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

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Did you ever try to keep up with Albert Lambert and Sara Stanley telling jokes? The hostesses for the dinner club meetings usually try to put Miss Stanley and Lambert at opposite ends of the table, for if they were put together there's no telling who would win the Verbal race and certainly it would be bad to have a feud within the club. The club meets around the dinner table once a month and there puts to practice the principles of social speaking they study in class- the members of the Dinner Club are in the public speaking class. These speakers are busy people. Besides eating they work up several plays during the year, sponsor at least one chapel program, and sponsor the Misner Players, who bring Shakespeare to students. One of the most interesting meetings of this club year was a Christmas dinner eaten in room six. Miss Pauline B. Sleeth, sponsor, had decorated the room with candles and a Christmas tree. In the flickering light the group told of their favorite Christmas memory, Yuletide stories, and exchanged gifts. Virginia Holman was president of the group for the year 1938. Fredrica Hutto was vice-president, Captola Shelhamer, secretary, Veda Burks, GY S PGEBC E n G E at treasurer and Albert Lambert general handy-man. One of the outstanding projects of the year was the presentation of choral readings. This is the third year Miss Sleeth has coached her class in this art, and it seems to grow on those who study it. Choral reading was started in England several years ago by a woman who wished to give poetry back to the common people. Poetry was meant to be read aloud but we have gotten into the habit of always reading it silently. In a choral reading the variety of tone color in pitch creates an unusual and interesting effect. Members of the class are Doris Easterly, Verneda Kittrell, Esther Weekley, Ogla Bays, Merna Wright, Ruby Counts, Sara Stanley, Albert Lambert, David Holland, Clarence Rambo, Dorothy Heathman, Mary Jane Ralf, Edith Rymph, Captola Shelhamer, and Virginia Holman. . J z

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College Pens Sonnet to Friendship When bursts of fury springing up within, lmpell a fretful fit of clark despairq Wheii signs of scorn or sneers are brought to bear Upon some action of our fellowmengff How futile are manls struggles! Left to chance His life, his light, his joy, his faith, his hope All count for naught and he is left to grope Amid the teeming tides of circumstance. Then, thanks to God, friends hearts are still alive The magic oil of friendshipls peaceful psalm On roughest ragings that can ever rive Our foolish souls, will worlq a tranquil calm Upon our surging hearts, and sweet relief Proves Love triumphant over every grief. -- Everett Garner And Life Begins The long pathwayis windings fail my memory-- A blaze here, a twig snapped there remain-- All its twisting weariness is lost to meg Ahead is a hilltop yet to gain .' -Douglas More Philosophy for Living On one of those first gorgeous autumn days that give a feeling of crispness and a hint of frost 'tMommy sat on her porch, her hands idly folded in her lap, French born, her skin has the swarthiness of the Latin people and her wrists and ankles clearly show the peas- ant strain. Although she has passed her seventieth birthday only thin ribbons of grey are in her luxuri- ously coiled black hair. Her face is furrowed in a mold that be- speaks a life that has known hard- ship and frequent sorrow. Yet as I approach her, there is a lighting up of eyes and a humorous quirk to her usually mobile mouth that tells me she is glad of my presence. Perhaps that is why I find this woman, whom I call Mommy so interesting. Her welcoming smile enfolds me like a cloak and her friendliness anoints me like a sweet scented oil. Our conversation, trivial at first, soon dips into the past. My reward for being a patient and interested listener are stories, she relates, so rich with stark drama and reality that the shadowy characters become real in my mind's eye. Mommy as a child- bride, innocent and ignorant of life. A year later, the mother of a baby girl. A quick succession of babies until there were seven of them added to her household. The deep and lasting loss of one of her children. A husband who has taken to drink and no longer feels his responsibilities. A houseful of boarders to feed in an effort to make a living for the large family. Cries for help from friends and neighbors in time of sickness. Calmly laying out the dead in pre- paration for burial. Sharp spanks for the lusty new born babes and reassuring pats for the wan and and fatigued mothers. Sponge baths for tiny fever-racked bodies. Slowly, she reviews all these things to me as if living and savor- ing them again. Where could this fortitude and courage come from, ask I? Frail human mind could not have born such a burden. My answer comes, when Mommy looks far into the east with eyes that see things that I cannot see and says without bitterness, The way of the Lord is good! Such conviction and sincerity in this simple faith rings in her voice, I am humbled in her presence and feel unworthy even to touch the hem of her dress. Alida Armstrong PAGE

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Dress right I Front ! Roll is called, then- Right face, forward march ! A group of comely, whiteclad girls march around the room two or three times. Down the center in fours-Left, Right, Left, Right-First four mark time-Left, Right Left, Right, Halt! One Two! After about twenty minutes of strenuous-Oh you don't think they're strenuous? All right, you try this. Bend your knees, place your hands flat on the floor in front of your feet, and then straighten your knees. As I was saying, after the strenuous exercise QI knew you'd agreel comes- Forward march! Left, Right, Left, Right! To the rear, March! Left, Right, Left, Right! Fours quarter WOfkIng Hard wheel right, march! One, Two, Three, Four! Left, Right, Left, Right! - until the words- Fall in! are heard. Captains forward! is the signal for the mad scramble to get started playing basketball.Almost no sooner are they started thanthe fifteen 'till three bell rings. Again comes the famil- iar Fall in ! After the group is once more stretched along the length of the floor- Right face! Forward march! Run around the room ! -and they run! Those who can't take it drop out of line until- Excused! Then and only then, do they show speed. Under the showers cry upon cry is heard, Turn on the warm water! Those who brave the cold water come out shaking and shivering. Amid the off-tune singing and shrill gossiping, some-one yells, What time is it? Almost three! A hurried dash of powder, a quick job of running a comb through the hair, a dab of lipstick, and out they go to make a mad dash across the street to class. Honestly, this isn't a glimpse of the inside of the state prison for Wayward girls, but an average hour of classwork in one of the juco girls' gym classes. PAGE 27