Cowley College - Tiger Daze Yearbook (Arkansas City, KS)

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18 A. C. JUNIOR COLLEGE MAGAZINE Y. M. C. A. The College Y. M. C. A., under the su- pervision of R. H. Lane, and through the efforts of Leroy Plumley, president of the organization, and a lively bunch of fellows helping them, have had some fine meetings, not to mention the feeds every other Tuesday, since the Christmas hol- idays. Meetings were held at the Methodist church, in joint session with the Hi-Y, in order that both groupis might secure the benefits of the fine talks. The last meeting of the year was held at the Christian church. B. V. Edworthy was present at this meeting and after giving a short talk on Camp Wood, he helped in the installation of officers for the ensuing year. With a larger enroll- ment expected next year in Junior Col- lege, much will be expected inthe Y. M. C. A. work next year. rotten luck and highly seasoning it with profanity. Stubby muttered to himself. That fella don ' t know how to fish. I ' d sure like to have his ' quipment though. Pres- ently he was back in his old place and, puckering up his lips, began to whistle a favorite tune. — Clyde Harris. ORATION AND DECLAMATION The Junior College again upheld its ex- ceptional record this year When Robert McMlchael won first place in oration at the contests held at Independence, April 20. Helen Alexander, the representative in declamatiton, did not place, however. This was the first time that Bob had tried oration. The oration was entitled A Challenge to Intelligence. Helen ' s reading was The Laughter of Leen. Both the contests were coached by Miss Pauline B. Sleeth, teacher of the public speaking class. No trophies or medals were awarded Parsons won second in oratory. Coffey- ville third, and Port Scott fourth. In declamation, Port Scott won first and Parsons second. This is the second time that Arkansas City has taken first in oration; Margaret Rothfus won first at Coffeyville last year with the oration The Cry of the Chil- dren. A silver loving cup was awarded last year, the only one that the College possesses. One day Mae Marsh was admiring Miss Clough ' s new scarf. She kept saying how pretty he was and asking where she got him. She must have the idea that anything draped around the should- ers would just naturally be he. . . . , . „ Onyx Hosiery, Pointex Heel ORMISTON ' S For SHOES Dr. Scholl ' s Foot Comfort Service ♦ ■

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A. C. JUNIOR COLLEGE MAGAZINE 17 STUBBY JONES The morning was bright and. clear. On the eastern horizon the sun had climbed slightly above a jungle of tall coooanut trees, and now, shining down on the lake, gave a deep blue luster to the rippling surface. From the western) shore protruded a long, narrow pier and, near the end, sat Stubby Jones, a bam- boo pole pushed out in front of him and a tomato can of bait at his side. His straw hat was frayed, his shirt some- what faded. From ragged overalls, roll- ed up to the knee, hung two tanned legs, twinging in time with his cheery whistle. A little way farther down the pier stood another fisherman. He was decked in white flannels and a soft felt hat, and his slender steel pole and nickel plated reel glistened and sparkled as he cast his green imitation minnow far out, to strike the water with a plop. Stubby, in a lazy tone, had greeted the man: Ain ' t this a swell mornin ' though! Fish jest fightin ' fer the bait, and I got three already. For a moment there was no reply, then, in a low grumble, This country ' s a joke — frightfully hot all the time. A jpause as he reeled in his line, before continuing, and in a harsher voice, Kid, cut out the whistling ! How do you expect man to fish with that noise goin ' on? Aw heck, Mister! came in a startled voice, fish can ' t hear nothin ' , but the whistling stopped just the same. The man made no response to this. He seemed, in fact, to ignore it. How- ever, he cast his green minnow more and more into the water Stubby was fish- ing until the boy, afraid their lines might become entangled, moved a little farther down the pier. The stranger in flannels coughed. The waves kept up their incessant sla-slap against the ipier, now and then the shriek of a gull breaking the monotony. Suddenly he snarled, Say, boy! What kind of bait you got? Shrimp tails was the hesitating re- ply. Then, in a spunkier tone, They ' re the only bait for mullet. An angry flicker on the face of the other hastened him to add, You know, Mister, I ' d sure like to have a pole and reel liJke . . . but he got no further. Once more, for the fourth time that morning, his line was taut. While he landed his fish, the stranger savagely wound in his line, seized his empty creel, and stalked down the pier toward shore, mouthing something about + Give The Roseberry Filling Station A Trial STOP AND GAS With Weller Stanley ROSEBERRY MOTOR CO. Corner Central and A Street +.- ,, .

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A. C. JUNIOR COLLEGE MAGAZINE 19 COLLEGE PICNIC Shove - Push - Bing - Bang, were the sounds that issued forth from before the bulletin board as the freshmen tried to get at least a glance at the mysterious question mark. However, they were only to be disappointed in finding that one glance was going to be of no conse- quence to them and many of the lazier ones abandoned the effort until a later date. Albeit, it was almost as well, for those that did read it were almost as mystifed as before. It did look rather suspicious though — a plate, a tin cup, and old clothes. First it was whispered that the sign was merely to mislead the poor innocent freshmen and one went so far as to state that they must think us aw- ful simps. Ideas and rumors of ideas followed. Curiosity wa.xed so strong that on Monday evening, April 19, the street in front of the building was filled with curious looking people.- At the time I remember I was extremely glad I had not let Bobs (my watch dog) come as he had wished, We had been there only a few minutes when a truck steamed up Second street, anchoring not far from the side entrance. After that the poor fresh- mens ' mind began to clear a little and they seemed to realize that they were supposed to get aboard. That is to say, they realized it (after several craltesl and ipackages had been safely placed in the end towards the chauffeur. It was only a short time until all the available (and some unavailable) space had. 1 een taken and in a shorter time still some of our members began to disgrace cur college with such slang as: Let ' s get gone, What ' s holding the buggy? i nd several others I do not care to men- tion. The ride that followed was very eventful, very bumpy, and at times very doubtful, it being necessary for the rear and second class passengers to get off and push. At one time on our journey our sympathy was called forth. One of our honorable professors and his more honorable wife were compelled to halt about half-way up a steep incline to de- cide what mysterious trouble had caus- ed their means of transportation to stall. Taking it all in all, however, the death rate was comparatively low considering the danger it was necessary to go through. After the truck had come to a perfect standstill and the occupants thereof had been unloaded and were endeavoring to round out their flatten- ed bodies, something terrible happened. At least (judging from the ' screams that i ' sued from the direction of the river) we were preparing to add more names to BOYS A Charge Service on a Ten Payment Plan at Regular Cost Prices It ' s a Chance to Buy as You Want, Pay as You Can, Enjoy Highest Quality Merchandise At Fairest Cash Prices THE PEOPLE ' S STORE •!• ' •