Howard Payne College - Lasso Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

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ITHE L..A.ff'Ol LOUIS ELMER WINEBRENNER, JR Class Mascot lI920l , 29 '

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Cl ITHE l.A.f.fO I Q U ' JUNIOR CLASS Nealie Moore Glen Gill Josephine Belser ' .Neal Greer H. Grady Harcrow Brooks Green W. R. Hamburg 'I' r H9201 U 28

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ITHEI l.AffO I AS A DAY IN OUR SIGHT - ETWEEN the land of youthful aspirations and the land of their attain- ment, there is a long, straight and narrow trail leading out through a sparcely inhabited country with occasionally an attraction which allures the wayfaring man. There are many difficulties to be encountered along this way, and many are they that fall by the wayside. To make this trip one needs to start early in lifels morning with travel- ing equipment and rations for the day. In the beginning of this journey wc were warned, by those who have made it, of the roughness of the road, the strain of the weather and the distance stretching ahead toward the coveted goal. The party that started over this trail in 717 were fifty-five in number. All started well with only a few becoming discouraged at the very beginning. Along toward the heat of the day when the fascinations of the morning had begun to fade, the dew drops lost their sparkle and were kissed by the sun from the grass blades, the song-bird's chatter in the trees ceased to be as merry as in the pleasant beginning of the day. All became weary of the journey, burnt with the heat, and disparaged by the stretching distance fol- lowing along the narrow trail leading straight through the midst of it all, which then seemed only to terminate in a yawning infinity. Here we came to a stream of water, clear as a crystal, on whose banks grow life's shade- trees, whose cool shades offer comfort and refreshment to all who pass that way. To those allurements twenty of our number fell victims. Resuming the journey we reached a place where we overlooked a valley, the most beautiful that one could imagine. It was a sea of living, resplendent beauty-yet how almost useless-good for nothing but to satisfy the pas- sio11s of a nature worshipper, and to seize the eye of the traveler from his goal. Yet, as worthless as this valley is, there were fifteen- of our number who chose to drop out of the procession and remain there. The others of the party followed the trail, ascended the plateau where nature's sweetness again surrounded us. From this position we could see ahead signs of the approaching end, although it seemed to be yet far away. Here our rugged trail is to cross a smooth, paved highway, connecting two centers of human activity. On either hand we can hear the buzz and hum of industry in the citadels on this roadg we can hear the enticing calls to position and to pleasure. But with one glance backward over the trail and the perils that lurk outside, we turn again and see the gleam and the little trail leading directly toward our day's low descending sun, there comes the guiding impulse, which has thus far prompted us, to urge us to draw closer our ties of comradship and to choose the pursuit of our trail of preparation which in the twilight shall adorn our efforts with those essential endowment of a successful life-a trained intel- lect, a well-rounded character and a mastery of our own passions. lI9gOl