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12 THE NORMAL RECORD. in his voice that something unusual is going to happen. Look at his small shapely head and delicately pointed, sensitive ears, look at the massive, yet graceful shoulders and the strong but slender limbs. See how he tosses his jetty mane on the breeze and distends his full, red nostrils. He champs his bit and frets that the curb is so tightly drawn. He longs to be bounding over the hills, yet awaits the will of his master with the docility of a child. Pride and spirit are wonderfully blended with love and gentleness in this beautiful beast, and as I look at him I do not wonder that men grow fond of their chargers and love and care for them as for a human friend, sharing even their meals with them at times. A Mountain Home. Sibyl Miller. It was an old log cabin that had stood for many years on the side of a mountain, among the murmuring pines and near a large spring of clear, cold mountain water. The cabin contained one large room with an old fireplace at one end. Near the wide, heavy door were two large windows, which permitted the golden sunbeams to stray in and cheer the home. One window was filled with thrifty plants which were taking in the warm sunshine. Several rude chairs and a table stood on one side of the room, and a bed stood on the other side, spinning wheel and a few cooking utensils Standing in the corner near the bed was an old spining wheel and a few cooking untensils hung around the fireplace. The floor was clean, and several home-made rugs covered it. Everything was simple and home-like, and peacefulness and contentment reigned over all. A Monologue. Dora Wohlfrom. Scene—Main hall of the Normal Exit, from the library, a young girl new to the school. To meet her, precipitating herself down the stairs with deliberate steps, an older student. The latter speaks. Excuse me, but this is Miss Newcome isn't it? I heard that you were contemplating joining one of the Debating Societies and I don't believe you have ever been approached on the subject before, have you? Yes? Well, I represent the Ilakawinns. What does it mean? Oh, eagles of flight or something of the kind, I don't know, but it really doesn't matter. It sounds well, nevertheless. It makes one feel so distinguished. You don't mean to say that you like Platonian better? No! It is so common, and besides who are we to expect to become Platos? Rather presumptuous, don't you think so? Frank Rouke asked you to join the other side? Is that so? Well, let me tell you not to place too much confidence in what Frank says, for he just dearly loves to hear himself talk, but he does not score much for all that. Now, I would just like to know what inducements he could offer; a better meeting place? Well, perhaps in a way,—they have couches to rest upon after they have had one of their very exhausting debates. But we have the Assembly Hall. Now the acoustic properties— Oh, there's the librarian! We must make our escape. To the cloak room? Yes. No, that will never do. Dr. Van Liew says that no self- respecting person would stay in the cloak room. The matter? Oh it is a question of microbes, I suppose. To the Janitor's office then? Oh, yes; that will do. What was I saying? Oh, yes; the Assembly Hall. Now, it is very impressive to stand on the new rostrum and hold forth eloquently before an intelligent audience, and hear one's voice echo throughout the room. That's something like it. Oh, that's only the Training School bell; you don't have to go yet. Sit down if you are tired. What were you saying about the other side? That they have better programs? More varied? Well, I will confess that tney have
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. January 1905 |
Original Date | 1905-01 |
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 1905 it was published nearly every month. |
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 | 1905_01_NormalRecord.014 |
Original Date | 1905-01 |
OCR- Transcript | 12 THE NORMAL RECORD. in his voice that something unusual is going to happen. Look at his small shapely head and delicately pointed, sensitive ears, look at the massive, yet graceful shoulders and the strong but slender limbs. See how he tosses his jetty mane on the breeze and distends his full, red nostrils. He champs his bit and frets that the curb is so tightly drawn. He longs to be bounding over the hills, yet awaits the will of his master with the docility of a child. Pride and spirit are wonderfully blended with love and gentleness in this beautiful beast, and as I look at him I do not wonder that men grow fond of their chargers and love and care for them as for a human friend, sharing even their meals with them at times. A Mountain Home. Sibyl Miller. It was an old log cabin that had stood for many years on the side of a mountain, among the murmuring pines and near a large spring of clear, cold mountain water. The cabin contained one large room with an old fireplace at one end. Near the wide, heavy door were two large windows, which permitted the golden sunbeams to stray in and cheer the home. One window was filled with thrifty plants which were taking in the warm sunshine. Several rude chairs and a table stood on one side of the room, and a bed stood on the other side, spinning wheel and a few cooking utensils Standing in the corner near the bed was an old spining wheel and a few cooking untensils hung around the fireplace. The floor was clean, and several home-made rugs covered it. Everything was simple and home-like, and peacefulness and contentment reigned over all. A Monologue. Dora Wohlfrom. Scene—Main hall of the Normal Exit, from the library, a young girl new to the school. To meet her, precipitating herself down the stairs with deliberate steps, an older student. The latter speaks. Excuse me, but this is Miss Newcome isn't it? I heard that you were contemplating joining one of the Debating Societies and I don't believe you have ever been approached on the subject before, have you? Yes? Well, I represent the Ilakawinns. What does it mean? Oh, eagles of flight or something of the kind, I don't know, but it really doesn't matter. It sounds well, nevertheless. It makes one feel so distinguished. You don't mean to say that you like Platonian better? No! It is so common, and besides who are we to expect to become Platos? Rather presumptuous, don't you think so? Frank Rouke asked you to join the other side? Is that so? Well, let me tell you not to place too much confidence in what Frank says, for he just dearly loves to hear himself talk, but he does not score much for all that. Now, I would just like to know what inducements he could offer; a better meeting place? Well, perhaps in a way,—they have couches to rest upon after they have had one of their very exhausting debates. But we have the Assembly Hall. Now the acoustic properties— Oh, there's the librarian! We must make our escape. To the cloak room? Yes. No, that will never do. Dr. Van Liew says that no self- respecting person would stay in the cloak room. The matter? Oh it is a question of microbes, I suppose. To the Janitor's office then? Oh, yes; that will do. What was I saying? Oh, yes; the Assembly Hall. Now, it is very impressive to stand on the new rostrum and hold forth eloquently before an intelligent audience, and hear one's voice echo throughout the room. That's something like it. Oh, that's only the Training School bell; you don't have to go yet. Sit down if you are tired. What were you saying about the other side? That they have better programs? More varied? Well, I will confess that tney have |