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Martha Harvey Parquette Scrapbook - MMS 1681
Martha Harvey Parquette created this scrapbook while she was a student. It covers the activities, faculty, and students of the first graduating class of Bowling Green Normal College (now Bowling Green State University) in 1915.
[Drawing of Umbrella]
Class Banquet May 13 - 1915
Helen Crom ----------Toastmistress
May Lambert ---------Class History
B. Slaybaugh --------Biographies
J. Chambers Of
G. Kocker Class officers
F. Kuhlman --------Class Poem
M. Meilink --------Comedienne
B. Mayhew ---------Toast-to-faculty
M. Crowley --------Rogue's Gallery
Good morning young ladies! A year has come and gone since our Junior Banquet, and in that time perhaps every one of us have felt like the poet who said: -
"Winter is too cold for work
Freezin' weather makes me shirk.
Spring comes on and keeps me wishin'
I could end my days a fishin'.
And in summer, when its hot
I say - work can go to pot.
Autumn days so calm and hazy
Sorter makes me kind a - lazy.
That's the way the seasons run
Seems I can't get nothin done."
But we have accomplished some things girls. If nothing more we have acquired many new ideals - ideal way of presenting a lesson - ideal way of
conducting a recitation - ideal way of not having seats screwed to the floor and many others. Perhaps some of them are only theories, but we know of one ideal that is not merely theory and that is the "Ideal Bowling Green Normal College."
We can congratulate our selves because we are the first class to graduate from this new college. And so it is only natural that we should want to hear something about the History of this class of 1915.
Class of 1915
The following extracts were taken from a diary kept by one of the sailors on the ship Normal, during the cruise 1913-'15.
"Good morning young ladies"- thus we were greeted by the captain, Mrs Baird, as we boarded the ship this morning.
We were all made very comfortable and soon were presented to his Honor, "Garcia." I have a feeling that this dignitary will greatly influence our work during the trip.
We have as companions twenty-nine dignified sailors know as Seniors.
They immediately take it upon themselves to christen us, those Juniors.
Mrs Baird is ably assisted by Miss Brereton, Miss Hawkins and Miss Dickman.
A programme of work has been arranged. Wednesday afternoons we are to be royally entertained by Proffesor Wylli and Miss Walker - the Seniors having appropriated Miss Bicknell for themselves. On Friday mornings we are to have an hour for "cutting up."
All work is abandoned while the seniors entertain us with a Hallo'een Party. We become better acquainted and find the seniors very charming.
We are given vacation in which we enjoy the Xmas festivities to their greatest extent.
A sea monster of the species, Exam, frightens us for a few days but the danger is soon past and we sail on smooth seas again.
Mrs Gates delights us with her wonderful stories.
We return the compliments and entertain the seniors. To show their appreciate, we are given the title "those clever Juniors."
Another vacation in order to display the Easter suits.
The seniors are soon to leave the ship and we give them a farewell banquet. It was indeed a wonderful event.
We have a picnic, in every sense of the word. Everyone is busy house cleaning. There was not a book but what was dusted, counted, tied with four or five other books and placed securily in a cupboard, to rest there perhaps forever, no one knows.
Even our fair and noble Venus was subjected to the indignity of a bath, but to atone for this she was arrayed in a gown of the latest 1914 model even if it was fastened with small nails.
White dresses and roses in the tune of "Melody in F," now appear upon the scene.
Many interested spectators come to bid farewell to the Seniors and wish them success in their undertakings on the land of "Teacherhood."
We are in danger of shipwreck. Our chief engineer, Dr Guitteau is unable to keep the machinery working and danger signals are displayed. We are sighted by a ship in the distance which immediately hastens to rescue us. As it approaches, we can distinguish a large brown and orange flag upon which are the letters B.G.N.C.
We are all rescued. Our chief officers, however, make their way to land and enter new fields of work.
The following entries were made without regard for the order in
which they occured.
The ship by which were were saved
decides to retain us as part of
its crew. It already has a crew
of fifty-two members.
We meet the captain, Miss Leach and learn the other officers.
Mr Johnson, chief officers on the normal curve and social efficiency deck.
Mr Overman our mathematician.
Miss McCain who guides the crew in matters of
Our naturalist from Sandusky Prof. Mosley.
The director of the orchestra Mr Hesser.
Our artist, Mr Winslow. "Its really ashame girls, you dont have a course with Mr Winslow."
Then appeared the humorist who loves Indiana and banks, Mr Walker.
