La Sierra College - Meteor Yearbook (Arlington, CA)

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fly the T-zezig 15 l38IIf-H By RICHARD Baowx . sun had set, a blazing, glorious thing, behind the ever-deepening shadows e- L . , . . . . K 'If A o the hills. lhe dull, lustreless gray-white of huge boulders showed indis- .v ef QL? YQ ' 'lil 4.. ' su 55112 tinctly against the dark slopes. Shadows deepened and gathered, merging together until the gloom of night blotted out the gray patches on the hillside. 'lille rugged outline of the hills, a vast sawtoothed shape bulking against the velvety sky, was dimly apparent. Little brilliant, cold stars came out, twinkling piuholes in the curtaining night. From somewhere a cool breeze, scarcely strong enough to stir the flowered curtains at the windows. But the curtains stirred. A boy sat within. He was new to the school, and the school was new to him. He sighed. It must be admitted that he was experiencing home sickness. He thought of his mother, the patient mother two wide States away, and sighed again, wishing with all his heart that he might be at home. Someone down the hall burst into song, a song that echoed from both ends of the hall. lt was a hymn, but it was sung with lusty vigor and could be heard anywhere in the building. I was sinking deep in sin, Far from the peaceful shore- The new lad had not heard this song before. He listened rather tiredly to see what the rest of the words were, but the unknown soloist abruptly changed his technique and whistled the rest of the tune. Someone came in the front door and walked the length of the hall downstairs, each step heavily proclaiming and empha- sizing the fact that he had worked all day and was very tired. The boy was lonely, lost for something to do, He wandered out on the porch. The moon was starting to silver the mountains, capped with snow. lt was not quite full and had just thrust a little sliver of its rim over one of the peaks. The boy was not entranced with its beauty, but vague thoughts, many of which he could hardly understand, formed and dissolved in his mind. The moon rose. It was bright and Cast queer shadows. lts poignant beauty pierced the boy's soul. All at once he felt cold and turned to go in. The inside of the dormitory was quite warm. Oblivious to the -iostling stream of boys who were proceeding in the general direction of the boys' parlor, he climbed the stairs and went to bed. After a time he heard a bell ringing downstairs, but attached no importance to it, and soon went to sleep, unwittingly missing the evening worship. The moonlight fell palely on his coverlet, he dreamed 3 and he tossed and rolled about, tormented even in sleep by the feeling of strange surroundings. The days slipped into eternity. WVeeks piled up, months lay behind him. He was harder, keener, more alive physically and mentally. The poisons of an unwhole- some diet had been purged from his system, the vegetarian diet had made his whole fCu11fi1l1u'11 on jmgr' S61 Pnlgf' El4'i'1'II

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lfhy Is Souflzern California Junior College? By LLEWELLYN A. Witcox OUTHERN CALIFORNIA has no paucity of educational institutions. vw, 5 Neither are its schools deficient, whether in the scholasticism of their wa . instructors the efficiency of their methods, or their material advantages in equipment. Of their architecture the state can be proud. ln their technical facilities they have everything. And all this offered with free transportation to that young American who will have it, without money and without price. NVhy, then, La Sierra, with its unpretentious buildings, its limited equipment, and its tuition charges? There is one reason and one only--God. ln these splendid schools with their learned faculties and their scientific opportunities, there is a lack, for which nothing material or intellectual, can ever compensate. It is God. The first great goal of life is the discovery of the purpose for which it is. Southern California Junior College exists to teach the meaning of existence. lts chemistry and history and rhetoric are incidental. Its system of education is built upon this-that the truth behind all truth, without which life is purposeless, and knowledge pointless, is God. lVe have lost something youth needs, we must find what it is and put it back, says a noted journal of today. lt is God. lt is a positive faith in, and the over- mastering conviction of, a personal accountability to a personal God. What youth needs, and education needs, is God. Otherwise a Loeb, or a Leopold, or a Hickman! And that's why Southern California Junior College. VVe cannot hope to compete with other schools in the teaching of things artistic and scholastic, scientific and materialistic. Nor do we strive to. But we can teach the only thing that can save civilization-the power and the grace of God. We do not minimize one iota the intellectual, but we look upon it as valuable only because it is the means to the end. To seek art for art's sake is to be ignorant of artls object and art's joy. An education that places emphasis upon things is false to the aim it pretends to exist for. Therefore Southern California Junior College is a teacher not so much of flli1lg5, as of men and manhood, of women and of womanlzood. To dethrone the dollar and enthrone the soul, to save one's life by giving it away to others: to carry out a new and golden rule of grammar reversing the others: First person, God, second person, youg and third person, lg to reckon life's problems by the divine computation: Reckon it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations, not when you get out, to be more interested in a lion heart than a sheepskin, and to estimate a character more than a career, to live that one may live again-that's why Southern California Junior College. Page Tzvelre