Wenonah Yearbook - 1914

To Miss Theda Gildemeister Our Sincere Friend and Advisor

This Fourth Volume of The Wenonah is Respectfully Dedicated

The New Model School Building

VERY day we watch with lively interest the work on our new model school, which is being erected as a west wing to our central building. Its length will be one hundred seventy-eight feet and its width eighty feet. As a fire-proof structure, with assembly or grade room, recitation rooms, offices for principal and supervisors, a library, a gymnasium with swimming pool and lockers, a large lecture room, and rooms for cooking, sewing and manual training, it will present ideal conditions for securing to the pupils of the elementary school itself and to the students of the professional classes, the benefits for which this department is maintained.

Under the able supervision of C. H. Johnson, architect, of St. Paul, and with the continuance of favorable conditions it is expected that the building will be ready for occupancy by the elementary school pupils in January, 1915.

CLASS COUNSELLOR

To Miss Samson

If you would seek a willing friend, A help in time of need; If you would ask a comrade true, A kin in thot and deed, We would not ponder long to choose That seeming hard sought one. We’d turn our thots with one accord And choose,—Miss Samson.

Vernon L. Mangun, A. M. English Cornell Academy, Iowa; Cornell College, Iowa; University of Iowa.

Harriet Folger, B. S. Household Arts Teachers College, Columbia Universify.

Florence L. Richards, Ph. B. Dean of Women University of Michigan.

President Guy E. Maxwell, M. A., Ph. D. Hamline University; Teachers College, Columbia University.

John Herman Sandt Manual Training East Stroudsburg State Normal School, Pa.; Teachers College, Columbia University.

Harriet Campbell, B. S. Teacher in Elementary School Marshall College; Teachers College, Columbia University.

Archibald D. Polley, B. S., M. S. Geography Kalamazoo College, Michigan; Western State College, Michigan; University of Michigan; University of Chicago.

Bertha H. Speckman Drawing Winona State Normal School; Massachusetts School of Technology; Normal Art School, Boston.

James Le Roy Stockton, A. M. Principal of Elementary School and Pedagogy Colorado State Teachers College; Columbia University.

D. Irving Sanford, Ph. B., Frances Smith, L. I. Teacher in Elementary School Peabody Teachers College, Nashville, Tenn.; Teachers College, Columbia University.

Pd. M. Mathematics Upper Iowa University; New York University; University of Chicago.

F. W. Moore, A. B. Assistant in History and Civics Albin College, Michigan; University of Michigan.

Ina L. Beyer Teacher in Elementary School Winona State Normal School.

John M. Holzinger, A. B. M. S„ B. D. Elem. Science, Botany and Latin Olivet College, Michigan. Yale Seminary.

Hon. S. H. Somsen Resident Director

Mary Slifer Reading Emerson College of Oratory, Boston; Chicago School of Civics and Philanthropy.

Mary W. Holmes, B. A., B. S. Associate in Kindergarten Edncation Wellesley College; Teachers College, Columbia University.

O. M. Dickerson, A. B., A. M., Ph. D. History, Civicsand Social Science Illinois State Normal University; University of Illinois.

Helen Ford Staples Teacher in Elementary School Winona State Normal School; Columbia School of Oratory, Chicago; Teachers College, Columbia University.

Walter O. Abram Assistant in Industrial Arts State Normal College, Iowa.

Joseph S. Gaylord, A. M. Psychology and History of Education Knox College, Galesburg, Ill.; Graduate work, Yale, Harvard and Berlin Universities; Oratory at Emerson College.

Harris G. Pett Secretary Winona State Normal School.

E. Catherine Burkholder, Ph. B. Teacher in Elementary School Kansas State Normal School; University of Chicago.

Edith D. Dixon Associate in Kindergarten Education Winona State Normal School; Wheelock Kindergarten Training School, Boston; Teachers College, Columbia University.

Maude F. Shafer, Ph. B. Mathematics, English and Principal of High School Milwaukee Normal School; University of Wisconsin.

Flora Trites Teacher in Elementary School Lincoln Normal School, University of Chicago; North Western University.

Etta H. Howell Teacher in Elementary School Winona State Normal School.

Mabel L. Marvin Teacher in Elementary School Winona State Normal School.

IMary Grant Librarian

Georgina Lommen Teacher in Elementary School Winona State Normal School.

William H. Munson, B. S. Zoology and Physical Science Michigan State Normal College; Olivet College; University of Michigan.

Edythe McConnon Assistant in Household Arts Winona State Normal School

Julia W. Abbot Kindergarten Education Teachers College, Columbia University.

Gladys Brugger Adv. Winona

“She knows what’s what, and that’s as high As metaphysic wit can fly.”

Dorothy Keckefoth Adv. Winona

“All things doeth she with system.”

Alice Isaacs Adv. Winona

“She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant to think on, too.”

Gladys Putsch Adv. Winona

“All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.”

Cora Simons Adv. Minneapolis

“What a spendthrift she is of her tongue.”

Eleanor Ward Adv. Stillwater

“For herself she hath no fears; For him alone, she sees and hears.”

Josie Sutherland Elem. Chatfield

“Her modest look the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath a thorn.”

Edna Brugger Adv. Winona

“Silence more musical than any song.”

Marion Buss Adv. Winona

“A quiet conscience makes one so serene.”

Mrs. M. B. Gray Special. Winona

“Describe her who can An abridgment of all that’s pleasant in woman.”

Laura Holker Adv. Toston, Mont.

“Small service is true service while it lasts.

Adele McCauley Adv. Minneapolis

“Taste the joy That springs from labor.”

Beulah Palmer Adv. Winona

“Capable, comfortable and conscientious.”

Dora Proctor Adv. Arcadia, Wis. “Oh, this dull town; The farm or the West for me.”

Dorothy Blanchard

Adv. Lake City

“Oft on summer evenings, studied she the stars.”

Audrey Brennan

Elem. Flandreau, S. D.

“Cheerful all the time.”

Maud Berry

Elem. Ree Heights, S. D.

“My love for nature is as old as I.”

Irene Fitzpatrick Adv. Winona

“I am sure care is any enemy to life.”

Ella Kernkamp Elem. St. Paul Park

“To be strong, is to be happy.”

Gladys Simpson Adv. Winton

“I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.”

Adv. “Oh,

Frances Thorstad that substantial grin!”

Wheaton

Hattie Bartlett Adv. Delano

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.’’

Martha Black more Adv. Stillwater

“The light that lies In woman’s eyes Has been my heart’s undoing.”

Ruth Buckley Adv. Minneapolis

“A sweet, winsome, lovable girl.”

Mabel Franklin Adv. Minneapolis

“She sleeps, my lady sleeps.”

Winifred Johnson Adv. Cleo, Mich.

“True as the dial to the sun Altho it be not shined upon.”

Ruth Ringey Adv. Stewartville

“Not much talk—a great, sweet silence.”

Fern St. John Adv. Stillwater

“0 me eve!”

Arvilla Belden

Adv. Caledonia

“Whatever the discussion may be, I always find room to disagree.”

Ruth Gludt

Adv. Lake City

“A kind and gentle heart she has, to comfort friends and foes.”

Eleanor Hain Adv. Minneapolis

“The reward of one duty Is the power to fulfill another.”

Pauline Kulas Adv. Winona

“Well, I was musing on that.”

Ruth Kellett

Adv. St. Paul

“Haughty, as if her eye had seen its own light to a distance thrown.”

Mina Olson

Elem. Winona

“Care rests lightly on her shoulders.”

Borghild Sand Adv. Willmar

“She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless.”

Ellen Gale Adv. Minneapolis

“When she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.”

Veronica Rush Adv. Montevideo

“Life is to Act, and not to Do is Death.”

Hazel Chapel Elem. Houston

“Always the same, quiet and kind.”

Geo. W. Schmoke Adv. Winona

“For rhetoric he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope.”

Ana Benson Adv. Stillwater

“The Snob! Too stingy to have her picture taken.”

Bertha Breid

Deer River Adv.

“Love is better than Fame.”

Marie Flanagan Adv. Rush City

“Of easy temper, naturally good.”

Cordelia Koelmel

Elem. Wabasha

“Nothing mean to be said about her.”

Benetta Lien

Adv. Bucyrus, N. D.

“Her looks do argue her replete with modesty.”

Jessie Noble Adv. Windom

“The soul of precision.”

Myrtle Price Adv. Stillwater

“A merry heart, the best of company.”

Marcia Pulver Special. Minneapolis

“Her sunny locks hang on her temples like a golden fleece.”

Lillian Anderson Adv. Winthrop

“Blushing is the color of virtue.”

Elizabeth Coan Special. Persia

“In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.”

Ella Hyman Adv. Minneapolis

“Modesty never fails to win good will.”

Isabella Marzolf Adv. Hastings, Minn.

“Thou art a woman, nobly planned.”

Bertha Noble Adv. Windom

“Tho’ studious, is oft inclined to levity.”

Edwina O’Brien Adv. Winona

“Knows her own mind, and talks like lightning.”

Susie Walser Adv. Renville

“Does good by stealth, and blushes to find it fame.”

Cynthia Cornwell

Adv. Faribault

“Great thots, like great deeds, need no trumpet.”

Elorine Fruetel

Adv. Winona

“I leave thy praises unexpressed, Thy greatness to be guessed.”

Marjorie Hodge

Adv. Stewartville

“I care for nobody, no, not I, If nobody cares for me.”

Femicha Klinefelter

Adv. Stillwater

“Seeks to be good, but never aims to be great.”

Katherine Liebenstein

Adv. Pipestone

“My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.”

Lelia Meyers

Adv. Winona

“Can grow as poetical over a soggy potato as over a fleecy cloud.”

Adv. Pure

Pearl Shappee Hamilton, Mont, at heart and sound in head.”

Elem.

Lenora M. Dvorak Renville

“Too much horrified to speak She could only shriek, snriek,”

Olga Giere Adv. Spring Valley

“Wit is the salt of her conversation, but not the food.”

Lillian Hurley Adv. Stillwater

“Her smiles are reserved for a favored few.”

Ada Kernkamp Elem. St. Paul Park

“What is worth doing at all is worth doing well.”

Dorothy McGuiggan Kg. Hagar City, Wis.

“Here’s a girl who’s in for fun, Romping ’til the day is done.”

Edna Prieve Adv. Hutchinson

“What her heart thinks, her tongue speaks.”

Clara Adv.

“Her smile is her

Schwirtz Wabasha friend maker.”

Lily Allen

Kg. Minneapolis

“The softer charm that in her manner lies, Is framed to captivate yet not surprise.”

Bess Bryan

Kg. Yankton, S. Dak. “She smiles and wins.”

Marguerite Crouch

Kg. Waseca

“Oh now what have I done? S’pose I’ll have to pay for my fun.”

Marie Crouch

Kg. Sleepy Eye “For pranks, jokes and wit Marie’s the center of it.”

Esther Kruppenbacher

Kg. Preston

“She strove the neighborhood to please with manners wondrous winning.”

Genevieve Lawrence

Kg. Yankton, S. D.

“Sweet and winning is her way; A smile from her is goodly pay.”

Ruth Shearer

Kg. Chatfield

“Altho’ she’s little, her heart is big.”

Maude Barrick Adv. Harshaw, Wis.

'“Peace rules the day Where reason rules the mind.”

Lucinda Goltz Adv. Winona

‘‘Was she ever known to be solemn, Was she ever known to be sad, Not she, for she’s always jolly, And makes all the rest of us glad.”

Leila Homstad Adv. Wheaton

‘‘Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.”

Helen Jeans Adv. Withrow

‘‘Pleasure has been the business of my life.”

Gustie Guanrud Adv. Spring Grove

“Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman.

Lillie Guanrud Adv. Spring Grove

“It is not enough to do good; one must do it in a good way.”

Ada Underhill Adv. Stillwater

“Black eyes, with a wondrous witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm.”

Lillie Engh Elem. Rushford

“A little girl only in stature.”

Lena Heaner Adv. Stillwater

‘‘Stay near me—do not take thy flight, A little longer stay in sight.”

Nell Huderle Kg. Hutchinson ‘‘With life and all in it, She seems quite content.”

Harriet Stahmann Kg. Winona ‘‘The mildest manners and the gentlest heart.

Gladys French Elem. Winona ‘‘Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.”

Ralla Millbrath Kg. Lester Prairie “Perserverance, her speciality.”

Alice Brill Kg. St. Paul

‘‘A girl of splendid winning ways, And oh! the number of her As.”

Esther Arne Adv. Minneapolis

“Ay; but give me worship and quietness; I like it better than dangerous honor.”

