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lvliss Hattie Josephine Adams ISS ADAMS, who is the honorary member of this year's graduating class, is that motherly-looking I lady on the second Hoorf' as one Freshman was heard to describe her. And, like the old woman who lived in a shoe, she has so many children she doesnit know what to do! She has just exactly four hundred and eighteen girls, and each single blessed one of them requires a little of Miss Adams's time and attention. What with cheer practices, and dance committees, and picture com- mittees, and commencement committees, and heaven knows how many other committee meet- ings, Miss Adams has precious little time to spare. It was easier by far to get the Golden Fleece, than it was to get ten minutes of Miss Adams's valuable time for so inconsequential a thing as an interview. Monday? No, I've got to go to cheer practice. Tuesday? I'm going to speak to the picture committee. Wednesday? I've got a fac- ulty meeting. Thursday? Sorry, I simply must go to cheer practice. F riday? I'm going to Car- lin's with the girls. And so on and on and on. In desperation I asked, Have you anything to do in the morning before school ? Yes, she answered calmly. I've got to make my bed! But for once she neglected her duty, and met me in the wee small hour in the morn- ing before nine o'clock. In spite of the work and trouble which the honorary membership involves, Miss Adams' has enjoyed it. She has enjoyed being with the girls perhaps almost as much as the girls have enjoyed being with her. My one hope, she says, is that I may influence some few girls as I was in- fluenced by one of my teachers at the Eastern High School, to whom I owe an enormous debt of gratitude for any success that I may have achieved. Miss Adams thinks that all of her four hundred and eighteen girls are perfectly lovely. She thinks the girl of today has a lot more initiative and is a whole lot more resource- ful than the girl of my day. She says that the honorary membership has not been such hard work for her because she has had so much help and cooperation. The girls themselvesf, Miss Adams says, have been so resourceful and so capable that they have done almost everything themselves. I have been encouraged and helped by the teachers in the school, and any success that I may have had as honorary member is due very largely to the help and encouragement of the other teachers. And the class of 1925 wants to add that if she were helped by the heavenly angels themselves, she could not have done better. Miss Adams was born in Baltimore. She ad- mits having been graduated from the Eastern High School, but then she evens matters by say- ing it was always her ambition to teach at West- ern! Miss Adams was always fond of studying languages, of which she learned only six or seven. In fact, she says, I am so fond of them that I often speak all seven at one time ! Miss Ad- ams has studied at Goucher College and at the johns Hopkins University, where she got her de- gree. She still studies Spanish during her sum- mer vacations at Middlebury, Vermont, where she meets only Spanish natives and professors. She never hears or speaks a word of English all the while she is there-the only thing she per- mits herself to do in English isvdream. Her sum- mers when spent in Middlebury are quite differ- ent from her winters at Western, where her life is just one struggle to hear less English and a little Spanish! - Miss Adams says of teaching: I began my career as a teacher in an English-German school in one of the foreign neighborhoods. I had all classes of children from four to fifteen years old, and I enjoyed it so much that I used to wish I was dead every time I passed a cemetery! In my teaching experience I have taught every grade in the primary schools and all four years of high school, and so I ought to know human nature by this time. And she certainly does! Among other' things about human nature, Miss Adams knows that girls like to have their class- room work enlivened with a little music. Miss Adams has always been musical-she could sing before she could walk. Her voice, her classes vow, is heavenly, and she treats them to a song when- ever they are especially good. At these times the neighborhood birds are said to congregate on the window-sills and listen in raptures-learning their lessons, as it were. Miss Adams has never known how to dance, in fact, she has never approved of dancing. How- ever, she did not know what else to let her girls fl
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I0 WESTWARD HO do, and as the girls never suggested anything else themselves, she had to let them dance! Dr. Becker says that Miss Adams is always losing things. If she were a man, Miss Adams declares, she would have become a locksmith or a burglar-she has become so proficient in open- ing locks without a key! Thank heaven, she was born a girl-there are too many bandits as it is, and not enough teachers like Miss Adams. And the class of 1925 can safely assure Miss Adams that there is one key that she can never lose, and that is the key to the heart of every single girl who marched up the aisle at the Senior Assembly of 1925. Blanche Rosner, '25 POGITIS MARJORIE. GRAFFLIN, '25, FRUSTRA See how the rosy dawn's kissed the tall trees And tinted the How'rs as they sway in the breeze? Wake! for the robin is merrily singing Of all of the joy that the morning is bringing. Hear the far chimes from the steeples that rise All bathed in the fire of the sunset's bright skies? Wake! For the twilight is silently creeping To shed its cool balm on the world that lies sleeping. Feel the deep peace of the soft summer night Where the dreamy moon clasps the still earth in its light ? Oh, wake! for the gentle wind murmurs its story, And stars dot the blue robe of evening in glory. DISILLUSION Pink rosebuds underneath the lamp's bright glow, Serene in all your gentle loveliness, You think the lamp the sun and joyously Open your golden hearts for its caress: But Finding just the cold, harsh glare instead, You droop upon your stems, your beauty fled. Poor flowers! l could tell you of some souls That, burning with a love of golden fire, Turn all their striving toward some gilded Hume, And when at length they reach for their desire, Find it but dross, and, stung with blinding pain, Bow their crushed heads nor lift them up again. THE LADY OF THE BLOSSOMS She stood beneath the cherry blooms: The flowers kissed her hair: They fluttered to the ground and made A fairy carpet there. l wished that l could comfort her: l knew her heart was sad. l gave a crimson rose to her, To show the love l had. With quivering lip, she dropped it where The fallen blossoms lay. l saw the tears shine in her eyes, Then turned, and fled away.
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