THE GATE POST

Vol. V S'l‘A'l‘F. TEACHERS COLLEGE, FRAMINGHAM. MASS. JUNE 8. 1930 No. If)

To President and Mrs. Bagnall and the Seniors:

Because You Leave, We Grieve

Honor Is Paid President

Bagnall By His Staff

Mrs. Bagnall Also Pleasantly Remembered At

Complimentary Banquet

Token of Esteem A: They Are About to Leave

State Teachers College

The faculty of the State Teachers College.

including members of the "Stall on the Hill"

and at the Jonathan Maynard School, tendered

a banquet to President and Mrs. Francis A.

Bagnall Monday evening. May 25. Mr. Bagnall.

who will have reached the compulsory retiring

age of seventy years before the beginning of the

next college year. has been president of the col-

lege six years, since the retirement of Dr.

James Chalmers in 1930. He came to Framing-

ham after six years' service as president of the

State Teachers College at I-Iyannis. following

23 years as superintendent of schools at Adams.

llnring their residence in Framingham, Presi-

dent and Mrs. Bagnall have endeared them~

selves to the faculty and students.

The dinner Monday evening was held at the

Sandy Burr Country Club in \Vayland. with its

lovely country setting. Both Mrs. Ragnall and

Miss Sarah Bagnall. a sister of President Bag-

nall. and also a guest of honor, wore beautiful

torsages which had been presented to them.

Miss Lou Lombard of the Vocational depart-

ment presided as a very able toastmistress. and

Miss Lucille French. Miss Louie Ramsdell. and

Miss Lena Cushing spoke in warm appreciation

of Mr. Bagnall's interest aml accomplishments

in their respective departments. Miss Louise

Kingman read a friendship poem.

As a visible and more material token of the

esteem in which President Bagnall is held, Mr.

Fred \‘V. Archibald. on behalf of the faculty.

presented him with a billfold containing one

hundred dollars. After Mr. Bagnall's gracious

response. the group adjourned to the spacious

lCnnliuumI on page 2. mluum 3)

It Happened June 2

Senior freaks invaded Peirce Hall (by per-

mission. of course) and gave the on-lookers

many a laugh. After the class prophecy was

read by Rhoda and Cynthia. everyone hurried

to the bonfire on the back hill. Scarcer an eye

was dry (believe it or not) as Mim sadly tossed

into the blaze. so ably tendered by young

Archie. “treasures” dear to many a maidcn's

heart! The heirlooms consumed. the girls has-

tened to Horace Mann dorm.. for the Din/x were

ready for delivery! Already the campus rings

with the familiar. annual cry of "Oh. please

write in my Dial!"

DEBUT (A True Story)

Rachel Field loved the rain; Nancy Byrd

'l‘nrner loved the rain; but why they did was

more than Kris could see as. bent over under

the burden of a tightly-packed suitcase contain-

ing concert-clothing. she ploughed through the

swirling rain and slush up college hill. "Yes,"

she thought disgustcdly. “those poets are at

home today sitting before a warm fire writing

about the rain. They don’t have to buck the

elements like ordinary mortals. No wonder

they can love the rain."

And so she fussed and fumed to herself until

she reached the commuters' locker room. There

she fussed and finned some more to her chum,

Lenny. It was much more satisfactory to have

an auditor.

"Did you ever see such weather?" Kris began.

but she did not give Lenny time to answer. “I

just know I'm going to get a cold out of it. I'll

never be able to sing tonight. But. then. I sup-

pose there won't be anybody there. VVho’d

want to come out in this awful storm to hear

the Glee Club sing?"

"You'd better hang up your dress,’ answered

Lenny calmly. “Dampness is not particularly

good for eventing gowns."

“Oh. I suppose 50." answered Kris as she

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The Third May Day

"Backward, turn backward, oh time in thy

flight." 'l‘ime did turn back Friday afternoon.

May 22. through the meditun of the class of

1938. when other classes and friends were trans—

ported to England in the thirteenth century.