Otelia Bartz Adv. Elgin

“Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure?”

Roxie Brown Adv. Pipestone

“A face without a frown Is the blessing of Miss Roxie Brown.”

Olive Berry Adv. Dakota

“Is pure in her purpose And strong in her life.”

Louise Keefe Elem. Eyota

“As merry as the day is long.”

Stella Melby Adv. Minneapolis

“Very quiet, but of a sunny disposition.”

Lucile Schraut Adv. Spring Valley

“Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind.”

Elizabeth Barnhart

Adv. Minneapolis

“A maiden never bold: Of spirit still, and quiet.”

Mary Cooke

Elem. Hammond

‘‘Her mind is full of many wise thoughts.”

Adv. ‘‘In no

Nellie Dodd way frivolous.” Woodstock

Lois Murphy

Adv. Kasson

‘‘The girl that loves and laughs must sure do well.”

Marion Robb

Adv. Winona

‘‘To know her is to love her.”

Vera Odell

Elem. Kellogg

‘‘She’s conscientious both as to her studies and her friendships.”

Julia Plummer

Adv. Anoka

‘‘I never, with important air, In conversation overbear.”

Jessie Bradley Adv. Florence, Mont.

“I’m not in the roll of common men.”

Ivel Clough Elem. Amboy

‘‘A woman nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.”

Helen Kemp Adv. Winona

‘‘Happy am I, from care I am free; Why aren’t all content like me?”

Maud Potter Adv. Winona

“Jolly and whole souled.”

Lulu Seidlitz Adv. Winona

“Quiet and reserved but full of fun.”

Celia Secrest Adv. Amboy

“In her inmost heart Fun doth have its part.”

Louise M. Tracy Adv. Winona

“But still her tongue ran on, The less of weight it bore, with greater ease.”

Sylvia Anderson

Kg. Milan “The unspoken word never causes trouble.”

Helen Bates

Kg. Lake City ‘‘True blue Way thru.”

Harriette Charles

Kg. St. Paul ‘‘What she says, she means, You may depend on it.”

Frances Green

Kg. Kalispell, Mont. ‘‘A name, in this case deceptive.”

Jean Irvine Kg. ‘‘As she feels, she speaks.” Lake City

Kg. ‘‘Always laughter.”

May Riley Mason City, la. in evidence with contagious

Ella Seidlitz

Kg;‘‘Trim and neat, and carries a

Winona tidy smile.”

Charlotte H. Almquist Elem. Houston

“She has many nameless virtues.”

Aurelia Boles Adv. Missoula, Mont.

“A loving creature she, and brave, And fondly strives, her struggling friend to save.”

Beatrice French Elem. Winona

“My own thoughts are my sole companions.”

Aura Hitchcox Adv. Pipestone

“She speaks, behaves and acts just as she ought.”

Irene Mason Adv. Spring Valley

“Speech is great, but silence is greater.”

Louise Reichman Adv. Wabasha

“A pleasant face, A happy smile.”

Hazel Woodruff Adv. Minneapolis

“Built for comfort, not for speed.”

Mary Almeter

Adv. Mazeppa

“One of those quiet, studious girls.”

Louetta Albro

Adv. Spring Valley

“Calm, docile and easy going.”

Ruth Gammell

Adv. Chatfield

“Life’s a jest, and all things show it; I thot so once, but now I know it.”

Eunice Grebin

Elem. Preston “A good heart, a generous soul.”

Evalyn Thompson

Adv. Hutchinson

“Those who think must govern those who toil.”

Hannah Tillman

Adv. Winona

“An all around girl, as merry as the day is long.”

Florence Voelker Special. Winona “It matters not how long we live, but how.”

Edel Ellefson

Ely Kg; “I've had a most rare vision.’’

Ruth Hunk ins Kg. Winona

“A lass for fun and jollity, And plays her music frolicly.”

Minnie Henry Kg. Cresco, la.

“This lass so neat with smile so sweet, Has won our right good will.”

Leona Kessell Kg. Winona “One who says little, but takes in everything.”

Irene Muir Kg. Arcadia, Wis. “Vanity fair, With never a care.”

Lela Maxson Kg. Winona

“Good nature and good sense must ever join.

Ethel Nixon Kg. Wells

“Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun! Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun.”

Class Motto

Let deeds prove.

Class Colors

Green and white.

Class Flowers

White sweet peas.

Class Officers

Eleanor Hain President

Louise Tracy Treasurer

Borghild Sand

George Schmoke Secretary Sergeant-at-arms

Genevieve Lawrence Vice-President

Class Yell

Harum, scarum, rickety leen, Hear ’em, cheer ’em, white and green, Greet ’em, lead ’em, get a big Ben, Here’s to the class of four and ten.

Class History

Apologies to Longfellow and Field

PRO FIT

’Tween the shores of Lake Winona

And our great and mighty river, Stands a school house steeped in glory; Highly honored; known in history

As the first one, yea, the great one Of all normals in the North West.

THE FIRST FIT

To this Normal came the Juniors, Giddy, snippy, knowing little; Flaunting French heels, puffs, and powder. In their mesh bags they did fumble For one-fifty to be given

To H. G. Pett for their pink slips.— (Curses take them!)

Next mom early they assembled. Pedagogy, Psych, and Methods Were the subjects to be taught them.

’Spite of all their high demeanor

Soon were they to be entrapped:—

At a meeting held for Juniors, Unsuspecting they elected For their president a Senior.

Laughed at then they were and scoffed at; “Unsophisticated green ones!” But, undaunted, they succeeded In electing wise Lucinda. Diff’ring from the ’14 Juniors

They were not so slow and poky:—

In the gym they held a party; Dressed as “kidlets,” eating candy, Guarded by their nurse, Miss Samson. Once more Seniors tried to thwart them, Tried to spoil their fun with darkness, But the Juniors, now grown wiser, Spent the time in lawless dancing.

Months flew by,—no time for parties,— Work was lightened by their field day; Work was heightened by their picnic For the staid and honored Seniors.

At the time of the Commencement Came the staunch and loyal Juniors, Helped the Seniors with their “Class Day,” Also paid them for their meanness;— Stole their Loving Cup and kept it ’Til the Seniors were distracted, ’Til they thot their program mined, ’Til the Juniors’ Walter Bening Did restore to them their silver.

At the Opera House they gave them

Shrill and lusty vocal backing, And with tears they parted from them. Seniors left a task for Juniors; Juniors now became the Seniors.

MIS FIT

Summer session loomed before them, Loomed before the “E” receivers.

THE SECOND FIT

In the Fall, they came back Seniors, Learned in the ways of Normal, Minus all their puffs and powder, Plain of garment, strict of hair comb, Nimbly round for pink slips went they;— Smiled in pity at new Juniors.

Held a meeting and elected For their leader, El’ner C. Hain. One bright morning in November, Mr. Maxwell told the Seniors That hereafter all the teachers Would receive an annual pension. Then and there bright thots did filter In the brain cells of the Seniors. And a Pension Party held they In the Normal’s big gymnasium, Dressed in garb of twenty hundred As they’d look when granted pensions.

Spring approached, and then the Seniors Wildly called and held a meeting For the choosing of their class rings. But alas! the President came not; All in vain they searched the building— She had gone down town ashopping. She, the one who’d called the meeting, Did forget her sense of duty,— Spent the hour down in Kratz’s. Many other meetings held they For the purpose of obtaining Money from their slender purses, For the purpose of embarking On the business of the Annual. Finger rings they then did purchase; Posed for pictures; paid for pictures To be printed in the Annual.

Now the Seniors turned to asking, “Do the Juniors give a party? Do they honor us, their betters? Do they do as they’d be done by?”

Ah, the busy, earnest Seniors! Class Play tryouts, applications, Annual “writeups,” flowers, mottos, Yells, and class rings, and class histories. Oft in comers you would find them Scribbling off a sonnet, poem, To be given to the “Gossip.” They, the Seniors, thank the Juniors For their help in Class Day program, For their voices at Commencement, For applause at “Mice and Men.” Grasping in their hands their “sheep-skins,” Now before them lies the future,— Lies Bemidji, Springfield, Homer, And a bunch of fractious youngsters; And behind them stand the Juniors, Left as future Normal Seniors.

CON FIT

May the Seniors ever prosper; May they ever be successful; May they brighten Normal’s glory; Loyal to their Alma Mater: Bearing in their minds their motto— “Let deeds prove.”

Class Resolutions

Preamble:

We, the members of the Senior Class of 1914, in order to conform to the high standard of the Winona State Normal School, to perpetuate the dignity of the “Student Body,” to absolutely abolish grievances of any nature whatsoever, do hereby resolve and set forth the following resolutions:

1st. To refrain from any communication or disturbance in the Assembly Hall during previously specified periods.

2nd. To refrain from cribbing or dishonestly obtaining aid from our fellow classmates during a written examination.

3rd. To refrain from taking reserve books from their special shelves and selfishly hiding them (thus wilfully ignoring an established rule of the Library)—and also otherwise abusing library privileges.

4th. We also agree and resolve to look with scorn and contempt on anyone who knowingly violates, transgresses or infringes upon the foregoing resolutions.

Lastly—We the drawees of the above set of resolutions do hereby attach our signatures this 24th day of September, in the year of our Lord 1913.

Borghild Sand, Lucinda H. Goltz, Secretary. (Member of Advisory Council.)

We, the undersigned, as members of the Senior class of 1914—do herewith agree and resolve to adopt the above set of resolutions. The above was signed by all members of the class.

The Senior Kindergartners

PRELUDE

E hereby introduce ourselves as members of a department dedicated to the "training of teachers of young infants. It seems necessary to justify our existence.

By those outside the fold, we are accused of assuming perpetual smiles, cooing tones, and a condescending manner. But we hold that in the teaching profession it is better to begin the race with an excess of cheerfulness, because teachers are not usually noted for having an over supply of affability.

We sometimes hear the flattering remark, “What a shame that Miss— is taking the Kindergarten Course when she has so much sense.” And you say it doesn’t take brains to teach a little child ? Try it!

Junior Reminiscences

ONS ago—it must have been the early part of September, 1912—a score of “outwardly-calm-shaky-in-the-boots” young ladies were fairly launched in the profound depths of kindergarten principles. Of course, there were other things to occupy our time and brains beside kindergarten principles. Long and tedious hours were spent in laboring over our occupation books, in building block houses, in making a minute study of trees and caterpillars, and in kinking our brains into double-bow-knots over the social problems of the universe.

The Seniors, however, having been through the mill the previous year, bore down upon us, carried us to the pavilion, and initiated us in a most fearful and wonderful picnic. Then followed a contest in parties which lasted thruout the year. We entertained on Hallowe’en in the gymnasium, where there were spooks and witches galore. In November, we gave, in Miss Smith’s music room, a musicale,—a happy combination of work and play. In the Spring the Seniors tendered us a party in the kindergarten rooms, where we did most of the prohibited things. Of course, we could not be outdone by the Seniors, so we entertained at a most formal luncheon in the Winona Hotel. We decorated with wild flowers and apple blossoms, and wore our best bibs and tuckers. In spite of all this pomp and solemnity, we had a good time, and the crowning event of the occasion was a series of toasts in which Juniors and Seniors vied with one another’s wit.

Scattered all thru the year were a series of teas, served in the kindergarten rooms. At these meetings we occupied our minds by discussing varied, but timely topics, such as “Woman’s Suffrage,” “Parliamentary Procedure,” and the pros and cons of Montessori, while our hands were kept busy with sewing, crocheting, and all other “teacherish” pastimes.

Looking back to that Junior year of ours, we realize that it was a most enjoyable and helpful one. No one could have been more patient and considerate than Miss Dixon or Miss Holmes, who endured the trying ordeal of directing our efforts in making our books. Thru it all we were inspired and guided by Miss Binzel, who was ever ready to comfort and advise.

Kindergartners

The Junior Kindergartners

N September third, twenty-four Junior Kindergartners entered the Winona Normal School with much the same desires and ambitions that are cherished by all beginners. Soon after the opening of school, they enjoyed a “get acquainted” picnic across the lake, given by the Senior Kindergartners. Most trying initiations were imposed upon them, but the rapidly disappearing lunch at dinner time was evidence of their thorough recovery.

The Supervisor, Miss Abbot and her assistants, Miss Dixon and Miss Wholmes, created for the department an atmosphere of co-operation and true fellowship long to be felt by each class.

The Seniors and Juniors have united on appropriate occasions, such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, to sing songs and play games characteristic of the seasons. Miss Abbot’s skillful directing of these gatherings added generally to the cordial relationship between the classes.

