Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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Senior Qlass Colors Green and White Flower Yellow Tea Rose Motto Deeds not Words. OFFICERS 1926-1927 First Semester President. . Harry Rudy Viee-President...............Pa u li n f. B f n edict Secretary. Ruth Knisei.y Treasurer. .............. Clair Lentz Second Semester James Althouse Agnes Ramsey Selma Sheei.er Clair Lentz First President........... J'iee-President. Secretary........ Treasurer. 1927-1928 Edward C. Kraft Sara Wise Anna Thomas Luthf.r Shade 1. Second Semester Edward C. Kraft Robert Wilmamer Anna Thomas Luther Shaded 1928-1929 First Semester President Vice- President. Secretary....... Treasurer. . . James R. Dagget Anna Thomas Sara Wise BENJAMIN F. WEA V ER Second Semester James R. Dagget Anna Thomas Sara Wise Benjamin F. Weaver Twenty -eight

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Faculty Sponsors Dr. ('handler When the staff realized the fact that it was necessary to have someone capable of supervising the financial phase of the work, l)r. Chandler was found to fill that need. His suggestions were practical, his insight clear, and we appreciate now the significance of his urgent requests not to consider this matter too lightly. Mr. 'Mc(‘omse And still the wonder grew How one small head could harbor all he knew. Goldsmith would not merely wonder bur. would stand in questioning amazement if he could see our literary advisor and class dean engaged in his many activities. We have taken advantage of Mr. McComscy not only in our group work but also in individual problems. His penetrating thought and a sense of bouyancy characterize his relationships with all, leaving a satisfying taste of work well done.” T Twnly-sntu

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i g - tTo tl n s o n 2. cj Say 'That I J oved UhCy School AY that I loved my school: write otily that Upon the stone above my res tin}' place; And they who read will know I often sat At windows white with starlit shadow lace And prayed for quiet on a restless sea. Say that I loved my school: write nothing more And I shall haunt old corners where men die, To watch the ridge of daybreak in a waiting sky I There soar the wings that beat eternally; And I shall talk until they hear the roar Of winter winds among the campus trees, Or see the rain sweep down across the blue And with swift fingertips unfold the new Bright springtime to the breeze. Dull not for praise of me the cutter s tool, fVritc simply this: say that I loved my school. zAlma Mater T iloirs not matter that you send me empty handed To where men’s passions leap the sky; You taught me that though brokenhearted, 1 must not stop to wonder why. But I must trust that God in patient love, Will guide a young bird’s foolish flight, Though high 1 fly, His winds will be above To bring me out of darkness into light. You did not teach me when to spread my wings, Or how to leave the nest without a fall; But you have told me that the brave soul sings And trusts to God to heal it all. So if I bruise my wings against the sky, Or find them struggling in the mire of earth, 1 shall go on, and praise my Alma Mater, That gave my brave, tree spirit birth. Twenty-flint m