Daniel Baker College - The Trail Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1920 volume:

Slljr ®ratl ?Jnblt‘5lu'it Annually by thr Sunnur (Ciana nf Sattirl Baker (KnUrgr VOL. VI. MCMXX. luntri linker (College Uroumiuonfo, arxas Standard College curriculum with seven groups of courses leading to the B.A. Degree. First Grade State Certificates good for four years, after one year’s work; Permanent Certificate upon graduation. tion of Colleges as an “A-plus” institution; Member of Association of American Colleges, Texas Association of Colleges, Texas Inter-Collegiate Athletic Association, Inter- Faculty of Seventeen Instructors. Thorough Courses given in Piano, Voice, Violin, Ora- tory, and Art. Well equipped Library, Reading Room and L abora- and Y. W. C. A. Splendid Athletic Field, ample for all early construction. Only students who expect to work and who will adapt themselves to the “Honor System” by which the College is Expenses very moderate. F. W. THOMPSON, President. A Driitralimt To the man who has labored so earnestly for the welfare and interest of Daniel Baker Col- lege, who has proven his loyalty by remaining with her when the hours seemed the darkest; to the one who has won for himself the love and admiration of all those with whom he has come in contact; to the Dean of the Faculty, we, “The Trail Staff,” respectfully dedicate this the sixth volume of “The Trail”—to A. E. PORTER, A.B., M.A. reetma � (To all those whose eyes may chance to see these pages, and to those whose thoughts are re-- turning to the Old College , we present this, the sixth uolume of “The (Trail , in the hope that, in these pages, you will find a gentle reminder of the “dear old days. “(The (Trail Staff. TKe t1 T- ajn. ‘ 9 0 Tv a. Fl- 102 0 ioarii nf Sruntwn Term Expires 1919 J. A. Austin..............................Broivmvood R. W. Gray...................................Proctor Harry Knox...............................Broivnivood T. C. Wilkinson...........................Broivmvood Term Expires 1920 Rev. A. F. Carr, D.D. - - - Dr. F. H. Rosebrough - - - Rev. A. F. Cunningham - - - F. W. Henderson.................. Term Expires 1921 Brooke Smith................... C. L. McCartney................ J. W. Taber.................... E. A. Peden.................... R. B. Rogers................... (Dffirwa nf tin' SSnarit Rev. A. F. Carr, D.D....................President Brooke Smith..................Secretary-Treasurer Exmitiiu' (fnmmttti'i’ F. W. Thompson, Ex-Officio Chairman J. A. Austin A. F. Carr Brooke Smith Broivmvood Brown wood Broivmvood - Houston Broivmvood Fort Worth Broivmvood San Angelo XT Sl OJ2 Q v T Ke yi' z • (CnllriU' (Calniilar 1919 September 16-17—Entrance Examinations and matriculation. September 18—Fall term begins. September 18,8:30—Inauguration of President Thompson. September 23—Faculty Recital. November 3—Mid-term reports. November 27—Thanksgiving day. December 1 5-20—Fall term examinations. 1920 January 2—Winter term begins. January 18—La:t day for announcing subjects for Senior Theses. February 10—Mid-winter reports. February 1 1—Founder’s day (not a holiday). February 22—Oratorical contest. March 1—Inter-Society debate. March 1 5-20—Winter term examinations. March 21—Spring term begins. April 20—Men’s Declamatory contest. April 21—San Jacinto holiday. April 22—Women’s Declamatory contest. April 29—Mid-term reports. May 24-29—Spring term examinations. May 29—Celebration of Literary Societies. May 30, 1 1 A.M.—Baccalaureate sermon. May 30, 8:30 P.M.—Christian Associations’ address. May 31,4:30 P.M.—Reception Art Department. May 31,8:30—Annual concert. June 1,4 P.M.—Meeting of Board of Trustees. June 1,4 P.M.—Business meeting of Alumni Association. June 1,8:30 P.M.—Alumni banquet. June 2, 10:30 A.M.—Graduating exercises. ?£££ r yp- Tv iuM • •' -M Q,2?Q TTv nil ■ v j Oj2 Q Attntljrr IFahU' fm fflritira (With apologies, of course, to Lowell.) Oh, listen, ye students, to the had rhyme I’ve been spinning. To the story which in D. B.’s Faculty had its beginning. The freshest of all from the breezy north came. From Missouri to Texas—young Kendall by name. “V. V.’s” eyes, to be sure, look soulfully cool, But once he’s talked chemistry, you know he’s no fool. His crony Kentucky must claim for her own. But if Prof. Taylor one joke ever said. Our President, too, is a Kentucky-bred man; For our dear alma mater he does all he can. Before Dr. Thompson tried Daniel Baker to rule. He didn’t know there was such a school! To the college whose “spirit” great wonders has wrought. Next comes the Dean of the College—A. E. His very importance on his face you can see. He will quote by the hour every catalogue rule. The Dean’s very fond of the light-headed guy Who reads with solemnity, but smiles with his eye; For though Dr. Greer teaches Bible with ease. He’s not any “high-brow” or snob, if you please. As dear to the college as the last two I’ve named. Is Mr. Mackay, who should make us ashamed Of our inelegant manners and bourgeois ways, (Provided he’s warm enough—that’s his one “craz Another Mc”we have on our great fa-ul-ty Whose “hobby of hobbies” is ped-a-gog-y. If some of his students enthusiastic appear. He brings them a lecture on the instinct of fear. There comes, close behind him, Miss Gerland, so straight. Who bats not her eye when she tells you your fate. Her firm-set chin and cold, measured stare Are enough to make one crouch in despair. But no truer friend can the girls ever find Than their supervisor—so sympathetic and kind. Now “Hipke and Dawson” inseparable are; Shake some of their Yankee speech out of our way. So they wont be offended at the satire I throw. My rhyme will not be complete in the least. If I include not the academy before I have ceased. Mr. Hart is one of the ablest of profs. At your ignorance, he rails; at your wisdom, he scoffs. Nor must I fail to mention before we’ve dispersed Mr. Nearing, of course, startles all with his wit; And Mrs. Miller already has scored quite a hit. Mrs. Morris is quiet, but paints lots of things. And little Miss Hardy—just hear how she sings! Last, the teacher of English has genius so rare But if the freshmen a comma o’er look. She cries in disgust, “Well, get out your book!” Yet if ever to rhyme any student aspires, Don’t make this your model—that’s all she desires. (Contentment . B. Greer Which holds in store for you no peace of mind? All that poor soul of yours would care to find? Why care to be the one who leads the fray. Is not the praise for helping save the day Why sigh and grieve from morn till eve. For worldly wealth and power, praise and fame? For when at last we die, all this we leave. So peace and joy, my friend, you’ll never find Outside the utmost bounds of your own mind. i Autob iograph y 1. My nick-name: “Parson.” 