Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Monday night before deadline, in the midst of incidental mid-semesters and themes, we began searching for pictures to illustrate the feature, Unwritten Legend . So, storming the library in search of Mr. B., we took the keys to the Alumni Room (third floor to your right), and proceeded to sit on the floor and rummage through a cabinet full of Bethany pictures, momentos, and history. The pictures speak for themselves. It is surprising all the honest enjoyment one can get looking through Bethany ' s past: Mrs. Bourne ' s photo- graph album, the old sorority and fraternity pic- tures, — records of people and things you ' ve heard about and perhaps know. We became interested in a yellowed book bearing this flyleaf inscrip- tion, Purchased from second-hand book shop in Cleveland by the College. March, 1934. 75c. It was the third volume of the Stylus , printed in 1853-54 at the Harbinger printing office, Beth- any. The Stylus was the product of the three lit- erary societies on the campus, the Neotrophian, the A.L. (?) Institute, and the Adelphian, pre- decessors of our present soroities and fraternities. It must have had a rather wide circulation. Poems, jokes, literary criticisms, essays, letters, ed- itorials, and incidents of campus life in the fifties were the principal contents, and most of it was very literary, amusing, and intellectual. A Beth- any publication did have a staff once. We thought you might enjoy some of the bet- ter exerpts from the book in future issues. A rather apt one is from the introduction to this volume: Our publication is the mouthpiece of the students of Bethany College, and they, more im- mediately, are concerned in its prosperity. We would earnestly commend to their attention the necessity of doing everything in their power to increase and sustain its worth as a literary pro- duction. In brief, to give it such a position as they would wish it to occupy as their represen- tative. By it, in a measure, they are judged abroad. As a body, their intelligence and intel- lectual worth is estimated, as it may have merit or demerit. Its circulation is not confined to this vici nity alone, but it also goes abroad. Furthermore, it is the duty of every student to write for its pages. Not that they may ex- pect every communication to be deemed worthy of insertion . . (but) . . Many, very many, minds do not know their own strength, and hence it is well to submit themselves to the judg- ment of others; for others may see much worth and promise . . Thus we may draw out and give occasion for the exercise of real mental worth, where it before lay dormant. And we should not neglect it because we are young, and flatter ourselves that we have ' plenty of time. ' We may not, after we leave college, have the opportunity of cultivating the taste for such an accomplish- ment. Bethanian Volume 34 Number 2 November 1942 Unwritten Legend 4 From the Front 10 An International Report 10 Nose Trouble 11 Familiar Faces 12 Bethany Faces the War 16 Bethany Blue Book Mary Jane Heifer and Ed Harris 17 For Campus Delivery 18 I Got Etiquetted 18 Exchange Clippings 19 O ' taanhation EDITORIAL STAFF B. A. Plank, Editor Tommy Boyd Ray Rappaport Bill Young LITERARY STAFF Herman Steinberg Evelyn Burtis Gene Miller Virginia Perry Carol Krews Barbara Trese Marcie Bright Lorraine Parkins Gertrude Drautz June Galm Mary Jane Heifer Ed Harris Olga Karp, Make-up BUSINESS STAFF Tom Committee, Sandy Steinman, Co-Managers Kitty Jones Sheldon Kohan Mariah Smith Bob Smith Marion Culley Speed Koval Chief Photographer George Hoak Associate Bctbtrtliau, a magazine of features and photographs, pub- lished each month from October through May by the Student Board of Publications of Bethany College. Entered as second class matter on January 14, 1920, at the Post Office at Bethany, W. Va., under the Act of March 1, 1879. Subscription price: Four dollars the year. Volume XXXIV, Number 2. Page Three

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TIN FISH — that means torpedo in submarine language. The phrase, the smoking lamp is lit means Camels are in order — for with men in the Navy, the favor- ite cigarette is Camel. (See below.) HIDE-AND-SEEK. A deadly game of it with the T. N. T. of depth charge and torpedo. That ' s a game only for steady nerves! But what isn ' t these days— with all of us fighting, working, living at the high- est tempo in years. Smoking, too— per- haps even more than you used to. If Camels are not your present brand, try them. Not just because they ' re the favorite in the service or at home- but for the sake of your own smoking enjoyment, try Camels. Put them to the T-Zone test described below and make your own comparisons. R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company. Winston-Salem. North Carolina g| sHi The T Zone where cigarettes are judged