Perhaps the greatest event on the Junior calendar proved to be their sleighride party to Rollingstone, most ably planned by the class president, Eleanor Hohaus. The clear moonlight, together with singing and laughter shortened the fourteen mile ride on a night of two degrees above the zero mark. Miss Abbot and Miss Grafton proved to be delightful chaperons. When all reached their destination they found a warm supper and cordial hostesses awaiting them. So full of adventures was the homeward ride that it will never be forgotten by the participants.

Thus, with days of labor interspersed with many hours of pleasure, has a most prosperous year been passed.

HOUSEHOLD ARTS

HE Household Arts Department of the Winona Normal School has been wide awake all year. Several new and interesting features have been added to the old course. This success is largely due to our leader, Miss Harriet Folger.

A beautiful new table has been placed in the alcove of the laboratory, formerly known as the kitchen. All the apparatus necessary to serve meals accompany it. The winter class “broke the ice” by serving breakfasts and luncheons. Any member of the faculty will testify as to their success, for at each meal served, they were guests. Why the faculty were the favored ones is still kept quiet. The honor of serving dinners has been given to the spring class.

The classes in cooking have had several important facts impressed upon them. Some of the students can now distinguish between corn-starch and powdered sugar, even tho they do look alike. All of the students have been able to acquire the skill of washing and wiping their dishes without getting their towels dirty, for all spots must disappear before the class is dismissed.

An original concoction, developed by the girls, has been very successful. It is known as a “Normal Pudding,” and is made as follows:

Take a bunch of nice, green girls, sift six times, add a few teachers, and stir well for forty minutes at a time. Add to this the well beaten contents of a few text books, seasoned with a good hard test; then add note books at the last minute and serve on a good hot diploma.

The sewing class is in charge of one of our own graduates. In addition to the regular work in this line, there has been added a hand-work class. Here tatting, crocheting, knitting and millinery are being done. Some of the older and more learned members have had a considerable amount of pleasure in draping the new dress form. A large, new mirror has just been secured, which is proving both a help and an attraction to the members of the department, and its influence is even being felt by some outside the fold.

The course as now offered is living up to its aim: that of teaching the girls how to become efficient in all home activities.

The Juniors’ History

With Apologies to Truth

UR first day at the Winona Normal as Juniors,—can we forget it! “As Freshmen” would be a more appropriate name since we were all young, fresh, and verdant. After much wandering from entrance to entrance, for it seemed to us all entrance, we finally reached and entered the assembly room, trembling and quaking. Each Junior with his arm full of certificates, diplomas, and credits, (mostly credits), was requested to stand before a member of a dignified faculty, and present him with a dollar and a half.

At the end of six weeks we began to show some indications of courage, and called for a Junior class meeting.

We wanted our meetings to be both interesting and inspiring, and to produce that effect, we omitted the reading of the miuntes and roll call. By this “unheard of step,” our names will be handed down to posterity, as the perpetrators of unsurpassed origi- nality. We acknowledge, like all other classes, that we have had parties and meetings thruout the year and, in keeping with our primitive nature, they have shown much origi- nality.

The last event was the Junior-Senior reception. This magnificent affair was given in the gymnasium of the new building, and was the most gorgeous one of the year. Thus we made history. Thus we completed the race on the field of knowledge with flying colors, tho rather reluctantly, we confess, for it had been a happy year. But we looked forward to greater conquests and further courses in regions yet unknown.

High School

NDER the kind and able guidance of Miss Shafer, the work of the High School has steadily progressed during the past year.

Instead of the usual literary society an “Outdoor Club” was organized with nature study, recreation and exercise as its aim. The chorus, in pursuance of its work under the direction of Mrs. Keats and Miss Boley, has taken up the study of Verde’s operas and Shubert’s songs, besides other numerous musical compositions. At the completion of the study of each composer, a program was given which included a review of the life and works of the composer.

The students ofthe High School department are almost too young and too busy to indulge in many pleasant pastimes, but their one social event, a Hallowe’en party given in the gymnasium, was “lots of fun.” Growling witches with their black cats, and moaning, howling ghosts were everywhere, amazing and terrifying the small guests, who had snuggled for safety among the corn shocks, and as close as possible to the only light—a flickering, grinning jack-o-lantem, which gave them little comfort. They were assured that the shrieking demons meant no harm, but that they only prowled about the earth on this particular night to frighten small children, and after being bribed with candy and pop-corn, a few of the bravest issued forth to catch the bobbing and swinging apples, and to join the “farmer in the dell.” The more timid ones followed when boxes of something that looked like “eats” began to circulate about. Thenfollowed such an all devouring investigation, that the sandman found his visit much delayed. But when his dusky form at length appeared, all declared the witches and ghosts clever entertainers and bade them a fond farewell.

“On the Mississippi”

(To be sung while read)

“On the Mississippi, on the Mississippi, Where those boats go puffing low; On the Mississippi, darkies all go dippy

When they hear a little bit of ragtime melody; It seems I hear them singing, see them buck-and-winging

To the banjos ringing, Oh my heart am clinging

To the Mississippi, dear old Mississippi, That’s where I was bom.”

But most “Winonormalites” were not bom on the Mississippi;merely in a valley of that name, hence there was much reason for the school, faculty and students, voting almost “to a man” to hold the annual get-acquainted reception in a novel way by taking an excursion on the celebrated stream. The first Saturday of the school year, September 6, 1913 was the date chosen. The craft consisted of the Steamboat Purchase and Barge. No one needs be told that during the first week all minds and tongues were busy with nautical terminology. However, no one will ever in this world have full knowledge of the struggles of the dryland Juniors as they wrestled with “mainmast,” “main-topgallant mast,” “mizzen-topgallant mast,” “main skvsail mast,” “main-topgallantstudding-sail boom,” “spanker-boom topping lift,” “mizzen-truck,” “sheer strake,” “jib netting” and many, many more, just as bad or worse and, bless you, they are all in the dictionary and are easily foundunder “ship” on a certain page which any Senior could have named, but he wouldn’tfor he thought the struggle would be a fair disciplinary substitute for the parents left behind at a helpless distance from Winona.

Theweather was as if made to order and the crowd large. While mostly feminine, there were quite a number of “life-preservers” (many of whom could not swim), the number from our school being augmented by some from the public school and several from the clergy.

The big boat rolled down stream three or four miles, then back thru Winona, thru the draw, and up to Fountain City, an indescribably European little village, snuggled between the hills by the river’s edge. Altho happy, the crowd was most of the time peaceable and well-behaved. It was a comparatively easy matter for the police to maintain order. Real disorder broke out but twice: once when the “life preservers” became hilarious over the attempt of a certain blindfolded clerical member to do a pirouette about an umbrella and then advance sternward without falling “sternward.” The big boat rocked its sides with laughter and soon there was new excitement, for Master Eugene Maxwell was discovered corralled on the port side near the bow of the boat where he had been bribed to show a few of the newer dance steps. Later it was learned upon good authority that this corrupting work was the act of a Senior who had last term been conditioned in S—1 M—t.

As the party disembarked, Photographer Holzinger sought to improve his reputation by taking a good picture. The attempt was a signal failure.

The eating of every edible in Fountain City, a delightful return trip accompanied by a few mosquitos that had been picked up en route, the arrival in Winona sound and safe, happy and weary, tells the remainder of the story. As the returned excursionists set foot upon the dock that evening, there was experienced for the first time by many the feeling that Winona is “home.”

V. L. M.

The Pension Party

si the fall of 1913, the Senior class was anxious to have some sort of fun, and for the purpose of conjuring this fun they elected a social committee. This committee was at its “wits end” to find an idea for a party, until President Maxwell told the school one morning of the pensions for teachers.

It was then thata “pension party” wasthot of, and, in the Normal’s big gymnasium, the Seniors gathered one Saturday evening in November. It was a sight for the gods—that gym with all those Seniors in it! They were all “dressed in garb of twenty hundred, as they’d look when granted pensions.” There was a goodly—no, rather a badly—number of old maids of various kinds: some white haired, motherly looking old souls; some who had not as yet given up all hope, and were still trying to look young and coquettish—one in particular, do you remember which one, Dorothy? and some who had fallen until they felt themselves man’s equal and were strong in asserting themselves. Then, too, Gaby Deslys’s successor was there, dressed in Parisian costume, and flaunting feathers and a “chic” little cane.

The entertainment for the evening was opened by a thrilling selection given by the noted “Albroic Band.” The band was much in evidence thruout the evening and helped a great deal in making the party the screeching success that it was. The deft (also deafening) way in which the tin pails were handled, the heart rendering manner in which the various combs were used, and the highly gymnastic method used in leading the band, all excited the wonder and hilarious admiration of the guests.

The two big events of the evening were realized in a clever play presented by one of Miss Theisen’s reading classes, and several readings by Miss Theisen herself.

The rest of the evening was spent in the usual Normal way:—playing games, “Grand March”ing, “Virginia Reefl’ing, talking of good old Normal times, and eating. After the party was over, everyone declared it had been a brilliant success, and all who attended it will remember it as one of the events of their Normal life.

Impression of the Y. W. C. A. Carnival

ELL, it wasn’t bad, “considering.” ’You may judge for yourself what is meant by “considering.” But when four of us began to prowl around in the arena, we certainly had to hold on to our pocket-books. We couldn’t move unless we spent a penny or more, and we never knew before that Normalites were so mercenary. Judging by this, next year’s pupils will be a bunchof hard fisted old misers.

As for talent, we are forced to admit the whole affair was a scream, —whether of delight or agony, we refuse to commit ourselves. Our finish came at the fortune teller’s booth. We don’t know who the good looking “seeress” was, but we understand she was an instructor (much to our sorrow), and we are sorry for the way we tried to flirt with her and hers. Oh, we mustn’t forget the band. John Philip Sousa would have turned green with envy had he seen the band.We don’t know what he’d have done if he had heard them. One of our number, (sad to relate), was captivated, or fascinated, or something equally as bad, by the leader and we are still wondering whether it was the music that did it. The movies were “reeley” good, and Earl Kirschtein must be a favored swain from the number of times they showed his picture.

To sum it all up, it was a veritable “Eighth Wonder ofthe World.” It certainly is too bad that they will all (?) become school teachers with so much talent in the amusement line. We certainly think that many of them are missing their calling by a city block. So take heed, fair Normalites—we have seen several classes come in and go out; and take it from us you’re wasting your time teaching school.

Hoping we have hurt no feelings and wishing for your sakes, as well as ours, that there were fewer Mondays and more Fridays, we remain, Outsiders.

SEPTEMBER

I—Tea to Faculty at Normal School.

6—Novel River Trip of the whole school entitled, “Get Acquainted Ride.”

13—Senior and Junior Kindergarten Picnic across the Lake.

19—Faversham in “Julius Caesar,” was enjoyed by the Normal students, from the gallery.

22—Mr. Gaylord much to our dismay (?) talked at length about “Man.”

26—Faculty Reception to students at Morey Hall.

OCTOBER

6—Miss Samson again impressed upon us the “need of physical education.”

11—Lecture Recital for students by Miss Barrows at Morey Hall.

13—Dr. Dickerson, believing much as President Wilson, recited the “New Democracy.”

16—Irma Whomes presented the “Victrola” left by the class of “1913.”

17—Lecture-—“Dawn of Plenty” by Frank Stockton at Normal School.

20—Mr. Mangun talked on, “The Teacher,” professional and non-professional. Lecture—“The Boy,” by Bishop Hughes of California.

29—Concert—Oratorio Artists of Chicago.

31—Miss Richards gave a Hallowe’en Party in the gymnasium.

NOVEMBER

17—Miss Richards gave a splendid review of the “Comedy of Errors.”

21—Seniors entertained themselves at a “Pension Party,” in the gymnasium.

24—Graduation Dinner at Morey Hall.

Mr. Stockton talked on, “Experimental Work in Arithmetic.”

Ben Greet Players in “A Comedy of Errors.”

26-30—Thanksgiving vacation.

DECEMBER

5—Junior Kindergartners played they had a party.

8—Mr. Munson divided all the people into classes A, B, C, D, E, and F.

16—Lecture—Dr. Wiley, “Pure Food Advocate.”

17—Christmas Party for students at Morey Hall. “The Birds’ Christmas Carol,” reading by Miss Slifer with tableaux by Normal Girls.

18—At eleven o’clock—Christmas vacation began.

JANUARY

1—Happy New Year!

5—Normalites have returned.

13—Mr. J. H. Sandt’s birthday (age kept secret).