In Chalmers' 'l‘hcatre. which is so lovely at this

time of year. enclosed by green spring country—

side. surmounted by a sparkling ccrulcan sky.

the life story of the Black Prince, son of

Edward the ill of England was enacted as an

entertainment for our May Queen. Dorothy

DeVennc, crowned by the Spirit of Framing—

ham, Kathleen Ryan. Beatrice Racicot. Spirit

of Spring, also occupied a seat of honor on the

raised platform at one side of the stage.

Following the entrance of the Sophomores in

the processional, we enjoyed scenes from the

boyhood of the Prince. we saw him crowned

Prince of \Vales in 1344. we \vcre eye witnesses

to the battle of Crecy in which the Prince was

wounded. to his reception of the investment

with the Order of the Carter. and to the wed-

ding ceremony following the romance with his

cousin Joan. We. were present when six hos-

tages sent by the starving citizens of the be-

sieged city of Calais were saved from execution

by the Prince's mother, Queen Philippa. \Ve

saw the Black Prince collapse aml die, and

soon saw his son, Richard, accede to the ling-

lish throne.

A festive air was given the pageant by the

various dances entwined in the story. and by

the gay costumes worn by both royalty and

peasants. Our interpretation was aided by the

voice choir under Marie Brady’s direction.

Ruth Condon was a charming lilack l’rince.

His parents. Dorothy Rowsc am] I'larrict Nick-

erson portrayed their parts' with genuincness

as did, also. his wife Joan, Mary McCanlcy, and

their son. Mary Campbell. The gesticulations

of Myrtle Schneider as the King's jester \vcre

most amusing, and gave comic relief to the

seriousness of some of the situations.

(Continued on [mm- 2, column 3)

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Successful Pops!

. liralningham night at Pops was well attended.

Over five hundred twenty students and alumnae

occupied the front section of Symphony Hall.

Special mention must he made of the famous

Framingham spirit of loyalty as evidenced by

two far-away Framingham Clubs. The Spring-

field Club was represented by nine members.

and the New Bedford Club by twenty.

Miss Sarah Delano and Miss Katharine Stone,

both of the class of ’79, enjoyed the evening

listening to the program and looking at the

Dial!

Dean Pope of Bridgewater, herself .a Fram-

ingham graduate, and seven Bridgewater stu-

dents sat in the Framingham section.

Seventy-four members of the Glee Club sang

sweetly under the inspiring leadership of the

ever-popular “Archie”. Three members of the

Boston Symphony Orchestra accompanied the

students with a harp and horns. The words of

praise which followed the music were surely

well deserved. Altogether the evening was

pronounced a success!

We Honor Him

We approach the end of the college year with

a more acute feeling of regret than has usually

been felt in the past. We all realize that those

of us who do return in the fall will not be

greeted by the one who has been our loved

leader and friend for the past few years—

President Baguall.

No matter what has happened outside of our

college life, we have always felt a sense of

security and well-being while on the hill. And

it is to this leader and friend of ours that we

owe this feeling. We have come to realize that

the all-round success of a college lies principally

in the hands of its president.

However, along with this feeling of regret

because President Baguall will not be return-

ing in the fall, is a sense of gratitude resulting

from everything that our president had done

for us and meant to us. His interest in our

undertakings has proven that he is unusually

concerned in the improvement of all features of

campus activities. A sympathy for all our prob-

lems whether great or small; a devotion to the

ideal of our college and to the service for

youth; a spirit of cooperation and loyalty in all

phases of student life—these are a few of his

characteristics from which we have drawn

inspiration.

We that have loved him, followed him,

honored him

Have made him our pattern through

our college life.

—Marjorie Whittier, ’36,

President of Student Cooperative Association.

CROCKER JUNIORS ENTERTAIN

Tired and happy were the Croeker Juniors on

Sunday evening, May 24; for, despite the beat,

-—you past “Crockerites” should know—a deli-

cious four-course dinner was served to fifty

proud parents and several faculty members.

