East Tennessee State University - Buccaneer Yearbook (Johnson City, TN)

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8 THE CHALK LINE June 6, 1930 LOETA MILLER CAMPBELL Washington College, Tennessee “Nothing is lovelier than to study household goods ' ’ Home Economics, History, English, Biology Treasurer Home Economics Club, ’29-’30. MARY LOUISE MUNDY Roanoke, Virginia “Not too serious, not to o gay , hut a rare good sport when it conies to play” History, Mathematics, English, French Pi Sigma; Intermont College, Bristol, Va., ’26-’27; Secretary Student Government, ’26; President Student Government, ’27; Secretary Y. W. C. A., ’27; Harrisonian Literary Society; Debater, ’27; Phi Theta Kappa; Teachers College, ’29-’30; De¬ bater. J. RANGE SNODGRASS Johnson City, Tennessee “The man that delivers the goods” Chemistry, Mathematics, Biology Vice President Science Club, ’29; President Science Club, ' 30. THELMA DINGUS “Ted” Morristown, Tennessee “She’s a peach of a girl” History, English, Biology, Geography Sapphonian; Virginia Intermont, Bristol, Va., ’27- ’28; Kappa Phi Sorority; Treasurer Kappa Phi, ’27-’28; Secretary Y. W. C. A., ’27- 28; Harri¬ sonian Literary Society; Snap Shot Editor Inter¬ mont; Teachers College, ’29-30; Y. W. C. A.; Cam¬ pus Editor Chalk Line, ’30. MARY ELIZABETH WILSON “Betty” Mountain City, Tennessee (i Tliy modesty is a candle to merit” English, Home Economics, Social Science Sapphonian; Home Economics Club; Secretary Junior Class, ’29; Secretary Sapphonian Literary Society, ’29; Circulation Manager Chalk Line, ’29.

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June 6, 1930 THE CHALK LINK 7 ARE WE GOOD SPORTS (Continued from page five) their feelings by sobs and tears. I’d say that they’re real sports; but to be sure, ask—oh, well just any of us. We, who attend all the assembly exercises, filling our regular assigned seats, and come out wearing a look of over-enjoyment, are certainly to be classed as sports —even as Spartans. What could be a stronger test for a real sport than to find this big-hearted classmate, who never becomes sulky, when the Dean refuses to gratifv all his desires? For instance, one day Raymond asked Dean Burleson to excuse him from his Bible class. Upon close ques¬ tioning, Raymond was forced to admit, “Well—er, Dean Burleson, you see—I think my best girl friend will be in town at that hour.” Another conception of what a good sport on our campus would be—The one who holds his “chin up” after receiving very cutting remarks from either Mr. Rogers or Miss Mathews, accompanied by a large red “F”. Looking for a good sport, one might inquire, “Is he a good leader for the senior class, or is he a highly divine character? Has he intellectual ability befitting such a dignified position, or has he the “most irresist¬ ible” wave in his auburn hair? Does he use tact, di¬ plomacy, and discretion, or does he use the most tanta¬ lizing perfume? Is he the best dressed man on the campus? Has he a vital, forceful school spirit, or has he a most heavenly coupe?” There are so many splendid examples of a good sport in our class that I cannot attempt to give them all to you, but if you have been a close observer, you will have to say that every member of our class is a good sport —characterized by a spirit of generosity, co¬ operation, un-selfishness, cheerfulness, martyrdom, in¬ dependence, pride, and dignity —perhaps. —M. E. W. SENIOR NOTES Miss Josephine Miller tells us that she is planning on a big summer—visiting in Bulls Gap, Atlanta, Ga., and Hickory, N. C. Miss Esther Choate is looking forward to a big year of teaching next year, either in Knoxville or Chat¬ tanooga. Miss Edna Coleman will begin work on her Mas¬ ters Degree at the University of Tennessee this sum¬ mer. Edward L. Stanley will continue his school work at U. T. this summer. Miss Nelle Robinette is planning a big trip to California for the summer months. Miss Thelma Dingus is undecided as to her where¬ abouts for the summer, but we have heard her mention Florida for next year. One of our seniors is about to go to the University of Chicago for further study. We wish you luck, James Otis. Rodney McNabb hasn’t had enough work with books during his college career, so he is accompanying Puckett and Nicely on their book selling expeditions this summer. We will miss Mrs. Archer down at the Training School next year, but we know she’ll get a good place to teach. Mrs. Shubert will continue her school work, teach¬ ing in the grammar school of Wartburg, Tennessee. Ross Walker is hoping to be a big Superintendent of County Schools in Hawkins County. Remember you’ve promised all of us a job, Ross. Misses Helen Hodges, Julia Brewer, and Elizabeth Jones are planning to be near their “Ole Alma Mater” next year. Miss Mary Louise Mundy will not be so far away, if she goes to Bristol to teach. Miss Una Armstrong is fortunate to be close home in her work next year. Miss Mary Wilson will be among our students who visit Washington, D. C., this summer. WHO’S WHO IN THE CLASS OF ’30 Best Cook Most Business-like Best housekeeper . Best teacher Most accurate Most helpful Most patient Handsomest Most conscientious Most popular Most ambitious Most eloquent Biggest flapper Most talented Most scientific Most athletic Most talkative Most infinitesimal Most modest Best loved Most industrious Most artistic Most courteous Most intelligent Most sympathetic Most thoughtful Best natured Most timid Most forgetful Happiest- Most studious Most humorous Quietest -B. Archer R. Barry Mrs. Coleman R. H. Burkhart U. Armstrong Mrs. Boren F. Bradshaw J. R. Walker E. Stanley H. Hodges J. Master son E. Dunn E. Howard T. Dingus R. Snodgrass E. Choate E. Coleman J. Miller M. Wilson M. Mundy C. Shubert J. Brewer M. Robertson R. McNabb D. Deakins N. Robinette W. Miller J. Henderson M. Lyon H. Bowman E. Jones E. Ellison L. Campbell THE WRITER’S AWARD The writer’s award is a gold medal with a T. C. monogram crossed by a quill. It is awarded to the Editor-in-chief of the Chalk Line who serves two quar¬ ters or longer, and also to those students who during any one school year meet the following conditions: 1. College news reporter to local paper for two weeks, and publication in the Chalk Line of at least ten articles totaling not less than 3,000 words. 2. Publication in a periodical of one article. 3. Approval of Student Activities Committee. Those who have already received the award are: Ellen Mullinex, Curtis Donahue, Agnes Scharer, Edrie Matthews, Bonnie Matthews, Una Armstrong, and Rod¬ ney McNabb. E. L. C.