14—Mr. Sandt shows us as nearly as he can what a steam engine should resemble. Mr. Moore revealed his boosting ability by launching a “fresh” Literary Society.

16—“Tea,” at Morey Hall. Earl Kirschstein, soloist. No Sandwich Sale—Many “lean and hungry looks,” were visible at recess time.

FEBRUARY

2—-Mr. Polley talked on the conservation of Natural Gas—(Mostly Hot Air).

9—Mr. Holzinger told us to use our senses so that our personality would develop.

10—Mr. Gaylord very religiously explained the fatal step in our career—namely, expression tests.

11—The public speaking class rendered a very unique “Lincolnian,” program, assisted by Dr. Dickerson’s bits of oratory.

13—The ventilating system was put out of order so that the expression tests could be written without any interruption from the fans. (?)

16—Earl Kirschstein read from “Julius Caesar.”

18—“Tea” at Morey Hall. Mrs. Keats, Carlton Neville—soloists.

23—Mr. Abrams showed us the necessity of keeping a stiff upper lip, in his talk entitled, “Backing.”

MARCH

6—Dinner to graduates at Morey Hall.

7— 16—Spring vacation.

17-—St. Patrick’s Day.—All is again lively at the Normal. Miss C. V. Smith, always ready to help a good cause along, allowed us to sing, “Wearing of the Green.”

20—Mr. Seymour gave an interesting talk on the “Life of Queen Elizabeth.”

23—Field glasses were admirably advertised by President Maxwell at five dollars a pair. Miss Campbell ably advertised the merits of Columbia U.

24—Men were excused and Miss Richards talked to the girls.

26—Mr. Moore started a fire under his mental boiler to manufacture more steam for the Annual.

Mr. Polley fixed the chairs in the History Room.

27—Mr. Mangun selfishly ate cough drops during his first hour class.

30—Miss Abbot took us to fairy-land to visit “Rumpty-Dudget.”

APRIL

1—“April Fool.”

2—Men! Yes, a carload from Beloit, Wis.—Cleverentertainers!

3—A Bulletin Board!—first improvement of the year to Miss Samson’s office.

6—Miss Slifer read Wm. B. Yeats’ play, entitled, “Cathleen ni Houlihan.”

9—Students very much lamented the fact that Harris Grow Pett was confined to his bed with the mumps.

13—Mr. Maxwelltalked on and on as an excuse for a regular Monday morning talk.

14—The Advisory Council met and pondered on several deep questions. (?)

We were all urged to give the city a clean-up and paint-up.

15—Miss Smith during chorus practise, “Now my dear, lovely people—pretty soon there won’t be any more Sandy or Hunkey and these happy days will be a trail of smoke and a little blue sky.”

17—Typical extemporaneous talks were given by Mr. Holzinger on “Trees” and Mr. Munson on “Birds.”

Second improvement of the month was made in the physical training department, namely, a “Mail Box.”

20—Mr. Moore succeeded in convincing us that “War is Hell.”

22—Opinions of the faculty were ventured on, “How to increase the number of boys in our school.”

HROUGHOUT the entire year, the busy students of the Winona Normal School participate in some form of physical training. During the fall and spring terms, the bluffs offer a splendid goal to the Seniors for hikes and long walks. In addition to this, some take an interest in tennis and hockey. Anyone passing the courts as early as five-thirty on a fine spring morning, will find a numberof girlsenjoying the sport. In the autumn of 1913, field hockey, under the direction of Miss Samson, was introduced into the gymnastic curriculum for the first time. “Well does hockey deserve its present popularity and success, for it is a splendid, scientific and healthful game and, furthermore, from the different work required on different parts of the field, it is adapted to all types of players, increasing in them all mental alertness, vigor and endurance; those necessary factors in a successful life.’’

In the winter months, several forms of indoor exercises present themselves. While the guileless Juniors are required to take calisthenics and folk dancing, the noble Seniors choose their electives from gymnastic dancing, swimming, and basket ball.

Thus are the students initiated into the values and pleasures of physical training and development.

Basket Ball

HOUGH the popular indoor basket ball has been played for years in the Normal School, it has never had a more triumphant career than it has this year.

The Junior girls began practice early in the season, the object being rather to have as many girls as possible play basket ball than to develop a Junior first team.

Among the Seniors two teams were formed, the “Kellies” and the “Middies.” Although the “Middies” did splendid work, the “Kellies” succeeded in winning the Normal championship.

To Miss Samson, the coach, is due much credit for the enthusiasm and effort with which the teams struggled for the championship. Thru her was realized the truth that final success is due to team work and co-operation and not to individual starring.

“Middies”

Louetta Albro

Gladys Brugger

Edna Brugger

Esther Huston

Alice Isaacs

Helen Jeans

Femicha Klinefelter

Cordelia Koelmel

Marion Robb

“Kellies”

Helen Bacon

Ana Benson

Louis Murphy

Keturah Olson

Edna Prieve

Veronica Rush

Borghild Sand

Clara Schwirtz

Ella Seidlitz

PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY TREASURER

Chairman of Finance Committee

Chairman of Devotional Committee

Chairman of Bible Study Committee

Chairman of Missionary Committee

Chairman of Social Service Committee

Chairman of Social Committee

Chairman of Music Committee

Chairman of Association News Committee

Chairman of Art Committee

Chairman of Advertising Committee

Chairman of Rest Room Committee

Alice Brill

Maud Berry

Frances Green

Eleanor Hain

Lucille Schraut

Helen Bates

Jean Irvine

Elizabeth Coan

Ella Hyman

Borghild Sand

Ruth Gludt

Julia Plummer

Harriet Stahmann

Maud Barrick

Lillian Anderson

HE Y. W. C. A. has been unusually active during the past year. The first step in the year’s success was a membership campaign waged between the Blondes and Brunettes. This was followed by a beautiful and impressive initiation service and a banquet.

Early in the year, two Bible Study classes were organized. This, however, was but the beginning of a larger and fuller activity. Miss Coan, a Student Volunteer, returning from the Seventh Inter-national Convention, held at Kansas City, December 30—January 4, brought with her an abundance of inspiration. An impetus was thus given to Mission Study. The first move in this direction was a mission tea, given at Morey Hall. A plea was made for the organization of Mission Study classes, and was responded to most heartily. As a resuit, four Mission Study classes were organized, with an enrollment of seventy-five members. The subjects studied were Turkey, India, China, and the New Era in Asia.

Two of the largest entertainments given by the Y. W. C. A. were the Carnival and the Pageant. The special features at the Carnival were “stunts” by members of the Faculty, a minstrel show, a moving picture show, which consisted of pictures of students and Faculty members “then and now,” and a crystal gazer from India, acting thru the medium of Miss Slifer.

The pageant used was that published by the National Association. It represented South America, Japan, India and China. The scenery, costumes and music, characteristic of the different countries, added greatly to the charm of the whole.

The organization has felt that it would be helpful to become a part of the National Association, and plans are now under way for affiliation.

The Y. W. C. A. has sent delegates to two conventions: Miss Coan and Miss Bezanson to the State Student Volunteer Convention at Hamlin, and Miss Hain to Geneva. They are planning to send five delegates to Geneva this summer. The weekly sandwich sale was one of the means taken toward the raising of the Geneva fund.

The rest room, maintained by the Y. W. C. A. for the benefit of the students, has been made more attractive by the addition of new pillows and the beginning of a library.

The Wednesday night devotional meetings have been a source of inspiration and help to the entire student body. The Christmas meeting stands out as one of the most impressive and beautiful meetings of the year. The Lyric quartette gave a Christmas cycle, “The Night of the Star” and Miss Slifer read “The Christ Child” by Elizabeth Harrison. The passion week service was no less beautiful, and consisted of two numbers of the Lyric quartette, one number, Phelp’s “O, Morning Land” by Miss Potter and Mr. Kirschstein, and a reading by Miss Slifer, “The Three Weavers” by Annie F. Johnston. The special features at the other meetings were a solo by Carlton Neville, two very interesting talks, one on China by Mrs. Gaylord, and one on the “Taj Mahal” by Miss Sprague, and a program by the Mendelssohn girls.

The success of the year has been due to the interest and co-operation of the Faculty and students.

The C. G. C.

Y this short history, the C. G. C. wishes to make its debut in the pages of the “Wenonah” of 1914.

The Club was organized in 1911 for the purpose of bringing the students into closer social intercourse, and for educational and religious purposes as well; and it has continued to follow the example set by its founders. Problems of school loyalty have been brought before the girls with a resulting endeavor on the part of each to “put her best foot forward.” Papers on various subjects have been discussed, books have been reviewed and commented upon, and numerous musical numbers have been rendered. The social affairs of the C. G. C. have been extensive and extremely enjoyable. Costume parties have predominated, where each newcomer added to the whirl of merriment.

The Club’s membership has steadily increased, and at the present time numbers exactly eighty.

Thus does the C. G. C. make its entry into the “Annals of the Ages,” and hopes to find therein a cordial greeting which it will gladly reciprocate.

OFFICERS

President Olive M. Berry

Vice-President

FIelen Barlow

Secretary Lillian Grams

Treasurer Louise Tracy

The Writers’ Club

The Writers’ Club is made up of nine active members:

Mr. Stockton

Mrs. Stockton

Mr. Munson

Wm. Baker

Four absent members:

Irma Whomes

Mrs. Chorpenning

Ruth Chorpenning

And one honorary member:

Lelia Myers

Marion Robb

Elorine Fruetel

Frederick Borncamp

King R. McDonald

Lucille Groff

Mrs. King R. McDonald

The Club regrets that Mr. Munson is not represented in the club picture, was not yet a member when the picture was taken. He

Call of the Deep

Hush!Hush! Hush!

’Twasthe waves up from the sea. Oh Hush! For lo! ten thousand souls Lie buried asleep in me.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

And the waves curled on the sands, While on the shore I lay and dreamed And the waves broke over my hands; And the waves did cover me, lying there, And the waves broke over my soul. Then I longed to sleep

In the quiet deep, And rest where the breakers roll.

Hush! Hush! Hush!

’Twas the waves up from the sea.

O Hush! For lo! ten thousand souls Lie buried asleep in me.

I. M. W.

Triolette Gentian

When the sun is in the west, Then the world doth quiet pause, Bathing in the opalled rest

When the sun is in the west. Then it hurries on its quest, Spurred by its eternal laws—

When the sun is in the west, Then the world doth quiet pause.

E. E. F.

Autumn

(Chain verse)

The lake is still, The sun is down; And o’er the hill

The shadows frown.

The shadows frown

On gloomy lake;

On trees so brown; On reeds that quake.

On reeds that quake

The air is chill.

The leaves all shake,—

The lake is still.

M. R.

Gentian, thou fair flower, And frail as thou art fair, Why, ’neath cloud so dour, Gentian, thou fair flower?

When the sun illumes thy bower, Gentian, thou fair flower, Thy smile dispels my care, Gentian, thou fair flower, And frail as thou art fair.

W. H. M.

Across the Lake

Across the lake the cliffs are old, And winding paths to summits make The grandeur of the view unfold, Across the lake.

The lawns, the dells, the crags that wake

To music of the songster bold— Such blessing we can all partake.

Where shades of silver birches hold The coolness which the branches make, Ah, there is treasure all untold Across the lake.

E. M. S.

The Change

He peeped with childish, longing eyes Thru the bars of the garden gate At the world outside, So fair and wide, Where hovered luring Fate.

Now as a man, he would return From the world where Fate called; But the stubborn bars of childhood’s gate Yield not at his prayer. It is too late; And the garden by Time is walled.

W. F. B.

Villanelle of the Reading Child

The child her treasured toys forsook, Assumed a wise and patient face, And turned the pages of a book.

Within the sheltered window-nook, Which was her chosen playing-place, The child her treasured toys forsook.

As guileless as a dreaming brook, She bent her dainty, flowing grace, And turned the pages of a book.

What was it that she undertook? Why was it that for any space The child her treasured toys forsook?

With rapt, unfathomable look, She glimpsed the secrets of the race, And turned the pages of a book.

And so with quaint and darling crook Of head and body dear to trace, The child her treasured toys forsook, And turned the pages of a book.