Fine Arts

Edi/01".: uoIe.-Due to lack of space in the May

issue of the "Gale l’ast", [his report had to be

held over until this issue.

The crowning achievement of the drama

group this year was the presentation of the

annual Fine Arts play, “The Misleading Lady",

given in conjunction with the Framingham Civic

League players.

With a surprisingly large and appreciative

audience the production proved worthy of all

the work put into it by the cast and the pro-

duction staff.

Florence Kellogg, as the heroine, Helen

Steele, did a particularly fine job with a diffi-

cult part. Her pleasing personality and real

dramatic talent admirably suited the character

she portrayed.

Jack Craigen, played by Edmund Dinsmore,

was a virile hero. His easy stage manner and

pleasant delivery helped to make the play a

perfect whole.

Loudly applauded by the audience was Sidney

\Voodward who took the humorous part of

Boncy, an escaped lunatic from the Sunnyvale

Sanitatorium.

livery member of the cast contributed his-bit

to make the play an acknowledged success.

Below we quote a letter from President Bag-

nall which echoes the sentiments of all who

saw the play:

Miss Anne Minichiello

President, Fine Arts Club.

My dear Miss Minichiello:

I am very glad to speak in a very comple-

mentary way of the recent Fine Arts play in

which for the first time the male parts were

taken by young men. Mrs. Bagnall and l. have

enjoyed the play exceedingly, and I have no

reason to regret granting the permission to

have the cast made up of both young men and

young women.

Very sincerely yours,

F. A. Baguall, President.

—Eileen E. Hartnett, Fine Arts Reporter.

A’Kempis Club

VERONICA Bum-am RECEIVES HONOR

A'Kentpis club delegate and vice-president of

the New England Federation of Catholic Clubs.

she was one of three members in New England

to receive an honor key. This key is presented

once a year to three members of the New Eng-

land province who do outstanding work in

Federation. “Ronnie” was president of the

A'Kempis Club in 1934-1935 and federation

delegate to Federation. A'Kempis extends its

congratulations to such a worthy member.

COMMUNION BREAKFAST

The A’Kempis Club held its annual commun-

ion breakfast Sunday morning, May 3i, at the

Kendall Hotel. Forty members of the club par-

took of the breakfast. Dr. and Mrs. Baguall

were presented with a handsome picture of the

rose window in Rheims cathedral, Miss Murphy

making the presentation on behalf of the club.

The Elementary Degree Seniors Division II

say that the

Best-looking girl is Mildred MacFarland.

Best-dressed is Regina Leary.

Best dancer is Mildred MacFarland.

Most innocent is Anita Slnnauk.

Most business-like is Marion Davis.

Manhater is Anita Slnnauk.

Most popular is Helen Boyd and

Mary Falvey (tied)

Most studious is Marion Davis.

Most sophisticated is Helen Boyd.

Most athletic is Rose Paladino.

Most musical is Rosalie Dolan and

Helen Boyd (tied)

' Most artistic is Mildred MacFarland.

Quietest is Viola Thompson.

Most likely to succeed is Marion Davis.

Most efficient is Helen Landry.

VVittiest is Helen McMullen.

HONOR IS PAID PRESIDENT BAGNALL

(Continued from page 1)

living room to listen to songs by Mr. Archibald

and, under his leadership, to sing college songs.

During the administration of President Bag-

uall, there have been many progressive changes

made at the college. The new building now

under construction will be a monument to his

industry and untiring efforts. It is a matter of

deep regret that it seems unlikely that the

building will be completed and functioning be-

fore Mr. Bagnall’s retirement.

Quite recently President Baguall has been

appointed as consultant ex-oflicio for the Edu-

cational Policies CommissionI Washington.

Although a man of seventy years, he is still

young, keen, and alert in mind and body and is

certain to find many avenues of usefulness open

to him. He will carry with him the best wishes

of his friends at the college and in the town for

many happy and active years.

—Reprinted from The Framing/tam News.

