West Virginia Wesleyan College - Murmurmontis Yearbook (Buckhannon, WV)

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Jotuasid the Aleut IdJelleyan W est I irginia csleyan has already moved into its new day. During its fifty years of service to Christian education, it has come far, but in these next few years it has much further to go. Its tusk is bigger than ever before. Its founders never dreamed of this day in V es- leyan ' s history when it would be Lulled upon tn serve n milium people and their nee, Is for high education. Students come from ew Hampshire, Maine, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, I irginia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Ohio, and even China and Porto Rico, for its name has reached through years and space. It is the college where one learns to live — where studies and lite go one way together. The future challenges its youth of spirit. It must grow. It must become greater and letter to live up to the faith of those who know it. And the faith of those people must always continue to be a challenge to W esleyan. From out its classi omi must ■ ■ ' ., musicians, doctors, teachers, and lawyers; engineers, poets, journalists, chemists, and biologists; home economists, .talesmen, businessmen, and ministers. For when they come from Wes- leyan, they are not only professional men and en they are people who know the demo- crat!, a,, of life — the Christian spirit that is lender, hip everywhere. l est I irginia U esleyan tells a ttory , day of its existence. It is the ■: m f the making of citizens of the world. It is the story of struggle, work, play, and earn,,: ef) • ' . the story of sacrifice, growth, ana ' develop- ment. Thee are its people, these its class- ■: , laboratories, these the progress in the snaking.

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Chapter I This is a story of Wesleyan, a story of a small group of people living in the truest American ' way. Beyond that lull and across the water there were battlefronts burning blood like ml. Here, too, there were battle- fronts. Here heroes fought long, quiet wars to maintain those things for which the soldiers die. Students they are called — inadequately. Truly, they are guards. As ' wardens they watched through day and night to see that none of the American freedoms might disappear. Through the telescopes of education they kept their eyes on the institu- tions that are good. For want of praise, at times, they nearly fainted . This is a silent tear — unpublished and unsung, fought without a decla- ration and lasting beyond an armis- tice. That tomorrow might be a fit place in which to live when today is done, they fire with all their courage and charge with all their daring. They came to be teachers, doctors, nurses; lawyers, merchants, cooks; chemists, statesmen, wives; sailors, churchmen, and writers. They came to live and work and play together 1