Mendelssohn Club

1914

First Soprano

Miss Alice M. Bruner

Miss Gladys Huestis

Miss Cordelia Koelmel

Miss Irene Mason

Miss Gladys Putsch

Miss Maud Potter

Miss Hannah Tillman

Second Soprano

Miss Sylvia Anderson

Miss Alice Brill

Miss Tessie Brooks

Miss Genevieve Lawrence

Miss Ethel Simpson

Miss Loretta Wessel

First Alto

Miss Helen Bates

Miss Ethel Bouquet

Miss Audrey Mitchell

Miss Josie Sutherland

Miss Florence Smith

Miss Louise Tracy

Second Alto

Miss Harriette Charles

Miss Elorine Fruetel

Miss Ruth Gludt

Miss Edwina O’Brien

Miss Evalyn Rodge

Miss Borghild Sand

Minneapolis

Minneapolis Wabasha

Spring Valley

Winona Winona Winona

Milan St. Paul Winona

Yankton, South Dakota

Flandreau, South Dakota

Little Falls

Lake City St. Paul

Ely

Chatfield

Winton

Winona

St. Paul

Winona

Lake City

Winona

Ruthton Willmar

She moves among us in her quiet way With cheerful mein, and, as we come and go We hardly realize, we cannot know How much she does for us from day to day. How much we honor her we cannot say, Nor rightly all our deepest feelings show; But, patient and serene she helps us grow, And all Winona doth its homage pay. A tribute now to her who is our friend; A song of love to one who fills with light The darkest shadows of the path we wend. Some day when we have gained a clearer sight We may perhaps more justly sing her praise; But now great joy be hers, and length of days.

Miss Caroline V. Smith

Normal Chorus

The school year has been unusually active in a musical way. The four musical organizations of the school, consisting of the Normal School Chorus, St. Cecilia Society, Mendelssohn Club and Lyric Quartette have assisted at all of the musical and social functions of the year.

The St. Cecilia Society, including two hundred women’s voices, did some especially fine work in “Lift Thine Eyes” at the time Mendelssohn’s “Elijah” was given. The Lyric Quartette, consisting of Miss Potter, soprano, Miss Sand, alto, Mr. Raymond, tenor, and Mr. Kirschstein, bass, has done some effective work at chapel time.

The culminating musical event of the year was the presentation of Mendelssohn’s “Elijah.” The event was made all the more remarkable because the oratorio was given almost entirely by members of the school, the important solo parts being sung by members of the chorus. The oratorio was given as a Vesper Service, and the spirit of the hour, and the beautiful music will always be remembered with pleasure.

The student body appreciates the assistance which members of the Y. M. C. A. quartette, Master Carlton Neville, Miss Alvina Boley, Emmett Raymond and Miss Helen Kirschstein gave in the various musical features of the year.

At the commencement exercises, to be held June 5, it is proposed to give selections from Grieg.

Lyric Quartette

Emmett Raymond Tenor

Maud Potter Borghild Sand

Soprano Alto

Earl Kirschstein Bass

Forum Literary Society

URING the winter term, a group of students, feeling the need that existed for a more intimate social and intellectual intercourse, and, believing thatthat intercourse could only be promoted by mutual participation in public literary work, founded, under the able leadership of Mr. Moore, the Forum Literary Society. This society has for its avowed purpose the encouragement of public literary work among the Normal students; and as such, it is predestined to exert a powerful influence for the promotion of public literary work in the school.

The meetings are held every two weeks. At the first regular meeting the following officers were elected:

President

Vice-president Secretary Treasurer Critic Program Committee

Parliamentary Censor Sergeant-at-arms Reporter

Hannah Tillman

Elsie Featherstone

Olive M. Berry

Ada Kernkamp

Clara Schwirtz

( Hazel Woodruff

Alice Isaacs

( Elmira Foster

Ella Kernkamp

Irma Brewster

Geo. W. Schmoke

Several enjoyable programs have been given, among which was a Burns Program, which included a biography of Burns and several of his poems. Another program was made most interesting by each member responding to roll call with an original stanza or poem.

Although still in its infancy, the Forum is progressing rapidly, and by next year expects to be one of the stable literary organizations of the school.

The Tri Sigma Literary Society

HE Tri Sigma Literary Society has endeavored, this year, to carry on the work begun in 1912.

At the opening of the fall term, the eight Senior members invited twenty-five Juniors to join the society to aid in carrying on its social and intellectual culture. Miss Slifer, the teacher of reading and public speaking, at the invitation of the society, became the faculty advisor. Her deep interest and advice have been greatly appreciated by the members.

Beside the informal programs, given at the regular meetings, the society presented three open meetings, one each term. The following is representative of the monthly programs.

Roll Call

Mexican Music

The Situation in Mexico

Vocal Solo

Mexican Story

President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer

March 30, 1914.

OFFICERS

The following are the Senior Members:

Ruth Kellett 4k

Jess Bradley 4k

Cora Simons 4k

Alice Brill 4k

Harriette Charles 4k

Quotations from “Hamlet”

Josie Sutherland

Lucinda Goltz

Ruth Kellett

Jessie Bradley

Mollie Moliter

Virginia MacElroy

Harriette Charles

Ruth Kellett

Lucinda Goltz 4k

Eleanor Hain 4k

Maude Berry 4k

Sylvia Anderson 4k

Borghild Sand 4k

The Handicraft Guild

N January 1914, a group of seven people met in the manual training room for the purpose of furthering the art of clay modelling. Lions and copies of “The Reading Child” were studied and modelled during the winter term. Different facial features were also studied and made in clay.

After spring vacation, the club met again and definitely organized for the first time. The field of work was widened, basketry, weaving and metal work being added. Several new members were admitted, raising the membership to twenty-two. The name, “Handicraft Guild,” was selected in preference to the old nickname “Mud Hens.” A president, Olive Keith, and secretary-treasurer, Leila Homstad, were chosen and the work of the organization was well started on its new career.

THE three plates illustrating basketry, clay modelling, and weaving are examples of the three lines of work done in the Elementary Handwork Course. All the fundamental processes involved in the use of clay, raffia, reed, yam, and cord are covered in the first eight weeks of the Course. This leaves four weeks of elective workand the student chooses forty hours of work in some one or two lines. Each one usually plans and makes something which is practical and has a commercial besides an educational value.

Cinderella

LTHO the serious business of the Winona Normal School is the turning out of graduates, the Normal School is bound to become famous for other reasons beside that of the good quality of its graduates. At present it is engaged in a subsidiary business which bids well to take as favorably among the boys (at least the little boys), as does its girl graduates. That business is the manufacture of automobiles. It had been reported that Mr. Sandt, supervisor of the manual training department, would compete with Mr. Ford in the manufacture of inexpensive but serviceable autos; but the rumor seemed unfounded until one day we were all surprised by the merry “chug-chug” of Mr. Sandt’s genius transformed into a tangible article. How the boys did swarm about it! How narrowly the chauffuer missed leaving a gash in the dense circle of eager youths that surrounded it! Cinderella had made her initial appearance from out the dark comers of the basement. Her monstrous big sisters, Peerless and Packard, may look with disdain upon the little beauty, but happy-faced princes from the four comers of the city envy their companion who has touched the hem of Cinderella’s hood. The lucky prince is Harold Sandt, who, with the magic wand of industry, enhanced in value by his father’s knowledge, has transformed cold steel and uncouth lumber into a mechanism of beauty and service.

All the work of getting the car into running order was done by Harold Sandt and his father in the manual training shop at the school, with the exception of some lathe work which had to be done down town, since the department does not have a lathe for metal work.

The metal parts of Cinderella, undoubtedly the first miniature auto successfully built in this city, were constructed almost entirely from the parts of two old bicycles. It is the first huge result of Mr. Sandt’s efforts in emphasizing construction along mechanical lines, instead of merely confining the work in the manual training department to the making of articles out of wood. In his attempts to emphasize the value of instruction in metal-work, Mr. Sandt by no means depreciates the value of wood work but simply points out its limitations as a medium.

Cinderella is a modelof simplicity and is proof of the fact so oftenreiterated by Mr. Sandt, that metal-work can easily be adapted to school shop conditions.

Geography Club

THE Geography Club, organized at the beginning of the winter term, consists of the teachers of the elementary school and advanced students who are especially interested in geography. This club has spent some very profitable hours under the instruction of Mr. Polley, our geography enthusiast, who has shown a keen interest in the work being done in the elementary school, and a strong desire to be helpful.

The outline of work covered by the club is as follows:

WINTER TERM

Geography of Winona Region

I. Origin of the Earth.

II. Geology of Region.

III. Physiography of Region.

IV. Soil.

V. Wheat—Intensive Study.

1. The Grain from Commercial Standpoint.

2. An Economic Factor.

3. The Winona Mill.

VI. The Fibre Industry.

SPRING TERM

Regional Study of South America. THE

Class Play

“Mice and Men”

M. L. Ryley.

“The best laid plans of Mice and Men gang aft agley”—Burns. Place—Old Hampstead. Time—About 1786.

CHARACTERS

Mark Embury (scholar and philosopher) Geo. Schmoke

Roger Goodlake (his friend and neighbor) John Katowski

Captain Geo. Lovell (his nephew) Earl Kirschstein

Sir Harry Trimblestone (a London beau) Carlton Alger

Kit Bamiger (a fiddler) James Robb

Peter (Embury’s servant) Harris Pett

Joanna Goodlake (wife of Goodlake) Jessie Bradley

Mrs. Deborah (Embury’s housekeeper) Harriette Charles

Peggy (“Little Britain”) Louise Tracy

Matron (of Foundling Hospital) Edwina O’Brien

Beadle (of Foundling Hospital) Archibald Polley

Molly (a kitchen maid) Ana Benson

Orphans (of the Foundling Hospital)

Helen Kemp, Alice Isaacs, Ada Kernkamp, Ivel Clough, Lillian Anderson, Ruth Gludt, Irene Muir, Marie Crouch, Marion Robb.

Marion Robb Literary

Lelia Meyers Ragout

The Staff

Lillian Anderson Organizations

Helen Birdlebough

Junior Kindergartners

Lucinda Goltz

Social

Helen Bates Senior Kindergartners Ana Benson Athletics

Vigerta Rasmussen Jr. Bus. Mgr.

Marian Wood High School

Harriet Stahmann Art

Sarah Fleming Borghild Sand Isabella Marzolf Elorine Fruetel Ada Underhill Juniors Business Manager Editor-in-chief Assistant Editor Asst. Bus. Mgr.

Floyd W. Moore

Faculty Critic

Irma Whomes [ Artists

Dorothy Keckefoth j

CONTRIBUTORS

Alice Isaacs, Gladys Brugger, Edna Brugger, Myrtle Armstrong, V. L. Mangun, Irma Whomes, Willie Baker, W. H. Munson, J. L. Stockton, Olive Keith, George Schmoke, Ina L. Beyer, Leila Homstad, Frances Fawcett, Eleanor Hain, Martha Blackmore, Evalyn Thompson, Olive Berry, Ruth Kellett, Helen Jeans, Lois Murphy, Marie Crouch, E. M. Stockton, Helen Kemp, Lillie Engh, Ethel Nixon.

Our President

As I’m about to pen my thoughts, and these With those of others, too—words scarce define Our love for him, our president, so kind And thoughtful. Always with the right he sees. Our interests, yea ambitions, are the keys In which, if notes discordant there he find, By high ideals he makes them seem consigned, And music sweet peals forth to you and me. Our school-days here are numbered? Nay, not so, But rather say the seed which he hath sown Hath fall’n on fallow ground, and seeks release Amid the fields, that others, too, may know And see the harvest which this seed hath grown. As to his paths, we have no wish but peace.

A Playette

Scene:—Room 23, Morey Hall.

Time:—Friday evening.

Characters:—Eleanor, Leila, Lou, Mat, Myrt, Fern, Irene, Ded, Lena, Miss Richards.

(The girls are enjoying a candy party and, as the fire refuses to properly conduct itself, they find it necessary to prolong their gathering after the prescribed retiring hour.)

Eleanor (looking out): Giggers! The black kimona is at the other end of the west corridor.

Leila: Girls! Be quiet, you know I’m responsible.

(In a second the room is in dead silence. Mat gets under one bed, Ada under the other, Ded under the table and two girls in each wardrobe The others find places on the couches.)

Eleanor: Mat your foot is sticking out.

Myrt: Ded, your arm shows.

Mat: I wish the side of that cover were down. Oh! I’m going to get out of here. Where are you Lil?

Lil: Sh-h. I’m not supposed to let her know I’m here. My landlady’ll—

Mat: Oh, these landladies are in league with—

Myrt: Don’t say it, Mat.

Mat: Well they are. Talking about wiping up floors with damask towels and keeping lights on all night and—

Irene: If you want to make a stump speech, subject “Landladies,” get out in front of the building. Remember we’re in 23.

Eleanor: We’ve been quiet long enough. I don’t believe she’s coming at all. (She looks out.) Nothing stirring. I’m going out under the light and scrape this pan.

