MMS 1681 - Martha Harvey Parquette Scrapbook
|Title||MMS 1681 - Martha Harvey Parquette Scrapbook|
|Subject||BGSU Centennial History|
Bowling Green, Ohio
Scrapbook, created by student Martha Harvey Parquette, covers the activities, faculty, and students of the first graduating class of Bowling Green Normal College (now Bowling Green State University) in 1915. Transcript available online.
Martha Harvey Parquette created this scrapbook while she was a student. It covers the activities, faculty, and students of the first graduating class of Bowling Green Normal College (now Bowling Green State University) in 1915.
[Drawing of Umbrella]
Class Banquet May 13 - 1915
Good morning young ladies! A year has come and gone since our Junior Banquet, and in that time perhaps every one of us have felt like the poet who said: -
"Winter is too cold for work
And in summer, when its hot
That's the way the seasons run
But we have accomplished some things girls. If nothing more we have acquired many new ideals - ideal way of presenting a lesson - ideal way of
conducting a recitation - ideal way of not having seats screwed to the floor and many others. Perhaps some of them are only theories, but we know of one ideal that is not merely theory and that is the "Ideal Bowling Green Normal College."
We can congratulate our selves because we are the first class to graduate from this new college. And so it is only natural that we should want to hear something about the History of this class of 1915.
The following extracts were taken from a diary kept by one of the sailors on the ship Normal, during the cruise 1913-'15.
"Good morning young ladies"- thus we were greeted by the captain, Mrs Baird, as we boarded the ship this morning.
We were all made very comfortable and soon were presented to his Honor, "Garcia." I have a feeling that this dignitary will greatly influence our work during the trip.
We have as companions twenty-nine dignified sailors know as Seniors.
They immediately take it upon themselves to christen us, those Juniors.
Mrs Baird is ably assisted by Miss Brereton, Miss Hawkins and Miss Dickman.
A programme of work has been arranged. Wednesday afternoons we are to be royally entertained by Proffesor Wylli and Miss Walker - the Seniors having appropriated Miss Bicknell for themselves. On Friday mornings we are to have an hour for "cutting up."
All work is abandoned while the seniors entertain us with a Hallo'een Party. We become better acquainted and find the seniors very charming.
We are given vacation in which we enjoy the Xmas festivities to their greatest extent.
A sea monster of the species, Exam, frightens us for a few days but the danger is soon past and we sail on smooth seas again.
Mrs Gates delights us with her wonderful stories.
We return the compliments and entertain the seniors. To show their appreciate, we are given the title "those clever Juniors."
Another vacation in order to display the Easter suits.
The seniors are soon to leave the ship and we give them a farewell banquet. It was indeed a wonderful event.
We have a picnic, in every sense of the word. Everyone is busy house cleaning. There was not a book but what was dusted, counted, tied with four or five other books and placed securily in a cupboard, to rest there perhaps forever, no one knows.
Even our fair and noble Venus was subjected to the indignity of a bath, but to atone for this she was arrayed in a gown of the latest 1914 model even if it was fastened with small nails.
White dresses and roses in the tune of "Melody in F," now appear upon the scene.
Many interested spectators come to bid farewell to the Seniors and wish them success in their undertakings on the land of "Teacherhood."
We are in danger of shipwreck. Our chief engineer, Dr Guitteau is unable to keep the machinery working and danger signals are displayed. We are sighted by a ship in the distance which immediately hastens to rescue us. As it approaches, we can distinguish a large brown and orange flag upon which are the letters B.G.N.C.
We are all rescued. Our chief officers, however, make their way to land and enter new fields of work.
The following entries were made without regard for the order in
We meet the captain, Miss Leach and learn the other officers.
Mr Johnson, chief officers on the normal curve and social efficiency deck.
Then appeared the humorist who loves Indiana and banks, Mr Walker.
who has some difficulty with the engines and Dr. Guitteau sends him aid in the form of training teachers and practice rooms.
Smooth seas, sailing is excellent. The work is arranged and we begin our practice teaching and have delightful conferences with Miss Leach.
Not only our work, but even our vocabularies are changing.
We initiate the Juniors in a manner never to be forgotton by them.
Who will ever forget the excitement and the wireless messages which brought the box of hearts from Cincinnati- a gift from Miss Leach.
