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

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26 THE CHALK LINE June 3, 1932 AN APPRECIATION Our faculty at the State Teachers College, Johnson City, is one that we are very proud of, and justly so. Why are we proud of them? Our faculty is composed of some of the most learned men and women of the Southeast. They all have Masters and Doctors degrees from the most reputable teacher training institutions of America. Each one is well fitted for his or her position. We are proud of our faculty because they are human. We honor and respect our faculty and recognize their greatness over us, and yet we are not afraid to speak to them outside the class¬ room. There is never a day too busy nor too dreary for Miss Yoakley to give one a smile and a greeting. And can’t we all just see Dean enter the class room with his cheery smile and Good Morning Students”? As for Dr. Field, does one ever know when he is serious and when he is joking? Even our President is quite human. His dignified features frequently break into a smile, and so on down the line we have learned to love, honor, and obey” our faculty. Our faculty is a growing faculty, that is, they are always on the lookout for new knowledge, and new and better methods of doing their work. Each year we have different members away on leave of absence, either traveling or studying in the larger institutions of America and Europe. Our faculty always has the interest of the in¬ stitution at heart. Several of them have seen its progress from birth to the institution it now is. They have seen its enrollment rise from sev¬ enty-five as a Normal school to nearly twelve hun¬ dred as a College. To the students of this College, this year’s has proved the real steel of our faculty. Depres¬ sion all around us, yet our faculty kept that smil¬ ing countenance, never slacking in their great work. Words fail to express our appreciation for our faculty, and as we leave our Alma Mater, and go out into the future, we will continue to appreciate them more and more. And in the great future which now lies before us, we will learn to deeply appreciate the words of that great author who said, I am a part of all I have met.” The Value of The Teachers College To East Tennessee Located in the heart of the Appalachian Moun¬ tains of East Tennessee the State Teachers Col- lge of Johnson City has a most invigorating climate the year around for school work. The cite overlooking the city and facing the Blue Ridge mountain is most favorable as well as beau¬ tiful. One cannot be upon the campus long with¬ out developing a deep appreciation and love of nature from the surroundings. The value of State Teachers College to East Tennessee is inestimable. First, we might con¬ sider the value from an economic viewpoint. There is a great economic gain especially for Johnson City. An average of six hundred stu¬ dents are on the campus the year around and they patronize the local industries continuously. Not only for food and clothing, but many coming from rural districts and small towns have their den¬ tal work, physical examinations, etc., done while here. During the past two years the Col lege has initiated an annual health program through the cooperation of the County Health Department, local physicians and clubs. Great service is be¬ ing rendered to children within the city and sur¬ rounding communities free of charge. The value of the tonsil and adenoid operations remains to be seen in the physical and mental development of the two hundred and sixty-four children ad¬ ministered to this year. Great yet is the educational service rendered to the community at large. Many educational programs are brought to East Tennesee by the College which could not be had otherwise. A higher type of citizen is given to East Tennessee. The small expense at which they may attend Teachers College enable many students who are not able to go away to school an opportunity to attend college. The College affords special train¬ ing for teachers. Its one aim being preparation for the teaching profession creates a special at¬ mosphere which strengthens and develops the student along such lines. The College offers the highest type of training, for the standards of the College are of the highest. The values of the State Teachers College to East Tennessee are enumerable and can only be realized by observation of the development of its people. UNCLE JOHN Uncle John was what we called him, And no other name we knew; Courteous to all who met him, Courteous to me and you. He and his car seem to be one; Firmly fixed in memory; By their accommodating run, For no better do we see. Many remember Uncle John, With his kindliness and cheer, Accustomed much to him while here They will miss him when he’s gone. Uncle John will be remembered, For his friendship good and strong, That will last as long as he does, Be his time here short or long. —Roy McLain. Bill Scheerer: Well, I’m famous as Napoleon now.” Enoch Harville: How come?” Bill Scheerer: I went down in history today.”

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June 3, 1932 THE CHALK LINE dnoii-fBp immoral Tir 0, seniors, we must so soon part from you, For your college race is almost won, And it is for us, who must remain, to bid you adieu, And tell you how we appreciate the things you have done. For four long years amid Freshmen noise and clamorous din, You ' ve worked, and been so faithful, loyal, and true, Always striving to uphold T. C. ' s honor, thru thick and thin, And give every one his just and rightful due. No more will we gaze at you in awe, As you tread so stately down the hall, No more will we Freshmen and Sophs so raw, Hear your welcome step and friendly call. It grieves our heart to let you go, but it must be, For we must all part some day and time, So let us rejoice because at last you are free To reap the good things of life in your prime. May we hope to do half so well as you have done, As we slowly tread the upward way so drear, And may your memory linger with us until our race is run, Cheering our pathway with the assurance that there ' s nothing to fear. —Ennis Howard Posey.