THE THIRD MAY DAY

(Continued from page 1)

After the recessional, the players mingled

with the crowd, and many partook of refresh-

ments obtained at the attractive booth on the

crest of the hill.

Much credit for the huge success of the day

is due to Miss Kingman, director of the pageant;

Miss Poole, Sophomore class advisor; Miss

’l‘aylor, director of the dances; and Miss Cum-

mings, advisor for the two former May Days.

It is the hope of the Sophomore class, that

parents, friends, and fellow students enjoyed

the performance as much as they enjoyed giv-

ing it. Their aim to present an authentic

kaleidoscope of the story, settings, and cos-

tumes of the days of the Black Prince certainly

has been attained.

—-Edith Yuill.

Attention!

Don't forget that there are Framingham

Clubs in your locality. Each club will be glad

to welcome you in October! For club informa-

tion, write to Miss Cora E. Morse, 31 Park

Circle, Arlington Heights, Mass.

THE GATE POST

DEBUT (A True Story)

(Continued from page I)

snapped open the dripping suitcase and ex-

tracted a lovely wisp of shimmering white

chiffon. "But I can feel my throat tightening

up and I know I shall not be able to sing a note

tonight.”

"Well," rejoined her friend, “we’ll take a run

over to the nurse and have her swab your

throat right now. We have just about time to

go over and back before classes begin."

The two girls started off to nurse Bobbin‘s

office—Kris with a simulated sore throat caused

by a premature attack of stage-fright, and

Lenny perfectly aware that Kris was building

up an alibi in case her solo did not reach her

expectations. '

By the tiny: five o'clock came and the last

class was over, Kris had worked herself to a

nervous frenzy. She could not even remember

if the professor of her last class had been Miss

Catarrh or Mr. \Vorkhard. All she could think

of now was the face of Mr. Artichoke, the Glee

Club leader, as he told them to be on hand at

quarter of seven because the concert was going

to begin at seven o’clock sharp. Of course,

being a gullible freshman and uninitiated in the

conduct of Christmas banquets, she really be-

lieved that Mr. Artichoke intended to start that

concert at seven o'clock. That meant that she

had about one hour and a half to eat, bathe,

dress, and get into the concert hall. In her rush'

towards the locker room she caught snatches

of conversation drifting from the various groups

of girls.

“I think I’ll eat at the Inn.”

“I'd like to go to the Slamwhich Shoppe, but

I suppose that President Bagnailee would rather

not have us go there now that they sell liquor."

“Oh, you can get the swellest sandwiches at

the 1492 House. A big platter and cheap, too."

"I suppose we should have gone to the Christ-

mas banquet with the boarders. They say you

get good eats for once.”

“0, here's Kris. How's your throat?"

"All right I" answered Kris, “but it feels as

though the nurse tried to remove my tonsils

with that swab."

“You would get a sore throat for your first

solo. Wish you luck.”

“Thanks, I'll need it."

“Come on.” called Lenny. “Let's have some

sandwiches in the annex. Then we can take

our showers."

The conscientious freshmen gobbled down

their sandwiches, grabbed their gowns and suit-Y

cases, and hurried off to the showers. ' Each

gave herself a “lick and a promise" and scram-

bled into a white evening gown. 'The air was

charged with hurry and bustle. Suddenly an

agonized groan emerged from the vicinity of

Kris's locker. :

“Good Lord! Look, Lenny,” she called in

voice which seemed to indicate that the end of

the world had come. ;

Lenny poked her head out of her locker, and

so did everyone else within hearing distance;

There was Kris standing with a pair of sandals

dangling from her hands by the heels.

“What's the matter, now?" demanded Lenny:

“Don't you see?" wailed Kris. "One’s a vel-

vet sandal and the other's a kid sandal.”

“So what?" queried Lenny. ' “Who’s going to

see your feet? One look at that face of yours

and they won't want to look any farther."

"But, Lenny, they're bulk for the left foot.”