(She takes the pan and goes out, leaving the door open.)

Ded: I’m all curled to pieces.

Myrt: That doesn’t make any difference. What about our waste basket ?

Ded: Why-er-I-its all smashed. I didn’t know it was there.

Eleanor (hurrying into the room): It appeared right out of the alcove. (She disappears into the wardrobe and silence reigns supreme. A gentle knock, and a form appears in the doorway. There is no sound. Presently the form speaks.)

Miss Richards: Girls, are you going to bed tonight?

MissR.: Girls!

(No answer)

(Fern snickers)

Miss R.: Girls are you going to answer me?

(Everybody snickers and just at that moment Lena runs into the room with some matches, and bumps into Miss Richards.)

Lena: Oh!

Miss R.: I’m trying to talk to the girls and they won’t answer me. What shall I do?

Lena: Shake em.

Miss R.: I think I’ll have to see who they are.

(She goes to the first couch and turns the search light on them.) Why, just look at all these sleeping beauties, and they cannot say a word. Here’s Hazel and Amelia and—, I don’t know who this is with her face covered. (She goes to the other couch.) And here are some more,—Myrtle, Hazel and Leila. Now I’ll have to get some out of the wardrobes. Why, Otelia and Benetta. (She does not find Lou who is standing behind the clothes). And in this one Irene and Fern. Now I guess I’ve got you all.

Fern (goes to the table and picks up the pan): Won’t you have some candy, Miss Richards ?

Miss R.: No, thank you. Will you—?

Fern: But it’s good, Miss Richards; take some.

Miss R. (more sternly): No, it’s too late. Will you go to bed now?

All: Yes, ma’am.

(Miss Richards goes when they have all (?) left for their rooms.)

Mat (from under the bed): She sure missed her guess when she thot she had rounded up everybody.

(A weak voice is heard at the door.)

Fern: I want some candy.

Leila: Me too.

Eleanor: Where’s my share?

(Soon they are all back in the room eating candy, when again a familiar form appears in the doorway and a light flashes into the room.)

Miss R. (sternly): Girls! !

(They file out one by one.)

Fern: Good-night, Miss Richards, This is 23 right.

Miss R.: Myrtle, are they coming back again?

Myrt: Why, I don’t know.

Miss R.: Are they coming back?

Myrt: Why, I can’t tell you, MissRichards.

Miss R.: Is this your room?

Myrt: Yes’m. (She is taking the cross-examination beautifully.)

Miss R.: Well, are they coming back?

Myrt: Oh, I see—you mean that I shouldn’t let them. Well, I won’t.

Miss R.: You won’t let them come back tonight?

Myrt: No’m.

Miss R.: All right. (She leaves taking with her the dignity of the room, and soon the house is lost in deeo slumber.)

M. B.

A Night at the Lodge

(Apologies to Miss S—)

MissRichards took down the receiver.

Miss Richards—“Yes, we have two vacancies at the Hall and would be glad to welcome another girl.—You say she is nervous but determined to go on with her work?—• Indeed it is a beautiful place in the spring.—The air would be exceedingly good for her.— You want a quiet place and wholesome food?—The Hall would hardly be the place but the Lodge is very quiet.—Yes, the girls are so thoughtful over there, and keep very early hours.—She hates ragtime?—No, nothing but classical music.—Tomorrow at 7

:30.—Good-bye.’’

The next morning a cab drew up before Morey Hall, and a stout, dark-haired, wholesome girl, who looked anything but nervous, alighted. From behind window curtains and cracks of the door, the Lodge girls saw three suit cases and two band boxes put off by the cabman.

“Wonder if those contain all her wordly belongings. Why didn’t she take a trunk?”

She was brought in and introduced. Mental and verbal comments were passed on the future in-mate of cell No. 9, and there were many conjectures concerning Maude’s opinion of her new room-mate.

“I had no idea so many girls lived here in this little house. Why, what is that?” she exclaimed. “I understood you didn’t play any ragtime here. I just hate it. It gets on my nerves so.”

A number of girls came in to meet the New Girl just then, and Bert answered, “We’re sorry. Sometimes it keeps us livened up. You see the Morey Hall girls come over here when they want “to hesitate.” Naturally, it doesn’t bother us at all.”

“Let us help you unpack your suit cases.”

“Perhaps you’d like to go to bed, let me—

“The bell. Somebody, please go to the door. The girls down stairs are so slow.”

“It must be the express man with my trunks. Where can we put them? Show him up here,” the New Girl called over the banister.

The girls looked at one another, and the exclamation burst from them all: “Trunks! How many have you?”

“Only three, but I am sure I shall have to send home for more of my clothes.

Soon everyone was preparing for the night. The last white-robed, thirsty straggler had drunk at the fountain near the bottom of the stairs; the last door closed; and the last windows raised with a squeak; then all was quiet.

Suddenly, from out the awful stillness cries of “Help! help! ! help! ! A man! Oh! help!” awakened the New Girl.

“Maude, Maude, what was that? Listen! Hear that yell? There.”—

“Help! Help—A man!!”

The whole house was aroused. The girls rushed down the front stairs to confront Jess standing in the hall, staring wildly.

“Jess, Jess, why, what is it?” the girls asked frantically.

“Sh! sh! Lois-saw-a-man-at, at-her-window!” she gasped.

“What!” came a chorus from the landing.

“Somebody turn on the lights.”

As the door of the living room was thrown open, a terror stricken voice from behind the preceptress’ door called, “Hazel, Hazel, turn on the lights.”

Before thewords were out, the lights were on. Arvy came tearing down the hall followed by Benetta and Mollie crying, “Who said a man? Let’s see him.”

“Oh! Ben, Ben. Where’s Ben?” Lois cried, wringing her hands.

“Lois, what is the matter? There wasn’t—”

“Girls, it must have been a nightmare. Maybe—.”

“Oh, Miss T—, Miss T—, come quick. The New Girl has hysterics.”

“Hurry!”

“Let’s go back to bed. Where’s Loretta?”

“Ben and Esther, where have you been? You look as tho you’d seen a ghost.”

“In the room. Girls, the screen has been pulled off the window—”

“Sh! sh! Listen. Are you sure?”

“Call the police. Why didn’t we do it before.”

“Hello, hello. Central, give me the police station please.”

There was a hub-bub. Consternation reigned. Everyone was talking at the same time.

“How do you spose—”

“No wonder she awoke—.”

“I’d like to see the man. I’d—.”

“What time is it?”

“Two o’clock.”

“It’s perfectly awful to have that porch there—.”

“How did Lois ever get in here? I wouldn’t.”

“Good the door wasn’t locked, or—.”

“Here’s the police. Somebody go to the door.”

“I’m going out to see if there are any tracks.”

When the policeman came in again, he was met at the door by a dozen girls demanding, “Were there any tracks?”

“Why yes. Why didn’t you call us right away?—Thought it was a nightmare?— This was a pretty bad one. Can’t do any more tonight. Go to bed.”

“Arv, come and sleep with me.”

“Let’s double up. Come on, Ana.”

“No thanks, I’m going up stairs, Catch me sleeping down stairs. Nix.”

“Lock your windows, everybody.”

Upstairs it required the combined efforts of three girls and Miss T— to quiet the New Girl, but after a while she fell asleep, exhausted.

It seemed that the house had only been asleep for an hour, when hasty footsteps were heard on the porch. A number of nervous rings, and girls running excitedly back and forth, aroused her again.

“Is it time to get up, Maude?”

“No, it’s only five.—Why, what can be the matter?—I’ll see.—What is it, girls?”

“The house is on fire. Get dressed quick.”

“What next! Seems to me we have had enough for one night.”

“Who said fire?”

“The roof is on fire.Smell the smoke?”

“No! Why Giere, where did you get the clothes?”

“Had to save my best woolen dress, my furs, hat, and money. Too cold to go out without mittens.”

“Your hair, ha! ha! ha! Those rags,—”

“Oh! oh-gir-rls I’m—I’m so scared. Do you s’pose it’s really on fire? My trunks!”

“The firemen—Here they are.”

“I’m going to see where it is.”

“There’s nothing the matter, I’m sure. Let’s go to bed.”

The firemen came down from the attic, disappointed not to find a trace of a fire anywhere.

“The firemen can’t locate a fire, can you?”

“No. Next time be sure it’s a fire.”

“Well, what are you going to do with a house full of frightened girls?”

The New Girl tumbled on her bed in a heap saying, “Oh! dear, this house certainly is quiet, and you girls do keep early hours.”

E. H.

To My Mother

As I in solitude do contemplate Of days of childhood and of youth so dear, I cry, “Oh, Mother mine, were you but here; To see thy patient smile, 0 wonderous trait. Long since thou left me here alone, so drear, To join the kingdom of the Eternal King. Oh, that I once might feel the joy thou’d bring, If thou again to me now could appear. To thy dear arms I fled from childish fears, And nestled there as safe as sheep in fold. When older grown, still thou my refuge dear, To thou alone I could my heart unfold. God grant that some day we again may meet In Heavenly realms where joy will be complete.”

L. E. H.

The Wind

The wind is out tonight. Superb she lies Along the raging tumult of the skies; And, as her gray and ragged clothing drifts In careless grace, her laughter sinks and lifts In low, strong joy. Her hair is blown about Across the moon. One arm she reaches out And stirs the sleeping cold to active life. It swings across our faces like a knife, With keen, rough power. Wave on wave, the air, In roaring joy, leaps thru her tangled hair, And whips the leafless limbs of aching trees, Which groan unwillingly. Tumultuous seas Of sound begin and pass. Begin and rush To silence; rise and roar and die—A hush— Then wild they bellow over plain and town And sea. They swell in mighty power and drown The world in noise. The light and scanty snow Is whirled in tiny drifts, and then, as tho Her fingers brushed from the face of earth, It flies and disappears. The roughened ice Upon the streets grows harder. In a trice The low, wide sheet of steely, gleaming mail Upon the lake is rent with muffled wail, And splits with deep, reverberating boom. High up, storm drifted, cold, the moon In frantic haste is plunging thru the clouds Forward, forever falling thru the shrouds Of tom and floating garments. All the stars In wild disorder blown about the sky, Try evermore to fall to earth; but high The North Wind holds them with her hair And catches them upon her clouds or e’er The last long plunge is taken.

L. M.

Commencement Week

(Present prediction of a future program)

Wednesday Evening, June 3. The class play, “Mice and Men,” was successfully presented to an enthusiastic and appreciative audience.

Thursday Morning, June 4. Class Day exercises. Extracts from the program.

Color Song

Mid the fragrant sweet pea blossoms, snowy white, Entwined with dainty ferns and grasses, breathing forth delight, We sing the message told by them with humble mien, And wave aloft their colors,—white and green. Green doth symbolize endurance, strong and true; Fair white doth tell of purity, and life and courage, too. Then wave aloft the shining banner, gleaming bright, And cherish long its colors, green and white.

Tune—First motive of Mendelssohn’s “Spring Song”

Cup Song

Tune—“My Heart’s in the Highlands” This cup which we cherish In friendship’s true name, We fill now with love drops, All sparkling the same; We breathe round its casement, All silvery bright, The spirit of freedom, Of duty and right. We pass it on gladly To new guardians strong, And tell forth its purpose In this, our Cup Song. Then drink to its last dregs, This nectar so sweet, And so by thy quaffing It’s mission complete.

Thursday Afternoon.

A most beautiful and impressive ceremony was enacted in the planting of the Class Ivy. In the hearts of those present was the hope, that with the re-birth of the ivy each year, would come to our Alma Mater a kind thot for those who planted it there.

Thursday Evening Faculty reception.

Friday, June 5

Senior banquet at Morey Hall. From the banquet, all betook themselves to the opera house, where the Seniors received the reward of their labors in the form of a much prized diploma.

Class Song

The wave of our being has borne us along, And brought with it friendship and laughter and song, And knowledge and purpose to answer the call When plunged in the struggle that comes to us all; But now is the turning that comes in the tide; Our school days are halted; our pathways divide; And yet in our thoughts shall our school oft arise— Our mother of vision, the light of our eyes.

While onward we wander in sunshine and shade, We’ll meet our life problem and not be afraid. Our days shall be ordered by vistas of cheer

Unlocked from the treasures that came to us here. These walls breathe a spirit as perfect, as rare, As incense diffused in a life-giving air. We ne’er shall forget thee, ne’er sever thy ties— Our mother of vision, the light of our eyes.

The future awaits us, we cannot remain; It offers its pathway through pleasure and pain. From known to the unknown it beckons today, And we shall be judged as we sow by the way. Then plant the blue flower and care for it well; The nectar of service is cupped in its bell. Such nectar is loved by the school that we prize— Our mother of vision, the light of our eyes.