The next item was too long to copy, but the headlines were in heavy type.
Minstrel show - Junior class-
This was the last entry and then followed a list of dates presumably some which the writer wished to remember-
Then followed a little note -
Summer School Dates.
July 6th- School Sing
July 27th - Feast of the Little Lanterns - Class 1915 at Chidester Theatre - 4:00PM
A stiffly-starched, self-satisfied little urchin, with straight dark hair and large brown eyes, sat on the front stoop of a little cottage, busily munching a piece of bread. "Helen O-ooh-Helen," came a call from the house. No answer only an unconcerned, disgusted roll of the dark eyes. A second call with no answer and the speaker hastened to the door just in time to see a stylishly dressed, kind looking gentleman hasten down the street and greet the little girl with "How do you do - Little Miss." With little meditation and less politeness, the answer flashed back - "Go on and mind your business, I do as I please."
This was Helen's debut into North Baltimore Society. Shocking at least to her mother, for the next minute found her locked upstairs in her room, where she was to remain until dinner time.
After some twenty minutes her mother, feeling that the punishment was perhaps too harsh, stole quietly upstairs to find the little offender sitting on the porch roof - the main fan for the baseball game in the neighboring field.
Not many days later Helen sat in the kitchen watching her mother prepare "onion cough-syrup." Many furtive glances were cast in the direction of the well liked syrup and many hopes were entertained that she might wake up in the morning with an awful cough, perhaps croup.
The next morning dawned and no signs of croup. Something must be done; so watching her chance, she crept quietly to the bottle, filled the pocket of her little white apron with cough-syrup, made a desperate plunge for a spoon and hastened off to school only to return with a much stained, odorous apron and heavy heart.
In only a few short years, Toledo, claimed this little girl as her prize and ever since has been forced to endure her.
As the age of twelve confident that she had absorbed all the knowledge that school books could give, she persuaded her mother to allow her to seek further knowledge within the dusky walls of the library. This was
her first attempt and she would not have it a failure. So she asked the librarian for the cards of the entire family. Choose from the shelves twelve large volumes and started home with only a scowl and two bright eyes showing above the books, and two tottering feet below.
When her father, who could scarcely believe his eyes said, "Well are you moving the library?" she thought, "Surely the man has gone insane, or knows nothing of education."
So life glided on and soon the eighth grade was reached. It was one of those slow-tiresome days, and no one found it possible to study except the teacher's pet, a boy who might best be described as
one of the Fontleroy type. For some time he had been receiving impatient and disgusted glances from a pair of dark eyes, just behind him; and now the teacher had stepped from the room a moment. Helen seized this occasion to pounce upon her prey, chose the largest from her books, strode with a business like air to the side of the unexpectant boy and beat his cranium unmercifully. Hardly had she finished her task when the step of the teacher was heard in the doorway, and a much abashed girl returned to her seat, submission itself.
It was that same dark eyed maiden, who a short
time after was expelled from school because she "didn't buy cook-books for other people to steal.
But high school will subdue even the wildest, and it was during these years of her life that Helen determined that her calling in life was to be a teacher. Accordingly she perfected the pronounciation of the word bureau which she always pronounces ---- and funeral which all well educated people pronounce fun.
It was not alone thru the perfections of these words, but thru her success as an actress and as president of a Bible club, that her fame was made secure, and her name almost immortal among
her fellow students.
At last she reached the Normal School and became know as Miss Crom. After her class mates bestowed upon her the honor of the presidency, she assumed a look of seriousness, seldom smiled, and never "saw any occasion for mirth." After a year of hard conscientious labor she must have a rest and of course Canada was the best place to go; but alas: we found on her return that her general aim in life had become quite special, and now,
"Thru out life's range
Here's to the many good times we've has
"It was late in mild October,
To be exact it was the 27th day of this beautiful autumn month, in the year 1895, that a certain blackhaired blackeyed Miss by the name of Kathryn Mandler lustily proclaimed her existence. We do not know whether she swallowed a germ or
what happened that she never grew very much.
