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

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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-

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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.”

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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.