Notice

Students! As you peruse the following pages, stop to think and remember. Remember who our patrons are. Think how you can make them realize that it does pay to advertise in our Annual. Then show them we mean what we say.

Ninety-nine Reasons for Patronizing Our Advertisers

1. They made this Annual possible.

2. The Normal is loyally supported by them.

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Attention, Fair Seniors—See our display of classy, beautiful, dainty materials for Commencement wear.

The marvels of white weaving are examplified in our showing displayed in the white goods section.

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Just in this connection, we want to call your attention to the class of merchandise that we carry, the service that we render, and the methods we employ both as to the treatment of our customers and the publicity given our store. The class of merchandise carried in the Inter-State speaks for itself. This fact is so generally conceded that it has been truthfully said: “It is good if it comes from the Inter-State.” In the dealings with our customers we try to treat them just as we would like to be treated ourselves. Under the head of truthfulness in advertising, we insist that every Inter-State advertisement, barring typographical errors, shall be absolutely truthful and honest.

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“Thim’s our sentiments too.”

Lemon Drops

3 drops water (if necessary)

34-cup sugar

2 gallons lemon juice

Now boil! Then cool off rapidly.

Can any one tell why Sylvia Anderson doesn’t eat but ten meals a day? (The staff could not make out whether it was “two” or “ten” so we gave Sylvia the benefit of the doubt.)

Miss Samson (after 1st gym. class):— “Did you take a shower bath?”

Junior:—“No ma’am, is there one missing?”

Have you noticed the flirtation between Irene Muir and Peter Tri in Psychology II?

Student (in Lit. Society):—“Dr. Dickerson, could we open our program with a musical selection?”

Dr. Dickerson:—“Why yes, but you might open it with a crow bar.”

An illustrative sentence heard in Grammar class:—Moses played tennis at Pharaoh’s Court.

Mr. Mangun:—“All our names, it is said, have their origin with some meaning. Now mine, Mangun, what could that be?”

R. B.:—“Why, maybe, the man behind the gun.”

The Staff

Myrt:—“Has Hazel gone out to observe the stars tonight?”

Fern:—“No, she has gone to observe the sun (son).”

Mr. Moore:—“Miss Tillman, what does the court stenographer do?”

Miss T.:—“Sits in the court-room and takes notes.”

Mr. Moore:—“Doesn’t he ever look up?”

Miss T.:—“Well I guess he looks up different points sometimes.”

Heard near the bulletin board. Adeline Me.:—“Oh! I can’t take advanced manual training because it comes the same hour as physics. I wonder what Mr. Sandt teaches there at ‘consultation?’

Mr. Maxwell:—“Miss Olson, how would you suggest that this floor be cleaned?”

Miss Olson:—“Well, I hardly believe I’d use a vacuum cleaner. I think a hair brush would be best.”

Miss Richards (in Lit.

Int.):—“Name

some of the poems Tennyson has written.”

Mr. Schmoke:—“‘Crossing the Bar,’ ‘Child’s Lullaby’ and ‘Father Will Come to Me Soon.’”

Wafted from the Grammar room: “Yes, my jokes are always original,— that is I have only heard them once or twice.”

THE DOBBS STUDIO

Can

Dr. Dickerson (in Hist, of Ed.):— “What does the ‘Early Cave Men,’ deal with, Mr. Schmoke?”

Mr. Schmoke:—“I didn’t study the book, but I suppose it naturally deals with the Cave Men.”

Dr. Dickerson:—“How do you know it doesn’t deal with bluffers?”

Ella Fisher (after scanning the platform one Monday morning):—“I’ll bet Mr. Moore is going to talk this morning; he’s the only one with a shoe shine.”

Hunky be nimble, Hunky be quick, Classes are calling, Don’t be falling.

M. C.

Mr. Mangun:—“In connection with this outline of the term’s work, we had a short exposition on the life hereafter.”— Apologetically, “Now I’m talking about something I don’t know anything about —but I do that quite often so it is all right.”

At class play rehearsals when Mr. Alger waggers a dollar to a doughnut that the plot won’t work, George Schmoke calls him a weak-patted fool and Mr. Katowski swears he will leave them both in the lurk.

Alice I. (in Sewing III):—“Do you wash those shawls in water?”

Miss McM.: “Oh no!—in rain water.”

Mr. Moore:—“Who is the county coroner?”

Ambitious Volunteer: “Well, if any one dies from no cause whatever, he is sent for.”

Miss Slifer received a letter today. I wonder if it was a good one? (Good- win.)

“A word to the wise is impossible. The wise talk all the time.” How about it, Louise?

Are the Normal girls boosters? Ask the Beloit Glee Club.

Dr. D.:—“Why is gold said to be malleable?”

Class:—“Because it can be rolled out thin like cake dough.”

Dr. D.:—“I suppose that’s why gold is sometimes called ‘dough.’ Class (obligingly):—“Ha, Ha!”

Points from Mr. Mangun’s argument against bringing more young men to Normal under false pretenses.

1. Could you get a boy to study the kindergarten course? No! He would pass it up as a pay card does a hobo.

2. How would a boy studying science teach a fourth grade class? He would fit in like a “horse” in a “feather bed.”

3. I believe in co-education but too often it becomes “cooed” (education).

Junior:—“What would this old oak say if it could talk?”

Mr. Holzinger:—“It would say, ‘I am an elm,’

Ana you’ll be sorry for not handing in your picture; the one we’re going to put in will be even worse than your own.

OVER THE TRANSOM

(Knock at door 22 after lights were off)

(Inside) “Come in, come in! I’m in bed! ! I’m not going to get up and unlock the door. If you can’t get in any other way, come over the transom.!!”

(Outside) “Girls, girls, this is Miss Richards.”

Fern, (at Brown’s Drug Store):—“I want some witch-hazel.”

Clerk:—“Do you want it in bulk?”

Fern:—“Yes.” Then turning to her friend, “I thot it was a liquid.”

Heard in Civics class (after visiting court.)

Dr. D.:—“When were the jurymen sworn in?”

Matt:—“Oh! they all swore at once.”

Foot Toggery for Young Women

The Newest and Smartest Lasts Recognized the Country over as theBest. MADE by JOHN KELLY, who never made a poor Shoe $3 00 $3 50 $4.00

BAKER & STEINBAUER 69 West Third Street

HAVILAND & CO.’S Fine China, Syracuse China, in Sets and Fancy Pieces. Cut Glass—Pretty One-Dollar Pieces.

TRUNKS, SUIT-CASES and SATCHELS

Toys Notions and Novelties at MoneySaving Prices.

FLOUR

Finest in the World

It’s all in the way it’s milled All requirements are fulfilled. Though o’er all the earth you scour You’ll find no match for WINGOLD FLOUR.

MADE IN THE FINEST MILL INTHE WORLD

Miss M. (In manual training):—“Oh, we ought to have one more; thirteen is an unlucky number.”

Mr. Sandt:—“Oh no it isn’t! The two most important events in history were connected with the number thirteen. There were thirteen original colonies, and I was bom on the thirteenth.”

When you mention me in the Annual, let it be in the Beauty Department. —Lillian Anderson.

Miss Slifer, to Grace Strong after she had completed a recitation: “Miss Strong, you have a very sweet voice, but some how or other you have gotten into the habit of talking high. (Does any one know how tall Art is ?)

Heard in Domestic Science Room.

“Put plenty of nuts in the cake.”

“I won’t crack any more nuts today, my jaws hurt already.”

Mr. Maxwell (in School Management):—“Are the after effects of measles and mumps dangerous?”

M. B. T4:—“No, not unless they die.”

“Peter Tri is going to leave this Spring.”

“Why?”

“Because all trees leave in the Spring.”

“But he’s changed his mind.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s evergreen.”

Mr. Polley:—“How are glaciers formed?”

Tessie Brooks:—“They come up out of the water.”

Mr. Polley:—“Where did you find that glaciers come up out of the water?”

Tessie Brooks:—“Down at the movies.”

Dr. D.:—“Did you ever follow a bee to find a bee tree?”

P. S. T4:—“Lots of times.”

Dr. D.:—“Did you ever get any honey?”

P. S.:—“No, I got stung.”

Does Mr. Gaylord like red? For further information go to Esther Kmppenbacher.

“Did you hear that Marie Bruner has become a mason?”

“Since when?”

“Since spring vacation.”

“How’s that?”

“Oh, every morning she plasters her spit curls.”

Katherine L.:—“Oh Roxie, I just heard that I have a little nephew.”

Roxie B.:—“Oh isn’t that lovely— is it a boy or girl?”

Marion (going to her prospective superintendent): “He’s good looking and looks single. Is my hair on straight ?” (On her return, utterly disgusted):— “Oh fudge! he’s got a marri (ed) twinkle in his eye.”

Mr. Stockton:—“No, dumb animals never imitate.”

Irene Muir:—“If one kitten crawls up a screen and another sees it and does the same, what is that?”

Mr. Stockton (after much deliberation):—“Why that’s two kittens crawling up a screen.”

“Why Ana, put something on your head. It’s cold.”

“I have got something. I’ve got my psyche.”

While the postman may not be a flirt all the Normal girls get love letters from him.

Mr. Holzinger:—“When the horse shoes strike quartz you can sometimes see sparks.”

Mollie Ml—“Why I have done it myself.”

Mr. Polley:—“Is this diagram correct?”

Miss H.:—“Yes sir, but just change the location of that north star. Put it further south and it will look better.”

Irene. Mstson

Evelyn Carlson

/ina Bezanson

Loretta Albro

Sarah Fleming

Both G-ludt

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Advice to the Love Lorn

Fraulein A. Belden

Fraulein A. Belden:—Is it proper for a girl who is engaged to go out with another young man more than once ?

Yours in the dark,

Irene M.

It is more common than proper, but it depends altogether on the girl.

Dear Fraulein:—I received a most beautiful Easter plant with six large blossoms. No card accompanied it. Do you think one of my Minneapolis admirers sent it?

Ruth Kellett.

No Ruth, as long as there was no card, it probably came from your mother.

Mile. Belden:—Is it considered proper to help a bashful young man on, by calling him up and doing the leap year stunt? Fussed, J. B. Bradley.

Yes, Jessie, it is considered proper if the young man is bashful. (?)

Dear A. Belden:—As P—L was provoked at me last Thursday I went home to mother on Friday. Do you think that was the best thing to do?

Lena H.

Undoubtedly, as Paul was thus able to share his auto with several girls over Sunday.

Dear Fraulein Belden:—Summer vacation will soon be here. Would it be proper for Hannibal to spend three months at the Lake of the Isles?

Marie B.

That really would be almost too long a time. Six weeks would be perfectly proper. The other six weeks you might spend at summer school.

Liebe Fraulein:—How long must you know a boy before you can lethim hold your hand?

Anxiously, Marion W.

Ask James Robb.

Fraulein Belden:—Today’s mail brot me only two letters from Chicago. Is there any way by which delivery can be hastened ?

Maud.

Have him spend two more hours a day writing.

Dearest Fraulein Belden:—Is it proper for me to offer the girls peanuts? Earl.

Yes, when Ana isn’t around.

Will you call for your apologies or shall we deliver them?

Letters from Our Little Folks

Morey Hall.

Darlingest Mother: Here it is Sunday A. M., and I am all dolled up for Sunday School. I look perfectly darling this morning in my green suit and hat with patent leather trimming. I have been wearing my brown poplin to school as you told me to and of all the comps and “T. L.’s” I get. Of course, you know it is a per- feet match with my hair and I think the dress is a beautiful shade.

I sang at the Convention last week and so many people went dippy about me. Never had so many have crushes on me before. I don’t blame them tho, for I looked so sweet.

Mother, if a boy should ask me to go to church, would you go unchaperoned? I don’t think I would. (Never mind, Gladys, you’ll never be asked.)

As I hear B. calling me, I had better find my penny and go.

With oceans of love and a kiss on every wave, Your own, Little Fairy.

Dearest Darling:

“At

Home”

Just think, I haven’t seen oo since Friday. I miss ’oo so, as I have no one to love up and kiss.

What have ’oo done since ’oo have come home? Musser and I went shopping Saturday and I got so many darling clothes. My hat is so cute—very becoming to me. ’Nen, I got a pair of patent leather pumps wis eight straps and a shiny, silver buckle. Daddy and I went to the Lyric in the evening and I enjoyed it so much. ’Nen we went and got some pop-corn and I came home a tired and happy girl. Well, darling, I’ll see ’oo soon.

