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12 THE NORMAL RECORD. we had better get out, but he broke out with "No! he's balked, that's what's the matter;" then and there giving away what must have been a stable secret for years, for certainly this horse proved to be an old hand at it. We tried honeyed words and words not so honeyed; apples, the whip, pulling, coaxing and all sorts of persuasions to no avail. A crowd of workmen on the opposite side of the river, shouted encouragement from time to time. Among other words that reached our ears were, "And her name was Maud". Some one suggested building a fire under the horse, but we girls had an idea which finally proved effective. We unhitched the team and pushed the wagon up the steep embankment. The horse seemed to have a better disposition when he had only himself to take care of and went briskly up the hill. On the level road again, the horses went without much trouble. However, the rest of our journey was not without reminders of the ferry, for every time we struck an extra large lump of dirt, the horse imagined he was encountering another hill and acted accordingly. Our nerves were in a bad state when we reached Colusa, for how did we know but that we would stop "never to go again" in the middle of the main street of the city of Colusa. Wouldn't we have been proud of such an introduction? After we arrived, we had barely time enough to refresh ourselves before we were rushed off to the game. We girls did not make much of a showing in number, when compared with the crowd who were Colusa's champions. We did not get faint-hearted, however, but gave our yells, most of which, had been composed on the way over, making as much noise as our small number permitted. There was a man on the grounds with a megaphone who said, "All the Colusa people be quiet and listen to the Chico girls yell." We paid no attention to him and learned later, that, although our number was small, we could be heard on the grounds. The man with the megaphone, by the way, although Colusa's rooter, was in no way connected with the High School. After the game, some High School girls came up to the hotel to call on us. When they first entered the room, it looked doubtful whether they would find a place to sit, as every chair in the room had been used as a hook on which to hang a dress, but they finally made themselves comfortable on the edge of the bed. They came to invite us to attend a bazaar in the evening, after which, was to be given a dance. We shall not soon forget the courtesy extended to us by the girls of the High School and in fact the courtesy received from all the school. It was a pretty weary lot of girls that found themselves on the way back to Chico the next day. At first, I confess, the return trip looked dubious, when the hotel proprietor told us that our horse had been used on the stage for about twenty years or more and had always balked. But the feeling that he was going home, seemed to cheer him up for he proved to be the most pliable creature possible during the remainder of the trip. Obtaining no excitement from this quarter, puns and anecdotes were told to keep life in the crowd. One of the puns is, "Why is Dayton like the hereafter?" "Because it is beyond the grave." Another is, "How many girls would it take to stretch from Chico to Colusa?" "Forty-seven, because a Miss is as good as a mile." At half-past five we rolled into Chico a hungry, dusty crowd. But we were happy, because "we went, we saw, and the boys conquered." On Slang. If you ask one of the students of the Normal what she speaks, she will answer, "English, of course. What a ridiculous question!" Yet this same Normal girl was coming down the steps when her foot slipped and caught in her skirt, making a nasty rent. The fair maiden looked at the rent with an annoyed expression on her face, and turning to her companion, remarked, "Wouldn't that jar you!" Her language certainly did jar. Our grandmothers used to say, "He writes a poor hand." The granddaughter says,. "He slings a nasty quill." And again she will say some one "got on his ear." Now, this girl knows better. It is not because she lacks culture. She has had training in the Normal that has taught her better, but still she will use slang, knowing how vulgar it is, because it is "odd" and expresses "just what she wants
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1904 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
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 1904 it was published every month - except the Summer months. |
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 |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1904_11_NormalRecord.051 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
OCR- Transcript | 12 THE NORMAL RECORD. we had better get out, but he broke out with "No! he's balked, that's what's the matter;" then and there giving away what must have been a stable secret for years, for certainly this horse proved to be an old hand at it. We tried honeyed words and words not so honeyed; apples, the whip, pulling, coaxing and all sorts of persuasions to no avail. A crowd of workmen on the opposite side of the river, shouted encouragement from time to time. Among other words that reached our ears were, "And her name was Maud". Some one suggested building a fire under the horse, but we girls had an idea which finally proved effective. We unhitched the team and pushed the wagon up the steep embankment. The horse seemed to have a better disposition when he had only himself to take care of and went briskly up the hill. On the level road again, the horses went without much trouble. However, the rest of our journey was not without reminders of the ferry, for every time we struck an extra large lump of dirt, the horse imagined he was encountering another hill and acted accordingly. Our nerves were in a bad state when we reached Colusa, for how did we know but that we would stop "never to go again" in the middle of the main street of the city of Colusa. Wouldn't we have been proud of such an introduction? After we arrived, we had barely time enough to refresh ourselves before we were rushed off to the game. We girls did not make much of a showing in number, when compared with the crowd who were Colusa's champions. We did not get faint-hearted, however, but gave our yells, most of which, had been composed on the way over, making as much noise as our small number permitted. There was a man on the grounds with a megaphone who said, "All the Colusa people be quiet and listen to the Chico girls yell." We paid no attention to him and learned later, that, although our number was small, we could be heard on the grounds. The man with the megaphone, by the way, although Colusa's rooter, was in no way connected with the High School. After the game, some High School girls came up to the hotel to call on us. When they first entered the room, it looked doubtful whether they would find a place to sit, as every chair in the room had been used as a hook on which to hang a dress, but they finally made themselves comfortable on the edge of the bed. They came to invite us to attend a bazaar in the evening, after which, was to be given a dance. We shall not soon forget the courtesy extended to us by the girls of the High School and in fact the courtesy received from all the school. It was a pretty weary lot of girls that found themselves on the way back to Chico the next day. At first, I confess, the return trip looked dubious, when the hotel proprietor told us that our horse had been used on the stage for about twenty years or more and had always balked. But the feeling that he was going home, seemed to cheer him up for he proved to be the most pliable creature possible during the remainder of the trip. Obtaining no excitement from this quarter, puns and anecdotes were told to keep life in the crowd. One of the puns is, "Why is Dayton like the hereafter?" "Because it is beyond the grave." Another is, "How many girls would it take to stretch from Chico to Colusa?" "Forty-seven, because a Miss is as good as a mile." At half-past five we rolled into Chico a hungry, dusty crowd. But we were happy, because "we went, we saw, and the boys conquered." On Slang. If you ask one of the students of the Normal what she speaks, she will answer, "English, of course. What a ridiculous question!" Yet this same Normal girl was coming down the steps when her foot slipped and caught in her skirt, making a nasty rent. The fair maiden looked at the rent with an annoyed expression on her face, and turning to her companion, remarked, "Wouldn't that jar you!" Her language certainly did jar. Our grandmothers used to say, "He writes a poor hand." The granddaughter says,. "He slings a nasty quill." And again she will say some one "got on his ear." Now, this girl knows better. It is not because she lacks culture. She has had training in the Normal that has taught her better, but still she will use slang, knowing how vulgar it is, because it is "odd" and expresses "just what she wants |