2. My only shortcoming: “Being a male son.” 4. Others’ opinion of me: “A pestercating piece of humanity.” 5. My philosophy of love: “Woman is a changeable and fickle thing.” 6. My favorite expression: “Sam Pumpkin.” A ijtslonj of (Elaas nf '2D TTT HE class of 1920 of Daniel Baker boasts of patriotism as one of its Vi outstanding characteristics; that is, it has loyalty to the school in the fact that it is a class of quality instead of quantity (a thing the school has always been known for). Another characteristic we are proud of is our claim to be about the “peppiest” three in the entire school, and the very best senior class in Daniel Baker’s history. Still another distinctive feature is that we are a class of Blonds. Besides these qualities, there are many more we possess that make us superior to any other class. But I will now tell you something more personal about each of us as President of the Students’ Association, President of the Students’ Council, Editor-in-Chief of “The Trail,” and man enough to hold a dozen other such offices if it becomes necessary. He is from Anna, Texas, and entered Daniel Baker in 1914. At once, people knew just what kind of a man student, a good athlete, and a superior booster. There has been nothing that has come up in which Jim has not taken a big part. We always felt that the other classes would like to take him from us. He spent his sophomore and junior years in the class just above us, all the time with growing enthusiasm and popularity, and would have finished last year had he not felt that Uncle Sam needed him more than Daniel Baker. He left us then and saw two years of service, visiting, at odd times, the Training Station at San Francisco, the Naval Hospital at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, Santiago, Cuba, The Receiving Ship at New York, and other interesting places. At last he returned to us on November 21, 1919. He had left such a good record that before he arrived, he was elected to three important offices. He is still working faithfully, and we are sure that Daniel Baker will feel her loss when he leaves. successive years he has worked with the students of this college and worked hardest when the college needed help most. He came to us from Scranton, Texas, and has certainly made a splendid record and a score of friends for himself. In his second year he was elected to the Collegian staff and has been one of the main workers for the Collegian ever since. He has been a member of the Students’ Council, Business Manager of “The Trail,” and one of the most prominent in the oratory classes for three years. He has been in the State Oratorical Contest once, where he made a good show- ing. He has won a medal for being the best speaker in Daniel Baker, and some day, doubtless, his talent as a speaker will be widely known. Hugh never took an active part in athletics, but the Delta Kappa Literary Society, the Young Men’s Christian Association, and other organizations Now Colito is a Brownwood girl and for four years has been a student in Daniel Baker. She graduated from the Brownwood High School in 1916 and since then has been a Daniel Baker enthusiast. Colito is a “Coggin,” Secretary of the Students’ Association, Secretary of the Stu- dents’ Council, Literary Editor of “The Trail,” and Secretary of the Senior Class. She is an active member of the Treble Cleff Club and a member of the basket ball team. She is finishing under the French course and seme day expects to teccme a Red Cross nurse or lecturer, using France as a field in which to work. May each of the Seniors of 1920 ever be loyal to D. B. C. whether they be preachers, teacher:, or great epoch-makers! —C. V. L. (Tin- ijeart’s lltgil ]ul:a Farmer Oh, the guns are still, and the strife is o’er ; The paeans of vic’try steal o’er the land. But he is alone at the clo:e of the day. Alone?Nay, my heart is there on the field. Through the long, long night till the stars are gone. Oh! heart of my heart, and soul of my soul, The long strife is o’er but the pain goes on. 7 7vc 'I' v jl i I • : 0 20 ■lluutnr (Class Soil George McCulley...........................................President J. W. Cochran - - -...................... Vice-President Marjorie Prentice ... Historian Ruth Bradshaw Bessie Ferris Aunt HHbUndi} mt Junior iElmrattnn UNT MELINDY: Hezekiah, gitta work. Yo link wez got all de mawin’ fo’ foolin’ about des heah clothes?” questuns fur to ax about some o’ dem Daniel Baker chile’rns. Yo’ knows all about dem, an’ dat Junior bunch am powarful interestin’ lookin’. I jest has to hear a little mo’ about dem.” Aunt Melindy: “Chile, if yo’ ain’t de mos’ sorriest purson I’ze eber com in kontac wid. Yo’ am dat lazy dat I est works my self pore fur yo’ questuns. But yo’ sed it rite win yo’ sed dat Junior bunch am interestin’. Dey is dat important dat de whule college depends on dem fer eberting. Take dat gal dey calls Bessie, she do mo’ fur dem prep kids dan dey ebr drams ob. She teach dem Spanish and she know jest “She come to Daniel Baker in 1917 an’ ain’t missed only uh few days sence. Along wid her from hi’ school com chaps de call George, Pauline, an’ Marjorie. Dey is what I calls uh fine bunch ob stoodents. tink he is dat bright dat dey calls ’im de shinin’ stah ob de class. Pauline, she am de heart breaker. She has dem ‘com hither’ eyes and she sho’ do cb dem foot-ball ’eros. “Dat Marjorie, she takes de Daniel Baker edjecation in uh mighty uh Sophomo’. Her an’ Bessie had spied on some ob dem prissy ‘Fish’ relate de reste. Chile, it wuz awful!!? The throb of Life quivers in the air. Our loves and woes mingle with delight The atmosphere, cold or warm or fair. They decorate Heaven’s starry flight Of hopes and dreams And Holy gleams Beyond the blue canopy of Light. The low and base, shrinking from the world, They little know gods have oft unfurl’d Their dainty, pink, rosy wings, so coy. Just to caress Or gently press Some forehead tired, white, and sweat empearled. The thoughts of Life should be the best; Remember this. “Agendum est!” J. O. Cade. A T. 7'A r ra.il ■ ; I 0 2 0 S nplnmuirr (Class In 11 Willie T. Smith...................................... President Mary Emison.............................Vice-President Doris