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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
HOME ECONOMICS
Taken from the Home Economics News
Letter published by the State Board of Voca
tional Education of Delaware. It is quoted
from H. V. Holloway, State Superintendent
of Public Instruction, Delaware.
No other activity contributes more to the
happiness and efficiency of our people than the
science of home making. The family is the
fundamental unit of society. The home is the
place where the family spends much of its time,
though perhaps not as much as it should. It is
the place where rest is sought, where refresh
ment and sleep are to be found. It is the place
where personal contacts are most intimate, where
ideals are built up and where life habits are
begun and developed. Here we get momentum
and motive and inspiration and energy for the
endless round of daily tasks and duties. Here
is comfort, here sympathy, here appreciation.
Here are books and pictures, and harmony of
color and symmetry of design, palatable food
appetizingly served, and so on,—provided those
who make up the family are prepared for its
duties and cooperate intelligently in their per
formance. The knowledge to make possible all
these conditions comes not by intuition, though
intuition helps in its attainment. It must be
learned! A whole science—many sided—a
science that reaches out into chemistry and phy
sics, into biology, sociology and psychology, into
commerce and industry, into politics and religion,
into medicine and dentisty and hygiene the
Science of Home Economics, so called.
Girls may do other things for a living, but to
them almost without exception, will come a
home responsibility of some sort, for the meet
ing of which the course in Home Economics will
aid them.
SUNDAY SCHOOL
TEACHER TRAINING
SOCIAL
Ernestine Evans, '32
The annual Sunday School Teacher 1 raining
social was held in Laura Spelman Assembly
Room, which was beautifully decorated with
autumn flowers and leaves.
The program presented by the six classes of
this department was: Eirst, Miss Pimsons
group, a chorus in colonial dresses, singing
quaint old ballads. Miss Guest’s group carried
the audience to all countries of the world, by
telling stories of various countries, and repre
senting their modes of dress. Miss Dobbs class
gave dramatizations of several of the comic sec
tions of the daily papers. More fun was added
as Miss Laura Dickinson's group, dressed as
little girls, gave children’s recitations and songs.
An interesting dramatization presented by
Miss Perry’s group was entitled “The Eclipse.’
A play, “The Spirit of Thanksgiving." was
given by Miss Louise Dickinson’s group. A
group of Thanksgiving songs and a story, the
"Landing of the Pilgrims," told by Mamie Bynes
and illustrated by girls dressed as Pilgrims
closed this very delightful evening.
AN IF FOR GIRLS
If you can dress to make yourself attractive,
Yet not make rouge and curls your chief delight;
If you can swim and hike, be strong and active,
But of the gentler graces lose not sight;
I f you can dance without a craze for dancing,
Play without giving play too strong a hold,
Enjoy the love of friends without romancing,
Care for the weak, the friendless and the old;
If you can master French and Math and Latin,
And not acquire as well a priggish mien:
If you can feel the touch of silk and satin
Without despising calico and jean;
If you can ply a saw and use a hammer,
Can do a man’s work when the need occurs,
Can sing when asked without excuse or stammer,
Can rise above unfriendly snubs and slurs;
If you can make good bread as well as fudges,
Can sew with skill, and have an eye for dust;
If you can be a friend and hold no grudges,
A girl whom all will love because they must;
If some time you should meet and love another
And make a home with faith and peace en
shrined
And you its soul,—a loyal wife and mother—
You’ll work out pretty nearly to my mind
The plan that’s been developed through the ages,
And win the best that life can have in store.
You’ll be, my girl, a model for the sages—
A woman whom the world will bow before.
Elizabeth Otis.
OUR BASKETBALL
By Hilda Evans, Ninth Grade
About two months ago, someone decided to
have a basketball team. The girl was a ninth
grade student; in fact, every girl there at the
time was in the ninth grade. There were only
two who knew anything at all about the game.
They were Bernice Truitt and Catherine Fer-
nander. The rest of us were green. Since these
two girls knew something of the game, they
were captains, and after choosing sides, they
told us everything they knew.
Several days after we had started, some of
the tenth grade girls wanted to play with us, so
some of them went on one side and some on the
other, and away we went. So far so good. But
soon the tenth grade saw that all the best play
ers were in their class so they wanted to have
the ninth grade play against the tenth.
Well, we put them off as long as we could,
because we told them that they had all the good
players. Of course they said that that was our
hard luck; so to keep them from calling the
ninth grade cowards, we got all the big girls
and the small ones that were strong, and one
noon the wonderful game started.
We had no rules at all; our one and only ob
ject was to get the ball to our basket, no matter
how. When one side fouled, the other never got
a free shot, until we appointed a real referee.
Now free shots are taken whenever a side wants
one. From the way we play, if the tenth grade
throws the ball out, that doesn’t mean that the
ninth grade always throws it in. Sometimes they
do, and sometimes they don’t.
The tenth grade has been winning most of
the time, and the only day we won, they said
we used the whole high school. I guess that’s
the way of the world.
CROSSING BROOKLYN
BRIDGE
By Elizabeth Courtney, Tenth Grade
“The day was cold and dark and dreary,
It rained and the wind was vever weary.’’
Such was the day on which our darling mother
told us the following story:
“Long ago, my children, when I was a small
child, my grandmother (who worked for one of
the leading families in town) was going to New
York. At least the people she worked for were
taking her with them, as she was nurse to
the twin daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Cox.
“As you know, there are eleven of us—four
boys and seven girls. We all went over to help
grandma pack for this glorious trip she was
to take. At last, after much work, worry,
anxiety and trouble, grandma was put on the
train to go to New York.
“About four days later we received a post
card from grandma. On it was a picture of
Brooklyn Bridge. On the back of the card, all
she had written was—‘Children, I’ve crossed
Brooklyn Bridge.’
“A month later came another card from
grandma, stating she was coming home the
next day.
“The next day the whole neighborhood poured
down to the station to see grandma come back
from New York. We waited what seemed ages,
at last the train drew up, and the first one to
step from the train was grandma.
“We didn’t know her at first. She had on
a new style dress and hat! This was extraordi
nary, as grandma had never believed in dress
ing up in new style things. As she stepped
from the train, she said, ‘Children, I’ve crossed
Brooklyn Bridge!’
“When grandma arrived at her home, the
whole neighborhood went down to hear grandma
tell of her experiences in New York. (You
must note that the Brooklyn Bridge had just
been built at this time.)
“As we gathered around her to hear her tell
her story, grandma drew a deep breath and said:
“ ‘Children, I’ve crossed Brooklyn Bridge.’ ”
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