Vanderbilt University - Commodore Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Cap, Centenarian Campus Cop If you don ' t believe that Cap is one of the powers, just ask him what his are. Cap is the only honest-to-gosh cop whom we have in this book, and we are taking full benefit. Cap, whose middle name is Climax, has chased the youth of Nashville off of Dudley field for more years than there are sparrows m a tree. And speaking of sparrows, that reminds us Cap is the authentic answer to the oft-repeated ques- tion, Who killed Cock Robin? Cap is George R. Mayfield ' s nemesis. Every time our pet ornithologist sights a bird Cap comes along and pulls a marksmanship stunt and G. R. has to look again. The favorite dish of this sturdy arm of the law is sparrow pot pie. He acquired this habit in early youth. Up to his thirty-sixth anniversary as guardian of the peace he pleaded guilty to the murder of 3,999,999 sparrows, and of this num- ber had used in pie 3,999,998. The difference in totals being due to the fact that one sparrow was fed to Cap ' s pet dog. Coach McGugin would never be able to de- velop a football team without Cap to keep the field clear of future stars. His peculiar nasal signal, All right, men, snecret practnice! means that the season is on and that secret practice is the evening ' s program. If you were to ask Cap, he ' d tell you that it takes a lot of officials to run any athletic event, ' cause every one he sees says he ' s an official. The very greatest pride of Cap ' s heart, however, is the oratory medal which he wears on his walch chain when he wears his frock coat. His faultless address and arresting personality, coupled with his irreproachable enunciation and nasal melodies have served to win for Cap more oratorical contests than we care to attempt to count. Space prohibits our expounding all of Cap ' s virtues, but we have attempted to give the reader some idea of the magnitude of the work and the capability with which these duties are discharged by this officer. Cap celebrated his thirty-sixth year as guardian of the law on Vanderbilt campus in May, 1921. 1 he students and alumni paid him a loving tribute by having a Cap Alley Day, donating all of the proceeds of the Vanderbilt-Howard baseball game to him as a recognition of his faithful service to their Alma Mater. Cap is enjoying the best of health and expects to spend the rest of his days at Vanderbilt. He was overjoyed at the expression of appreciation tendered him by the students and alumni. With part of the proceeds therefrom Cap purchased a brand-new shiny star. If you are ever on the campus and see a blinding light coming down the way, you may know that it is Cap ' s shining star, and that he is behind the light. i ' j J - ' -f K] 1 rKVJB ' 4 4 K Bl ' 3l « ' f B « ' ■ y Ml ■Sf ' n w f VH wj ■ k . ifl l Jl J R Kp ' t ' - - syB ' fflj V j 3 fc B L M ■-M ' Ar.I.KV

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TKe Student ' s Counselor and Friend — Dr. M ims Vanderbilt University traces its growth back to 1873. May it be hoped that Greater Vanderbilt, in the future, can trace its beginning back to this period through which we are now passing, which seems in every phase to be indicative of great expansion. Nothing was more exemplary of this especial period than the appointment at the beginning of the school year 1 92 1 - 22 of Dr. Edwin Mims as Executive Secretary of the Faculty — Dean of Students. Vital requisites of this office were the qualities of sagacity, foresight, confi- dence, and above all, a fine sense of humanness. These were all happily embodied in the man chosen for the place. In his opening talk, last fall. Dr. Mims made a statement symbolizing the belief of all those sturdy souls who have made in the past and today are still making Vanderbilt the university she is, when he said : I know that I bring to this work a love of Vanderbilt and a knowledge of its history, its standards and its ideals. There are two fundamental principles which will be the basis of my work: first, the bringing of the faculty and the students closer together, and, second, the fixing of responsibility upon students for the achievement of certain ends that they alone can bring about. In e ery way Dr. Mims has adhered to these principles. Typical of Dr. Mims ' activities in his new position is the fact that all the changes brought about so far by him in his new capacity have been moved by one force — liberalization. This is perhaps the best single fact that could be taken as emblematic of his policy, desires and ideals. As a summary, the Commodore may correctly repeat the very words of the Dean of Students which he spoke in an address to the student body after six months of service in his new position: In the main, you have done a fine thing this year. In all sincerity, support and admiration, these words may be echoed not only by the Commodore, but by all Vanderbilt community: In the main, ))oii have done a fine thing this year.

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Just a Memory Soupif. .Sou! i JSoupii Bacon. Hacon. Bacon I Coffee. Coffee. Coffee! Remember ihis Doesn ' t it bring back sweet, tender memories? Doesn ' t it revive fond recollections of your heroic past in your manly breast? Yea. do not wonder- fully delightful thoughts flood your mind, and fast little thrills, little ten-second thrills, chase one another up and down your spinal column as you look at this heroic scene, and while looking dwell upon it. and while dwellin ' . live again those wonderful, wonderful days? No? Well, that ' s because you didn t gel a S. A. T. C. bid. and consequently are not a hero, like the above. Every senior remembers it. that is. every one who in his verdant freshmanhood had his anatomy prop- erly assembled, and who happened to be bom at least eighteen years prior to September 12. 1918. i. c. 1900 (arrived at by process of subtraction). Yes. they all remember it. whether they admit it or not. They can t foriiel it. Who could for«el those wonderful days when VC esley s last name was Barracks and Kissam boasted an army mess hall. And even if they do feinn to forget their great military careers, the above caught-in-the-act ' will serve to refresh their memories. We have circumstantial evidence on some of them. Look at Private Harold Gladstone Lowe, second from the left, standing like yon Cassius with a lean and hungry look. Move two up the line and we find old Ted Davis, also with a ' my-stomach-thinks-my-lhroat- is-cut expression on his face, while the fourth kh;iki- clad hero in front of Ted is Cheerful John Neely. who quotes over and over again as he waits, The hungry lambs stanj up. but are not fed. ' Dec Gordon, just in front of him. never having had Eddie, can ' t quote such applicable poetry, but being in ! Witlmut a sinsl ! l)ean, AVitliout :i strip o ' lean. Witliiiut ;i (Imp o cream. — Bugler. the Law Department, is well equipped to emphatically tell the slow cooks their particular rank in the animal kingdom, which he was doing to the satisfaction of all behind him, when the photographer interrupted his Sun- day school disiertation. Farther up the line we see Red Harrison, who has about attained the goal after following the line of mof t resistance. Now standing to the extreme riiiht whom do we find but our shekel-grabber. Corporal Major Hutton (Major ' s his name, not title) holding up his plate of liver and grits so it can gel in the picture. Who would think that such a country-looking S. A. T. C.-ite could ever be the business manager of such a stupendous volume as this? Moral: Freshmen, eat liver and grits and you may he manager of the CoMMODORE some day. Just in front of Maje stands the famous Candidate for Armenian Relief. Kay Provine. star bugler. X hen the flash went off Kay got so excited he dropped his plate, a matter which he holds personally a ;ainst Mr. Wiles till this good day. The head-top in the immediate foreground belongs to Adlai Lyles. human sink hole, who as usual was too busy eating to look up for anybody ' s old picture. This IS only a sample, the rest of us poor, hungry heroes are lined up outside from Kissam court to Dudley held waitino for our liver and grits. Quite a hungry bunch, you say. Yes. quite hungry: but that was the way that old S. A. T. C. life affected you. oftener than three times a day too. as the Y. W. canteen in Westside Row can testify, cash register re- ports to the contrary nolwithstandin ;. But after all. what was there to do after meeting forty-eight forma- tions per day. but to eat. and live lo eal again — back in those wonderful, wonderful days.