“Wher This is serious," said Lenny talking

to nobody in particular. “I'll run over to the

dorm and see if I can borrow you a pair. Fin-

ish dressing while I'm gone. It‘s a good thing

you don't sing solos every day."

The dorm was as quiet as a tomb. Lenny's

spike heels echoed weirdly in the deserted cor-

ridors. All the rooms were dark. only the

corridor lights shone. The rain, now turned to

sleet. spattercd fiercely against the panes. Len-

ny searched high and low for a lighted room—

but all in vain.. Everybody had gone to the

Christmas banquet.

Lenny returned empty-handed to the locker

room. \Vhat were they going to (10? Kris

would just have to wear her white gym sneak-

ers. Nobody would see her feet anyway.

At 6.45 on the dot, all freshmen were in their

seats at the assembly ball, but nobody else was

there. Gradually a few people began to saunter

in, nnhnrriedly taking seats at the back of the

hall. Seven o'clock came and there still was

nobody but freshmen in the Glee Club seats on

the stage. Seven fifteen and the audience began

to move closer to the front anticipating the

concert sometime that night. Seven-thirty and

the freshmen began to fidget. Seven-forty-five

and the audience fidgeted. Eight o'clock and still

no evidence of boarders nor of Mr. Artichoke.

The freshmen were frantic and about ready to

leave. Kris was sure that her hair had turned

gray in the meantime.

“Do you suppose that man has called off this

concert and never even let us know?"

“This audience certainly must like music to

wait around all this time to hear a little sing-

ing!"

“Don't worry. It's such a nasty night out

that they might as well be in here as out there."

“Gosh, we had plenty of time to take a decent

bath."

“Boy, will I know better next year!"

At 8.15 a few upper-classmen straggled in and

took their seats in the Glee Club section. May-

be there was going to be a concert tonight after

all! Then the boarders surged in a steady

stream. Finally Mr. Artichoke made his ap-

pearance. He hustled up to the platform wear-

ing his most jovial face—for he always appeared

pleasant on concert night no matter what hap-

pened. The long-suffering freshmen returned

his pleasant greeting with a frigid “hello”.

determined not to let him think that he could

keep them waiting so long and get away with it.

Not the slightest bit disturbed, Mr. Artichoke

tapped his baton, and the concert began. From

then on it was a nightmare to Kris, standing in

the front row with the soloists. Her loose-

fitting gown seem'ed to choke her and she was

sure that everybody must be looking at her feet.

\thn it was time for her solo, she had a sud-

den desirc to bolt from the stage. She thought

of the incongruity of her appearance and the

tempestnousness of the night outside. She was

afraid to open her mouth lest a scream break

forth.

As the introductory bars of her solo clanged

in her ears, she felt someone from behind give

her a reassuring pat on the back. From that

moment she forget the weather—forgot her ap-

pearance, and even forgot the audience before

her. She thought of the Christ Child about

whom she was going to sing, and a peace settled

over her spirit. \Vhen she opened her mouth,

clear, sweet tones emerged. The audience did

not move. When the last, clear note had faded

away, a pcacefnlness pervaded the atmosphere.

Kris had made her début.

—Helen Landry, ’36.

Good Luck

Did you know that when college closes this

June that Miss Sheely transfers to a new posi-

tion with the Registry of Motor Vehicles in

Boston? There's no denying the fact that we'll

miss Betty, for we've grown to rely upon her

quiet dependability and upon her willingness to

help in any way. Still, we’re glad for her sake

that she can sleep later in the morning, for

Boston is much nearer than Framinghaml

Bartley

I'las black hair

That curls

And eyes

That are

Grey like the sea. . . .

lie has strong arms,

And his heart

Is young. . . .

Bartley

ls sure of all,

But not of me,

Not yet,

And I

Would keep it

Thus. . . .

NS"

The Elementary Seniors say that the

All-round girl is Ryan.

Best-looking is Johnson.

Most popular is Ryan.

Best sport is Foster.

Best athlete is I'larney.

Cutest girl is Garvin.

Best-natured is Sherman.

llappy-go-lucky is Perkins.