Barnett...............Secretary-Treasurer Mrs. Charles Horn Hervey L. Hart Fannie Smith Helen Taber Irene Pliler tve� 7r- a. i I • - St 9,2 0 iSjislont uf thr S’nphntttnrr (CltuiB of the tophomore class, although most of them are residents of having taught school, and one having attended the State University. But you may judge for yourself what kind of a class we have. one year in Washington Seminary, Virginia, and one in the University of Texas. She learned her “first lesson”—to love her teacher (s)—better than any other. But her affections were soon transferred to a certain foot- ball star. Smith, known as “Wee Willie,” is a loyal student and, although often a little late to class, he always looks as if he had come from the tailor- shop. He is equally careful about his work, having neater papers and note- books than most girls. Yet, when “Wee Willie” is with a crowd, he furnishes a large part of the amusement and is always looking for fun. Ella, who has been here only two years, is quiet and has almost per- fect lessons. She has teen active in literary society and Y. W. C. A., always bringing some new ideas before the mem'-ers. But her time is divided between Daniel Baker and another institution not far away, for she is often seen with a gentlsman from our rival college. Gaston, a former student of Daniel Baker, has for two years followed various avocations. First he was in the Service, then he went to Ranger, to the oil field, from there he went to his home, and now he is back in Daniel Baker to stay this time. William seems to have carried away some of the “Ranger Gold; but as yet has not condescended to squander any of it on the “Daniel Baker Beauties,” although several of them have been making Inez, known to her class as the “faithful,” is always at school, rain or shine, hot or cold. Although rather serious, she soon won the love of her fellow-students, and serves as a kind of advisory committee to them. Yet there has always been an attraction in her home town for her, and Saturday afternoon never comes too soon or too often—wonder why? Hervey, our foot-ball star, has won for the college unlimited honors in athletics. He entered into his school work with as much enthusiasm as he uses in playing ball, and for this he naturally won the admiration of his teachers. Although he never falls in love, he gains the highest regard of the fair sex.” Among the boys he is noted for his many sarcastic remarks. Mary is one of the exceptions to the old rhyme:—“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, etc.,” for no memuer of the class has a more agreeable disposition. She is very business like and, having once gone into a thing, she comes out victorious. She is quiet (when asleep) and full of knowl- pupil” in physics and English. Ernest, or just “Stewart”, is the “ladies’ man” of the class. It seems that it was hard for him to center his affections on any particular girl, for there were so many to select from. However, he has always made good grades and is especially interested in finding the noted romance (?) in won great honors for Daniel Baker in athletics. as well as there, she is noted for her smiles and agreeable disposition. As classmates many times by her sweet singing. She was active in Y. W. C. A. and literary society work, having been President of the latter the first term of 1919-20. time. Although she teaches in Coggin school, she took a course in Daniel Baker this year. She is always seen wearing her lab. apron and seems to be interested in the analysis of some unknown solution. “Tommy” is one the College and discover what you may about the historian, for she is too modest to talk about herself. C. B.—’22. Jfresbman (Class Sail A. B. Lankford President Roy Land................................................ Vice-President Kathleen McNeil...................................... Secretary-Treasurer Mary Brown.......................................................Historian W. N. Adams H. L. Bates Edy Bailey Roberta Blackwell W. L. Blair Lois Beck Ruby Bennett Lucile Bradshaw Mary Brim J. O. Cade Elizabeth Coulter D. A. Ditman E. M. Dobbs John Edwards Bernice Emison Bessie Freeland Rena Freeman Julia Farmer Josephine Gilliam Mattie Mae Haynie E. D. Henley W. D. Johnson Elizabeth Jones Harry Knox Lucy Knox Ruby Lamb Hugh Latham Felix Le Master Helen Murphy Jerome Robertson H. W. Sadler Stella Storey Frank M. Taylor Thelma Tull Cecil N. Verner C. D. White Bernice Whiteley Pearl Whiteley Katherine Wilkins Tom C. Winkinson, Jr. Robert N. Winship, Jr. Myrtle Wright r a j 3Fn ahman (Class Uiatnnj (With apologies to Holmes.) • ; X hi Organized in such a logical way? It numbered forty-six almost in a day. We’ll tell you what happened without delay, Making the Seniors stand in awe While to the Juniors and Sophs we read the law— Have you heard of that, we say? When all the “Fish” on the' hill were seen. Coming together in the Chapel Hall To elect a leader over us all— A. B. Lankford was his name, A witty youth of red-headed fame. And next, our colors of green and white Were chosen to lead us through the fight. The Freshmen began an early sowing By contributing eight of our very best To the Hill Billy eleven, who played with zest; And in literary work we did not fail To furnish much to Collegian and Trail. And hence, the Freshmen showed much skill. Nineteen hundred and twenty came. Punning as usual—much the same— This class we tell you, we rather guess, Was becoming a wondsr, nothing less. First a shock and then a thrill. Ourselves we saw as Sophs on the hill! This, as our history, runs at large. Take it—You’re welcome—No extra charge. M. B. J. G.