Also the man who is interested in poultry, especially the four eggs a day variety, Mr Beattie.
And last but not the least, our chief cook, Miss Chapin. In the background looms the form of our new chief engineer Dr Williams,
who has some difficulty with the engines and Dr. Guitteau sends him aid in the form of training teachers and practice rooms.
Smooth seas, sailing is excellent. The work is arranged and we begin our practice teaching and have delightful conferences with Miss Leach.
Not only our work, but even our vocabularies are changing.
We now hear such works as-
problem, motivation, efficiency, curves, and one man persists
in greeting us with, "I want to get your reaction to this."
We initiate the Juniors in a manner never to be forgotton by them.
Who will ever forget the excitement and the wireless messages which brought the box of hearts from Cincinnati- a gift from Miss Leach.
The next item was too long to copy, but the headlines were in heavy type.
Minstrel show - Junior class-
Then followed a description of the entire show, and at the end, the expressions- Oh!you wonderful Juniors- How did you ever do it? As a reward for faithful work we have been promised a six week trip to Bowling Green during the summer before we begin our voyage to the island of success.
This was the last entry and then followed a list of dates presumably some which the writer wished to remember-
May 18-20 - Bowling Green May Festival
May 27 Training Teachers Party.
June 1 - Morenci Michigan
June 19 - Last Friday
June 21 - The first Monday.
Then followed a little note -
May 13-tonight we have our banquet. And here the writing ended abruptly.
Summer School Dates.
July 6th- School Sing
July 7th - Country Life club meets at High School - Oh! you rain.
July 12th - Band entertains us on dorm porch.
July 13th - Story telling hour in grove.
July 15 - Philharmonic club sings at Chapel.
July 20 - Second School Sing.
July 22 - President's reception in honor of Senior Class - 230-530
Kid Party 7:30-9:30.
July 26 - Philharmonic Concert in Methodist Church.
July 27th - Feast of the Little Lanterns - Class 1915 at Chidester Theatre - 4:00PM
July 29th. Commencement-10:30 A.M. Chidester
July 30th - The last day Exams.
A stiffly-starched, self-satisfied little urchin, with straight dark hair and large brown eyes, sat on the front stoop of a little cottage, busily munching a piece of bread. "Helen O-ooh-Helen," came a call from the house. No answer only an unconcerned, disgusted roll of the dark eyes. A second call with no answer and the speaker hastened to the door just in time to see a stylishly dressed, kind looking gentleman hasten down the street and greet the little girl with "How do you do - Little Miss." With little meditation and less politeness, the answer flashed back - "Go on and mind your business, I do as I please."
This was Helen's debut into North Baltimore Society. Shocking at least to her mother, for the next minute found her locked upstairs in her room, where she was to remain until dinner time.
After some twenty minutes her mother, feeling that the punishment was perhaps too harsh, stole quietly upstairs to find the little offender sitting on the porch roof - the main fan for the baseball game in the neighboring field.
Not many days later Helen sat in the kitchen watching her mother prepare "onion cough-syrup." Many furtive glances were cast in the direction of the well liked syrup and many hopes were entertained that she might wake up in the morning with an awful cough, perhaps croup.
The next morning dawned and no signs of croup. Something must be done; so watching her chance, she crept quietly to the bottle, filled the pocket of her little white apron with cough-syrup, made a desperate plunge for a spoon and hastened off to school only to return with a much stained, odorous apron and heavy heart.
In only a few short years, Toledo, claimed this little girl as her prize and ever since has been forced to endure her.
As the age of twelve confident that she had absorbed all the knowledge that school books could give, she persuaded her mother to allow her to seek further knowledge within the dusky walls of the library. This was
her first attempt and she would not have it a failure. So she asked the librarian for the cards of the entire family. Choose from the shelves twelve large volumes and started home with only a scowl and two bright eyes showing above the books, and two tottering feet below.
When her father, who could scarcely believe his eyes said, "Well are you moving the library?" she thought, "Surely the man has gone insane, or knows nothing of education."
So life glided on and soon the eighth grade was reached. It was one of those slow-tiresome days, and no one found it possible to study except the teacher's pet, a boy who might best be described as
one of the Fontleroy type. For some time he had been receiving impatient and disgusted glances from a pair of dark eyes, just behind him; and now the teacher had stepped from the room a moment. Helen seized this occasion to pounce upon her prey, chose the largest from her books, strode with a business like air to the side of the unexpectant boy and beat his cranium unmercifully. Hardly had she finished her task when the step of the teacher was heard in the doorway, and a much abashed girl returned to her seat, submission itself.