Class wisecracker is Perkins.

Most business-like is Kenway.

Class blusher is Geoghegan.

Most absent-minded is Lincoln.

Most feminine is Dillon.

Best dancer is Lincoln.

Class artist is Brown.

Most impressive is Sherman.

Most studious is Brown.

Best-dressed is Garvin.

Most ambitious is Greenglass.

Most innocent is Douglas.

Quietest is Youngson.

I’cppicst is Lincoln.

Most personality is Lincoln.

Most musical is Lincoln.

Most sophisticated is Murphy.

Class angel is Dorau.

A dollar will assure you of college news.

Subscribe in September, or give the Gate Post

for Christmas.

THE GATE POST

First Press Conference

“ ’Tis an ill wind that blows no one any good";

and so it proved for me, the “once was editor",

when l was asked if I could and \vould take the

place of Louise Sondermann (who had a heavy

date for the Junior Prom!) at the press con-

ference in Fitchburg'on May 15. Edith Yuill

and I looked forward with much anticipation to

seeing Fitchburg State Teachers College and to

learning something about school papers (not to

mention wondering what kind of "social" the

invitation had meantl).

When once the (lay and eleven-thirty came.

we gaily started ofi‘. By the time we reached

Fitchburg at one-thirty we were famished, and

turned toward food. Then, as we were directed,

we walked down a long street, up a “hill” to

the drive of the college.

We entered the school building and found

that the conference had already gathered in the

small assembly room (similar to Room 41).

Here we heard about the papers of the differ-

ent colleges represented: North Adams, Salem,

Worcester, Massachusetts Art, and Fitchburg.

All of these seemed to be primarily newspapers

with some literary contributions. The duties

and powers of censorship resting with the staff

were interesting. In one case the material is

passed first to the managing editor who then

selects what is satisfactory and passes it to the

editor-in-chief. The latter confers, if necessary,

with the faculty advisors.

The financial problem in each case was one

of the major “distresses”. In every college ex-

cept Fitchburg the student subscriptions are

taken care of by some form of budget system.

As for advertising, it was generally agreed that

if only more could be secured every editor

would be much happier. The average cost of

publishing seemed to be from twenty-five to

thirty-live cents per copy.

An entirely new idea was that of cooperation

with the training schools. While some of the

major news of these departments found its place

in the papers, The Gale Pas! seemed to be alone

in printing a regular column which is open to

material by the children. It was the expressed

opinion that there ought to be a definite co-

ordination of the training schools and the col-

leges in the publication work. We were asked

if any college gave members of the paper staff

the opportunity to direct separate training school

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publications. This was negatively answered, but

We have since heard that the idea has been tried

at Bridgewater with seeming success.

The next thing on the program was a visit to

the Practical Arts building where the Fitchburg

paper was being printed by the men of the col--

loge—therein docs Fitchburg save money!

From the boys taking printing, a certain num-

ber is chosen by the editor as the printing

staff, and are marked on this extra work which

naturally must come up to par. You may take

my word for it that no printer could have been

any more exact than those boys, so earnestly

working to get a perfect paper out by the next

day. They answered any questions we had,

and we were shown the different kinds of print-

ing machines.

A very pertinent bit of information absorbed

here by yours truly was in regard to head-line

writing. At Fitchburg one man on the staff

holds that official position and has charge of

the size type used and the spacing of the head-

lines. The position is a great deal more than

it sounds, for good headlines make a paper.

Each one must have a verb—this always in the

present or future tense, and the phrase used

must be one used in the text which represents

the one central idea. Accuracy of statement

and punctuation are more essential.

After this interesting half-hour in the print-

ing room, we all returned to another room in

the administration building to talk over the

possibilities of a federation of school papers

here in Massachusetts. It would be useless to

try to go into the details of the discussion here.

but the result was that everyone agreed on the

advisibility of having such a federation, and a

committee was elected to formulate a constitu-

tion which will be subject to ratification and

amendment by each college paper. It is planned

to have another meeting in the fall to get the

federation under way, and then meetings will

be scheduled during the year as provided for in

the constitution-to-be.

