The Oriole, February 1926

STA.'r bnL ' 1 ъ у ‘ TOWSON Ifnjx* is flio of not. sirtmlv • а шип awake. T] n E ORIOLE lie good for something. Vol. 5— No. 5 MT. VERNON TENOR DE¬ LIGHTS AUDIENCE. Mr. Albert Xewcnmbe, soloist at \lt. Vernon Place Methodist Church, gave the most delightful concert of the year February 3 0th. Mr. New- combe sang his Italian numbers with Hie charm that only one who has studied in Italy could produce. The program was artistic in its arrangement and selection, and thrilled the audience. "When Irish F.yes Are Smiling" was indeed a hit. The following program was given: Croup I — 1. Aria — Cill<' e Mar — La-Gio- conda-Ponchielli. 2. Dana — McGill. Group II — 1. Trees — Rasback. 2. Little Mother of Mine — Bur¬ leigh. 3. The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise — Seitz. Group 111 — 1. Until — Sanderson. 2. When Irish Ryes Are Smiling — Boll. 3. Another Hour — Crawford. M. E. M. TEA AT MISS TAEL’S HOUSE. "Merrily we stroll along, stroll along, stroll along — ” Yes, we merri¬ ly strolled along on our way to tea. The school as a whole certainly wants to thank Miss Tall for the pleasant afternoons it had. If any¬ one wants to know exactly how we liked these afternoon teas, let me refer them to the Juniors. Such ex¬ clamations of delight I have not heard for a long time. For the Seniors it was a renewal of a pleas¬ ant episode in school life. It was indeed a real treat to everyone. And — as a "good time was had by all." we need say no more. FEBRUARY, 1926 Published Monthly by Students of Maryland State Normal School. Tuvvson. Md. "AS YOU SOW. SO SHALL YOU REAP.” "A man generally gets in return what he gives out.” We can easily fit this statement to ourselves. Are yon dissatisfied with what you are doing? Do you think your marks ought to be better? Then analyze your efforts. Have you put the best that is in you into your work? You get no more, and no less than you put into your work. Work earnestly and honestly always. It is for your benefit alone. MEET OUR BOYS. “Irish" Miller, our aggressive cap¬ tain, is the outstanding player of the team. His clever floor work and shooting are things to be envied. He can pnt up a flue defensive game when that is necessary. Irish is the only regular player from last year’s team. "Jawn" Durry, who play's tile for¬ ward or center position equally well, has shown his capability' at shooting goals. He was only able to make the second team last year, but quick¬ ly landed a regular position this year. Ted Snyder, our hard-working center, was the real surprise of the season. Not considered as a basket¬ ball quantity last year. he developed into a star of the first magnitude. (Continued on Page 5 — Col. 21 MISS VAN BIBBER BROAD CASTS FROM STATION M. S. N. S. Some Survivals Of Ifitli Century Civilization in English Towns It was last September that this trip was begun in the Auditorium one bright Monday morning. I in¬ vited the assembled students and faculty to embark with me on a dream ship that would land ns at the quaint, historic seaport. Ply¬ mouth. and thence to Exeter. 1 > W'n- ehester. through London. ■ ■■ Oxford, Coventry'. York, with a rapid ait north and west, touching Durham. Edinburgh, the Thossacks, Lake Windermere, and so on. by way of Liverpool with a peep al Ramsay on the Isle of Man. then back through Manchester to linger a bit in Chester, and then to Bristol and Bath and Wells, swinging south again to Southampton, but only after a re¬ freshing halt in the shade of New Forest. But alas for the plans of humans! On this occasion the guide, unable to point the arresting hand of Moses at the mounting sun. was suddenly brought back to reality The gong sounded! With a thud we returned to earth: the insistent call to luncheon is inexorable. So I left the party in Oxford .absorbing, as I suggested, some of the culture that radiates from the very stones ( Continued on Page 5 — Col. 1 ) "A CONCEPTION OF THE INDIAN LOVE CALL.” A wisp of music, resembling the twittering call of the bird to his mate, or the hopeless sigh of the wind, as it eagerly awaits the answer to its call. Hardly daring to listen, yet. fearing there will be no answer — the tone gradually— -so gradually fades away — but. bush — there is a sound — so faint and delicate at first that it hurts tho vary ears to grasp its meaning. An answering call) Just a shade deeper it rises, rises: pleading — tempting one to listen to I he bewitching tale that is to be un¬ folded. A wailing, rhythmic cry' floats over the trees to the waiting ear of the one it is focused for, and with a scream of exaltation, the wait¬ ing is transformed into realization. —Beatrice Jean Flinkman, Sr. VII.