—''23. Th.c ' ’v ol L L I 9 20 Setgn nf i ” tbr iHnaliitc AND it came to pass, that there was no king in the land of Freshmen. There were no young princes of the blood, for all of the royal family had been slain by the wrath of the God of Ignorance; and great confusion was in the land. And the “Wise” men and the sages called together their young men and their elders and strove among themselves; but no man proved himself worthy in their eyes. And still there was no king or king’s successor in all the land. And the God of Ignorance was wroth and sent plagues upon the people, and they were sore afraid. And it came to pass in those days that a had won great renown unto himself. He s Lankford, dwellers in the tents of Moab and a student under the v days that the young Prince of Moab had won a hard-fought battle against the ungodly ones of Abilene, and his might was great, and he pitched his tent toward the land of Freshmen. And his fame spread throughout the land, and curiosity was upon the faces of the fair ones. The wise men and the councillors did have him in unto themselves, and the women of the land were stricken with his comeliness and the glory of his red hair. The wise men and the sages were stricken with amazement at his profound knowledge and strength of speech; and they chose him from among the Moabites and did make him king of the land. And King “Red” reigned five months and ten days I First and Second Year Preps. ACADEMY FROLIC They listen, freckle faced and brown, To all the janitors. From Zack of Henderson; A Hamite of the noblest breed. Is Zack the Ethopian! And often have I seen them stand And listen to his words. As ancients midst their herds. On airy mountain tops; He full of wisdom like bean-pods Still swells and never pops. We call these little follows “Preps,” They’ve reached the door and bottom steps Of college wisdom’s fame! —J. o. c. m TKc± 7'ru- i i I 0,2 0 Imperials layme Baker Marie Davis Charlice Dickerson Miss Easterburg Emma Ford Mrs. Horn Miss Miles Ned McCulley Doris Barnett Dorothy Negus Virginia Remington Helen Thompson Julia Wilkinson Alberta Wall Sarah Wall Marguerite Baugh $ T A.g� TTv ail I 0 20 $. m. (£. A. (Ealtiupt E. R. Land H. E. Bradshaw E. M. Dobbs - - - Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Chairmen of Committees J. B. Greer E. L. Stewart J. D. Stalecup - - - J. W. Cochran - W. T. Smith Program Mission Study - Membership UJrffili'llnuit lOimu'ij Swirly 1919 1920 Cochran President Cadi Cad: Vice-President Cochran Georje McCulley Secretary-Treasurer Sadler Hart Critic Hart LeMa:ter Scrgeant-at-Arms LeMaster White. Roy Wilkinson Rohe Henle r. E. B. Taylor, Frank White, Cha-. Wood Mx The Tva.il ■ v 7 020 I] ffinggin tCiU'rary Swifty 1919 1920 Helen Taber Alice Ford Pauline Ragsdale Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Critic Rena Freeman Elizabeth Jones Ella Jamison Norma Roussel Colito Lee Gilliam, Josephine Skinner, Malvina Wright, Myrtle Bailey, Edwy Hall, Anna Elizabeth Wilkins, Catherine McNeil, Kathleen Murphy, Helen 0plta 2Cappa tgnm IGiipranj § nripti| 1919 1920 Bradshaw, H. E. Johnson Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Greer, Jim Bradshaw, H. E. Spurlock, Will Prentice, Max Crisp, Albert Ehrke, John Blair, Will Arant Knox Verner, Cecil Mclnnis, S. R. Adams, W. N. Gaston, Will Ren f roe r vp. l 0 2 O fi Alpha iCitrrani Swing 1919 Inez Rice Mary Emicon Vice-President Secretary Treasurer 1920 Charlotte Bradshaw Ruby Bennett Theo Freeland Blackwell, Roberta Freeland, Bessie Bradshaw, Ruth Whiteley, Bernice ffinUegtun Stuff Fern Smith ... Editor-in-Chief Bessie Ferris - - Literary Editor Max Pr.ntice - Local Editor Alice Ford - Local Editor Ruth Bradshaw - - Society Editor Pauline Rag:dale - - Humor Bessie Freeland - - Y. W. C. A. J. W. Cochran - - - Y.M.C. A. George W. McCulley - - Athletics Hervey Hart - - Exchange Roy Land - -Business Manager T tec 7' v a,i I • • I 020 S’tniU'ut;?' (Cnmtril James B. Greer - - President H. E. Bradshaw - - Vice-President Colito Lee..................Secretary) Ruth Bradshaw - - Junior Class Helen Taber - - Sophomore Class Jerome Robertson - Freshman Class (Irati Staff Iames B. Greer Editor-in-Chief “Cotton’ Colito Lee Literary Editor “Coleet’ Serena Black Associate Editor “Black’ G. W. McCuLLEY Associate Editor Mac’ Ed Henley Athletic Editor “Eddie’ J. O. Cade Art Editor “Caddo’ Felix LeMaster Jol(e Editor “Zack II’ H. E. Bradshaw Business Manager “Parson’ E. L. Stewart Ass't. Business Mgr. “Erney’ 'IACK' Z71 I 0,2 O V'lvt-� I'vcLil 7T I TKo Tvu i I 2 0 T] T h.e T v a,J t Allilrtir (L'mtunl A. E. Porter - -- -- -- -- Chairman E. M. Dobbs - - - - - - - - Secretary B. D. D. Greer - - - Faculty Representative J. B. Greer - - - - - Senior Class Representative J. W. Cochran - - - Junior Class Representative E. L. Stewart - Sophomore Class Representative E. M. Dobbs - - - Freshman Class Representative T lx p y nil I 9,2 Q E. y. CIBBS, Coach inche High J3chool, ‘19; _1___ oxbi p w TO A FRIEND OF D. B. C. (With apologies to thee, breaking on thy golden rhyme, Tennyson, mb-come our hearts quaking to do this heartless crime!) For he dipt inito the future, far as human eye could see. Saw the VisiMj of Much Wealth, and all the wonders that would be; Saw his pockets fill with pennies with the rush of oily wells Bursting on the purple twilight, dropping down in swathy swells; Heard the heavens fill with roaring, and there rained a ghastly dew From the gushers’ airy derricks, growling in the central blue; Far into the hot earth dug he, to the oil-stream rushing warm. With the heart-beats of the peoples hanging on the gassy storm; ’Till the oil-belt throbb’d the stronger and the oily gases curl’d O’er the Desdemona field, left Gray a rich man of the world. Then his common-sense of right bequeathed our grand-stand, high and braw. And the Alma Mater held him up in universal awe. 0 2 0 Athlrtirs FTEFC an elapse of two years, during which time Daniel Baker College had no athletics to speak of on account of the war, we are back in the ring. Though we had no schedule winner in the way of foot-ball squad, yet the “Freshies,” most of them high school boys, made a good showing. A better bunch of “fighters” never donned the blue and white; and they will be back next year, full grown! With this in view and, of course, a chance of re-enforcement from high schools coming in. The old Daniel Baker Spirit is not dead. It only retreated into the clouds raised by the European war to offer heroic service to the country’s flag, merely flitted away for a season to spread a halo about old Daniel Baker heroes on the real battle-field. Now the storm-clouds are settled, and the sky is clear. The sun shines once more, and the guardian Spirit sits again on the top-most steeple of old Coggin Hall. The day is near when the name of Daniel Baker will send a cold chill of awe up and down No attempt was made to have a basket-ball team. However, Manager W. N. Adams pulled together a “volunteer” team and played the Second Division Army Team three very creditable games. We won one game out of the three, and held the other two to a close score. Con- sidering the lack of training, this was an exceptional record. The base-ball season is just opening as we go to print, and prospects are bright. With several excellent infielders we know of and prospective material that seems of the best type, we cannot but be very