It was that same dark eyed maiden, who a short
time after was expelled from school because she "didn't buy cook-books for other people to steal.
But high school will subdue even the wildest, and it was during these years of her life that Helen determined that her calling in life was to be a teacher. Accordingly she perfected the pronounciation of the word bureau which she always pronounces ---- and funeral which all well educated people pronounce fun.
It was not alone thru the perfections of these words, but thru her success as an actress and as president of a Bible club, that her fame was made secure, and her name almost immortal among
her fellow students.
At last she reached the Normal School and became know as Miss Crom. After her class mates bestowed upon her the honor of the presidency, she assumed a look of seriousness, seldom smiled, and never "saw any occasion for mirth." After a year of hard conscientious labor she must have a rest and of course Canada was the best place to go; but alas: we found on her return that her general aim in life had become quite special, and now,
"Thru out life's range
Her highest aim
Is just to change
Her maiden name."
Here's to the many good times we've has
And those we will have too.
And here's to the one who makes
Our friends of all friends-
"It was late in mild October,
And the long Autumnal rain
Had left the summer harvest
fields, all green with grass again.
The first sharp frosts had fallen
leaving all the woodland gay
With the hues of summer's
rainbow - or the meadow
flowers of May."
To be exact it was the 27th day of this beautiful autumn month, in the year 1895, that a certain blackhaired blackeyed Miss by the name of Kathryn Mandler lustily proclaimed her existence. We do not know whether she swallowed a germ or
what happened that she never grew very much.
Besides being small for her age, she was always a good little girl, obeying her mother unquestioningly, at the age of almost six she entered Warren School and because she was not quite six there was doubt about her becoming a first grader. So our little Miss was duly instructed that her mother did not wish her to go to kindergarten. But Kathryn became a first grader and all went well until one da the first graders were invited to go to visit the kindergarten. Everyone was eager to go except a small curly haired girl, who by no amount of coaxing could
be moved to go avisiting, for hadn't her mother told her that she did not want her to go to kindergarten, and wasn't she old enough to be in the first grade?
In June 1908, seven years after entering Kathryn completed her ward school career and in September entered High School.
In her sophmore year she became a Periclean, discussing and arguing subjects far beyond the understanding of an ordinary fourteen year old.
There are rumors of other things which happened in her high school career such as brilliant recitations in English, history, mathematics, walks in the lower hall and her election as recording secretary of her lit. But be-
cause the authority is not Fiske or McMaster, it needs verification.
No more with curls but with hair braided around her head and tied with a bow, Kathryn takes her seat among the noted of Central High and in June 1912 - The Prophet told us that the last he had heard of the Misses Perry and Rhinehart was that they had achieved great success in the recent elopement of Kathryn Mandler.
But we do not believe the prophet, for after taking one year Post graduate, she entered Normal School.
Here were find traces of former occupations, studying
and inscribing, for Kathryn was chosen as Secretary of the class of '15. She will soon receive another diploma, this time to become a teacher of little children, for we hear the voice of the Prophetess say that Kathryn now is to be teacher governess for little multimillionairs. Even tho we have had rumors of a Cornell man looming upon the horizon we find that she has decided upon teaching as the profession to follow.
"So here's to Kathryn Mandlers
The secretary of the '15 class,
May she always be remembered
As a sweet and loving Miss."
Vice Presidents Biography.
When the question came up before the class as to who should be our Vice President, it seemed to us quite stupendous. How to fill this important place was a problem which even the wisest of us feared.
Just what criteria we could apply to the election of a Vice President we at first did not know. But finally these seemed to be generally agreed upon.
She must be dignified and orderly, if possible stout in order to hold
down the weight of this office. A business like practical girl was preferred and one who was always prompt. In fact, just an all around girl, not necessarily of any unusual type such as heroine of books. Not one such as the authoress describes to her friend the colonel. She said, "The heroine of my next book is to be one of those modern advance girls a school teacher, who has ideas of her own and doesn't want to get married.
"Ah! indeed," replied the colonel, "I don't believe I ever met that type."
To take our first criteria, she must be
business like and practical. That we made no mistake is evident. For when not more than six years old, she proved this quality, to be hers forever.
One day she went to the story to buy some candy. After carefully selecting each piece, the store keeper said, "And, where's your money, little girl?" "Oh! just put in on our debt," she replied, and walked majestically out.
