Oakwood University - Acorn Yearbook (Huntsville, AL)

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Our President There is only one sorrow we have in pulling up stalces now. That is the sorrow of separating from friends that are dear. Shalce- speare must have had a similiar experience that caused. him to write, Parting is such sweet sor- row. But we are not going to pine and sigh because we can not have eternal abode on this campus. Why should we, when day after day as we sat at their feet our teachers have constantly reminded us that they were preparing us for service in the world? And if we fail them their unselfish efforts will all have been in vain. So, we shall go and, when in memory we thinlc of our school days, it will be with a pleasant thought and a prayer of gratefulness for the influence each has lent to mold our lives in the proper way. There is President Moran: Who could ever come to lcnow him without an appreciation for worlc, and his understanding approach toward the problems of students. And Elder Edwards, the most unselfish Christian gentle- man one ever lcnew, always ready to help a fellow in need. Few I 1 Faculty Memoirs - - Dear Miss Baugh: She used to say so softly, l wish I could'say something to help you understand the love of Jesus. She has helped us all in so many ways. He weighs his words but his words weigh much-that's Professor Dent. No one ever made his acquaintance without being impressed with the refinement and court- eousness of him. And Mr. Frazier: Remember how he good-naturedly would aslc when we approached his office Well, what can l do for you today? We can't forget how he has shown interest in our financial problems. The men of Henderson Hall have found in Dean and Mrs. Brantly two excellent friends. Not once has any one lgnoclced at their door and gone away refused. Such a spirit of liberalityl Then there's Miss Gresham, her influence has leaned toward our health. She lcept us supplied with beans, potatoes, cornbread, and pie-all delicately prepared so that we might lceep well and strong we never could forget her. Elder Moseley's sermons have inspired us toward better Christian living. Listen can't you hear him leading out in, Oh My Loving' Brother, When de Worl's on Fiah?', When ever we thinlc of Mr. and Mrs. Street, we shall recall that line, about A smile is worth -you lcnow it. Never have we met either when bad humor was rampant. They always are cheerful. the Faculty Members

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We Are Determined - - Memory time is here, and so within these pages of the 1939 edition of the Acorn, the Senior Class, the largest in the history of Oakwood has endeavored to include those records of the past year which we believe will, in years to come, serve as pleasant memories of our days at Oalcwood Jr. College. ln spite of our size and difference in sex, we are united in one common baclcground-a cause, which we fully realize will be the greatest incentive to our character and lcnowledge. We are going forth in the finishing of God's worlc. All we want is a fair chance, and just in proportion as this is granted will this recognition be made. We aslc no man for his sympathy. We simply asle of the majority because we are in a minority, an opportunity to develop the faculties which the Creator has given us. Our years of life have built around us a pattern. Our climb through grammar school and secondary school, to the stepping stone of college, has woven into our life's pattern many designs for living. With these designs, we are capable of meeting any emergency. We cannot, however expect to fulfill our chosen destiny without the driving force of clear, clean, and christian thinlcing. We have studied and worlced. We have experienced and benefitted. And now WE ARE DETERMINED to stand by the cause for which we have been trained. The world may woo us, they may court us and try to get us to worship at their shrine, but we are Christian Youth by instinct, and we will be so long as God will allow our proper senses to hold sway over us.-- - Editor

