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Published: 2015-07-19

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ISBN-13: 9781331838630

Excerpt from State Normal Magazine, Vol. 23: October, 1918 Some of her classmates are in charge of Food Conservation, the Junior Red Cross, and other patriotic organizations in their communities. A few of our girls were food demonstration agents and several more were assistant agents. Still others did volunteer stenographic work for the county food administrators. Perhaps the greatest amount of patriotic work was done by one of last years Freshmen, who, assisted by her mother and two sisters, took charge of a large farm and did all the work from preparing the ground to reaping and disposing of the crop. In food conservation, this family went almost to the limit; they used scarcely any wheat, meat, sugar, or butter; preserved and dried quantities of fruit, and bought War Saving Stamps with the returns from the sale of the fruit. All of these girls, who, before the war, would never have dreamed of accomplishing such things, are now enthusiastically and efficiently serving their country in her hour of need. "Dear little hut By the rice fields circled, Cocoanut palms above. I hear the voices of Children singing - That means love, means love." If our best-selves would permit us to paraphrase so lovely a little song, we might, through the simple process of supplanting, create another one, a local song whose appeal to Normal hearts would set the least songful of them a-singing. Our campus encircles it, oak trees and pines wave above it, college girls, nailing it, painting it, building it, sing in and out and 'round about it - our "Dear little hut." Because of the happiest of happy ideas of the college Y. W. C. A., "the hut" began its growth about two weeks prior to the opening of college. "Overalls" transformed those six or eight girls who came back then into carpenterettes; and these alone, preliminary to the work of actual building, cleared of its trees the hut spot in the edge of the park. So when the other Normalites arrived, the hut itself, under workmanship of the girls and two or three Carpenters, had well-nigh attained mature height and breadth. Its woods-brown exterior, its four brick chimneys, and its pillow-piled window seats, foretell hours of genuine comfort. A place to meet and play and rest it is, and as such it fulfills a some twenty-five-years-long need of the college. Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Specials - all, may find in the hut a common home. "And that means love, means love." E. E. Time is a priceless possession - an endless chain of years, months, weeks, days, hours and minutes - the one possession that belongs to every one of us in just the same proportion. When we come to college, we have our first opportunity to make real use of this possession. If we are to obtain the most out of college life we must reach out in more than one direction. Our association with the students, our interest in collegiate activities is of just as much importance as the acquisition of knowledge. To be able to reach out in these several directions, we must early learn how to use our time wisely and well. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.