Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Survey of Freshmen shows that they came to Bethany for individual attention. Barlow and alumni given credit for making prospec- tive students Bethany conscious. WHY WE CAME TO BETHANY by Peg Hallock and Tom Committee A survey covering the entire freshman class found there are two main reasons why it came to Bethany: first, Bethany is a small school; second, the suc- cessful propaganda issued by C. C. Barlow, Director of High School Relations, and the Beth- any alumni. As to the first reason — it is only natural that, from a small school, more individual attention might be expected. Classes would be less formal. The meth- od of teaching would be changed to meet the individual require- ments of the student. Large classes would be replaced by smaller ones, and a smaller group is always more conductive to study. Recitation, in all probability, would be daily; therefore, the student at Beth- any must be prepared at all times, making for a more thor- ough preparation in each course. These are the distinct advan- tages of a small college over a large university. The advertising or publicity end of Bethany College was evi- dently handled very well. Of ev- ery two students, one came upon the recommendation of either Mr. Barlow or an alumnus. When an alumnus of a col- lege recommends his alma mater to a high school graduate, she must be, in his opinion, the best place possible to obtain a higher education. Whether the alum- nus took advantage of what was offered or not is immaterial ; if he failed to realize fully the op- portunities, he would have little or no knowledge as to the ad- vantages of his alma mater. No alumnus would recommend an institution which he thought was not capable of producing the best for its students. The re- sponsibility and the possibility of the student ' s failure would be too great. His decision would make or break the student. An alumnus must think twice before giving his recommendation. Mr. Barlow also must be careful as to what he says and how he says it. He must repre- sent the college factually and and truthfully. He must pre- sent each department of the col- lege for what it is. The same holds true for the faculty mem- bers. No matter how they are represented, no matter how they are glorified and praised, if the representation is false, repercus- sions will be felt not only by the entering freshmen but by the faculty and administration as well. Such a misrepresentation of the college would, in time, mean only one thing — the de- generation of the college in the mind of the prospective student, eventually leading to the death of the college. However, this hypothetical case and its poten- tial effects will cause no doubt to arise regarding the college and its administration. Mr. Bar- low, in presenting the case of the college, presented it as it is, with no exaggeration, no falsifi- cation, and no orchids where or- chids do not belong. The fresh- man class was not let astray re- garding Bethany. They knew it, knew what it was like, knew its cont ' d on page 21 PAGE SIXTEEN

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News Copy cont ' d special delivery letters, and four registered letters. Ninety per cent of Bethany ' s mail comes in the morning de- livery, ' ' explained the weary postmaster. • Biggest scientific news in Bethany ' s one hundred years flashed out over press association wires October 18, after Paleon- tologist Le Roy Kay, of the Car- negie Musuem of Pittsburgh, identified bones unearthed one mile west of the college as re- mains of a 20,000-year-old mas- todon. A steam shovel engaged in strip mining operations less than a half-mile off route 67, gouged out the first fragments late on the night of October 16. Next morning, one of the workers brought a rounded end of a bone to Professor W. J. Sumpstine. Aroused by the six-inch diam- eter of the piece, Sumpstine called on Dr. Weimer. Hastily the two professors planned an expedition to investigate the find. In the afternoon Sump- stine, with students Delivan Barnhart, John Constanza, and Marvin Siegel, drove to the ex- cavation. Already on the scene was newspaperman George Larri- more, Wellsburg. Larrimore snapped pictures as the diggers went to work. Throughout the afternoon Sumpstine ' s party, re- inforced several times by other curious collegians, uncovered fragments and packed them in baskets and paper sacks. With approximately one- eighth of the skeleton transport- ed to the college and cached in the small biology laboratory, Dr. Weimer called R. L. Fricke, preparator at the Pittsburgh museum. Fricke and Dr. Kay hurried to Bethany, examined the fist-sized tooth, the toe bone large as a grapefruit, and an- nounced that West Virginia ' s first mastodon had been found. • It is probable that a limit will be set on the number of extra- curricular activities a Bethany college student ca n engage in, following discussion by the Stu- dent Board of Governors of a point system designed to prevent any one person from holding too many offices. Backed by Dr. Florence M. Hoagland, academic adviser to women, a student committee in- vestigating such a plan recom- mended its adoption. Essentially, the rating system would evalu- ate the worth of each extra-cur- ricular activity in points, and a maximum allowable of such points would be set. During the years of 1927 and 1928, the Student Board of Gov- ernors, imposed a similar ruling on students. It is believed, how- ever, that the 1927 ruling es- tablished an allowable too high to be effective. Bethany Drugs are bought at CARSON and SCOTT Rexall Store in Wellsburg BORDEN OFFICE EQUIPMENT Royal Portables STEUBENVILLE. OHIO WELLSBURG NATIONAL BANK The keyword — It ' s the Service MRS. GIBSON S COLLEGE INN where students go Phone 2442 White Wet Wash Laundry J. L. HALTER. Prop. Gifts Landscapes FUNKS FLOWERS for all occasions Her favorite, my specialty Dial 2601 Smart college students go to NAY ' S for smart College Shoes PAGE FIFTEEN

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Bethany Dawn Short Short Story by E. F. Brown Dawn was showing in the East. A young couple, sitting dejectedly on the worn steps of Old Main, stared with unseeing eyes at the wisps of fog which the glinting rays of sun were chasing to bed. We can ' t go on like this, said the young man dully. Here I am, unable to continue. 1 can ' t obtain any more money and I have so many bills due. Sometimes I think I ' d like to chuck the whole thing overboard. Well, I don ' t know, there isn ' t much else, she admitted slowly. Shall we do as we had planned? It is the last thing that we can do together. I know Mr. Strasser pretty well, I think he would let us have the keys to the tower, he said, now aroused and excited. She toyed with the button of her coat be- fore answering. Do — do you think we really should? This rather hesitant. Impulsively, he took her arm and started up the steps, where they found Mr. Strasser putting out the lights that had been on all night. I don ' t think I should, hesitated Mr. Strasser in answer to their request for the key to the tower. Aw, come on, Mr. Strasser, just a favor. You know what I mean. The young man shifted from one foot to the other. Well, all right, grumbled Mr. Strasser. Here is the key. The steps were tortuously small and wind- ing. Their path was punctuated by weak shafts of light that filtered in through the narrow win- dows which appeared at regular intervals in their ascent. Their footsteps resounded hollowly on the worn treads as they tramped their way into the The author is a fresh- man majoring in Journalism. The steps were tortuously small and winding eerie dimness. Near the top of the steps, she said in a small, frightened voice, I ' m afraid, dear. Don ' t worry, it ' s going to be all right, he as- sured her, with an attempted air of bravado. At the top of the one hundred and twenty-sixth step they found themselves out on the narrow con- fines of the stone walk that encircles the tower. Oh-h-h, isn ' t it far down to the ground, she breathed as she peered over the railing. It is pretty far, he admitted; somewhat taken back by the enormity and sheerness of the drop. Well, here we go. The man climbed up the wrought-iron railing. Balancing himself against the slight morning breeze, he put down his hand to help her up. Are you ready? Yes-yes — 1 guess so. Give me your hand, he said quickly, and ridded, do you want to be first? No, she replied. You take the first picture; after all, it ' s your camera. The end PAGE SEVENTEEN