Pittsburg State University - Kanza Yearbook (Pittsburg, KS)

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GREETINGS It always gives me great pleasure to extend greetings to the alumni, students, and friends of the Kansas State Teachers College, Pittsburg, Kansas. May I ask each one of you the question, what does K. S, T. C. mean to you? It should mean a new conception of the relations between the Alumni, the College, and the Student Body. It means that K. S. T. C. is not the sole property of any Board of Regents, College Faculty, or Ath- letic Council, but it is as well the property of the Student Body. It means that commencement and the sheepskin do not graduate us OUT of, but INTO a greater college relationship with more responsibilities, deeper devotions, and loyalties. It means that K. S. T. C. does not cease to serve, guide, and teach on that fair June day. It means that education is recog- nized as a life-long process in which K. S. T. C. should play an important part in “giving adult education to adults.” It means, furthermore, that the avenue to K. S. T. C. is no longer a one-way street, with traffic moving only toward the campus, but that there are now two lines of travel. Unless K. S. T. C, succeeds in instilling the spirit of the institution into its students so that its influence is felt in later years, it has failed in some measure in the task undertaken. Our Alma Mater stands ready “to help, not to hinder, always to support, never to limit.” Cordially yours, L. M. COLLINS, Dean of Men. PAGE 3-1

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A N GREETINGS Why do I pause and ponder as I pen the words of greeting to you whose names and faces grace these pages, and to you whose day dreams are embodied in the slogan, “College next”? My pen bears a greeting to youth, and youth does the things maturity never dreamed could be done. The silver gray at the temples, the trembling of proffered hand, the pencil marks of care over the featui’es, bespeak the sobering experience of maturity. Because youth has never made terms with life of experience, I con- gratulate you upon your glorious share of life and say again, “Truly youth is humanity’s rainbow in the sky.” You are earth-held, yet sky seeking. Your rainbow is a vision of adventure and undarkened hopes. (Just now as I think of some of you who will read these pages, my pen almost of its own accord adds this bit of old fashioned philos- ophy: “After all, the rainbow has both ends on the ground, and its pot of gold is not where it meets the clouds, but where it meets the earth.”) Thank God for your rainbow and pray you, your arc in the sky may trace the finer abiding things of life in the comradeship through the dark hours of struggle and conflict, and the sweet brotherhood of service, not only with the glorious morn of youth or the noonday splendor of maturity, but also at sunset of life’s sweet day, when the lengthening shadows make beautiful the things that outlast haste and hate. Yours cordially, MRS. HATTIE MOORE MITCHELL, Dean of Women. PAGE 36