Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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oLUgQ i5 academic to!re6 „ f u. Lona Line . . . That moves calmly as a rh ' er on a June ))ioniin». Seniors rt ' Ci ' hiiii dei rees With oltidness and pride and quick grief of part ing, And tears on the faces of the class of 1897, .:1j they :vatch and rcntemher. 14

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THE CLASS OF 1948 The Great Judge of all graduates peered over the high bench, straining his owl-like e ' es to view the little graduate standing bravely under the gaze. Name please, roared the Judge. Bethany Graduate of 1948, snapped back the answer in a brave tone. Bethany Graduate of 1948? The Judge laughed, in fact he almost exploded with hiLighter. Bethany Graduate of 1948.? Hah! Again he doubled up in mirth. How old are vou. ' he asked when his laughing had subsided. Pick a number trom nineteen to thirt - or more, candidh ' replied the Grad- Scowhng down at the Graduate now, the Judge waggled a finger at the lone figure. Don ' t get fresh with me, youngster. Answer the questions. Whatever you say. Now, tell me this. What is your race and sex. Iben he added, And no smart answers. There was no answer at all. Well.? asked the Judge. The Graduate looked blandl - back at the Jutlge. ' ou can just about take vour pick of any of them, Judge. Humph. The Judge snorted in disgust as he sat back and wiped his glasses. Humph, he reiterated. Let ' s try another tack, snorted the Judge, and mind you, now, no more of those indefinite answers. O.K., answered the Graduate. Now then, and the Judge leaned forward over the bench. What degree did you receive in college. ' Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Science. Then you received two degrees, pressed the Judge, beginning to see an end to the inquisition. That ' s not what I said, replied the Graduate. I recened about 80 of them. Youngster, do you realize that you are upsetting the dignity of this high court. Sitting back in his chair, the Judge mopped his brow with his handker- chief and twirled the pince-nez around in the air. Finally he stopped and leaned forward again. His voice was weaker this time. I suppose that it is probably futile to ask, but, try to tell me simpl ' just where is j ' our home. Bethany Graduate of 1948 took the upper hand now. Leaning on the Judge ' s bench, and in a confidential tone, the Graduate said, Well, Judge, it ' s like this. Let ' s not kid each other. My home is about ten or twelve different states, five or six times as many cities and towns. 16