The T-ZONE — Taste and Throat— is the proving ground for cigarettes. Only your taste and throat can decide which cigarette tastes best to you . . . and how it affects your throat. For your taste and throat are absolutely individual to you. Based on the experience of millions of smokers, we be- lieve Camels will suit your T-ZONE to a T. Prove it for yourself! FIRST IN THE SERVICE- In the Navy — in the Army — in the Marine Corps — in the Coast Guard— the favorite cig- arette is Camel. (Based on actual sales records in Ship ' s Service Stores, Ship ' s Stores, Sales Commissaries, Post Exchanges, and Canteens.) -THE CIGARETTE OF COSTLIER TOBACCOS l V GYROSCOPE OIRL — Pretty Rosemary Gregory (above) calibrates automatic directional devices at a Sperry Gyroscope Co. plant, and she ' s just as partial to Camels as the fighting men who depend on her precision. She says: Camels suit me berter all ways. For my taste and my throat, Camels are tops with a capital XT '

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Unwritten History There is a great deal more to Bethany than is written in books and catalogues or told by those who introduce freshmen to the Bethany way of life. It ' s the legend, the customs and folklore of an old school, and it must be picked up piece- meal as the ways of the College are ingrained into the student. In the beginning, of course, there was the College. And it took this item, combined with the students and teachers and townies and time to brew the broth that we are about to taste. So many things that used to be tradition have passed into legend. For example, the old class fights, an ancient annual event which took many forms. At first these were rather disorganized affairs. When a point of difference arose be- tween a freshman and an upperclassman, the most satisfactory way to settle the dispute seemed to be by violence. These events were carried on in public places and soon the male student body was split into two swinging factions. After the passage of time these disputes were put on a more organized basis. The sophomore and junior classes would place their colors in some well-protected spot and defy the rest of the school to wrest them away. The usual, unimaginative class would put its colors on the top of a tree or a greased pole, and the fight was waged at the bottom of this. But there came a class with great ideas. There was no tree high enough for them, no pole long enough, so they flew their flag from the top of the turret on the Tower. The bat- tle waged up and down the winding stairs and it was prob- ably a rather hard fortress to crash. But in order to show what sportsmen they were, the sophomores laid a board from the iron latticework on top of the Tower proper over to the cornice of the turret. There was a bit of scuffling done on this boardwalk, but, strange to say, no one was hurt, or rather, no bodies were ever found. After this, it was de- cided by the saner per- Thc Corridor. sons around the institution that class rivalry was nice and all that but there was no use in risking the larger part of the male enrollment every year. Instead of the mass suicide program which had been the usual thing, they started traditions more on the order of the present physical educa- tion program. For instance, the classes would choose from among themselves those who were well-padded with muscle, and representatives from the two classes would engage in a tug-of- war, the loser ending cold and wet in the old Buffalo. It wasn ' t long ago that the green men on the campus were persuaded to wear dinks and under- go various other discomfortures. That was all, perhaps, a very mild hangover from the days when class apparel was so distinctive. In the nineties, the senior men conveyed a continental air to this bucolic institution by sporting large black felt of velvet berets and swinging a cane. A bit earlier than this, the hogs and cattle were treated to the sight of Bethany men going to their classes in derbies and beards. But the lines of social distinction found their way in here too. The juniors wore the lowly brown bowler, while the seniors adhered to the dignified black one. Clear days also brought forth top hats and frock coats. It might be thought that all this masculine finery must have led to a great deal of so- cial activity between the sexes, but it seems that in those days men actually got some sat- isfaction out of dress- ing for the sake of the act itself, since dating was taboo. The wom- en were allowed to go downtown at speci- fied hours, but to be caught talking to a man was fatal. There were two types of ways that it was pos- sible to enjov t h e company of the oppo- site sex legally. The first was to take a girl to church. It was easy to tell who had ar- rived there first be- cause the later a cou- ple came, the closer they had to sit to the front. The other was Page Four