Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

Page 11 text:

CONTENTS COLLEGE A 1) M [ X I S T R A T r () X C L A S S E S A T H L E T I C S A C 1 I ' I T I E S O R C A X 1 Z A T I () X S E E . T U R E S E A A C) RITES H U .M O R - r ■ . J

Page 10 text:

FOREWORD The Class of Nineteen Hundred Thirty- two has striven in these pages to chronicle the worth-while accomplishments of Beth- any ' s sons and daughters during the }ear past and to foster those beautiful traditions so near to the heart of every Bethanian. That these incidents of college life l)e pre- served undimmed in fond memor}- is out- dearest wish. -And so this volume, the Nineteen Hundred Thirty-two B E T H - ANIAX. is presented to the undergraduates and Alumni of Bethany as another chapter in the splendid history that is hers.

Page 12 text:

• ; HENRY THEODORE McKIXXEY Professor of Education (Reprinted from the Collegian of Oct. 21, 1931) To those with whom he shared his joys and his sorrows, his tasks and his vision, the death of Henry Theodore jMcKinney has left a sense of loss too pro- found ever to be erased. His association with us was not a matter of years but of contril)utions. Our memory is not of a colleague alone, but rather of a gen- erous friend and trusted counselor. Mixed with our feeling of irksome helpless- ness that we may not recall him is the sense of deep gratitude for his stay among us. He craved, inded. no other recompense for his endeavors than the trust and respect of his fellow men, and would, we l)elieve, have said with the Irish jjoet : ' 7 pray no cloud shall rest upon the sea. Nor vapor trail across the setting sun. That side by side the iviuds sleep peacefully. IJ ' hen twilight deepens and the day is done. That not a z ' Cii ' c break into sound, or foam. When I set sail for home. While to us it seems his span of years was not filled, how much we prefer to remem1)er that he fell in his prime, like a great oak full of strength, than that he should have declined to an age of inactivity and of improductive days. His example stirred us, his industry was a pattern, his achievements set forth the nobleness and the depth of his mind, ever turned to service for the joy of it. How poorly we now render our homage and our love for that painstaking consideration of our problems, that cheerfulness for our assemblies, that courteous and thought- ful response to our perplexities, whether personal or collective !