Another quality which came up to our criteria was also developed quite young- That of promptness.
The little girl always so quiet at home made her mother anxious about her school work. One day
she said, "Berneice are you first in anything at school?" "First out when the bell rings."
But she was brilliant in many unheard of ways and plainly showed that she was meant to be a school teacher for she gave such socialized answers.
When in about the fourth grade she stated that the Kaiser was a stream of hot water springing up and disturbing the earth.
In about the seventh grade she volunteered the important information that "A night watchman is a person, employed to sleep in the open air." Being an open air fiend
herself, she ought to know.
When entering the delights of that useful and highly practical subject, grammar, we were thus enlightened. "A passive verb is one in which the subject is the sufferer," as, "I am loved."
In Normal School she distinguished herself by a hitherto unperformed feat, that of singing with her mouth shut.
Judging from her childhood, we can readily see how she met our demands for an all-round girl. No, young men were not even averse to her tastes. (Which I understand, is unusual in school teachers.)
But just the other day I heard a young man who had called quite frequently on Berenice and had suddenly stopped, being asked why, replied that if he failed to come one evening she always expected a written excuse signed by mother.
Now that school is about to close and she is to enter upon her duties as a teacher we feel confident that she will succeed as well in this as she has in fulfilling her duties as Vice President. I'm sure you'll all join me in saying,
May bad fortune follow
you all your day
And never catch up with you.
[drawing of boat with '15 BGNC on side
Class of '15, you'r a wondrous thing.
First of your mother's children,
Just when the year takes leave of the
Come in life's spring to leave her.
You have gathered in these two long
For now and for bye and bye,
Attitudes of mind, and principles,
That to high ideals reply.
You have gotten help from teachers
Who have served that you might
Who have toiled as do those very
At the upper end of the curve.
Now you are ready to take your
And give what was given you.
In a wide field you may try
Sowing to harvest anew.
Time passes, your members are
Let it not be forever
Return to where this union started
Go back to your alma mater.
For of all the fledglings that
from her nest
Will some future time take
I love you class of '15 the
For I am a part of you.
One evening whilst I chanced to stray
In fragrant woodland bower
I came upon a darkened cave,
And was drawn within by a strange power.
I entered there and saw a form
Clothed in robes of darkened hue
Seated beside a crystal pool
T'was Cassandra, then I knew.
Cassandra of the early days,
To whom strange powers were
That she the fate of men
Of the future that was
Then I told her of a brilliant group,
Broad minded and sincere,
And requested of Cassandra
That their futures I might hear.
She granted this request of mine,
And I will tell to you-
Your futures as shown by
And remember this - they're
So colleagues, I entreate you,
To bear with me a little while,
That with Cassandra's help,
Your futures show in every
First comes a dusky brown eyed Miss
Eyes that can snap and smile
A miss of modes quite powerful,
But of friends that stretch a mile!
Theories of old she's exploded
So Helen discovered anew
The origin of the humans.
And this one is really true.
Mattie is now a dancer,
She's doing modern ballet
A wonder of the stage is she
The darling of the day.
Terpsickcores daughter, they
She spells art with a capital A
Her repertoire really extends from
Lame Duck to Salome.
Gertrude is making money.
And earning it nobly too
She's established in her parlors sunny
Making old maids look like new.
Beauty parlors, you've guessed it,
Where with a few gold tools,
She's wisely improving nature,
And establishing beauty rules.
And Miss Fitzpatric - It seemed to her
That things should different be,
To her ambition, came the spur
Of ridding the world of iniquity.
So she promptly proceeded to do
By teaching the young and fit
To get an ideal and stick to it
And all things unworthy, omit
Out on the western prairies
In the heart of the sunsets fire
Is Edna running a cattle ranch,
And fulfilling her life's desire.
She's wise in the ways of a farmer
And is quite the talk of the west
For her method of breeding cattle
Is considered by far - the best.
And now comes Ilma - dreamy eyed
So sweet was ne'er another
She seems so very satisfied
She's just a brand new mother,
Of red haired, protoplastic bits,
In number they are two
Holding the world in their chubby
And smiling of heaven from
eyes of blue.
Kathryn Mandler that little mouse
Of quietness and friendships true,
Is living in a large white house,
And tutoring the richly few.
She only takes the children
Of the multimillionaires
And teaches them how to think
Live well and put on airs.
