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The Normal Index. VOL. I. OCTOBER, 1885. NO. 1 SALUTATORY. In this, the initial copy of the Normal Index, we make our modest bow to the public. As the verdant, unpracticed school boy advances timidly to make his maiden speech, we mount the rostrum and seek anxiously among the countenances before us for a friendly glance of sympathy and encouragement. While we do not expect to escape that cold, cynical gaze that is always leveled at those who embark in such enterprises, we humbly ask our critics to be as charitable aspossible, and to remember that "Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow " etc. In the publication of the Index, we are prompted by no ambitious desire to accomplish some great moral or political reform, or to "illumine the journalistic firmament with the scintillations of our genius." Our plans are as unobtrusive as our manifesto. Acting upon a suggestion arising; from the oft re- peated query that "with our Normal talent and large number of students, why have we not a college journal," the Senior classes concluded to establish a paper which should not only preserve the sayings and doings of our students, but should afford a medium of communication uniting with stronger bands the graduates, Alma Mater, and all those who are, or have been connected with the Normal. Regarding our plans for the future, we have but little to say. Our success will depend largely upon the support we receive from those students and teachers among whom our journal will he circulated. We shall spare no means in our power to conduct a paper that will meet the approval of those interested, and we ask the hearty co-operation of the students and friends of the Normal in our undertaking. ---- Criticism.— 'Tis a gentle word and yet what varied emotions it will stir in the hearts of our people. Many accept it kindly as it is given. Some are disheartened by it and a few regard criticism as cruel fault finding. We, in the midst of our active work, are constantly commit ting errors, which, were it not for the timely utterances of some one kind enough to watch our individual progress, might never come beneath our ken. "Yes," has been the answer, "we are willing to accept criticism from those, our appointed guides, our superiors in wisdom and experience; but when one of our fellow-students hands in two pages of his note-hook upon which he has carefully noted our deficiencies of the past week, with a solitary good point,—'the teacher's manner is pleasant,' as a sort of a poultice to soothe the rest, it is hard." Truly we can all appreciate the feeling;, but let us consider for a moment what criticism means in this school. We are one great family, working together for a time, with one common purpose. Is it not customary in all well regulated families, where the true spirit exists, to help one another over weak places, and point out obstacles that hinder progress or true development? It is even so among us, and our help given in the right way in the form of criticism is twice blessed, "It blesseth him that gives and him that receives." Let us then criticise with an aim at the highest good for all. Better not to criticise at all, than for the sake of showing your neighbor that you are alive to his faults and thereby give due notice. Lei us be more charitable in giving and receiving. ---- MARRIAGE OF BEATRICE- By Lord Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Two suns of Love make day of human life, Which else, with all its pains,and griefs, and deaths, Were utter darkness: one the sun of dawn That brightens through the mother's tender eyes, And warms the child's awakening world; and one The later rising sun of spousal love, Which from her household orbit draws the child To move in other spheres. The mother weeps At that white funeral of the single life, Her maiden daughter's marriage; and her tears Are half of pleasure, half of pain. The child Is happy e'er in leaving her. Rut thou, True daughter, whose all faithful filial eyes Have seen the loneliness of earthly thrones, Wilt neither quit the widowed crown, nor let This later light of love have risen in vain, But, moving through the mother's home, between The two that love thee, lead a summer life, Swayedby each love, and swaying to each love Like some conjectured planet in mid-heaven Between two suns, and drawing down from both The light and genial warmth of double day.
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Transcript | The Normal Index. VOL. I. OCTOBER, 1885. NO. 1 SALUTATORY. In this, the initial copy of the Normal Index, we make our modest bow to the public. As the verdant, unpracticed school boy advances timidly to make his maiden speech, we mount the rostrum and seek anxiously among the countenances before us for a friendly glance of sympathy and encouragement. While we do not expect to escape that cold, cynical gaze that is always leveled at those who embark in such enterprises, we humbly ask our critics to be as charitable aspossible, and to remember that "Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow " etc. In the publication of the Index, we are prompted by no ambitious desire to accomplish some great moral or political reform, or to "illumine the journalistic firmament with the scintillations of our genius." Our plans are as unobtrusive as our manifesto. Acting upon a suggestion arising; from the oft re- peated query that "with our Normal talent and large number of students, why have we not a college journal," the Senior classes concluded to establish a paper which should not only preserve the sayings and doings of our students, but should afford a medium of communication uniting with stronger bands the graduates, Alma Mater, and all those who are, or have been connected with the Normal. Regarding our plans for the future, we have but little to say. Our success will depend largely upon the support we receive from those students and teachers among whom our journal will he circulated. We shall spare no means in our power to conduct a paper that will meet the approval of those interested, and we ask the hearty co-operation of the students and friends of the Normal in our undertaking. ---- Criticism.— 'Tis a gentle word and yet what varied emotions it will stir in the hearts of our people. Many accept it kindly as it is given. Some are disheartened by it and a few regard criticism as cruel fault finding. We, in the midst of our active work, are constantly commit ting errors, which, were it not for the timely utterances of some one kind enough to watch our individual progress, might never come beneath our ken. "Yes," has been the answer, "we are willing to accept criticism from those, our appointed guides, our superiors in wisdom and experience; but when one of our fellow-students hands in two pages of his note-hook upon which he has carefully noted our deficiencies of the past week, with a solitary good point,—'the teacher's manner is pleasant,' as a sort of a poultice to soothe the rest, it is hard." Truly we can all appreciate the feeling;, but let us consider for a moment what criticism means in this school. We are one great family, working together for a time, with one common purpose. Is it not customary in all well regulated families, where the true spirit exists, to help one another over weak places, and point out obstacles that hinder progress or true development? It is even so among us, and our help given in the right way in the form of criticism is twice blessed, "It blesseth him that gives and him that receives." Let us then criticise with an aim at the highest good for all. Better not to criticise at all, than for the sake of showing your neighbor that you are alive to his faults and thereby give due notice. Lei us be more charitable in giving and receiving. ---- MARRIAGE OF BEATRICE- By Lord Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Two suns of Love make day of human life, Which else, with all its pains,and griefs, and deaths, Were utter darkness: one the sun of dawn That brightens through the mother's tender eyes, And warms the child's awakening world; and one The later rising sun of spousal love, Which from her household orbit draws the child To move in other spheres. The mother weeps At that white funeral of the single life, Her maiden daughter's marriage; and her tears Are half of pleasure, half of pain. The child Is happy e'er in leaving her. Rut thou, True daughter, whose all faithful filial eyes Have seen the loneliness of earthly thrones, Wilt neither quit the widowed crown, nor let This later light of love have risen in vain, But, moving through the mother's home, between The two that love thee, lead a summer life, Swayedby each love, and swaying to each love Like some conjectured planet in mid-heaven Between two suns, and drawing down from both The light and genial warmth of double day. |
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