Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Zhe jFacult£. HUGH McDIARMID, A. M., President, And Professor of Mental, Moral and Political Science, and of Church History. W. K. PENDLETON, LL. I). President Emeritus. A. C. PENDLETON, A. M., Professor of French and German, and of English Literature. OSCAR SCHMIEDEL, A. M., J. N. DODD, A. M. Assistant, Professors of Mathematics, Astronomy and Civil Engineering. B. T. BLANPIED, A. M., Professor of Natural Science. R. H. WYNNE, A. M., Professor of Hebrew and of Modern History. S. M. JEFFERSON, A. M., Professor of Biblical Literature and Doctrine, and of New Testament Greek. H. S. SHELL, A. M., Professor of Greek. B. C. BONDURANT, A. B„ Professor of Latin. MRS. BESSIE C. TRIBLE, Professor of Drawing and Painting. EUGENE FEUCHTINGER, A. M., Director of Music. MISS CLARA SHEPARD, Instructor on Stringed Instruments. BENJAMIN BROWN, Jr., Professor of Elocution and Oratory. 27

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A ,K y Among the distinguished Professors of Bethany we may mention the honored names of Richardson, Loos, Milligan, Kemper, Harding (now at Lehigh), Dolbear (the inventor of the Bell Telephone), Zollars, Hagerman, James,, Lane,, Allen and Trible. At least ten of its graduates are at this time presidents of influential colleges and universities. Its ministerial students, by their eloquence and piety have carried its fame to all parts of the civilized world. Others of its Alumni have sat in the halls of congress and represented their country in European capitals. Like the Roman matron, Bethany, when asked for her jewels, proudly points to her sons. With such a record, she challenges the support of every true Christian and the sympathy of every srood citizen. 26

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Senior fl oem t ' 90. HONOR and Fame at last agree, That for years of toil and care; Our Alma Mater sets us free, To the trials we should share. For gems, all aglow with delight, Do our Senior hearts aspire; To search after truth and the right And from the battle ne ' er retire. To the bright fields and sunny lands, Not all paths of glory lead; Nor with glist ' ning royal garlands, Do we weave the crown we need: Still, by gleeful song reclaiming, We prepare our onward way, Though the bivouac fires be flaming, Never ! never ! to dismay. Like tempestuous billows reaping, Craggy rocks from off the shore; And the gay surf swiftly sweeping, Calmly smoother than before; So it is with mental tissue, Played upon by Wisdom ' s bow; Sweeter music at each issue, And a more harmonious flow. Not alone for education, Is mere existence so sweet; No, not even consolation Casts its rubies at her feet: For the stream of knowledge, wending Into mist upon the gale, Asks the light from heav ' n descending If there ' s rest beyond the vale. Yet profoundest erudition, In pursuit of life ' s chief aim, Seeks its consummate completion Not in lustre of a name; But to find in marble real, Gently carved by vict ' rys won, A statue of our bright ideal, When the weary work is done.