optimistic. At schedule. Considering the almost insurmountable obstacles we have met, we have just passed through one of the most brilliant years in Daniel Baker athletics. We have just passed our Renaissance—a new age awaits us. T tTlu' ©lb Itrar ani tin' Nrni T was the hour between twilight and dark, and all was quiet in the ancient ca tie where old King Nineteen Nineteen lay dying. For the laet time, his young eon. Nineteen Twenty, had been called to his bcd-cide. In the past week the father had called his son to him often and at each interview he had impressed it upon him that soon he would take his father’s place as ruler. “Father, the great responsibility that will coon be mine has been re t- ing heavily upon my shoulders for the last few days, and it seems that I will never he able to retain the high standards you have set up for me. I think that I can manage the big things that I will have to do; but you know it always was the little things that bothered me.” The old man ca t an inquiring glance towards the boy and studied the troubled look on his face some minutes before he spoke. “And, my son, what is it that troubles you?” “Father, it is really nothing when you compare it with the many world-wide problems which will come before me, but I just want your ads ice about a little college away off in Brownwood, Texas. It setms foolish, I know, but. Father, you know I always have loved Daniel Baker.” “My Son, you have no idea how it pleases me to know that my boy has inherited his father’s love for that college. It was partly my aim to make the hopes of Daniel Baker’s friends possible; but it seems like they were fruitless attempts on my part.” For a minute the boy was lost in thought, then his face brightened. “Do you think that I could do what you wanted to. Father? I want to try anv way. What must I do first?” The old man’s reply was ready, and he took up the conversaton where he had been interrupted by the boy. “There are so many things that I would l’ke to see done, but I hardly know what I would advise you to do fir t. Of course, the new chapel mu t come firct; and as for the other buildings, I believe that the needs of the school should govern that.” “Oh! Father, I just can’t wait. Since I have been talking to you, I have been building air ca'tles. I can see all kinds of new buildings. I can see a new science hall, a new administration hall, another dormitory, and. Father, a sure enough gymnasium. It will be a place where the fellows can bex and wre'tle and where the girls can have come real athletes.” fill all of tho-e buildings with the students that are there?” “Never mind, that will be easily done. I will spread the fame of Daniel Baker over the whole United States, and we will have the biggest, as well a- the best, school in Texas. There will always be something do- “Son,” the old man said in a feeble voice, “it is nearly midnight and soon I must leave you, but hefore I say good-1'ye, I want you to know that no school can be a success unless there is a college spirit, and unless the boys and girls are trained to be good citizens as well as good students. Son, let me impress upon you the importance of high standards and------------” But the sentence was never finished. The clock he� an to t ke the mid-night hour, and the reign of the old king was over. Nineteen Nineteen She ®nnr nf iHitatmj hidden from the eye by tall grass and weeds, there was a cave. It was a very mysterious-looking place and was inhabited by a strange being who would have looked out of place anywhere else. It seemed as though the cave were meant for Old Tom, and he for the cave. As one came up the path from the neighboring village, and followed it through the high brush and rough rocks, the door of the cave could be seen, built upon either side with rocks and arched overhead with large limbs of trees. On most occasions Old Tom could be seen sitting there smoking his pipe and No one knew how the cave looked inside, save for the big room which imagine was necessary to the old man’s existence. In the center back of this room, however, there was a very small door—whatever was behind this door had never been observed by anyone except this old man himself. Everyone who came to the cave questioned him about what was behind the door, men of adjacent towns, as well as travellers from far off countries, but Old Tom became almost hysterical if they mentioned entering it. Old Tom might be classed as a hermit, yet he was not the kind of hermit one usually thinks of. He talked often with the people of the vil- lage and walked to the shops as much as any man of his age—yet he was peculiar, very peculiar. No one knew the story of his life—no one seem- ingly cared to know, but of course everyone was curious regarding his peculiarities. He looked just as other old men; he was tall and not very bent. His face and head was covered with very white hair, and his black eyes sparkled like stars. Old Tom might have been a very handsome youth years ago, but no one knew. Every night Old Tom entreed the mysterious door, and whoever hap- pened to be nearby heard moans and sometimes screams from Old Tom hinrelf, but if they dared touch the first room of the cave, he begged so earnestly that they do not enter, that all people had learned to let him alone. Nevertheless, the question of what was behind that door never for a moment left their minds. One cold, dreary night in November. Tom’s wailings became so in- terne that the men of the village gathered together to see if they could help him. When they arrived, to their surpri-e, they found Tom outside of his cave door, screaming and calling for help. Soon afterward he was quieted, hut the villaee phv'ician said it would be impos-ible for him to live and a ked h’m if he wished to leave any word to any one, or any bu-ine's he would like to see about, having in m;nd all the t;me—the Door of Mystery. At la-t Tom turned to Captain Stanley, an aged man of the village, and told him a startling story. Slum' nr fftnurg f f OW, look here. Jack,” growled Philip, as he paced up and down his room, “haven’t I been doing all sorts of things for you the last six months? Goodness only knows how much I have done for you, and here you are determined not to do me one little favor.” “Well, gosh, Phil, can’t you use any common sense? I would be a pretty bird posing as you before your own kinfolks! I’ll do anything else you ask, but that’s where I draw the line!” Jack left the room, banging An hour later, he returned to find his room-mate