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

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10 THE CHALK LINE June 6, 1930 CORA HORNSBY SCHUBERT Wartburg, Tenn. “Good nature and good sense do ever join ” Home Economics, English, Science Sapphonian; Y. W. C. A. MARGARET D. ROBERTSON “Peggy” Johnson City, Tennessee “ Entranced , I saw a vision in a cloud” Modern Languages, English, History Pi Sigma; French Club; German Club; Business Manager Chalk Line, ’30; May Queen, ’29. ELMER COWAN DUNN “Prof” Johnson City, Tennessee “Be a man and let the world know who you are” Science, History, English Pestalozzian; Dramatic Club, ’30. JOSEPHINE E. MILLER “Jo” Johnson City, Tennessee “A face with gladness overspread; soft smiles hy human kindness bred” Latin, English, German, History Carson and Newman College, ’27; Pi Sigma; Presi¬ dent Latin Club, ’27- 28 ; Dramatic Club; Glee Club; Tennis Club; Vice President Pi Sigma, ’30; Joke Editor Chalk Line, ’30; Secretary Senior Class, ’30; Literary Editor Annual, ’30; German Club. UNA LOIS ARMSTRONG “Unie” Greenback, Tennessee “Loved and respected by all” Mathematics, English, Home Economics Sapphonian; Critic Sapphonian, ’28; President Sap¬ phonian, ’29; Chalk Line Staff, 29-’30; President Y. W. C. A., ’29-’30; Chaplain Y. W. C. L, ’28- ’29; Vice President Senior Class, ’30; Writer’s Award, ’30.

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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.

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June 6, 1930 11 THE CHALK LINE SENIOR ADVICE To Freshmen: Every freshman of today needs courage. It makes but little difference in what field of activity he enters; whether it be a continuation of his school work or some¬ thing else, he will find that competition is keen and if he does not have abundant courage, he cannot hope to reach the top. However, I am not going to say very much about success, though I assure you that such a thing is not to be despised. I am merely going to mention a few things for you to think about. The great mass of freshmen of today merely drift along with the crowd, and say, “What’s the use?” This is the coward’s attitude. It is the pusillanimous whine of the weakling. It is the excuse of the traitor. Often, a freshman, in his conceit, thinks himself of far more importance than he is, and overestimates his capabilities at every point; however, it is not always what he thinks himself to be, that determines what he is, but according to the quality of thought that he ac¬ knowledges, or recognizes as a part of himself, that fash¬ ions the balance of reality in which he is weighed. College life is all a struggle. Within or without, there are conditions against which you, as freshmen, must contend. Your very existence is a series of efforts and struggles crowned by either success or failure, and your right to remain among your classmates as an intel¬ ligent student, depends upon the measure of your capac¬ ity to successfully combat all the elements of fear with¬ out and the enemies of truth and virtue within. Now, to arrive at a means of combating these unfriendly ele¬ ments should be your primary goal. To the ambitious student, college life is a brilliant game—a game to be won, in the long run, by the quick eye and the steady hand. The freshman who pities him¬ self because he has to work, is in for a hard time. A large number of freshmen are ground down on the grind¬ stone of life during their first term of college, while others snap out of it and fall in line with the victorious. Freshmen of the victorious class always form a neat, useful background for great portraits to be painted upon, and they make a receptive audience for the active spirits to play before. There is one thing for you to do. WIN. Win the battles of a freshman—try not to gener¬ al maneuvers of a senior battalion. You’ll either take on a polish or you’ll corrode—it all depends on the kind of stuff that’s in you. L. E. H. To Sophomores: We, the members of the senior class of 1930, having weathered the storm and stress consequent upon the two years you are now destined to endure; and, by virtue of our triumph, having been ordained by the “powers that be” to prescribe the regulations which must govern your conduct and pursuits for two years hence, feel con¬ strained to point out publicly your most sacred obliga¬ tions and rigid requirements and to admonish you to faithfully discharge and fulfill the same. Your first and highest duty will be to consecrate yourselves to the important task of bringing such pres¬ sure to bear on your county and city superintendents, boards of education, local boards, sub-local boards, mag¬ istrates, preachers, elders, and others of any political consequence, as will induce them to provide jobs for every member of our class at salaries of not less tha n $50.00 per month, and for a term of at least one school year. Subsequently, you are to return to our Alma Mater and deport yourselves in a manner befitting successors and protegees of so great a class. In your scholastic pursuits, be mindful that you obey your teachers and prepare your assignments con¬ scientiously and diligently. Failure to read every line or to solve every problem laid out for you, will inevit¬ ably undermine your reputation, degrade your charac¬ ter, and pave the way for your utter ruin. All notes we have taken shall be consigned to consuming flames; and any attempt, on your part, to salvage any part of them or to disturb their sacred ashes would amount to a crime sufficient to warrant certain and severe punishment. Any hopes you might entertain that your burdens will be made lighter for you, as you advance, are so vain as to occasion authoritative remonstration. You are reminded that you are about to begin your directed teaching. We must insist that you give the same lesson every day, so that your performance will make a lasting impression on official observers, which is a “consummation devoutly to be wished.” Although you may have taught a dozen years, one mistake here will spell your doom. We must reluctantly surrender our standing room in the library. If you should be so fortunate as to in¬ herit a portion of the same, receive it in the spirit in which it is given, always remembering that it has been dedicated to tense muscles and aching bones. Failure to observe regulations of silence and obedience will auto¬ matically require expulsion from the library and call down on your heads the wrath of the faculty and your predecessors. Finally, your behavior with reference to social reg¬ ulations should be restrained and exemplary. You are expected and warned to repel any temptation to trifle with the companionable instincts of those of The oppo¬ site sex. In your sophomore year you are admonished to practice the virtue of utmost seclusion from would-be lovers, never permitting yourself to communicate pur¬ posely or accidentally, meet formally or informally can¬ didates for your affection. Strictly observe every ex¬ postulation from officials never to permit yourself to be thrown in the presence of such company either in a ve¬ hicle or in a theatre. By the time you shall have reached your senior year, all your ambitions and hopes for conjugal relations should be paralyzed, and you should be resigned to the fate of celibacy as practiced by nuns and priests. With these words of advice and encouragement, we commend you to the future and await your destiny with eagerness. —L. M. C. To Juniors: Commencement! Another long year or ttiuo - and you’ll begin to experience the all-inclusive meaning of this word. There is still a long, long trail a windin ' , over which you must journey before you can leave be¬ hind you the slain enemy of ignorance. Juniors, do you know of any shifters among your lot? Better kick them out. Take this dope from me— no extra charge, there’s one teacher—only one—on our faculty, who simply detests such folks. You’d better stay clear of his classes, and don’t let him catch you (Continued on page 13)