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June 3, 1932 THE CHALK LINE 27 MUSIC FESTIVAL On March 10th and 11th the Teachers College Auditorium furnished a rendezvous for musical organizations of upper East Tennessee. About twelve hundred people participated in the pro¬ gram on one of these two days. For the initial appearance of this activity into the school pro¬ gram the success was beyond anticipation. For weeks the Festival Committee headed by Mr. H. T. Norris, of the Music department, assisted by Miss Frances Mathes and Mr. P. W. Alexander, worked and planned toward their goal—an en¬ riched musical experience of decided educational value for the people of East Tennessee. The Elementary and Junior High schools furnished the program on the afternoon of March 10th. Each organization present presented one number and as a fitting climax joined together in singing several familiar songs. Fourteen High School organizations performed on the night of March 10th. Besides individual numbers they coperated in either the chorus en¬ semble, the orchestra or band ensemble. The per¬ formance of every number was praiseworthy, showing training and skill. Friday night was a grand climax to the meet¬ ing when the College Glee Clubs served as a nucleus for a large Community Chorus of two hundred voices. The Wednesday Morning Music Club and the various choirs of Johnson City aug¬ mented the College organizations. The entire group united in the singing of a Bach Chorale, Ave Vernum (Mozart), Lovely Appear (Gounod’s “Redemption”), Landsighting (Grieg), and 0, Turn Ye (Gounod’s “Gallis”). Miss Freddie Lee White, soprano, and Mr. Charles Broyles, bari¬ tone, sang the solo parts. This is probably the largest gathering of local musicians which has ever occurred and the cooperation was splendid. The Teachers College should feel justly proud of its sponsorship of such an affair. If, as it is now planned, this becomes an annual event, the scope will be gradually widened to include a much greater number of participants. COULD YOU IMAGINE Mr. Joe Willie Worley, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. Paul B. Worley, of Emory, Virginia, became the happy bridegroom of Miss Gladys Presley, of Johnson City, at half-past high noon today. The ceremony took place at the home of the groom’s parents, and a full house was counted. Mr. Wor¬ ley was attended by Mr. William W. Belew as groomsman, and by Master Sevier Sabin, Jr., as ring-bearer. As the groom approached the im¬ provised altar, he was the cynosure of all eyes. Blushing prettily, he replied to the question of the clergyman in low but firm tones. He was charmingly clad in a three-piece suit consisting of coat, vest and trousers. The coat, of dark material, was draped about his shoulders and tastefully gathered under the arms. A pretty story was current among the wedding-guests that the coat was the same one worn by his father and grandfather on their wedding days. Mr. Worley does not deny the truth of this sentimen¬ tal touch. The vest was sleeveless and met in the front. It was gracefully fashioned with pockets, and at the back was held together with a strap and buckle. Conspicious on the front of the vest was the groom’s favorite piece of jew¬ elry, a large Red Cross button, and from the up¬ per left-hand was suspended a large Ingersoll watch, the bride’s gift to the groom, which flashed and gave the needed brilliancy to a cos¬ tume in perfect taste and harmony. The groom’s trousers were of dark worsted, and were suspended from the waist, falling in straight lines almost to the floor. The severe simplicity of the garment was relieved by the right pantalet, which was caught up about four inches by a Boston garter worn underneath, re¬ vealing just an artistic glimpse of brown Hole- proof hosiery above the genuine leather shoe, laced daintily with real strings of the same color. The effect was distinctly chic. Beneath the vest, the groom wore blue gallus¬ es, attached fore and aft to the trousers and pass¬ ing in a graceful curve over each shoulder. This pretty and useful part of the costume would per¬ haps have passed unnoticed had not the groom muffed the ring when the groomsman passed it to him. When he stooped over to recover the errant circlet, the cerulean blue of the galluses was prettily revealed. Glances of unfeigned appreci¬ ation and approval were exchanged by several fathers among the assembled guests, who expect soon to give their own sons in marriage. The groom’s neck was encircled by a collar characterized by a delicate pearl tint of old-fash¬ ioned celluloid, and around the collar a cravat was loosely knotted, exposing a collar-button of bright metal, polished to a dazzle. The cravat extended up and under the left ear with that studied care¬ lessness which makes supreme artistry in dress. Mr. Belew’s costume was essentially like that of the groom, and as the two stood at the altar, a hush of admiration enveloped the audience at the complete and wonderful harmony of raiment. Actually you could not have told one from the other had it not been for the tiny patch of court- plaster worn by the groom over a nick in his chin, perhaps the effects of nervousness in his preparation for the wedding, and the Tusculum fraternity pin which was presented to him by a former competitor for the hand of Miss Presley. Demure little Master Sabin was becomingly costumed in a bewitching ensemble, consisting of riding-breeches of strained-honey or khaki color, a yellow sweater, sturdy high-top boots, sur¬ mounted by blue wool socks the tops of which were attractively edged in red. His hair was be¬ comingly coiffured in the latest Mark Twain tousle. His natural peach-bloom complexion was charmingly heightened by a discreetly concealed use of Palm Olive—verily, the heighth of art is to conceal its artistry.