in apparent distress. “I’ll tell you how it is,” Phil cried. “Aunt Mary has written me to can’t hurt her by again refusing. She has no other relatives except a niece, by marriage, and I have a notion that she’s trying to make a match. Of course I couldn’t flirt with anybody—it wouldn’t be fair to Velma!” Jack knew that Phil had never before felt it his duty to be true to anybody, but he thought that perhaps there was a turn for the better. He was spurred on by the word “niece,” though he would not admit it to the bunch of boys around him. All the boys thought the prank would be something unusual; so they persuaded Jack to “be a sport!” He packed his hand-bag and prepared to leave. Phil and Frank Ruble accompanied him to the depot. After the train pulled out, Philip gave a loud laugh, and, in a confidential tone, explained to Frank: “That’s sure a good joke on old Jack! I didn’t tell him that that niece of Aunt Mary’s is old enough to be his mother. I’m in hopes Aunt Mary will trap Jack some way, thinking he is her nephew, then leave me the money.” “Money? Did you say she was rich? You’re a boob for not “Oh, no. I’m not. Leave it to Pop!” And he dismissed the subject with a wave of his hand. Several days elapsed, and Jack did not return. Philip became wor- ried. Had he found out about Aunt Mary’s fortune, and decided to take it and the girl? Jack might even have told them who he was, and have won his Aunt’s admiration. At last, news came. But it was not alto- gether satisfactory; for Jack’s hastily scribbled note only made matters “Phil,” it began, “why didn’t you tell me what I was coming to? Aunt Mary is the finest old lady I ever saw, and, believe me, her niece is a peach! I feel rather guilty accepting their hospitality, but I guess it’s all in the game. Don’t expect me back until you see me. I’ll let Penn State take care of itself, until I’m through here.” Phil’s poor brain was in a whirl. Could Jack be trying to turn the joke on him? He did not know that Aunt Mary had a young niece, but then he didn’t know much about her husband’s relatives, anyway. Jack finally returned, and brought with him a big picture of Jeanne Arlington, Aunt Mary’s niece. Philip gazed at the picture aghast, sick at heart to think that he had missed the chance of meeting hte best-looking her, and became convinced that she was perfect. What would he not give to have taken that trip himself! Jack showed Phil the part of Jeanne’s first letter which was about him. “Be sure to bring your room-mate with you, the next time you come, about him.” Phil was jubilant over this bit of encouragement. He was determined to know the girl; so he wrote his aunt that he would be down “again” for the Ea-ter vacation. He could not decide exactly how he would ex- plain who he was, but he had a plan that he hoped would succeed. Jack, however, could not wait that long to return to Jeanne’s. He had romething on his mind; namely, the deception under which he had been living, and he felt that he must tell her the truth. He knew that Phil would never consent; so he did not tell him his purpose, when he again set out for Aunt Mary’s. “You see,,” he explained to Jeanne, “nobody was to blame, exactly. Of coure I should not have come, but the fellows wanted to pull a good joke on Phil, and if I hadn’t come, somebody el«e would have. Phil’s a freshman, and could do nothing but take the medicine.” Jeanne and Aunt Mary accepted his apology, and, in a sportsman- like spirit, promised not to tell Philip that they knew about it. Jack, there- fore, returned sooner than Phil had expected, and could talk of nothing but Jeanne. “She’s coming down for the Prom.! Oh, boy!” he exclaimed, as soon as he reached home. “Well, don’t forget. Jack, that I’m to meet that grl. I’m going to have fir-t chance at her dance program,” Phil declared. The eventful day arrived, and Jeanne was there. When she stepped off the train, she gave Jack a friendly smile, and looked around for his room-mate. She liked Phil the minute she met him. He was very good- looking, and gave her his undivided attention. Jack could not help noticing that she was more interested in Phil than in him, and it afforded him some uneasiness. Philip and his room-mate had the same number of dances with Jeanne that night, and each was determined to win her. Jack’s spirit was not one of hate for his pal, but of love for the girl. On the other hand, Phil was determined to get both Jeanne and her money, regardless of what pain he might cause his rival. All evening, the two men were taking their turns with Jeanne. Jack could not help seeing that she was falling in love with Phil, while she re- tained her sisterly attitude toward him. Accordingly, he again told her of Phil’s merits, and decided he would not interfere, if she really loved his She had the moonlight waltz with Phil, and they decided to sit it out. “Jeanne,” Phil began, as soon as they were seated, “I have some- thing to tell you, and I don’t want it to make you mad.” She was conscious of the fact that Jack was seated where he could see her, and she blushed deeply as she said, “What is it?” “I’ve been deceiving you. I’m not Jack Lockridge, but I’m Phil. Now, don’t say a word yet. It wasn’t my fault. It was one of Jack’s dirty tricks. He opened Aunt Mary’s letter, and sneaked off to steal the sweets. He's not very straight, I can now see, and I wish you wouldn’t have any more to do with him.” ‘‘Phil Clark!” was all leanne said, at first, but her face was red, and her eyes blazed. “You needn’t think you can tell me that. Jack has al- ready told me of the deception, but he did not tell me what a scoundrel “So you believe what Jack told you, do you? “No, not exactly. He told me that they were playing a joke on you, but I’ve since found out that it was very cleverly arranged by you.” What? Jeanne!” “Then let me hear you deny the fact that Frank Ruble just now con- gratulated you upon getting me and my aunt’s money, both!” Philip turned as white as a sheet, and tried to rise. “Wait just a minute, please,” said Jeanne. “I want you to apologize for what you said about Jack. He and I are to be married in June.” (Mt to Zark When in thy humble cottage bright At peace thou sittest in thy place. And moments creep into the night. The mem’ry of the day just past A gleam of gladness on thee doth cast. With simple love thou dost recall The Dean with many words sarcastic. Which on thy humble ears must fall In sharpest accents quite bombastic. He wished his life might seem vicarious. To