Ethel now has such a name
of length and of degree
The letters tacked on at the end
Include from A to Z.
She toils not, neither does she
But she travels far and wide.
Her knowledge really takes in
All things by men contrived.
I see a name in burnished gold
On a down town - office door.
It is a surgeon great I'm told
Better than any before.
Her skill and knowledge
are so fine
For only have her once and
In illness will you always call
The famous doctor Munson.
And now a social leader
Cassandra showed to me,
No function's complete without her
She's at breakfast, balls, and
Of all society's women
Her gowns are by far the best,
As her motors, yachts, and
Her name is Lucile - have you
You've heard the wise old saying
About Angels and fools? Tis said
that Angels will go a-praying
Where the fools fear to tread.
The Angel just now is Ruby
And the place is any spot
Where suffragists are mingled
To do work - Men say they must not
And Bertha, you never would know
As a quaint little Japanee
In a cherry blossom Kimono
Serving society tea.
For she's running a dainty
In a truly Japanese way
And Society flocks to her tables
To chat and sip tea all the day.
Who can estimate a womans worth
When her life is one noble deed
A rosary of charity
Each act a golden bead.
While the cross of red cross honor
Is hung upon her breast.
Ida is going the will of God,
And bravely standing his test.
Irene was promising
In a musical career
Her musical debut would count
In something like a year.
But "half-gods" go when gods arrive
She's found that out completely
When he said, "Will you marry me?"
She answered "yes" so sweetly.
Jeannette has now become, I see
Proffesor of Biology.
Her specimens are rare and fine,
Her knowledge knoweth no confine
She's thorough on amoeba
And protozoa, too
The names she tacks on those small
Must make her pupils blue.
Esther is just as interesting
As her name sake, historical.
She illustrates for magazines
And her model is an idol.
For he's imitated, envied
And admired by every one
But Esther created him
And draws him - just for fun.
You've heard that ancient saying
That only the fittest survive.
Margaret Maas thought she'd
By keeping the needy alive.
In settlement work, you will find
An angel of peace and content
To the needy and poor who adore her
And say that from heaven she's sent.
Paderwreski, Bouer, Busoni
Have all passed away.
But lo! another as famous
Is the ideal of the day.
"Her technique is quite marvelous"
You hear the critics say.
And the name of our Elizabeth
Is ashining on Broadway.
In the land of romance and
Catharine whiles life away
By growing all kinds of roses
In a scientific way.
Her home is a miniature castle
As if wafted by magic from Spain
Her gardens in old California
Are winning her laurels of fame.
Ah! girls the awful secret
That I must reveal to you
Of a small dark eyed companion
Of our days of twenty-two.
She's seated in a corner
Of a room quite small, but neat
With a cat and parrot on her
Is the spinster - Marguerite.
Back in the heart of Maryland,
Among the verdured hills,
Is a wonderous God sent teacher
Attending humanities ills.
Her spirit and heart are unfailing
Her work is crowned with success
Men and women of the far away
The name of "Addie" will bless.
Mildred Schulter has become
A police woman bold.
While with a club and buttons
She's dressed in blue and gold
The club she has for ornament
Her smile it quite suffices
To bring tears to the penitent
And avoidance to all vices.
There's a human birth every minute,
One genius perhaps, every year.
A genius who seems without limit
Did we realize she was so near?
Florence and her philosophy
Is known the wide world o'er,
And white haired wizards and
Come flocking to her door.
Ursula is a parasite
If human ones there be.
She married so many million
And is as happy as can be.
She married for love and for money
And found that the mystery
Of happiness in wedlock
Was plenty of both, you see.
She smiles at him for breakfast
For dinner and for tea
And all day long she laughs
She's just so full of glee.
Mrs. Kahler is a leader recognized
In matters of education.
Her ideas, ideals, and idolotry
Of intellectual gods are all taken.
There is nothing mediocre in
Her auto is led by a star.
The things she write for the Elite
Are considered the best, by far.
Winifred's a poetess
Of very marked degree
Her sonnets, odes, and limericks
Are as famous as is she.
She sacrifices sense to sound
As do all poets wise;
For the metre counts in poetry
And the meaning sometimes
As doth the "little busy bee"
So doth our May the same.
For with her great ability
She's made a famous name.
Fer factory is the largest
And best known on the earth.
Her noodles so delicious
I can't estimate their worth.
And Dorothy you surely have
Is a full fledged suffragist
She's the head of campaigns
And tells what to do and how.
