Weekly Messenger - 1917 December 21

              VOL. XVII.
Weekly Messenger 1
Devoted to the Interests of the Student Body, Washington State Normal School NO. 13
IHE NORMAL MOURNS
The Messenger of last week spoke
of the sudden death of our beloved
friend and former student, Lieut.
Louis Gloman. At the time when this
saddening message was received, how­ever,
details were lacking and the
paper was already partially upon the
press. We, therefore, take this op­portunity
to speak more definitely
concerning Mr. Gloman. Perhaps no
better account could be given than
that in the folloAving article clipped
from the Bellingham Herald:
"Taken suddenly ill on a motor
supply train while en route from the
Presidio, San Francisco, to Camp Mer-ritt,
N. J., whence he expected to
leave soon for Prance, Second Lieut.
Louis B. Gloman, 406th motor supply
train, quartermaster's corps of the
national army, died yesterday morn­ing
at Jefferson City Barracks, Mis­souri,
according to a telegram re­ceived
by his mother, Dr. Katherine
Gloman^ 1121 Key street, from Gen­eral
Murray, commanding the bar.-
racks. The cause of death was an
attack of influenza and a form of
strepticocous infection. Lieutenant
Gloman was removed from the train
to the barracks last Tuesday.
"At the mother's request the body
will be shipped to Bellingham and it
probably will arrive here Monday or
Tuesday. Funeral announcements will
be made by Arthur C. Harlow, after
the arrival of the widow, who was
Miss Dixon Wood, of Portland, Ore.,
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BELLINGHAM, WASH., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1917
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December Clouds
By
GLENN HUGHES
Across the house-tops, piled with white,
Across the sea, all grey and dark,
In winter's robes of sallow light,
Slowly the tireless clouds embark.
They hang above the water's edge
In stern and ordered dignity;
They break and form an upper ledge
More sombre still. Between we see
The still and veiled white of space,
The pallid radiance of the sun
Whose glory lingers, though its face
Points to new worlds, now the day's done.
Clouds drift, and crumble, turn to grey,
Then gather into black once more;
A tender creeping-arm of day,
Saffron and pink, starts from the shore
To climb the ominous, wind-torn walls,
But it touches the first too timidly,
And lacking the strength, wavers and falls
From the ragged ramparts, into the sea.
Clouds drifting in the winter light,
Drifting into havens of mist.
Drifting into havens of night
Where winds are born, and stars have kissed.
STUDENTS' ASSOCIATION
HAS C1STMAS PARTY
A merry Christmas jollification
was held Wednesday evening by
the students association for all of
the students of the school.
Mrs. Engberg's orchestra,
which was the chief feature of
the evening, rendered beautiful
selections of Christmas music.
A Christmas pageant was giv­en,
showing how Christmas was
given in an old time schoolhouse,
when the parents all came to
hear their children speak annual
Christmas pieces and Santa Claus
came to school.
A Christmas speech was then
given by Mr. Booman, the presi­dent
of the Students' Association.
The first part of the program
was held in the auditorium, aft­er
which the crowd adiourned to
the gymnasium and played Christ­mas
games and got acquainted.
Refreshments were served and
the Christmas spirit freely dis­continued
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Y. M. C. A.
When the Y. M. C. A. opened
their huge campaign for $1,000,-
000 among the students of our en­tire
country we rejoiced to learn
that it had been greatly over­subscribed.
Final reports made
us still happier and prouder upon
learning that, of all the western
states Wasington's subscriptions
totaled an amount second only
to California.
The students and faculty of our
own institution gladly gave,
many of them to the point of real
sacrifice and their subscriptions
went more than seven hundred
dollars above, the sum propor­tioned
us.
Now, that the campaign is clos­ed,
the committee is anxious to
express its appreciation for the
excellent spirit shown and the
promptness with which the pledg­es
have been redeemed.
Our Christmas cheer may be
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When gathered 'round the Xmas tree,
With faces bright and fair,
Just send a prayer across the sea,
To our boys who're "over there."
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In spite of most unpleasant weather
conditions last Saturday night, seve­ral
hundred people listened to the
program presented in the auditorium
by Mrs. Thatcher. Especially pleasing
were the solos rendered by Mrs. Nash,
Mrs. Colby and Mr. Harrison Ray­mond
,a city vocal teacher. Keen ap­preciation
and kind attention were
displayed on the part of the audience
throughout the evening. The evening
chorus, composed for the most part
of students and aided by a few men
from the faculty, including Dr. Nash,
did very, very credible work in their
presentation of six selected choruses
from famous oratorios, and Mrs.
Thatcher's training was highly prais­ed.
Such expressions as "It was really
wonderful; I shouldn't say so if it
weren't; Can't you give it again? So
many didn't hear it," and "My, you
should have had a flashlight taken
of the chorus. They all looked so
nice!" reached the ears of various par­ticipants,
after it was all over.
i MISS DRAKE'S FATHER DIES.
Miss Maude E. Drake, our Everett
cadet supervisor, was called upon to
suffer the death of her father last
Thursday. His home was in Seattle.
We extend our heartfelt sympathy to
her in this time of her great loss.
Notices of overdue books are
daily posted on the A B C bul­letin
board. Students are held
responsible for- these notices,
and requested to remove them
from the bulletin board at once.