lead thy thoughts in fields etherial. To quiz thee on the things to come; How best to make thy knowledge trifling. “Was Laz’rus’ dog called ‘Even’?” Thy simple faith in “Even.” Now, do thou meet their trite theology With Baptist creed and no apology. Thy vision next recalls those two Pestiferous Seniors of the school. Who beg of you your brooms, so few; Then having gained them, break your rule; In divers places them they leave Where thou, O Zack, wouldst least perceive. But when the pleasing dews of sleep Thy troubles kindly wash away. And “rosy-fingered morn” ’gins peep Above the eastern hillocks gray. Then thou dost stir thyself anon Unto thy worthy task so fond. Thy hand in willing service waits. Nor from thy path of duty strays Thy footsteps with their steady gait; Thy smiling face sends forth its ray. To brighten up the Campus Ground; In thee, O Zack, no sneer is found. —H. E. B. v d-i I ■Ji 0 2 0 3n Whom 3t Way (Emtmn «j OR a week now, I have been watching, with growing curiosity, an interesting young man who, twice a day, has walked slowly and painfully across the horizon of my window. My young friends will wonder why I—“an old married lady”—should be attracted by youth, though in agony, but my older friends will agree that even married people have active imaginations, especially when one is convalescing from the “flu. closely the pale and wan” features of the boy (for he was barely out of he would suddenly lift his right foot from the ground as though a sudden, cutting twinge had gone like an electric shock through his body. With the exception, however, of the limp and these occasional halts in his walk, he carried himself like a gentleman. To me at least, the eyes were downcast only to make sure of his steps or to hide from passersby his suffering. It was not until I began to notice that the twinge and the side-walk had some- thing in common and that Mr. What’s-In-a-Name raised his foot when he reached a particular section of the concrete just beyond my second window, that my story began to take form in my brain. When Joe was a school-boy, he had been neither the bully nor the sissy; neither “Penod” nor Piggy.” He had only been Joe, an over- indulged and over-cared-for boy. Consequently, he had been accustomed to having his way—until Ro:e-Marie came to school. Now Rose-Marie was neither the Tom-boy type of girl nor the long, golden-curled Action which rarely exists. She had black, bobbed hair which sometimes refused to bob in and bob out at the right places. This stubbornness on the part of her supposed “crown of glory” was to Rose-Marie quite distressing, for Perhaps the very obstinacy of her hair led Rose-Marie to be obsti- nate. When she was hailed as a novelty in the sixth-grade room that morning, Joe’s blue eyes were not the last to send their greeting to hers. Somehow that Arst impression must have been a lasting one—or at least the friendship thus begun would have lasted had not something happened. You will remember that about that time roller-skating was extended to the side-walks, and six-year-olds risked their necks to learn the new sport. [A-V TK sTv a._£:X • v I 9,2 0 that some of the lanky seventh-graders and the fat girls in Miss Jameson’s room attempted the feat. But Joe and Rose-Marie learned easily and skated home arm-in-arm each day after school. And then one day Rose-Marie did not wait for Joe, but skated off with “Red,” the ugliest and the dirtiest boy in school! When Joe sulked home, carrying his skates, his mother naturally supposed he was sick and put him to bed. To stay in bed without supper would not have been so bad (for he didn’t feel like eating, anyway), but to be kept in bed all the next day while Red skated at every recess with Rose-Marie was unbearable. morning, he felt grimly that one day would not be long enough for him to But, for once, luck was with him. Red was not at school! Maybe he was real sick. Joe almost hoped he was, and in his exhilaration, he voiced this hope to Rose-Marie, as they skated home once more. It was then that Joe learned one of the lessons he will longest remember, whether he limps or not. “Why, Joe, you’re meaner’n mean,” she snapped. “Red didn’t hope jjou were sick yesterday.” “Well, er-r, I guess I was sick,” he mumbled hoarsely. “Any time! Takes mighty little to make you sick. Did your mama give you some ‘pink pills for pale people’?” At that, Joe’s faint heart turned sick with fury, and he made a toe- spin as if to leave Rose-Marie with her injured pride. Her anger, how- ever, had flared suddenly from smouldering wrath into burning indignation. “Well, to say the least, Joe, you can’t skate worth an X-Y-Z!” To enforce her taunt, she flung her book-satchel at Joe’s feet. In a second it was done. Joe’s skates slipped out from under him, throwing him helpless on the section of side-walk just beyond my second window. And what happened next? It matters not that Rose-Marie was all contrition, for long before Joe had recovered sufficiently to leave his bed, Rose-Marie’s parent', following the ever-shifting stream of oil, had moved to a distant state. So Joe was left to face many pangs of remorse, but, what is worse, many blank and empty years. Then suddenly before I had completed my story, Mr. What’s-In-a- name walked slowly, but not painfully, across the horizon of my window. He scarcely touched his cane to the ground, and his eyes were fixed firmly ahead. He failed this time to lift his right foot in an agonized twitch. He even smiled, I thought. The next morning, I am sure that he smiled, for as he passed my window, he was not alone. By his side, trying to keep step with his uneven pace was—Rose-Marie? I do not know. Joe, Red, and Rose-Marie never were, nor was Mr. What’s-In-a-Name. They are all the creations from the feverish brain of one recovering from the ’ flu.” —(Mrs.) Willie Megee McGhee.