University of Wisconsin Superior - Gitche Gumee Yearbook (Superior, WI)

Page 22 text:

GIT CHE GUM EE a gondola, we crossed the Bridge of Sighs, we walked on the Appian Way, we saw the Colosseum by moonlight, we spoke in the Forum, we sat among the ruins of Pompeii, and enjoyed many other equally wonderful experiences, of which I must not take space to tell. Beautiful Switzerland! how it contrasts with dirty Italy. We saw Lucerne and the “Lion,” Interlaken and the Jungfrau, Berne and the bears, and Basel. We took a boat ride on Lake Lucerne, landed at Toll’s Chapel, walked along Axenstrasse to Flenelen, and then by train” up to Altdorf—all points of interest because of their connection with the story of William Tell. The South German towns at which we stopped were Nurnberg, Munich, Strassburg, Heidelberg, and Weimar. Of these, Nurnberg is by far the most interesting, although each is well worth a visit. Unless present plans fail, we shall make one more sight-seeing trip which will, in fact, be the beginning of our homeward journey. It will include the Rhine, Cologne, Brussels, Paris, and London. I would like very much indeed to write about the people, the weather, the spring hats, and numerous other topics that have proven themselves of more than ordinary interest, but I must refrain, for I am fully aware that space is too valuable to be used up by long letters about so foreign a subject as Europe. So I will close with a wish for the unbounded success of the Gitche Gumeb and the school it repre- sents—a wish in which Mrs. Whealdon joins me most heartily. Berlin, Germany, April 2J, IQOQ. f3 12 12 From Miss Addie E. Bettes The flutter of approaching commencement is doubtless pervasive over the Superior State Normal School as over the Montana State Normal College. Our dormitory is humming with suggestions of senior and junior songs, poems, and historical reminiscences, which all accord with memories of previous years on the shores of Gitche Gurnee. Montana is not without its Superior representatives. I had been but a week or two in Dillon, when, just as I stepped upon a train bound for Helena, I felt my suit ease very gently but firmly lifted from my hand, and on looking up caught squarely the brown eyes of a well known Superior graduate bent upon me, Mr. George Rurtch. Needless to say the time between Dillon and Helena seemed brief enough, running over Superior events and sitting now and again quite speechless admiring the grandeur of mountain and canon. Reaching Helena, I went forth early in the morning to the high school building where the institute was to be held for which I had been summoned. As the teachers gathered in, greeting each other enthusiastically after the long vacation, I felt for a few moments quite a stranger. Suddenly I became conscious of something familiar in a face which was turned rather curiously in my direction. I recognized, after one bewildered moment, Miss Ida Stone, a Superior alumna. A most delightful evening was spent with Miss Stone and some of her friends, when we tested her domestic skill with savory concoctions in the chafing dish. Once again, in coming from another institute, I was hurrying down the windswept streets of Helena, when I fancied I heard my name. I concluded, of course, PACE TWENTY

Page 21 text:

place to joy in some other line of service, while the other because the labor union says so. or because the pound of flesh has been duly cut from next the heart of labor. Because of this condition of things there is a cry of misery ever going up from the ranks of the world’s workers. Men arc longing for life and brotherhood, mothers' hearts arc being eaten out because children are crying for bread, employers are stockading their plants lest they he attacked by those who need them to get a living with, supreme courts and boards of arbitration arc busy making adjustments that scarcely last until the ink that prints them is dry, those who believe in God arc nightly praying for the dawn of a new day, the literary folk arc turning out tons of books to show that laboring men arc wrong or that capital is not doing right, the politician is suggesting many remedies, but seemingly to little purpose. It may work out all right some day and in some way. I wish 1 knew just how it is to come about. But I cannot avoid the belief that if each seeks happiness in daily occupation because he gives joy to others and because he can do this particular piece of work well: that if the employers of labor offer life through work to the employee; and if both joy in the bettered condition of the other, there will, through the universal brotherhood of man, come that peace and contentment which all the miserable arc seeking for so vainly. Place yourself in fitting harmony with some fruitful line of labor, and one step is taken in the right direction. GIT CHE GUM EE JS fB 15 From Mr. A. D. Whcaldon I wish to thank you very much indeed for your offered opportunity of greeting the readers of the Gitcmh with a few things concerning our year here in Europe. So far the year has been an admirable mixture of pleasure and profit. Berlin is one of the most beautiful cities of all Europe, and its opportunities along lines of art, music, theaters, and museums are unsurpassed; so there is never a want of an avenue for pleasant, profitable recreation and amusement. The university has been equal to the highest expectations, and consequently I have found there an abundance of that more serious form of amusement commonly called “school work.” Fortunately we have not had to spend all our time here in Berlin. Our first week on the Continent was spent in Holland, that beautiful lawn-like home of the Dutch, the land that gave us the founders of New York and the ancestors of Prof. Hcmbdt. Our Christmas vacation we spent in Dresden, and during the Faster, or intersemester, vacation, which lasts six weeks, wc made our most extensive trip. It included South Germany, Switzerland, and Italy. Wc went as far south as Naples and as high up as the top of Vesuvius. Going, we crossed the Alps by the Brenner Pass in Tyrol, and returning, by the St. Gotrhard. The scenery along both routes is wonderfully beautiful, but for marvelous feats of engineering the St. Gotthard is far in the lead. Italy is long on old ruins, old churches, paintings, statues, wine, donkeys, smells, and fleas, and short on good eating and the English language. It is needless to say that this inequality of supply and demand was the subject of much comment, and at times was the cause of physical suffering and the loss of valuable sleep. Wc visited Verona, Padua, Venice, Florence. Rome, Naples. Pisa. Genoa, and Milan. We rode in PAGE NINETEEN

Page 23 text:

that I must be mistaken, but glanced back hastily. Sure enough, there was a vision of Superior days in Miss Theresa Lily, whom many in the normal school now will remember. At still another institute, we had just left the automobile which brought us from the train and entered the hotel office to register, when Miss Loretta McDonald stepped out from the crowd and greeted me in her warm-hearted way that Superior normal people know well. Not many weeks ago I had a letter from Miss Nellie Trolander, who is now in Idaho. From the far Northwest I have heard of others, of whom perhaps in another year I can tell you more. I am glad to say that the reports I hear of all are good. I extend to you, Seniors, my heartiest congratulations on the completion of your course and my earnest desire for your success. I wish, indeed, I might be with you on your commencement morning. Dillon, Mont., April 5, IQOQ. GIT CHE GUM EE ra ft? is From Miss Florence D. Pettengill It was with great pleasure that I received word from the staff of the Gitche Gumee requesting a message from the past and gone members of the Superior Normal faculty. It seemed quite like old times to again be in touch with the school where I enjoyed so many years of interesting work. Time Hies so rapidly that it is hard to realize that two years have flown by since I was last with you. How I should love to look into the familiar faces, and wander through the familiar halls, on the rubber matting, once more after all these years. But that, of course, is out of the question, owing to the great distance. And not even the two-cents-a-milc rates on the railroad help us out; for, inquiring, the other day, I found that for some unaccountable reason I would have to pay at the rate of three cents a mile, were I to undertake the long and dangerous trip by rail from Duluth to your city. And since the same would be true for you, I suppose it is useless to urge you as a student body, or my old co-workers on the faculty, or even the new and untried members, to visit my work. Still I do so, and gladly offer any inducements such as a stiff hill climb, a magnificent geographical display of bay, river, lake, and point, and luncheon at Washburn Hall, to any and all who can find time and car fare to come. I presume you would like to know of my work in another state. I have charge of the domestic science department in the Duluth Normal School, where we have fiftv-cent course dinners and faculty luncheons, as we did of yore in the old domestic science room at Superior. We never make “eight gallons” of ice cream in our store room, owing to the fact that we have no store room over here, and every cake ever made in the department has been eaten by the ones for whom it was intended. Speaking of Washburn Hall, you are probably interested in that part of my work, since you arc anxiously awaiting the building of your own new dormitory. You could hardly think of any place more beautifully situated than is this dormitory of which I am preceptress. It is on a commanding high hill of the city of Duluth, and from its windows we have as glorious a view as can be found any place. The Hall accommodates fifty students, and it would be hard to find a more finely planned and PACE TWES'TY-ONE