Worcester State University - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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SENIORS Nineteen

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THE WAY OF LIFE For the Seniors and All Those Starting on the Way Two men met on the Road of Life And one was happy and gay; One was weary with toil and strife, But both were bound the same way. The man who spoke first had bowed his head His features were set and grim; His character opened when he said That meaning Life held for him. “Life is a ship in the midst of a gale Tossing about on the sea When the light of the stars and the moon all fail And courage and faith all flee. Life is a hill and the path is steep Laden with stones is the way; Life is an underground dungeon-keep And its walls are cold and gray.” The second man’s eyes were clear and bright, The spirit was proud and brave, His voice rang out filled with glad delight When his view of Life he gave. “Life is a ship, but there is no gale, The sea is gentle and blue; Though the stars seem small and the moon is pale, Their light is enough for you. Life is a hill, but the downward path Is filled with beauty and peace; There is one great Home and one great Hearth Where all wanderers may sleep.” When each his View of Life he gave, Each went the same old way; The one with spirit bowed and grave The other one proud and gay. And who shall judge the one was right. And who shall say him nay — - It is a person’s State of Mind That points for him the Way. Frances A. Ryan Eighteen

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SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS EDNA D. .KNOLLIN RITA M. THOMPSON FRANCES A. RYAN ELIZABETH C. KENNEDY VIRGINIA M. LEONARD President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Social Chairman SENIOR CLASS HISTORY rpHE Freshman year is viewed only ■ telescopically, to be sure, but every detail in that far away picture is clearly outlined. Why, w ' e can see each one of us with expectant, eager faces as we joyously, if a little per- plexedly, wandered through the corri- dors and gradually became acquainted with both professors and classmates. Our timorousness did not wane to any great extent throughout the whole of this our initiation year, but the cor- diality with which we were received surelv dispelled any qualms we might have had upon setting foot on strange territory. Our Senior sisters saw to it that we were made known to the faculty at that never-to-be-forgotten Freshman-Senior party, and each clasp of the hand, as we met our professors, placed S. T. C. in a deeper and more substantial nook in our hearts. Not to be outdone by the formidable Seniors, the Sophomores took us under their collective wing by giving, in our honor, a most delightful reception. The splendid friendliness and cordiality which marked the first step in our career swung us happily to the end of this our first year at Worcester. Is it any wonder, then, that we turned eager faces to the future years at college. For the second year we entered the portals of Teachers College, but we were not at all puzzled now by corri- dors and program cards. Indeed, quite the contrary — now that we were full Twenty