Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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That Be A kindly manner, an intriguing Scotch dialect- and accompanying humor, an understanding and appreciation of humanity — these characterize Dr. Walter Aitkcn, pastor of St. Paul ' s Methodist Church and president of the Nebraska Wesleyan Board of Trustees. Wisdom is the key-note of the personality of Dean Emeritus F. A. Alabaster. : Iany years of service to Nebraska Wesle.van have made him the most loved figure on the campus. His dry wit has brightened many an otherwise dull chapel. Students look at Dean .Mly and hope that they may some day achieve a part of the wisdom and personality which he has and with which he is so generous. Eiit insiasw for Nebraska Wesleyan is brought to scores of Nebraska hi jh school students each year by the efforts of Field Secretary .Alfred V. Hunter. .An- nually he speaks to students in hundreds of high schools and his enthusiasm is such that i-t penetrates to the students who eventually follow him to our campus. Reasons for attending Wesleyan and motives for actions are investigated by Dr. Roy W. Deal, Professor of Education and Director of Student Personnel. His students find him interesting and learn much of adapta- tion to college life and education methods from him. Openings are found by Bertram E. McProud for students in the Teachers College of which he is Dean. Not only is he helpful to his students in finding posi- tions for them upon their graduation, but he is a source of help for them in their undergraduate days. .Many a i)lue-teacher-I-hope-to-be has found in Dean Mc- Proud the friend who is so much needed. Sagacity for business is the prime characteristic of James E. Hartley, our Treasurer and Business Manager. To him is given the problem of financing the school, and no easy job has it been during the last few crop- less years. But the job is not too much for him and he can always take time off to talk ways and means with an. - student who is hard pressed for funds. Director Bennett Dr. Hnnter Miss Mueller Mr. Bartley Mrs. Bishop Miss Lenjest . l-tumn, 19.i7 11

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Trust is inspired in evcryimo wlm knows Ihe nPni il and popular Dr. Waller K. AilUeii, President of Iho Hoard of Trustees, Acting Chancellor of Nebraska Wesleyan iniiversity. and chief of The Powers That Be. Every Wesleyanite looks forward to Dr. .Xitken ' s chapel speeches. His Scotch humor and accent are two things that combine to make every student, for one day in the year, forget his books and .i;ive himself up Id ihc pure joy nf lislcnini to and l.iunhini; wit ' i our own 1 )r. Ailken. Hopes for future careers are inspired in the hearts of the students who enter the music department of which I ' rof. Oscar Bennett is the Director. His cheery good nature and attitude of hopefulness have helped many a student along the hard path of a musical career. EncoiirancuH ' nt to freshmen, advice to senior leaders, and motherly talks to all are just a few of the duties of our Dean of Women, Miss Bernice Halbert. Many problems are presented for her solution daily, and all who ask are helped to a better way of living. The Powers Popularity has been achieved by C. Horton Talley, Dean of Men and Dean of the College of Liberal Arts. His success has been won through an understanding of student problems and a desire to help them. His medi- cine usually includes a dose of advice plus a hearty laugh thus Ijringing about immediate cure. Despite busy days full of his duties as Dean his thoughts I ' md time to run to the debate squad which he ably and interestinglv directs. Dean Talley Dean Alabaster Miss Sloniger Miss Snow Sitpt. Brox Prof. Deal 10 Plainsman

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PEN O THE PLAI NS INTO rill-; SUXSET On a rise of dislant prairie Kaciiiij westward with the sun, Stands in silent, lonely worship One alone, the ehiet ' lain ' s son. Knows that as the day is dyin;; So his race is dyins; ton: That in every fadin.n sunset Death awaits the morning di ' w X ' iews once more the rollini; prairie, Distant hills and endless plains, Huffalo herds already numbered H the riders of the range. Huntins grounds are thickly settled. Farm homes blossom on its sod, Prairie fires blaze no longer, . 11 must heed the white man ' s (jod. -Ml the trails are growing dimmer. Highways reach the prairies o ' er .Ml too soon a day is dawning When his west will be no more. When each dawning sunrise hastens. Passing days in quick ' ning pace, Till at last the fading twilight Closes o ' er a dying race. Minnie Ki.emme. ♦ ■ ♦ The world moves swiftl ' by on rushing feet ; The ring of footsteps echoes loud and clear. A hectic clamor swells from far and near . ' s living forces surge and draw and meet. A certain grimness hangs above the street Where speed is king, for all the world to cheer — And ever and again falls on the ear The madly pounding footsteps beat on beat I Oh, I would pause to listen if I could To children ' s laughter, crickets in the dark. The birds, the morning breezes, music, tears — Forget the rush and worry as I stood To listen for the things I love — but hark — The pounding of the footsteps in mv ears. •f Dei, MAR XUETZM.4N. TO . mi: 1.1 1 .MorSE Oh snug is the home of the field mouse ' .Neath a shock at the end of the field Till at last the hand of the farmer Claims its home as .1 part of his jield. ' I ' hen swift are the feet of the field mouse As it hurries its babes of the field To a home ' neath the shade of a fence post With a sunflower to serve as a shield. . nd there, while it i|uivers in terror Lest a heel descend on its head. It shelters the little gray field mice As a mother on guard o ' er a bed. Minnie Ki.emme. ■ ♦ ♦ A SONNET .Mas, to us a lesson was assigned Which seemed to me to be of little cause In this, a world .so greatly undermined Ily communistic, socialistic flaws. What use have we for sonnets soaring high With ornate language, solving nothing now, But giving solace to the spineless fry ? . nd so I pondered long on wrinklerl brow. Weighing Keats and Shelley with this land Chaotic now with labor, law and strife. Shelley appeared to me one night at hand .• nd helped me solve this problem in my life. These words were ungu:nt to my burning mind ; If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Betty Gi.ines. • ■ - Too long and too w;ll did I love you .• nd I had you too long. Why did you leave me with cup at my lip . nd red wine of life on my chin? Each drop that I drink now is hemlock And every small smile is a satyr ' s mad grin That beckons me onward to seek What I know is not there. For you, whom I loved more than life . re now gone and no longer care. Elizabeth. 12 Plainsman