Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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The crescent moon in silver lace Sails through a twilight sea, A lonely star slips down to scrape A silhouetted tree, And russet leaves like joyful children Scamper to and fro Followed by their eager shadows Which mimic as they go, — In misty light like veile ' d ghosts The clouds pass in parade, — We wonder at the secrets there — Are awe-struck, and afraid.

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LINES TO AN EDUCATION by the Editor From the edftor ' s window one may see The ageless leaves of wind-tossed ivy clinging to the bareness of a red brick wall; The solemn whiteness of village church spire merging into a scarlet splendor of autumn sunset; The blinking eyes of a small metropolis wear- ing a dress coat of black velvet darkness — One may hear The metallic mutterings of typewriters scurry- ing to meet the deadline ; The triumphant proclamation of chapel organ caressed by slender fingers; The buoyant, care-free laughter of co-eds, hand in hand; The nervous, sharp clatter of high-heeled slip- pers, and sombre padding of crepe-soled shoes - And one may feel — The vibrant, kaleidoscopic pattern of a college campus, silhouetted against a backgrond of autumn leaves. Pledges carrying evidences oj subordina- tion, upperdassvien proudly flaunting ban- ners of superiority, loyal students rxinning, tripp ' .ng, shouting, laiighing, rallying around Old Main. These, too, may be seen from the editor ' s loindow. Autumn, 1937

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10 YEARS AGO TODAY by DR. HAROLD L HANSEN, ' 28 More than ten years ago we dutifully followed in- structions, advice and in some cases commands, to enroll in the small institution known as Nebraska Wes- leyan University. Possibly some of us had hoped to attend schools with a wider (but not better) reputa- tion but all such foolish fancies were soon evaporated by the sincere welcome extended by faculty and stu- dents. The warmth of that welcome seemed never to diminish but served to develop the conviction that our presence was actually desired and that our welfare as individuals is a thing of importance to others as well as to ourselves. One decade of life away from our Alma Mater has taught us that this spirit of Wesleyan is not so widespread as it should be. Memories of our work and play during four short years at ' esleyan come to our minds in such pro- fusion that we cannot justify or catalog them. Iany of them are so much a part of our being, so intricately interwoven with our emotions, that we could no more give expression to them than we could draw a picture of mother love. Memories of our conquests and defeats in the field of sports stand out clearly. Even those of us who got our exercise on the side lines cannot help recalling that Wesle -an once shared the football championship of the Xorth Central Conference. The celebration of that victory took the form of a visit to Cotner College. The reception we received was rather cool and if memory serves us well our entrance to their College building was barred by someone wearing a Chemist ' s apron. Those of us who were members of social or schol- astic organizations retain many pleasant recollections of our close association with our fellows, . lthough the memory of these contacts has gradually merged with our thoughts of the school as a whole, they have left an indelible impression on us. We often w ' ish, when the going is hard, for some magic power to transport us back to the midst of the best friends we ever knew. It would at times even seem pleasant to undergo another rough initiation or help decorate a house for home- coming. Although we are past the age for sprintin.:? we still recollect with pleasure the times we have beaten someone to the best davenport in the sorority house. The ears have softened the memories of examina- tions and shot-gun quizzes and there remains with us the realization that we received our intellectual and spiritual training from as fine a .group of men and women as could be gotten together in one institution. There may be teachers of greater renown in other schools, but they are not better teachers. Our memories of days under their tutelage together with the later knowledge of the sacrifices that they have made and are still making constitute another lesson assignment from our teachers. We are still their students. The past ten ears have taken their toll of the beloved servants of our institucion. Our memory of Chancellor Schreckengast is more than a memory — it is an ever-present inspiration to try to do the right thing. When the writer enrolled at Xorthwestern Uni- versity he was greeted by the dean of the graduate school with the remark you are a graduate of a fine school ; the head of it is a scholar and a gentleman . It is characteristic of the former chancellors power over us that the remark concerning him was taken as a personal compliment. We pay tribute to Daddy Rose for his goodness of heart. Professor Lewis for his gentle but accurate criticisms. Professor Bishop for unlimited kindness and generosity, and to Miss Ken- nedy for outstanding loyalty. They did not live in vain. Christmas vacations a decade ago differed in no essential respect from those of today except pxBsibly in the size of the stocking. With the good wishes of our teachers and fellow students following us we deserted the Campus to visit the ones who gave us life and opportunity. ]Most of them were and still are people of limited means but generous hearts. The school and its students owe them a debt which can never be directly repaid but which must be discharged by our contributions to human welfare. (Continued on page 33) r;4 f c jf Ai y- m Autumn, 1937 Dr. H.arold L. H.axsex Xorthwestern Dental College, Chicago