She aided her own state
And then sought the broader
But her labor of love in the
A ripe golden harvest will
Helen Escott I can see
In a class room large and airy
Teaching a class of '43
And high in her profession - very
Her curve it is most normal
Her curriculum the best
Her theories are in practice
And they seem to stand the test.
A little mannakin, there lives
Way off in gay Paree
And this pretty dark eyed model
Is no other than Marie.
For only once a gown, she
And they sell it instantly
To a forty-three year old lady
To look like twenty-three.
In art is Mildred ashining.
A famous connoiseur
To the Artists who are pining
Her word brings hope or fear.
Her verdict is safest and surest
And can make or mare a name
And to the very demurest
Can bring such instant fame.
Sadie Keenan is no more
What is - the cognomen.
Her name has letter now galore-
I can't pronounce it even.
She's singing now in opera
She's a human night-in-gale
Her voice is poised in every land
Since to Europe did she sail.
Helen Crom that wonderful
Has gone quite far away
Where in another country
She's holding another sway.
This time its over a house hold
And the spot? Its Windsor-Yes!
And she's taken a fond help mate,
To love to cherish to bless
A blessing ever she will be
As to us she was always
And I'm glad to tell you she's
And contented all the days.
Berenice is as sweet as ever.
Tho a wondrous author is she.
Her novels are famous world-
Her pen proved a magic key.
For it opened the door of riches
Of fame, luck, and love to her
And it brought to the world
Which even time will not
Our Mabel next comes into view.
She's on a judge's seat.
With cap and gown (not very new)
And no one with her to compete.
She's risen far above all men
Her logics most compelling
She's called the 2nd Solomon
And where she'll stop's no telling.
But she "hath both a hungry
and lion look,"
As tho her daily diet
Were on a brand new book.
Her motto is "to try it."
"Whom the gods love" don't always
Some live a life of fame,
And Blanche is one of these
Whose lived to make a name.
She's called the artist of
For her theme of decoration
Is always of the fabled blue-
With its singular fascination.
This harbinger of happiness
Came to Blanche one day,
Along with love-a-smiling
And nestled there they say.
Margaret! Oh! Margaret!
Who should dream
Thus far unwed we'd find you?
But her reason of her state, I
Lies in her modern point
For a staunch eugenic is
And socially efficient
And somehow doesn't seem
A man wholly sufficient
So male bipeds she does
Until she will discover
One with no faults, to ex-
No virtues to recover.
The Chapel's dim, the candles
The music soft is played
And framed in clouds of
Comes forth a gentle maid
The music swells, the
Breathe forth a silent
Of joy and life's best gifts
Who stands so wistful there.
Her blue eyes smile, her lips
She's in love with love and
For many are proud to
call her friend
And one to call her wife.
Tenderest friend, truest of all
To her girls (she is loved by each)
And where ever she goes-their
thoughts will be,
Still with their own-
And now class mates
She would be grateful very
If one please thot you'd
Of her effort-literary.
They talk about a woman's
As tho it had a limit-
There's not a place on earth or heaven
There's not a task to mankind given
There's not a blessing or a woe,
There's not a whispered "yes" or "no"
There's not a life or birth-
That has a feather's weight
Without a woman in it.
20 Abbey Jeanette - 17 Lambert May
16 Atkins Ethel - Leake Addie
1. Chambers Lucille - Maas Margaret
8. Crandall Ruby - Malone Catherine
9. Crom Helen - 11 Mandler Kathryn
14 Crowley Mabel - 5 Mayhew Bernie
3 Elliott Helen - 23 Mellink Margaret
15 Escott Helen - 22 Munson Elgin
12 Grandstaff Ilma - Plessner Ida
Hall Elizabeth - Pope Winifred
8 Harvey [caret] Martha Alice - 2 Rogers Irene
Haverfield Marguerite - 21 Sandys Gertrude
Kahler Fannie - 10 Schulter Lucille M.
Keenan Sadie - 19 Schwegler Marie
6 Kelley Ursula - 26 Slaybaugh B.
Koeker Gertrude - Seik Esther
7 Kuhlman Florence - 4 Spilker B.
In days of old
So I've been told
There was no Normal College
The teachers then
Were quite content
With simply book learned
It was a shame
They had no aim
They knew no preparation
But since that day
We have advanced
To social education.
Here's to the Senior class
Of the Normal School
The year 19 - 15
We have gained much knowledge
In our normal college
Now were almost Normal too.