Besides being small for her age, she was always a good little girl, obeying her mother unquestioningly, at the age of almost six she entered Warren School and because she was not quite six there was doubt about her becoming a first grader. So our little Miss was duly instructed that her mother did not wish her to go to kindergarten. But Kathryn became a first grader and all went well until one da the first graders were invited to go to visit the kindergarten. Everyone was eager to go except a small curly haired girl, who by no amount of coaxing could
be moved to go avisiting, for hadn't her mother told her that she did not want her to go to kindergarten, and wasn't she old enough to be in the first grade?
In June 1908, seven years after entering Kathryn completed her ward school career and in September entered High School.
In her sophmore year she became a Periclean, discussing and arguing subjects far beyond the understanding of an ordinary fourteen year old.
There are rumors of other things which happened in her high school career such as brilliant recitations in English, history, mathematics, walks in the lower hall and her election as recording secretary of her lit. But be-
cause the authority is not Fiske or McMaster, it needs verification.
No more with curls but with hair braided around her head and tied with a bow, Kathryn takes her seat among the noted of Central High and in June 1912 - The Prophet told us that the last he had heard of the Misses Perry and Rhinehart was that they had achieved great success in the recent elopement of Kathryn Mandler.
But we do not believe the prophet, for after taking one year Post graduate, she entered Normal School.
Here were find traces of former occupations, studying
and inscribing, for Kathryn was chosen as Secretary of the class of '15. She will soon receive another diploma, this time to become a teacher of little children, for we hear the voice of the Prophetess say that Kathryn now is to be teacher governess for little multimillionairs. Even tho we have had rumors of a Cornell man looming upon the horizon we find that she has decided upon teaching as the profession to follow.
"So here's to Kathryn Mandlers
Vice Presidents Biography.
When the question came up before the class as to who should be our Vice President, it seemed to us quite stupendous. How to fill this important place was a problem which even the wisest of us feared.
Just what criteria we could apply to the election of a Vice President we at first did not know. But finally these seemed to be generally agreed upon.
She must be dignified and orderly, if possible stout in order to hold
down the weight of this office. A business like practical girl was preferred and one who was always prompt. In fact, just an all around girl, not necessarily of any unusual type such as heroine of books. Not one such as the authoress describes to her friend the colonel. She said, "The heroine of my next book is to be one of those modern advance girls a school teacher, who has ideas of her own and doesn't want to get married.
"Ah! indeed," replied the colonel, "I don't believe I ever met that type."
To take our first criteria, she must be
business like and practical. That we made no mistake is evident. For when not more than six years old, she proved this quality, to be hers forever.
One day she went to the story to buy some candy. After carefully selecting each piece, the store keeper said, "And, where's your money, little girl?" "Oh! just put in on our debt," she replied, and walked majestically out.
Another quality which came up to our criteria was also developed quite young- That of promptness.
The little girl always so quiet at home made her mother anxious about her school work. One day
she said, "Berneice are you first in anything at school?" "First out when the bell rings."
But she was brilliant in many unheard of ways and plainly showed that she was meant to be a school teacher for she gave such socialized answers.
When in about the fourth grade she stated that the Kaiser was a stream of hot water springing up and disturbing the earth.
In about the seventh grade she volunteered the important information that "A night watchman is a person, employed to sleep in the open air." Being an open air fiend
herself, she ought to know.
When entering the delights of that useful and highly practical subject, grammar, we were thus enlightened. "A passive verb is one in which the subject is the sufferer," as, "I am loved."
In Normal School she distinguished herself by a hitherto unperformed feat, that of singing with her mouth shut.
Judging from her childhood, we can readily see how she met our demands for an all-round girl. No, young men were not even averse to her tastes. (Which I understand, is unusual in school teachers.)
But just the other day I heard a young man who had called quite frequently on Berenice and had suddenly stopped, being asked why, replied that if he failed to come one evening she always expected a written excuse signed by mother.
Now that school is about to close and she is to enter upon her duties as a teacher we feel confident that she will succeed as well in this as she has in fulfilling her duties as Vice President. I'm sure you'll all join me in saying,
May bad fortune follow
[drawing of boat with '15 BGNC on side
Class of '15, you'r a wondrous thing.
You have gathered in these two long
You have gotten help from teachers
Now you are ready to take your
Time passes, your members are
For of all the fledglings that
One evening whilst I chanced to stray
Then I told her of a brilliant group,
First comes a dusky brown eyed Miss
Mattie is now a dancer,
Gertrude is making money.
