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

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June 5, 1931 THE CHALK LINE 27 WHO’S WHO IN THE SENIOR CLASS Alma Ruth Brown . Frank Bryant ... Oscar Clark .... Kathleen Connor. Edna Daniels ... Dessa Deakins . Blanch Duncan Virgil Easley Mildred Ellison . Thomas Gardner.. Zella Mae Greene .. Lora Belle Grubb. Grace Hammer Lacy Harville . Sarah Hickey .. Frances Jackson . James Large .. Delmas Laws.. Rosalie Littlefield . Roy Lee McLain.. Mildred McLane . Dorothy May William Mayberry . Verdel Nicely .... Sherman Owen . Margaret Remine . Isabel R. Richmond ..... Pauline Richie.. Irene Rowe .. Aileen Ruble . Kathleen Smith Iola Staten Bertha June Tileman . Jessie Sniegocki . ... Most Artistic - Best Natured -- Most Athletic .. Best Cook -----. Most Sensitive - Best Mathematical .. Most Enthusiastic ... Most Eloquent . Most Popular ..Most Scientific .-. Most Sympathetic .... Most Confident Most Historical ... Most Forge tful .. Best Teacher Most Studious .—..Most Talkative .... Best Lover Most Likable .. Most Industrious Most Particular -----. Most Humorous Happiest .. Most Bashful Most Backward Most Musical Most Ambitious Most Accurate Most Conscientious .. Most Modest Most “Home Economical” .. Most Patient .... Quietest ..Most Business-like Pauline Ritchie got thin? Aileen Ruble spent a nickel? Dessa Deakins couldn’t ask questions? Rosalie Littlefield walked faster than a snail? Roy McLane got bald? Verdel Nicley couldn’t go to Jonesboro? W. C. Mayberry could make a five minute talk? Dorothy May couldn’t argue? Kathleen Conner didn’t play tennis? Isabell Richmond didn’t worry our dietities? Sarrah Hickey couldn’t offer suggestions? Zalla Mae Green was serious? Sherman Owen couldn’t obey rules? Blanch Duncan went car riding? Jessie Sniegocki didn’t make an A? Iola Staten couldn’t take physical “Edd.”? Irene Rowe didn’t make second honor roll? Edna Daniels was quiet? Oscar Clark couldn’t take industrial arts? Frank Bryant couldn’t debate? Alma Ruth Brown wasn’t artistic? Mary Armstrong couldn’t joke? A LESSON IN ART Into the heart of the sunset I gaze with awe sublime At the beauty of mingled colors blent On river and marsh and sky. Gold of Florida, green of the Nile, Opal, sapphire, and cerise; Pink of the sea-shells, flame of carmine, Turquoise and blue of Venice. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF— Bertha June Tileman answered unprepared? Jim Large couldn’t flirt? Grace Hammer got fat ? Lacy Harville couldn’t cuss? Delmas Laws couldn’t hold hands? Frances Jackson lost her interest in Biology? Mildred McLain wasn’t worried? Kathleen Smith stayed over the week-end? Virgil Easley got taller? Mildred Ellison didn’t pose? Lora Belle Grubb didn’t smile? Margaret Remine couldn’t primp? Thomas Gardner would lose his voice? Brooding alone at twilight In the marsh, a wary crane stands; One foot upraised, prepared for flight, At a sign of trespass from man. In the distance cattle are wading Dark forms against the sky, Motionless now and gazing; Silence supreme for a time. Slowly the colors are fading, The Miracle of the Day is done; The finishing touch of the Painter Makes river and sky as one. —E. F. D.