We have never shirked
We have always worked
And kept our brains all whirl.
For real social efficiency
Here's to the Normal Girl.
We hail you dear Normal College;
Ohio's great seat of knowledge;
O cheer then dear brothers,
Sing then dear Sisters,
Buckeyes from this grand state
We raise high the flag of victory
You fame is the whole world o'er
So shouting defiance
We have reliance
Winning a great big score
Dear Alma Mater, staunch and
We pledge our heart and
hand for you
Our loyalty to you we're deeding
And here's to you always leading,
Dear Alma Mater, staunch and
We pledge our heart and hand
No other School so grand
Has e'er been seen
As Normal College
[drawing of BGNC crest with castle like building
For her we'll sing.
For her we'll shout
For her we'll stand together
For her we'll raise
A song of praise
Yo-ho! Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
The Normal College
The only Normal
Yo-ho - Yo-ho - Yo-ho.
I couldn't help laughing at
Miss Sandy's treat,
Ant houses have nurseries.
And to get rid of insects
Miss Esther seek
Put bands upon banyon trees
Do you remember when
Told us how many eggs
a good hen lays
If Edna Spilker were
I'm sure she'd say, "O, dear."
There'll be lots of books and
Don't worry when school is out
But Miss Haverfield will still
For Overman dear.
So Come! Come! Summer's
Come! Come! Set those
For there'll be lots of books
and papers burning
When school's out this year.
At B.G. State Normal School
Recitations that sound so
"What's a chicken?" Mr Beattie
said one day
"How many eggs will a good
"This school's no place for a
Bertha Wilson said this
without a smile.
Now she's been going to
school for quite awhile
Where did she get her start?
Hurry up June, relieve this pain
I just cant stand this awful
Oh how I long to not remain
To hear the things that you
They're crazy, silly, harmless
"Bear animal cules, they live
Elizabeth Hall, declares.
By stars that gleam above me
I thought she meant a flea.
Oh wont you hurry up,
hurry up, June.
Where is Bowling Green and why Famous?
Answer - It is a spot in Eutopia, first made famous by being mentioned by that well known history written by Lambert. This history records the deeds and aspirations of a certain group of individuals who reached to a stimulus presented by a group of professors in a previous college, in such a way as to make in less than one year, my friends the educational world marvel at their theories. Later, that spot, Bowling Green was the honored spot to which this same group flocked, one blazing summer day to tell
stories and make clay bowls for 6 weeks.
-Why has it grown?-
Well you see, one year a great experiment was conducted there in agriculture. A carload of green [caret mark] things were sent up from Toledo, & soon Bowling Green was reported to hold a monopoly on gray matter. Although the place reached its aim that year - every year, green things are sent up there and come back - Nearly Finished.
[on a small piece of paper]Margaret Meilink
[Written beside the paper] What does
It was moved and seconded that we have
a banquet every year. Berniece Mayhew was
made chairman for next year, 1917.
"Do you know where Ironville is." This was the question Miss Leach asked me, to let me know that it was toward Ironville I was to turn my foot-steps on the following Monday Morning, September, 20, 1915.
However I was greatly pleased over this privilege for I had been a B.A in the Nebraska School for three days, and I did not like my job.
On that Monday Morn I arose at 6:00 o'clock, left the house at 6:35, and boarded an Ironville car at 6:50, with that feeling that I was on my way, but didn't know where I was going.
Who should I meet on the car, but my old Summer School Companion of the Free Hand Drawing Class, Miss Langenderfer.
She welcomed me with, "Well where do you think you're going?" "To the Ironville School," I answered. We then fell to talking about Summer School. When we reached Birmingham she turned a surprised face toward me and said, "Don't you know your principal?" "No," said I, and I was then introduced to Miss Yarrington, who had been sitting on the other side of me.
"You remind me a great deal of Miss Leach," said Miss Yarrington. I immediately made up my mind that I liked Miss Yarrington.
After a forty minute ride we pulled into Ironville. Miss Yarrington, Miss Langen derfer and myself were the only ones on the car by this time.
After walking two blocks we came to the School. It was a two story, four roomed building. Two rooms on the first floor and an office on the second.
Miss Yarrington took me to my room which was on the first floor. I walked into it with all the joy and pride that only a B.A. can feel as she has stepped from the B.A. stage to that of teacher.