And Miss Fitzpatric - It seemed to her
Out on the western prairies
And now comes Ilma - dreamy eyed
Kathryn Mandler that little mouse
Ethel now has such a name
I see a name in burnished gold
And now a social leader
You've heard the wise old saying
And Bertha, you never would know
Who can estimate a womans worth
Irene was promising
Jeannette has now become, I see
Esther is just as interesting
You've heard that ancient saying
Paderwreski, Bouer, Busoni
"Her technique is quite marvelous"
In the land of romance and
Ah! girls the awful secret
Back in the heart of Maryland,
Mildred Schulter has become
There's a human birth every minute,
Ursula is a parasite
Mrs. Kahler is a leader recognized
Winifred's a poetess
As doth the "little busy bee"
And Dorothy you surely have
Helen Escott I can see
A little mannakin, there lives
In art is Mildred ashining.
Sadie Keenan is no more
Helen Crom that wonderful
This time its over a house hold
Berenice is as sweet as ever.
Our Mabel next comes into view.
"Whom the gods love" don't always
For her theme of decoration
Margaret! Oh! Margaret!
A man wholly sufficient
The Chapel's dim, the candles
Her blue eyes smile, her lips
Tenderest friend, truest of all
And now class mates
Of her effort-literary.
20 Abbey Jeanette - 17 Lambert May
In days of old
It was a shame
Here's to the Senior class
We have never shirked
We hail you dear Normal College;
Dear Alma Mater, staunch and
[drawing of BGNC crest with castle like building
For her we'll sing.
Yo-ho! Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
I couldn't help laughing at
There'll be lots of books and
At B.G. State Normal School
Hurry up June, relieve this pain
Where is Bowling Green and why Famous?
Answer - It is a spot in Eutopia, first made famous by being mentioned by that well known history written by Lambert. This history records the deeds and aspirations of a certain group of individuals who reached to a stimulus presented by a group of professors in a previous college, in such a way as to make in less than one year, my friends the educational world marvel at their theories. Later, that spot, Bowling Green was the honored spot to which this same group flocked, one blazing summer day to tell
stories and make clay bowls for 6 weeks.
-Why has it grown?-
Well you see, one year a great experiment was conducted there in agriculture. A carload of green [caret mark] things were sent up from Toledo, & soon Bowling Green was reported to hold a monopoly on gray matter. Although the place reached its aim that year - every year, green things are sent up there and come back - Nearly Finished.
[on a small piece of paper]Margaret Meilink
It was moved and seconded that we have
"Do you know where Ironville is." This was the question Miss Leach asked me, to let me know that it was toward Ironville I was to turn my foot-steps on the following Monday Morning, September, 20, 1915.
However I was greatly pleased over this privilege for I had been a B.A in the Nebraska School for three days, and I did not like my job.
On that Monday Morn I arose at 6:00 o'clock, left the house at 6:35, and boarded an Ironville car at 6:50, with that feeling that I was on my way, but didn't know where I was going.
Who should I meet on the car, but my old Summer School Companion of the Free Hand Drawing Class, Miss Langenderfer.
She welcomed me with, "Well where do you think you're going?" "To the Ironville School," I answered. We then fell to talking about Summer School. When we reached Birmingham she turned a surprised face toward me and said, "Don't you know your principal?" "No," said I, and I was then introduced to Miss Yarrington, who had been sitting on the other side of me.
"You remind me a great deal of Miss Leach," said Miss Yarrington. I immediately made up my mind that I liked Miss Yarrington.
After a forty minute ride we pulled into Ironville. Miss Yarrington, Miss Langen derfer and myself were the only ones on the car by this time.
After walking two blocks we came to the School. It was a two story, four roomed building. Two rooms on the first floor and an office on the second.
Miss Yarrington took me to my room which was on the first floor. I walked into it with all the joy and pride that only a B.A. can feel as she has stepped from the B.A. stage to that of teacher.
There at the desk sat Miss Shippley. She felt sorry for me and I felt more sorry for her. She said, "This is a tough bunch
Girlie, believe me its some tough bunch." I didn't say anything but I felt like saying, Yes, but you are going to be Miss Shippley, B A, in an other hour.