With heaps of love,

Your own, B. P.

Winona, Minn., April 3, 1914.

Dear Mama:

Boo-hoo, I couldn’t get my pretty curls to hang right today, so I tied my hair up with a nice green ribbon. Lots of the girls say my hair is red,—but I don’t think so, do you? Some of them say my hair is wooley, but I don’t care if they say that, cause I know they’re only jealous. What should I tell them if they say it again? When the Super- intendents come I comb my hair like the other girls, so that I don’t look like only a little girl. Well, I can’t write any more.

Good-bye.

Your own darling, Gladys S. Winona, Minn. April 7, 1914.

Dear Brother:

How are you? I’m just havin’ such a good time. All the girls like me so well, and the teachers do, too. They think I’m the cutest little girl, and I always say such awful smart things, that every one has to laf at me. I guess they laf cause I’m so little. But my dear brother, there ain’t no nice boys like you or the rest in our town, here. I just won’t look at any of them. We didn’t have pie for dinner. Tell all my boy friends, hello. I love you all.

Marjorie H.

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Wanted: fortune. A man to share my new Hattie Bartlett, heiress.

Wanted: More hair and curly. Marie Bruner.

Wanted: meeting. A joke cracked in faculty A. Polley.

Wanted: Ana Benson’s prescription for a rapid and luxuriant growth of hair.

Wanted: A High School position for next year. Mabel Franklin.

Wanted: Height by George Schmoke.

Wanted: A Parisian pompadour. Harris G. Pett.

Wanted: A trustworthy girl to care for my Jewell. Fern St. J.

For Sale : Giggles. J. Towey.

For Sale Classifications.

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For Sale: The following copyrighted poem.

“There was an old owl who lived in an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard. Why can’t we all be like this bird?”

G.

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For Sale: My reserved table at Kratze. Helen Jeans.

Information : Bayonets are implements of war. They shoot men with them. Roxie Brown.

For Sale: My graft with Dr. Dickerson. Marjorie Hodge.

For Sale: Any information regarding bird, beast, or man. Mr. Holzinger.

For Sale: My everlasting smile. Harriet Derdowski.

For Sale: To the Houston Bunch, our 1% looks and our 99% graft with Mr. Mangun. Mollie Moliter. Sarah Fleming.

For Sale : ability. Some of my dramatic Carlyn Girtler.

For Sale: My Missouri drawl. Dr. Dickerson.

To Loan: Fatherly advice. Dr. Dickerson.

To Loan: A few blushes. Lillian Anderson.

Bird Dentistry: All birds’ teeth repaired. Bridge work a specialty. Lillian Anderson.

Lost: Two Hall. sugar bowls from Morey

SNAP DRAGONS

“If any thing herein offend, In philosophy to live pretend, And then thruout the live long day It matters not what neighbors say.”

Till-man enters the Normal, the girls herein will continue to Robb the Winona High School of its Jewells.

If a Polley should peck a Child(s) would Burk-hold-er and Hol-sing-er to sleep ?

“Nix-on that noise,” Wood-ruff the Bliss of the Normal.

If Lawrence turned on the Fawcett would Frue-tel Charles to call a Plummer?

If a Palmer gave George Schmoke a Homstad, would he take a Breid?

If Helen (a) Bates the tango, will Susie Wals-er?

If Frances Green should turn Gray, would Marzolf Rush on a Campbell to get Moore Sand?

If Sam-son had another Pet(t), would it be a Polley?

If Lillian Hurl-ey Bole(s), would Marie Crouch and Luretta Dodge?

If Kline-felt-er Brown hair turning Green, would she become Riley?

JUST OUT

“Every Little Movement Has a Meaning all its Own”—J. S. Gaylord.

“You Need Sympathy”—C. V. Smith.

“Don’t WakeMe Up, I’m Dreaming” —Mabel Franklin.

“Roamin’ in the Gloamin’ ”—Lena Heaner.

“Sweet Genevieve”—Ana Benson.

“Who is Sylvia?”-—Sylvia Anderson.

“Down on the Farm”—A. Polley.

“Will There Be Any Stars in My Crown?”—Lillian Grams.

LIMERICKS

There was a young lady named Fern Who was so eager to learn.

One day while at school She met a young Jewell And so ended the aim of our Fern.

There was a young lady named Proctor Who resided at the home of a doctor

One day while excited “Tres Moustarde” she cited, And this from our pianist, Proctor.

There was a young lady named Bess, Who lived up to all fashions in dress. She stepped on the scale And turned deathly pale, The weight of this maid you must guess.

Lou, whom we name in this jingle, Keeps Miss Richard’s nerves in a tingle. In the closet she hid, Under-hill’s lid, When sought by Miss Richards with a shingle.

Ana Benson is sure a cute girl, And she keeps Earl’s heart in a whirl. We wonder oft times, If e’er the glad chimes Will announce that he’s captured his pearl.

Lucinda’s name we all do know, And you bet nothing about her is slow. And the whole vSenior Class, Without this dear lass, On the blink would be sure to go.

There is a young lady named Green, With a boy is rarely she seen, But you bet that her eyes Can make your pulse rise, And make you feel queer in the bean.

WINONA NORMAL WHITE SOX LEAGUE

First Base—Lillie Allen.

Second Base—Esther Kruppenbacher

Third Base—Ruth Hunkins.

Pitcher—May Riley

Catcher—Irene Atmore

Short-stop—Irene Muir

Right Fielder—Genevieve Lawrence Left Fielder—Helen Barrett

Center Fielder—Ana Benson

Umpire—Maud Potter

Beauty Parlors

(Personally Conducted by Mile. A. Isaacs.)

Dear Mile. Isaacs:—How can I get a complexion like Emmett Raymond’s. Carlyn Girtler.

This spring, while at your country home, gather three pecks of milk weed pods, press, save the fluid, add several drops of peroxide and then apply to face after meals.

Mademoiselle Isaacs:—How would a young girl appear to the best advantage, with her hair done up, or with a large bow?

Yours lovingly, Eleanor W.

Never appear in public without a beau. It is most uncultured.

Dear Mile. Isaacs:—I am tall and good looking, have a fair complexion, small mouth, a Roman nose, brown eyes, a heavenly voice, and wonderful dramatic ability. All the girls think I’m handsome and are crazy about me. Do you really think they have cause to be?

Earl K.

From the above description we should think that not only are the girls crazy (?) about you, but you yourself are slightly inclined that way. One way to make your small mouth larger is to talk about larger subjects, as “I” has never been known to contain much material for oratorical speeches.

Dear Miss Isaacs:—I wear my hair in a figureeight and use a hair net. The girls would like to see it changed. Can you make any suggestions ?

Otelia B.

You might coil it loosely on the top of your head. I suggest making a butterfly of the net.

Mademoiselle Isaacs:—Can you tell me what will remove freckles? My friends say that mine arc charming but they annoy me exceedingly.

Yours in distress,

Helen J.

A little pumice stone applied vigorously two or three times a day will do the work.

My DearMiss Isaacs:—What can I do for a double chin? I have a slight trace of one and fear it will mar my beauty.

Yours hastily, Helen K. Walk a good deal and attend no less than four spreads a week—these preferably after hours.

Who said we have no men: Behold our sons! !

Dickerson

Samson Munson

Benson

Simpson Olson

Anderson Thompson Mason Johnson Maxson Stevenson Rasmusson

SOME PEOPLES’ IDEAS OF HAPPINESS

George Schmoke—No girls.

Lois Murphy—Many naps.

Jess Bradley—Fancy coiffures.

Dorothy Moore—Latest fashions.

The Editors—No Annual.

Cora Simons—To talk all she wants to.

Rose Pellowski—Pink cheeks.

The Stillwater Bunch—A private phone and no interruptions.

Earl Kirschstein—Twenty-six hours’ work.

Beulah Palmer—Curly hair in wet weather.

Irma Whomes—Six inches more in height.

Liela Meyers—A corner on the “kiss me quick.’’

Mr. Holzinger—My name in the Annual.

Irene Muir—Teddy bears and tin dogs.

A B Cs for Kindergartners

A is for Allen and Anderson too, Who are both studious, kind and true.

B stands for Alice, and Helen, and Bess, Their other names you’ll have to guess. The Crouches and Harriet all come under C, No girls in this school could jollier be.

E is for Ellefson, a happy young thing, When older she grows, much good wall she bring.

G is for Frances, our girl from the West, I know all agree she is one of the best.

H is for Ruth, M. Henry, and Nell, Of eacji one’s charms we gladly would tell.

I is for Jban, thru whom we must see, Because the one “I” in our class is she.

K is for Esther, and Leona as well, The answers to questions they know very well.

L is for Genevieve, a sweet young lass, Who, in looks and in goodness, few can surpass. Maxson, McGuiggan—two Ms in a line, Millbrath and Muir—this finishes it fine.

N is for Nixon, our president dear, We all feel better when she is near.

R is for Riley, whose first name is May, She’s a fine girl—you hear all say.

S to be cared for, then my brain can untwist, So here’s Harriet, Ella and Ruth to finish the list. For the rest of the alphabet, names we have none, So the rhyme I began is purely now done.

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AS SEEN BY A STUDENT OF NATURE

Owl—Cynthia Cornwell

Nightingale—Maude Potter

Butterflies—Ruth Kellett

Gladys Putsch

Ruth Hunkins

Wren—Helen Bates

Peacock—Carlyn Girtler

Red-headed Woodpecker— Elorine Fruetel

Louise Tracy Alice Isaacs

Bird of Paradise—H attie Bartlett

Sparrow—Ada Underhill

Clam—Marion Robb

Kitten—Laura Holker

Trees—Peter Tri

Poplar—Harriet Stahmann

Oak—Ana Benson

Date—Eleanor Ward

Palm—Marguerite Palm(er)

Would the “son” revolve around the Normal

If

Bess Derrick should lose her appetite?

Gladys Brugger should lose her temper 5

Dr. Dickerson should forget his sermons ?

Mr. Gaylord should think as much as he suggests ?

Gladys Huestis really were a fairy ?

Maud Boreen should walk on both feet?

Louise Tracy were good looking?

Sarah Fleming didn’t like fudge?

! ! !

You should have heard the commotion In school the other day, Whenthe boys from old Wisconsin Came over to sing their lay.

The girls! They shouted and they laughed They even stamped their feet, They giggled and they whispered, “Those boys are just too sweet.”

But you really must forgive them, For such a sight is rare

In the Assembly Hall of Normal Where the sex is mostly fair.

Lillie A. Engh.

DON’T GET SORE

Just cause we say some little things That no one’s said before; And see the funny side of things Don’t get sore!

We like you; honest, kids, we do, It’s fun and nothing more, And since we’re only teasing you Don’t get sore!

Some time, when we have parted, kids, And Normal days are o’er, These jests will picture classmates,— friends,—so Don’t get sore! Ex.

MAT HADE OURANUALA SUCCESS

Music

How often is the soul of man inspired By music, which does thrill us thru and thru, Creating new desires and longings too! The things to which we have so long aspired Seem closer to us; we are greatly fired By wonderful ambitions. All the bad, That once in us did lie, now makes us sad; We pray for help to be all that’s desired. Oh! there is music that does fill our souls With love of everything which makes this earth; And there is music that is light and gay, That tells us of the happiest of goals; But best of all is music which gives birth To deeper, holier thots at close of day.

F.F.

Banquet Song

Tune—“The Quilting Party.”

’Tis today that we must sever

From our friends and classmates dear: But then we’ll ne’er forget them ever; The friends, that we made here.

Refrain:

We are leaving, Alma Mater, We are leaving you today, And our hearts are filled with sadness As we’re leaving you today.

Fellow students and instructors; We have learned to love you well. And to know our love is lasting Time and tide will only tell.

Refrain:

Then farewell to dear old Normal, And farewell to all the rest; For we’re leaving our Alma Mater, And the friends we love the best.

Refrain:

Junior Class Song

1913 Tune—“Commencement Day”

Oh Seniors! Now we greet you Upon our last school day, We bring you our best wishes, We wish you good alway. We Juniors now must follow Your shining footsteps, bright, And we must try our best now To be supremely right.

Oh Seniors! When you leave us Pray don’t forget us here, But know that the old Normal Still holds you all most dear. And when you feel discouraged Think of our last refrain, Forever and for-aye, dears, We wish you joy and gain.

H. G. L. K.

Poor, Misunderstood Kg’s

Even tho we are accused Of never working like the rest, Any one who is abused May just step in and try our test.

If technics, games and stories all, Seem to you so very small, Just think of other things we do, And you will find that we work, too.

E. N.