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June 6, 1930 THE CHALK LINE 9 CO-OPERATION “We hand together—or, we hand separately” When Ben Franklin first uttered these words of evident and significant truth; he had in mind nothing more than complete and steadfast cooperation—that cooperation essential for the preservation of life and the pursuit of happiness. Such cooperation was neces¬ sary in his day; to free our forefathers from their an¬ cestral bondage. It has been necessary ever since; to wave the banner of freedom over a progressive nation and to pilot our sacred ship of state with impunity. And it shall ever continue to be of utmost importance in keeping our great nation afloat among the principalities of the world. No less is true of our educational institutions throughout the nation today. If they are to function with creditable proficiency; they must be filled with co¬ operative students—students imbued with a zealous ini¬ tiative and a burning desire for progress. Whenever the student body of a college is dormant; disorganized; dis¬ interested; disloyal; or unharmonious in its participation in, and development of; extra-curricular activities; it is only a matter of time until the fame and prestige of such an institution shall sink into eternal oblivion. Yea; oblivion and complete forget fulness; all because the Big Family is lacking in that prime essential— cooperation! Now; to the pith; point; and purpose of this article; which is; “so sad, but too true No year within the history of our Alma Mater, has less cooperation or more dormancy been shown, than has been the grevious quota accorded the senior class this year. Of course no one was to blame for this—It’s always the other fellow— We realize that! We’re all all right—We admit there’s nothing wrong with us! If anything; me have perhaps worked just a little too hard! Yeah, we’ve been excel¬ lent as a prize-herd of MOLLUSCS. We; the student body, hesitate and deliberately balk when urged; begged; or implored to go beyond our mere academic activities. We have been too short-sighted and narrow-minded to see and realize that such hesitation is to our own discredit and degradation. We have failed to note the applicability of these other important ac¬ tivities in the role of our future life. Our vision has been dimmed and our wits have been dulled by our self- crucifying pursuit of scholastic renown. Our friends; we’ve neglected; our school, we’ve forsaken; and our- selveS; we’ve condemned, in our efforts to attain mere literary or scientific skills and knowledges. Do the few extra academic benefits and knowledges thus attained, warrant the sacrifice and effort required for such attainment? Would it not be more sensible to exert our surplus energies pulling with the Bight toward the high mark of a more perfectly balanced Whole? I can conceive of no rational and accountable human be¬ ing, who cannot see his or her mistakes after they’ve been made. Then, if it be true that we can see those mistakes—“not after it’s too late, but in time never to make the same again”; why not apply the formula, “his¬ tory repeats itself,” and be prepared to inoculate simi¬ lar situations with co-operation, as they bob up in life s pathway “of roses”? —R. C. M. JUNIORS ENTERTAIN SENIORS “Give me a bean,” “I want a bean!” No, this is not another essay on the cafeteria stand-by—the time- honored bean. We had beans on the Junior-Senior pic¬ nic, but glory of glories, we didn’t have to eat them; we played games with them. You see, Halleen, the ob¬ ject was to see who could collect the most beans by getting other members of the party to say “yes” or “no.” Well, that was how it all started, but you “aint heard nothin’ yet.” With a “poop-poop-a-doop-loop- loop” we sure thought that Helen Kane had descended into our midst, but that was just another game; and from the shouts that arose, one would imagine that we were having roll call, but that was all a part of the game. Now, it was cold up on top of Bob Taylor’s Hill, and when Iola announced that the party would proceed further up the hill, and when we got a whiff of the coffee, it wasn’t very long before we were all seated around a crackling camp fire trying to comfort our shiv¬ ering members. Now, there was only one tree close to the fire, and do you know who had already propped himself against it—Mr. Field. Of course we, who had not been up there as long as he, could not accuse him of having done nothing but sit there all the time, but we believe he had a guilty conscience, because he cried all during the meal. There I have jumped right into the eats without even meaning to, but of course you knew that at a picnic we would eat sooner or later—perhaps both, but it was not any too soon, because that chilly wind and climb up the hill had given us all a good appetite. I hope there were no representatives of the “anti-tea and coffee league” present, for we surely did drink plenty of it, and they might have thought that people who drunk that much coffee would not be fit to instruct the Youth of the country. But with all the coffee and a run down the hill, we were not warm, and what did the Reeces do, but in¬ vite us in to sit by their fire until we were thawed out again. Now, I know you think that was all that could possibly have happened at a picnic, but no, those juniors simply could not do enough. On Staten’s porch was a huge bowl of punch, and inside they were having all sorts of contests—what with the flat iron on the mantle piece and tea can on the piano, we could barely wait to find out what was going to happen next. With music and fun, we forgot the time, until someone rounded up us seniors, in order that we might express, to a slight degree, our appreciation of such a peppy outing, by giving a few lusty yells. Again—Three cheers for the Juniors! —H. H.