Eight thirty came at last bringing thirty youngsters in age, from eight to sixteen years. For about four minutes they were quiet during which they looked at me and I looked at them. Then!!!!
Well the 20th Century. Limited might have gone thru the room without being heard. Drawing myself us so as to look very tall I stood before them and motioned them into their seats. When they were finally settled I said, "When we play were are going to play
and have a good time, but when we work we will work. I will let you know the time for each. It is now working time." I had no more trouble that day.
When ever I got with a group of teachers I would be asked by several, "Has Dr. Guitteau called on you yet?" "He's a perfect crank on dirt, and he takes the room in in a glance" they would continue. And so every day I waited and every day I dusted but Dr. Guitteau never came.
And too there were those Supervisors to think about. Just what would they expect to see when they came.
There was Miss Bricknell and Miss Walker to look over the artwork
Miss Armbruster, Miss Comstalk or Miss Vail to look into the Physical side of Education.
Miss Leach to find out whether or not the teacher knew how to teach what she taught.
And the one I most dreaded was Mr Davies who came to hear us sing.
At last June came, and with all my other coworkers would hum - Three more weeks, two more, One more - to-morrow.
A few days before the last we learned that Miss Yarrington would not be with us the next year, as she would be transferred to Broadway.
Miss Perrine was to take her place. We all wondered what Miss Perrine would be like. Would she visit much?
First Summer Vacation.
As my reward had been but $4 per mo. One can not imagine my delight at learning that I was to have a summer school.
This paid sixty dollars. After summer school I went to Chicago.
Second Year 1917.
Had a training girl. Normal School run in connection with Toledo University.
Received $60 Per.
I asked for a transfer and was assigned to Monroe School. From among the poorest of the city I went to the wealthiest. I found myself teaching the mayor's son - master Milroy - Myron Geleer's sons and many other notables.
But my time with these was short as after a week I was sent to Glenwood to take the semi-industrial with a hundred dollar increase in salary. This now brought my salary to $75 per. because I also had a training girl.
The normal school this year was not run in connection with the University.
Again taught summer school.
The work in this line was much easier this year. I did not have a training girl but as the board had granted an increase of $100 I still drew $75 per month. From January on our increase and regular was $75. We got our pay during summer months.
This year I had an ambitious streak and asked for a scholarship. I received on - $100 and went to Chicago. Helen went with me. It was a hard summer.
Nothing unusual happened this year as far as the teaching was concerned.
Miss Leach and Dr Guitteau were married in Feb.
We dismissed school on Northwestern day.
We received $75 until January and from then on thru the summer months $125
Taught summer school again. The 2 mill went thru at the August election. Next year I get more.
1200 min-$2000 maximum
Mr Mosley - Miss Sandys - describe the communal life of Ants.
G Sandys - Ants have their houses divided into many rooms, as guest rooms and (ha ha)
Addie Leake - Developing the interrogative pronoun -
Addie - writes on board (who is there)
Mr Mosley - Miss Siek - tell about the Banyan Tree-
Esther - Why when you put a band around a tree you put a cloth or something
around it so that insects will not crawl up.
Mr. Overman - "What do you think of Arithmetics as White's which divides % into cases?"
G. Sandys - I don't believe in cases at all.
Irene - (Developing "it" as an impersonal pronoun) "If you wanted to say "The day is cold," speaking of the present day, what would you say?"
Helen Elliott - "The day is gloomy."
Jeanette - "What do these pronouns refer to?"
Sadie - "To males."
Jean - "To what species?"
Marg. Maas - on board - The girl whom you saw is gone. "What is the pronoun?"
Cath. Mandler - "you"
Marg - "yes" "what's its case?"
Mr. Beattie - "Miss Maas - will you kindly tell us how many eggs a good hen lays a year?"
Marg - "I don't know"
Mr. B - "Well figure it out"
Marg - "About four."
Mr Mosley - "Miss Haverfield-If there were a litter of rabbits some orange - some black- and some white, what would happen?"
Marg H - "The black would turn orange - and" -
Mr. Mosley - I don't think you understand .
(ways of protection in biology)
Mr. Johnson - "Miss Maas, there's a man in B.G. who has your name and pronounces it Mass."
Marg - "He's German - I'm Irish."