Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

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a paper of credit to R. B. H. It is theirs to expect loyalty from all members of the school. May the Round Table this year reflect more fully the various school activities. Let it be better able to compete with other periodicals of its own class, and let each individual member of the school feel that this, his paper, is dependent upon him in every way for its present and future success. —S. G. S. Does This Main You? For ten years two chess players met daily at the club, silently took their places, silently played their game and silently took leave. For ten years another man sat near and looked on. One day one of the players was ill and couldn’t be present—for the first time in ten years. After waiting- a while his partner said to the on-looker, “My partner is not able to come today, will you play his men?” “I’m sorry,” replied the latter, “but I dont know the game.” He had followed every move of the partners for ten years but had failed to notice the motive for the game—had failed to reason why the game was played. This man had shown much patience in looking at the game but he had never looked into it. He had no curiosity. He was one of those who look without ob- serving and work without understanding. In business he would work without reasoning why others were working about him—seeing his superiors work but not observing their work—doing what they told him but never looking beyond—never learning anything. When his superiors offered him a higher position (thinking positively that he ought to know the work) he would have to say, “I’m sorry, but I dont know the game.” Are you going to be this man? Are you going through school seeing without observing and working without understanding? If you are, change your methods and begin at once to observe; understand what you are doing. Then when oppor- tunity for advancement conies you can say, “I am ready, I have learned the game.” —R. M. S., ’22. WILSON COLLEGE. No doubt the readers of “The Round Table” will be surprised to see an article by one of last year’s students; but I was asked to tell something about Wilson, and I am only too glad to speak its praises. Wilson College is situated in the heart of the Cumberland Valley, fifty-two miles south-west of Harrisburg and eighteen miles north of the Mason-Dixon line. The surrounding country is one of the most charming sections of Pennsylvania. From the windows of my room I can see the mountains, about which we love to sing, “The Kittatinny Mountain has arrayed herself in blue, and the valleys are all silver as they sparkle in the dew.” You see blue and silver are our college colors. The dominating spirit of the college here is the Odd-Even spirit; that is, the rivalry between classes graduating in odd years and those in even years. This feel- ing is most evident in games, such as hockey and basketball. Even though the games are between classes this odd-even spirit is bound to show itself. Conse- quently the first thing we were taught this year was to be good loyal odds. In no other college are the Freshmen treated with more consideration. Every- one is kind and thoughtful of them and each one does her best to keep the new girls from being homesick. I might say here that if anyone wants to know about home- sickness I can tell them all about it. Monday is our holiday instead of Saturday. Of course it was strange at first, but now I like it better, because the weeks seem to go more quickly and leave “Blue Monday” out altogether. Practically every Saturday and Monday evening there is a concert, reception, lecture or play to enjoy. Therefore, we have many opportunities to hear noted men. So far we have heard Dr. Spaeth of Princeton, Percy Grainger, the famous pianist, and Emil Talmanyi, the Hungarian violinist, who made his debut in America at Wilson college. Dont think, however, that college life is just one round of pleasure; not so. 5