As yet the aims are unwritten, but the general

purpose of the federation is similar to that of

the Columbia Federation which is national} to

give constructive criticism regarding any paper

submitted to the federation, thus aiding in the

organization of the paper and the stafl'.

This state federation will not take the place

of the Columbia organization but will rather

supplement it during the year, enabling more

far-reaching work to be done toward making

each paper the best possible.

And so at five-fifteen the conference broke

up, and we were invited to stay for dinner, to

be followed later in the evening by an informal

dance in the gym.

The girls took us to their dormitory, showed

us around, and answered our many questions.

At six o'clock we went across the campus to

the ho s' dormitory where the dining room is

locate 1. \Ne enjoyed a very nice dinner after

whici Edith and I walked around the campus

whie , by the way, gives space to two training

schools.

About eight o'clock we all proceeded to the

gym where a victrola supplied music for the

dancing. We spent a very enjoyable hour and

a half until we had to leave to get our bus. And

therein lies a moSt interesting story which I

shall refrain from adding to this already long

PERCY

(There goes that doorbell again. Who on

earth can it be? Just because I want to get

some rest this afternoon, everyone I ever knew

decides to drop in. For once I hope it is a

traveling salesman, and then I can politely slam

the door in his face.) V

Why it is Mabel and little Percy! Gee, I’m

glad to see you. I was wishing someone would

drop in.

And how are you, Percy?

(She's got that little brat with her again.

The last time he was here he only broke a lamp

and upset the vase of flowers all over my good

rug. He’ll probably wreck the entire room this

time.

(He stuck his tongue out at me. I'd just like

to take that kid over my knee and paddle him.

Mabel thinks he’s so cute and clever! Ain't

mother love grand!)

Oh, he’s all right, Mabel.

the radio, I don't mind a bit.

(My poor, poor head. That radio will drive

me insane. I even hope Percy breaks the radio;

that will at least stop the noise. There—I knew

he'd do it. Peace at last.)

Percy sings? Why isn't that wonderful!

You really think he will become famous some-

day? Of course I'd love to hear him sing.

Won't you sing for me, Percy? Just one little

song?

(The little tike wants to be coaxed.

that supercilious grin.) _

Surely, Mabel, I’ll give him something if he

will sing.

(Yes, I’d like to give him a box on the ear.)

He'd rather play the piano you say? Only five

years old and he plays the piano. Think of that!

Splendid, Percy. Wasn’t that grand, Mabel?

You must be proud of him. I’d love to have a

little boy just like Percy.

(A son like Percyl Heaven forbid. Percy

isn’t a boy—he’s a fiend trying to drive me mad.)

Let him play the piano all he wants, Mabel.

You know a genius like Percy must have free

reins, and besides he looks just too sweet for

words sitting on the piano bench with his little

legs not quite reaching the pedals.

(Now he has discovered the poor kitten. Oh,

he’s lifting it by one leg. I just wish I had the

nerve and stamina to lift Percy by one leg. I

wouldn't let him down in a hurry either.)

That naughty cat scratched Percy. I’ll put it

right out of the room this minute. You bad,

bad kitten to scratch the nice little boy.

(Oh, you lovely, lovely kitten. You did it.

You must have read my mind. Just for that

you can have a big dish of salmon for dinner.)

Yes, isn’t he a little stoic. And Percy wasn't

even hurting the kitten.

It’s early yet. Do you really have to leave?

It seems as though you had just arrived.

Well, I’m sorry you must go. Come again

real soon, and be sure to bring Percy with you.

I do so enjoy seeing him.

(Well, thank goodness, they’ve departed!)

—Viola Thompson, ’36.

Let him turn on

Look at

“manuscript”. Suffice to say that we did get,

back on time and entered Crocker rather ex-

hausted but enthusiastic about a very pleasant

day. —Ruth Lovelace, '36.