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26 THE CHALK LINE June 5, 1931 DIPLOMAS In East Tennessee an edifice has been built; a monument to the furtherance of education and a better understanding of the ways of living. Presently another crop of its disciples are to go forth to teach its gospel. We sincerely hope— and believe they will—fulfill their duties to the utmost. A full knowledge of this duty, we believe, has been instilled into them, so we look with con¬ fidence upon their future. But what about the time spent here! Students have come and gone; acquaintances have been made, and friendships formed. (May they endure.) Work has been done; hard exacting work. Pleas¬ ures have been enjoyed, to be enjoyed no more. It is over and we have come to the parting of the ways. It was inevitable—the law of nature. Let us carry with us a fondness for these friendships that have existed. Let each promise him and herself to renew these friendships as often as possible. However, we are not the first to go, nor shall we be the last. Teachers, too, have come and gone. All exerted an influence according to their attainments. Others will come and go. They, in turn, will be replaced, and so it is with all flesh— with all life. Jobe, as he viewed the rose with its beauty and fragrance, spend its few short days on the hills of Judea only to wither and die, and as he saw his flocks at graze spend their short alloted time realized the truth that all things earthly must part. So the chain of life goes on whether it be amid the hills of Galilee or at the end of Maple Street. Living is the gift of nature, but beautiful living is the gift of wisdom—education. So take what you have learned out into the world and use it well. Enjoy nature, for nature is life. But re¬ member that nature is kind only to those that love her, and exacting of those who disobey her laws. As it has been with others so shall it be with us. We are here today, and tomorrow we are scat¬ tered to the four winds. We are about to fore¬ gather here for the last time. Shall we meet again?—R. B. M. Dean B.: Now, tell me what you know about Milton.” Thomas G.: Milton was a famous English poet who got married and wrote Paradise Lost; then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Re¬ gained.” DIZZY RAMBLINGS Well! and well again well. I am about to re¬ ceive my sheep skin. Why it is called a sheep skin I don ' t know. For, although I have never had one in my hands, all I have ever seen looked like paper to me—and poor paper at that. Like ninety-nine per cent of the blokes that get them. Nevertheless, as I just remarked, I am about to get mine. My college career was literally thrust upon me. Really I didn ' t want to go, but father decided for me. He summed it up thus: Son,” said he, I have decided to live up to the family traditions and spend as much good money on you as possible, to make as little out of you as possible. If you stay home you are liable to amount to something, so I am packing you up, bag and baggage (his added statement concerning baggage was errone¬ ous) and carting you off for an education.” Father,” I replied, I will do my darndest to amount to nothing.” I refer you to the P-R-O-F-S. as to the extent of my success. Being a modest fellow (in some things) I don ' t like to boast, but I think I have achieved father ' s purpose. In fact —with a pardonable pride—I think I have myself. I have but two regrets: one that I have never had a raccoon coat and the other, (Borrower of borrowers) that I never learned to play the uku¬ lele. The first unhappy condition is due partly to the climate, for even with a raccoon coat the students here are under somewhat of a handicap. Up north the boys can wear their coats from the 1st of September until graduation, whereas, down here we have to put ours away much earlier, which necessitates the purchase of moth balls with money which could be spent on high balls. The latter condition is due entirely to my own inapti¬ tude. But nevertheless, I am graduating—to go home and show the Governor just how well I have fol¬ lowed his instructions. He should feel proud. —Roy B. McLain. We have been told in History class that petti¬ coat wars” are the worst ever. It is our convic¬ tion, however, that this age is much too modern for such frays. In Geography class we hear that women of South America wear as many as ten petticoats. They have been counted. We wonder if that is why there are so many revolutions in South America.

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28 THE CHALK LINE June 5, 1931 DREAMS Dreams play an important role in the life of every individual. The small boy looks forward eagerly to the day when he will win the coveted honor of being a member of the team. The little girl thinks of the time when she will wear the cap and gown—not that devoting scholastic at¬ tainment, but the one adorned with orange blos¬ soms. The inexperienced doctor dreams of be¬ coming a renowned surgeon, having constantly before him a mental picture of a great hospital, of which he is the director, where almost miraculous cures are effected, and of scores of white-capped nurses waiting for his directions. The struggling lawyer has visions of winning his first case, of be¬ coming well known for his legal ability, and of pleading his cases before the Supreme Court of his state. The minister dreams of a celestial world in which love, peace, and friendship pre¬ vail. Without dreams the world would be a veritable Sahara; man would give up hope and drift into the sea of despair; education and religion would lose its most important ally. Dreams seem to be universal; yet perhaps the person who has greatest need for them is the teacher. While she is trying to introduce Susie to the delights of Baby Ray, meanwhile attempting to prevent Johnny ' s sticking pins in the little girl in front of him and throwing spit balls across the room, it requires a great deal of courage and patience to keep from giving up in despair. To the teacher without dreams each child is only another cause for worry; while the teacher who knows how to dream effectively sees in each of the unpromising specimens of humanity before her a second George Washington or Abraham Lincoln. Each day ' s preparation becomes not just another lesson, but another link in the chain of physical and mental growth. The successful teacher is the one who dreams, who has high ideals, and puts these into daily use. The dreams ahead are a stimulus to creative thinking and purposeful activity. This idea has been very well expressed by Edwin Carlile Litsey, in: The Dreams Ahead What would we do in this world of ours, Were it not for the dreams ahead? For thorns are mixed with the blooming flowers No matter which path we tread. And each of us has his golden goal, Stretching far into the years; And ever he climbs with a hopeful soul, With alternate smiles and tears. That dream ahead is what holds him up Through the storms of a ceaseless fight; When his lips are pressed to warmwood ' s cup, And clouds shut out the light. To some its a dream of high estate; To some its a dream of wealth; To some it ' s a dream of a truce with fate, In a ceaseless search for health. To some its a dream of home and wife; To some, of a crown above. The dreams ahead are what make each life; The dreams, and faith, and love. —G. H. DOES A COLEGE EDUCATION PAY? To answer this question, I must limit some¬ what its scope. By a college education, I do not mean a course at a technical school. The ques¬ tion of the value of a technical education is one to be determined on its own merits. In consider¬ ing it, we must leave out most of the elements which make up the value of a college education. On the other hand, other elements enter which are more easily measured in dollars and cents. For today and for some years to come, the ma¬ terial losses of the Great War and the need of replacing them have thrown the utility of the engineer into high relief. The only questionings that may come to the graduate in engineering arise from the high wages of unskilled and semi¬ skilled workmen—munition workers at five hun¬ dred dollars a week and potato peelers at six dol¬ lars a day—but those conditions are probably only transitory. Nor do I refer to profesisonal education. Whether it pays to spend three to five years at a school of law or medicine or theology is not a ques¬ tion of whether that education pays, but whether the profession itself pays. The same is true to a lesser extent of teaching and related occupations. The real question about the college education here relates to its utility as a prerequisite to a professional course—a matter which I will dis¬ cuss later. Furthermore, I do not wish to ignore, though I cannot fully discuss, the question of the personal