____________ a. i I ■ • -J'l O 2 0 ®l?p ffifftrr loti (alias “Gareth and Lynette”,) WILLIAM was the youngest of seven children born to Mr. and Mrs. Samuels, a couple who had recently become immensely rich from the production of oil. The older children had all married and gone into business for themselves before Mr. Samuel’s good luck in the oil game. William, the young lad of twenty years, was still in school as it had always been the desire of his parents that he should have a good educa- tion. After Mr. Samuels had become a millionaire, William fancied, in some way or other, that since “papa was rich,” it would be no longer necessary for him to continue his college education. Accordingly he made known to his mother his desires and asked her permission to start in the oil education, but when she saw that he was determined to discontinue his education, she implored him to accept a position under his father. William declared that he must start business for himself and that he must leave the next day, if she would only give a hint of her approval. At last Mrs. Samuels gave her permission with the provision that, under an assumed name, he should go to one of her old time friends who lived in New York and serve as his office boy for one year. This provi- sion came as a great surprise to William, since he had great visions of be- coming a rich oil magnate within half that time; but in order to “get away from his mother’s apron strings,” he decided to lower his dignity to that of office boy. If Mrs. Samuels had happened in at the office of her old school friend, Judge Mills, one week later, -she would have seen her son, busy on his errands as office boy. The task was an arduous one, since at this particular season Judge Mills was very busy with his law practice. It took only one week for William Samuels, alias Hiram Nickson, to become thoroughly disgusted with the life of an office boy. If he could only have acted the role of office boy during office hours, he could have borne the drudgery; but his mother had declared that he should have none of his father’s money to spend. Hence he was forced to live on much less money than he had been accustomed to live on. Though Hiram was disgusted with his duties, yet he did his work T lx t J T' p iX- iiT yj 02 0 Judge Mills’ books on law. This practice the Judge encouraged, having If it had not been for the Judge’s library and his daughter, whom Hiram had managed to get fleeting glimpses of now and then, Hiram would to live in luxury; yet he must continue his duties as office boy. Now he would have an enjoyable time after office hours. with Miss Mills when she happened to be in the office; at other times she would treat him with a decidedly cold indifference. Nevertheless, it was true that as their acquaintance grew, she seemed to enjoy his wit. But One day toward the close of Hiram’s “year of servitude” he was friend of Judge Mills. That evening, to his delight, he saw his friend Miss Mills who was “shocked beyond measure” to see “Hiram, a con- —H. Wljr (Captain's ©ritrra ♦ the men unload the kitchen first, Sgt. Martin. Then they may bring in their lockers and make temporary arrangements for the night. Inform I st Sgt. Marmas that it is the Company Com- mander’s orders that a guard detail of thirty men and four non-commissioned officer: be detailed for guard-mount at 4:30, this P.M.,” Lieut. Brecken- ridge snapped out. The Lieutenant was of medium stature; he was well built; his muscles were well-knitted; and, he had an eye of cold grey that “Very well, sir,” and the tall, lazy form of Sgt. Martin retreated into the door-way of the freight car, after a painfully brisk salute. Camp Morrison was a few miles north of Newport News, Va., on the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad. It was a cool, frosty, yet rather sunny day that Co. D,” 48th Inf. came into the place. However, it seemed warm to the men after a sojourn of half a year in upper New York. The birds still sang a little in the later hours of the day; and the farmers had not gathered all their crops. It was September. By the next day the Company was settled, and everything was run- ning as well as though they had been there for a year. Everyone was perfectly at home, a peculiarity of all soldiers,—anywhere is home to them. At the upper end of the hall the young non-commissioned officers were cracking stale jokes, rolling the dice for small bets, and talking of the good old “wet” days in San Antonio and Syracuse. At the other end the pri- vates were engaged in various games and hilarious jokes and laughter. The officers were lazily engaged in some quieter game in front of their quarters, quieter but perhaps all the more vicious in character because of that very quietness. The hammers of the civilian workmen raised a continual uproar for a mile about. This was a new army camp in the first days of its con- struction. The portly form of Lieut. Greenwald moved about from table to table. He placed a small bet here and a small bet there, losing with great ridge was with him, walking close by his side. When they left the room, Breckenridge placed his hand on Greenwald’s shoulder, “Lieut., I don’t What is it you don’t approve?” “This gambling among civilians and soldiers!” 7Tfvt- ., 7' v a,_ i I once, he knew. He thought of Greenwald and his soul withered. At last he made up his mind; he determined on a plan. He turned on his bunk and fell into a fitful sleep. aspect of nature. Leaves slightly pink, ready to fall; birds chirping un- decidedly; and the men hitching up their blouse lapels, all seemed to ap- Out of Captain Yon’s office the military figure of Breckenridge stepped into the open heart of all this. As he looked at the faltering from the mother plant of honesty into the wretched corrosion of a gambler’s grave. The birds reminded him of many youths in that camp, undecided Many of them were just ready to fly in the face of the cold north wind instead of southward, where their mother-intellect told them was As these thoughts came to him, he put his hand on a signed document in his pocket and sighed a sigh of relief and contentment. The Captain had heard his tale; his case was won. He had fought a fight; he had won a battle! The Lieutenant walked into the “orderly room” and directed 1st detail was to report in “fatigue” uniform. They reported and Lieut. Breckenridge ordered them into the “reading room.” greeted his eyes. Tables and benches were being carried out of the room and split into fire-wood. The “gambling hall” was being destroyed! Lieut. Breckenridge, with arms akimbo, was standing nearby, watching Lieut. Greenwald turned purple, “What the H—11! What are you doing, Lieutenant?” J. o. c. 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Those wishing to make donations to- ward the ‘Talpa Home Fund’ see Elizabeth Jones at once.” Wanted—“To know why Colito Lee is conSeated.”—W. N. Adams. —H. E. Bradshaw. Wanted—“To know why William Gaston thinks there are no girls dependable.”—Helen Taber. Wanted—“To know why Roy Land thinks Ruby Lamb is fickle.”— J. B. G. Wanted—“Someone to have pity on a poor ‘outcast’.”—Murry Howze. ft Sf . TKc T I 02 0 -