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14 THE NORMAL RECORD. Extracts from Mr. Pennell's speech of greeting: "We are glad to see all you old faces back again." Freedom William Henry Hoffman, Esq., while rusticating at the Sutton House, developed a sudden ambition to become a deer- slayer. But after watching all night beside a "sheep-run," he concluded that deer-hunting isn't what its cracked up to be. • It is said that Miss Wilson is rapidly recovering from a severe attack of sea-sickness. Little " Ikey" had better take a Mann of his size. We understand that Nanny is Earnestly trying to supplant the last year's Myrtle. "Theidear of trying to climb the mounting by such ametherdas that."—Translation from the French. The case of Giles vs. Ritter is given a special hearing every afternoon in the arithmetic e4ass. Mr. Durfee is lonely these days. The students have one. thing to thank Miss Parmeter for. . She has taught them that 7:30 local time is later than standard time. Labor Day this year wTas hailed with delight by all Normalites. Reason:—it came on a school day, and that fact meant a holiday. The students were not slow in taking advantage of this chance for a charming picnic. All who were fortunate enough to be guests of the editorial staff on that day, now fully understand the true definition of a picnic, as the editors never do things by halves. . Early that morning, the 'bus was seen tearing around corners and stopping at the homes of the various members of the party. Then came the securing of immense baskets of lunch, putting away of huge melons and scrambling for favorite seats. When all were in, one of the jolliest picnic crowds ever witnessed, under the chaperonage of Prof. Wilson, started on its way toward Mud Springs. • .... , . The morning was perfect, and as we advanced, the spirits of the party rose, until the roughness of the road and the unattract- iveness of the scenery on the first part of the drive were all forgotten. ' The attention of all was within the 'bus. Jokes, puns, compliments, and compliments that were not compliments, flew back "and forth promiscuously. When one of us tried to indulge in a psychological talk with Mr. Wilson, we were immediately squelched by the rest of the party, and reminded that we were to devote our time and atlenti< n to fun and picnic only. Our approach to Mud Springs was made known to us by our olfactory nerves. We have learned that sulphur springs have a habit of making their presence known in that way. We arrived at cur destination at eleven o'clock, and by that time breakfast seemed a long time in the past, and the clamors for lunch were numerous. Those in charge of lunch finally consented to feed the hungry. horde, and needless to say all ate tremendous lunches—such that climbing proved rather hard work afterward. Mr. Wilson is little, but Oh, my! Eating capacity, fortunately, does not depend upon size. We discovered that our Editor-in-Chief and the young lady who accompanied him, have &• peculiar liking for melons, in that they appropriated the four largest. After lunch the whole party set out for a climb up the canyon to reach the falls—and that climb! To use the expression of little Don Wilson, who accompanied uSj'part of the way was "like walking on glass." The rocks were smooth in appearance, but when one fell the edges might have been glass. The other part of the wa3r reminded one of a frog trying to climb a wall. However, we made better progress than the frog, but it was owing to the exertion of the gentlemen, who pulled and tugged manfully, two aiding each girl until all reached the top. We have the consolation of knowing that we could have done it as easily as they if it had not been for our dresses. The beautiful view at this point quite repaid us for the exertion put forth in reaching it. The water dashes over a precipice about forty feet in height, and ends in a foaming basin below. While resting here the inevitable picnic adventures happened. Only two hats were lodged in. the creek—but the girls! Fortunately the creek wasn't large enough to hold them, so that thev were not
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. September 1896 |
Original Date | 1896-09 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1896, it was published almost monthly. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
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Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1896_09_NormalRecord.018 |
Original Date | 1896-09 |
OCR- Transcript | 14 THE NORMAL RECORD. Extracts from Mr. Pennell's speech of greeting: "We are glad to see all you old faces back again." Freedom William Henry Hoffman, Esq., while rusticating at the Sutton House, developed a sudden ambition to become a deer- slayer. But after watching all night beside a "sheep-run," he concluded that deer-hunting isn't what its cracked up to be. • It is said that Miss Wilson is rapidly recovering from a severe attack of sea-sickness. Little " Ikey" had better take a Mann of his size. We understand that Nanny is Earnestly trying to supplant the last year's Myrtle. "Theidear of trying to climb the mounting by such ametherdas that."—Translation from the French. The case of Giles vs. Ritter is given a special hearing every afternoon in the arithmetic e4ass. Mr. Durfee is lonely these days. The students have one. thing to thank Miss Parmeter for. . She has taught them that 7:30 local time is later than standard time. Labor Day this year wTas hailed with delight by all Normalites. Reason:—it came on a school day, and that fact meant a holiday. The students were not slow in taking advantage of this chance for a charming picnic. All who were fortunate enough to be guests of the editorial staff on that day, now fully understand the true definition of a picnic, as the editors never do things by halves. . Early that morning, the 'bus was seen tearing around corners and stopping at the homes of the various members of the party. Then came the securing of immense baskets of lunch, putting away of huge melons and scrambling for favorite seats. When all were in, one of the jolliest picnic crowds ever witnessed, under the chaperonage of Prof. Wilson, started on its way toward Mud Springs. • .... , . The morning was perfect, and as we advanced, the spirits of the party rose, until the roughness of the road and the unattract- iveness of the scenery on the first part of the drive were all forgotten. ' The attention of all was within the 'bus. Jokes, puns, compliments, and compliments that were not compliments, flew back "and forth promiscuously. When one of us tried to indulge in a psychological talk with Mr. Wilson, we were immediately squelched by the rest of the party, and reminded that we were to devote our time and atlenti< n to fun and picnic only. Our approach to Mud Springs was made known to us by our olfactory nerves. We have learned that sulphur springs have a habit of making their presence known in that way. We arrived at cur destination at eleven o'clock, and by that time breakfast seemed a long time in the past, and the clamors for lunch were numerous. Those in charge of lunch finally consented to feed the hungry. horde, and needless to say all ate tremendous lunches—such that climbing proved rather hard work afterward. Mr. Wilson is little, but Oh, my! Eating capacity, fortunately, does not depend upon size. We discovered that our Editor-in-Chief and the young lady who accompanied him, have &• peculiar liking for melons, in that they appropriated the four largest. After lunch the whole party set out for a climb up the canyon to reach the falls—and that climb! To use the expression of little Don Wilson, who accompanied uSj'part of the way was "like walking on glass." The rocks were smooth in appearance, but when one fell the edges might have been glass. The other part of the wa3r reminded one of a frog trying to climb a wall. However, we made better progress than the frog, but it was owing to the exertion of the gentlemen, who pulled and tugged manfully, two aiding each girl until all reached the top. We have the consolation of knowing that we could have done it as easily as they if it had not been for our dresses. The beautiful view at this point quite repaid us for the exertion put forth in reaching it. The water dashes over a precipice about forty feet in height, and ends in a foaming basin below. While resting here the inevitable picnic adventures happened. Only two hats were lodged in. the creek—but the girls! Fortunately the creek wasn't large enough to hold them, so that thev were not |