There at the desk sat Miss Shippley. She felt sorry for me and I felt more sorry for her. She said, "This is a tough bunch
Girlie, believe me its some tough bunch." I didn't say anything but I felt like saying, Yes, but you are going to be Miss Shippley, B A, in an other hour.
Eight thirty came at last bringing thirty youngsters in age, from eight to sixteen years. For about four minutes they were quiet during which they looked at me and I looked at them. Then!!!!
Well the 20th Century. Limited might have gone thru the room without being heard. Drawing myself us so as to look very tall I stood before them and motioned them into their seats. When they were finally settled I said, "When we play were are going to play
and have a good time, but when we work we will work. I will let you know the time for each. It is now working time." I had no more trouble that day.
When ever I got with a group of teachers I would be asked by several, "Has Dr. Guitteau called on you yet?" "He's a perfect crank on dirt, and he takes the room in in a glance" they would continue. And so every day I waited and every day I dusted but Dr. Guitteau never came.
And too there were those Supervisors to think about. Just what would they expect to see when they came.
There was Miss Bricknell and Miss Walker to look over the artwork
Miss Armbruster, Miss Comstalk or Miss Vail to look into the Physical side of Education.
Miss Leach to find out whether or not the teacher knew how to teach what she taught.
And the one I most dreaded was Mr Davies who came to hear us sing.
At last June came, and with all my other coworkers would hum - Three more weeks, two more, One more - to-morrow.
A few days before the last we learned that Miss Yarrington would not be with us the next year, as she would be transferred to Broadway.
Miss Perrine was to take her place. We all wondered what Miss Perrine would be like. Would she visit much?
First Summer Vacation.
As my reward had been but $4 per mo. One can not imagine my delight at learning that I was to have a summer school.
This paid sixty dollars. After summer school I went to Chicago.
Second Year 1917.
Had a training girl. Normal School run in connection with Toledo University.
Received $60 Per.
I asked for a transfer and was assigned to Monroe School. From among the poorest of the city I went to the wealthiest. I found myself teaching the mayor's son - master Milroy - Myron Geleer's sons and many other notables.
But my time with these was short as after a week I was sent to Glenwood to take the semi-industrial with a hundred dollar increase in salary. This now brought my salary to $75 per. because I also had a training girl.
The normal school this year was not run in connection with the University.
Again taught summer school.
The work in this line was much easier this year. I did not have a training girl but as the board had granted an increase of $100 I still drew $75 per month. From January on our increase and regular was $75. We got our pay during summer months.
This year I had an ambitious streak and asked for a scholarship. I received on - $100 and went to Chicago. Helen went with me. It was a hard summer.
Nothing unusual happened this year as far as the teaching was concerned.
Miss Leach and Dr Guitteau were married in Feb.
We dismissed school on Northwestern day.
We received $75 until January and from then on thru the summer months $125
Taught summer school again. The 2 mill went thru at the August election. Next year I get more.
1200 min-$2000 maximum
Mr Mosley - Miss Sandys - describe the communal life of Ants.
G Sandys - Ants have their houses divided into many rooms, as guest rooms and (ha ha)
Addie Leake - Developing the interrogative pronoun -
Addie - writes on board (who is there)
q - What does the word who do?
Mr Mosley - Miss Siek - tell about the Banyan Tree-
Esther - Why when you put a band around a tree you put a cloth or something
around it so that insects will not crawl up.
Mr. Overman - "What do you think of Arithmetics as White's which divides % into cases?"
G. Sandys - I don't believe in cases at all.
Irene - (Developing "it" as an impersonal pronoun) "If you wanted to say "The day is cold," speaking of the present day, what would you say?"
Helen Elliott - "The day is gloomy."
Jeanette - "What do these pronouns refer to?"
Sadie - "To males."
Jean - "To what species?"
Marg. Maas - on board - The girl whom you saw is gone. "What is the pronoun?"
Cath. Mandler - "you"
Marg - "yes" "what's its case?"
Mr. Beattie - "Miss Maas - will you kindly tell us how many eggs a good hen lays a year?"
Marg - "I don't know"
Mr. B - "Well figure it out"
"How many does she lay a year?"
Marg - "About four."
Mr Mosley - "Miss Haverfield-If there were a litter of rabbits some orange - some black- and some white, what would happen?"
Marg H - "The black would turn orange - and" -
Mr. Mosley - I don't think you understand .
(ways of protection in biology)
Mr. Johnson - "Miss Maas, there's a man in B.G. who has your name and pronounces it Mass."
Marg - "He's German - I'm Irish."
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