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l l i 1 l l l l i i I l l I S i i i i l ii, l i l l 2 To Steer and Not to Drift Charles Cunningham Visualize with me if you will an ocean scene. The afternoon sun still beats fiercely on the untroubled waters. At the near by pier, many boats are riding at anchor. The stout hawsers that bind the boats to the shore seem strong enough to hold a thousand boats. But the strain and tug of the boats are too much for two of the ropes. Even as we watch, the strains loosen and two boats go Floating down to the sea. Now let us look again,in the evening as the soothing sea-zephyrs carress the parched and fainting land, two husky captains stride swiftly to the pier, untie their boats and move noiselessly down the coast to the oyster beds. No words are spoken, yet the grim look on the faces of the men show as they row, an adamant determination to reach their goal. At the great sheltered pier of Oakwood Jr. College, we the members of the Senior Class along with you, have ridden at anchor for many years. Some have rested here longer than others but to us, at least, the call has come to launch out into the deep. -lo leave the sheltered cloisters of our Alma Mater and strike out upon the chan- nel of Reality to the oyster beds of success. ln order to reach this goal we have to set our hearts with the determination to achieve and then persevere to to the end. TO STEER AND NCT TO Dlllfl-rto journey upon life's sea with a tangible goal in view and to stear un- falteringly to the desired l'laven. While we launch with the immediate goal of success in our minds, we are steering toward that Haven of Eternal Rest, l-leaven. As we set our course for this l-laven, we, the Senior Class of 1939, resolve not to let the waves of trials of the storms of perplexities and problems get us off our course. Many young people are drifting along on the high seas of life with out port in view or compass to steer by. The world is full of the wrecks of human lives who have drifted onto the reefs of despair and sin. Drifting brings sure -Destruction. Taking heed from the thousands of examples of destructed lives around us, we choose the Master Pilot for our guide. We have chosen an emblem of Buff and Blue for loyalty and steadfastness, and with these colors on the flagship 'tyouthu we laucnh out into the field of usefulness to steer a straight course to success and not to drift. Mrs. Rose, the art teacher: She taught us many arts, and among our cherished memories are the times when she sacrificed her time to help us with an unfinished task. So longsuffering and patient is she. Among the things that cling close in memories walls is the thought of Mr. Ashby ready with a witty remark to keep one in good spirits. He has cheered many a student who felt downcast and forgotten. Then Professor and Mrs. Johnson: Mr. Johnson is- if he will pardon the term-the most regular fellar one ever knew. Jolly, good-natured and happy always. Mrs. Johnson always wanted us to say the right thing, in the right place at the right time. If our verbs and subjects agreed, then she did too. Dear, dear Faculty-forget them? No never. Yes, There's an album in my memory-An album filled with older, golden pictures in memory and each tells it's own little story to my heart. Farewell Alma Mater By Josephine McQuerry The good ship Alma Mater rides, At anchor in the bay With a happy group of Seniors, ln this merry month of May. for years you have bravely borne us, Now ocean and sea are past, We have come to our destination, We must hold our anchor fast. Now we are past the storms of strife The winds are far behind. We have reached the shore safe and sound With faith that stands Sublime. lo our captains of Alma Mater So loyal faithful and true, Like beacon lights in the darkness, l lave helped us make it throughl Oh good ship Alma Mater we, Shall bid farewell to thee, May those were leaving behind us Faithful and loyal be. MOTTO ON STORMY WAVES TO SUCCESS By-flora Moten Ir is sunset on the pacific ocean. Far out in the sea glides the great :Empress of Britainf' She has left her port with no thought of turning back because the angry billows lash the star-board. l-ler only aim is to cross those stormy waves and to dock successfully in the Eng- lish harbor. lt is 1939. We, a ship-load of seniors launch into a world, likened to a tossing ship without a compass, drifting in the ocean of time, and headed for the shoals of destruction. -lhough the nations are angry and the war clouds gather, though we are criticized, persecuted and beaten with many stripes, we will keep to our compass, the Bible, and sail. We have already started in our march to the goal with a creditable beginning. Although it is impossible to foretell what the future contains, we feel sure that our course will be brightened by the success of our members. Knowing that success of life never comes to him who makes no attempt to combat the storms, or to him who never sets out to sail, but to him who endures and arrives in the harbor, we look to our maker whose word is our guide. The world may try to persuade us that there are shorter ways and easier methods, but we turn a deaf ear and keep our eyes fixed upon our pattern and compass. We, the seniors of 1939 reject the momentary pleasures the folly, the tinsel of this world to be counted worthy of the honor of heaven, and then success will be ours as we sail at last into the harbor and dock on the sea of g ass.