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around a corner—around two corners for that matter. For lack of time and space the other varieties will have to be left unmentioned.” A first bit of real excitement in which the freshmen engaged is the annual flag rush between the freshmen and sophomores. A twelve-foot pole is placed in the ground and a sophomore stands on top of the pole to guard the flag. At the foot of the pole, which is greased with a coal-tar preparation, the Sophs lock arms for the defense. At the crack of the pistol the Frosh start rushing toward the pole. I leave the resulting scene to your imagination. A prominent feature of the life at Dickinson centers in the fraternities. There are nine fraternities, all of good national and some of international standing, lo- cated in comfortable chapter houses either on or near the campus. These organiza- tions are bonds which bring the men closer together and cause them to make friend- ships which last a lifetime. Fraternity men, in compliance with the rushing rules, are not permitted to talk fraternity or to accompany freshmen anywhere between the opening of college in September and the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. The rush- ing season opens at 4:30 P. M. on the Tuesday after Thanksgiving and continues for nine days, giving each fraternity two periods of four hours each in which to do their “rushing.” It is with a great deal of care that a new Man should choose his fraternity. A good rule to follow is, “Choose the fraternity that meets your standards.” Although Dickinson has only an enrollment of 132, it is well represented along athletic lines. The athletic field, called Biddle Field, is rated as one of the b t athletic fields in Eastern United States. Teams are put out in football, basketball, tennis, track and baseball. After all, the most important part of the college life is its academic work. Dickinson’s faculty is composed of men of mature y ars and of wide experience. The size of the college makes it possible to be in constant contact with the pro- fessors, who are at all times willing to render any advice which you may desire. It is this close fellowship of student and professor that makes Dickinson decidedly different from larger colleges and universities. If you are a Dicwinsonian, you feel that you are a member of a small community which pulls together, students and professors as well. Because of the splendid type of faculty that Dickinson pos- sesses, it follows that the standard of scholarship is high. This in itself is the real test of any institution of learning. In conclusion, a college training such as is offered at Dickinson prepares young men and young women to meet the opportunities awaiting them. The professions, business, engineering, medicine, law and the ministry all demand trained men and women. So it is that Dickinson stands with the fixed policy to be a teaching insti- tution and to help the young man and young woman of today to meet the demands for efficiency and trained workmanship. The Round Table is ready for another year’s work, and in such spirit it greets you, its readers. After some struggling, considerable experience and much hard work, the paper has succeeded in establishing itself as a wide-awake, up-to-date and worthy school paper, and of such reputation it is justly proud. But since it cannot become more efficient upon a reputation already established, it expects the students of R. B. H. to assist in making this year’s record the best record of all. To do so means not only to be willing to read the paper, but to feel such re- sponsibility as will make the paper readable. A story, an interesting incident, personal perhaps; an account of a trip, or even a good joke, prepared voluntarily and given to the editors, will lessen their duties and cause them to feel that their efforts for the success of the paper are appreciated. Not only does the Round Table appeal to students for support from a literary standpoint, but it also appeals from a business standpoint. There are essential obligations to be met, and the business managers are doing their share to enable the paper to meet those obligations. It is necessary then, that each issue cost more than it did last year. But in spite of the higher cost let there be a greater demand, so that more copies may be sold than ever. All members of the staff are giving their time and thought in order to produce 4

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There is plenty of work as well as pleasure. For each hour’s class work we are sup- posed to spend two hours in preparation, so that one is kept busy all the time. I would like to give you Red Bank people some advice, although you wont take it (as I know I never would have believed it last year), that is, study and work hard when you are in high school and you will find work much easier when you are in college. Last year I used to think that if 1 could bluff through my work without putting much time on it, I was that much better off. Now 1 regret that 1 had the wrong idea about school work. Every so often, flunk or warning slips are put in our postoffice boxes to let us know our standings. This is very helpful as it keeps us working and warns us when our grade is below standard. It is terribly nerve-racking to go to our boxes the days the slips are due. If we dont get one we can hardly believe it’s true, and we ask all our friends if they are sure the slips came out that day. Above the pleasure, above the work, above all, I admire the true Wilson spirit, that spirit which causes a girl to have high ideals, high aims in life; that which moulds the college girl into the college woman, thoughtful and considerate of others; and finally, that which makes a girl forget herself in the interest of others; all for one end—service, the true aim of every one’s life. The feeling of every Wilson girl toward her college can best be expressed by a stanza from one of our college songs: “For there is no place like Wilson, Though we search o’er land and sea, She is small but she is mighty And she’s wonderful to me. For her name is Alma Mater And we’ll ever stand as one, Firmly pledged to love and honor Till the sands of life are run.” —L. C. S» lOttcrarg. Where the Torrent First Broke Through. Our hero isn’t any greater than any other hero who has sacrificed his life that another might live, but we distinguish him from the others because official news comes over the water to us that he was the first to fall in the bloody cataclysm which swept Europe in 1914. In the Belgian Ardennes, not remote from Liege, there stands an ancient feudal castle, the Chateau de Modave, built in the early fifteenth century by Baron Guillaume de la Marck, the “Wild Boar of the Ardennes,” and the last of the Barons to oppose the French king. Later, in the sixteenth century, it fell into the possession of the Due de Montmerency (afterward Henry Second), and since then has returned to the hands of Guillaume’s descendants. It is a stately pile built on a rock which rises sheer from the valley below to a height of two hundred feet. Its original purpose was to serve as a stronghold; and probably as a fortress. It is one of the strongest, strategetically, in Europe. Its walls are seven feet thick, three sides being guarded by perpendicular rock and the fourth side, the entrance, by a fossee. A further obstacle to siege is a stream, the Oerth, which flows at the base of the rock. In regard to its towers, embattlements, bastions and dungeons, it is similar to other medieval castles. The Oerth, alive with trout, meanders through the forest land which stretches for miles around. These preserves abound with wild boar, deer, fox, quail and many other species of game, the hunting of which affords unlimited sport fo the occupants of the Chateau and their guests. Oh the evening in 1914, before the opening of the hunt for the wild boar, there were assembled at the Chateau de Modave five score guests, among them representa- 6