHTFALL A little white moon and a bright curve of water, — A soft wind sighing where the last leaves cling; An unseen path edged with dusky poppies, A drowsy garden, where no birds sing. Cool night! and the aching feet may be rested O stained with earth ' s toil and travelworn — As rises the mist from the whispering rushes, Balm for the tired heart, peace is born. Hazel E. Inch TO HELEN:— Staunch and brave is the yellow crocus flower As gallantly it pushes aside the warm brown earth; Nothing, nothing at all are the cold and icy blasts. Thy petals spend the ice and snow Thinking only of the golden glow Which breaks forth in the crisp morning air. Even so, Helen, you stemmed the strain and ache Amongst the rocks, and wouldst not think Of what the wind was doing. When All your friends came back with pains and heartaches Annihilating all that spends itself in noth- ingness, You planted fruits of life and beauty in their hearts. Ethel L. Benson I MISS YOU I miss you when the early dawn Breaks on a silent world I miss you when the fragment morn Its rosy mist has hurled. I miss you when sunshine is laid O ' er fields of clovered hay. I miss you in the quiet shade Of swiftly sinking day. I miss you most at eventide When the world in silhouette Crowds life in dreams that never hide The you I ne ' er forget. Mary A. Doyle

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Class Song We came to thee Lowell in search of life ' s knowledge, You welcomed us warmly, with arms quite outspread, And gladly proceeded to satisfy our needs, With patience and great love you lighted our way. Although we are leaving, we ' ll never dispense with The ideals and fond hopes which you gave to us, Which caused every soul to break forth into blossom, Making our faces shine with the light from within. When from thee dear Lowell, we sadly take our leave And follow the paths which lie not far away, We ' ll always remember life ' s lessons you taught us To be forever brave, faithful, loyal, and free. Ethel L. Benson Class Poem There ' ll be days so dark that we ' ll seek in vain For the spirit of L. T. C. Though the darkness hide, She ' ll be there to guide With her outstretched torch flung free. Oh ! what joy there will be to depend on you When the way is dim, and we cannot see. How our glad hearts will yearn and spirit return To her outstretched torch flung free. We will light our torch at the temple door And guard it fearlessly. There will be strength and power in the darkest hour From her outstretched torch flung free. Leora E. Richardson 28

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Class History With wide eyed wonder, sixty freshmen approached the open portals of the Lowell Teachers College to take upon themselves the responsibilities of a college student. Another freshmen class, yes, but one quite different from all predecessors, for this was our class and the year was 1933. Sixty little freshmen Standing in a ring Waiting in their terror For initiation to begin. A week of white stockings, head bands, loudly portraying our names, ringless fingers, and pale faces; and then, wonder of wonders, we were full fledged freshmen. A successful organization needs a guiding hand and ours found refuge with Miss A. Florence Kirby. We proudly introduced her as our faculty advisor at a Yuletide Dance, our first great L. T. C. venture. Under such guidance and the leadership of our class officers, Claire Cosgrove, Betty Stowell, Ruth Kidder, and Nellie Senften, no class could be unsuccessful. Soon finding the truth of the old adage, All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, we sought and found pleasure in theatre parties, a picnic at Long Pond, and a unique egg rolling contest, with the prizes, for originality and speed, carried off by Mary Cronin, Leora Richardson, and Barbara Thompson. We also have pleasant memories of a Wienie roast given for us by our senior sisters, whose spirit of welcome so warmed our hearts, that we shall always hold a place reserved for them there. Time marches on and brings with it a splendid opportunity for our first week- end at Hampton Beach. Days of fun and happiness, well compensated us for our few inches of alloted bed space at night. We also learned that a bath tub can quite easily be converted into a bed should company unexpectedly arrive for the night, although we cannot vouch as to the comfort of such an arrangement. Memories of our fresh- man week-end that was so well-attended, and so well-enjoyed will always be with us. So we ended our first year which was filled with much happiness and joy. It was with a feeling of possessive pride that we returned to our college as Soph- omores. It was with a new feeling of class solidarity that we elected our class officers. Being cognizant of Claire Cosgrove ' s fine guidance in our Freshmen year, we re- elected her as our president. With such officers as Ruth Mitchell, Ruth McGarry, and Anna Rynne to assist her, we expected a delightful year. Our first social function was a theatre party in Lowell. We had chosen to see The Count of Monte Cristo. Our choice proved to be a wise one, for the picture was so romantically satisfying that it kept the girls exclaiming for several days. One of the most entertaining parties the class held was the costume party. Never was a more colorful group gathered at the college; there were all kinds of characters from colonial maidens to bedizened old ladies. An impromptu, not to say hilarious, entertainment was presented to the enjoyment of all. 30