Sul Ross State University - Brand Yearbook (Alpine, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 124 of the 1921 volume:

Wuere the roiling plain? of Texao End in mountains high, There’s a land where glorious Elame in peerless sky. sunsetl Chorus: Ring, ye alpine hills, with musicJ Joyous songs we’ll raise. Hail to thee, 0 Sul T.ioss College, Thee we gladly praise. � Tis a land of pioneer spirit, Free as bracing air, Where a handclasp neans a welcome, Friendship glad to share. m Engraving By SOUTHWESTERN ENGRAVING COMPANY Fort Worth i Printing by SAN ANTONIO PRINTING CO. jan Antonio i THE BRAND 1921 THE YEAR BOOK OF THE SUL ROSS STATE NORMAL COLLEGE PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENT BODY VOLUME I r Foreword f T ' HE BRAND is the book of the Sul Ross Student Body. It stands for the unity and the harmony that have char- acterized the year ' s work and the year’s play. It embodies, u?e trust, the lure of big, neu? tasks, the buoyancy of youth, and the sturdiness of pioneers. In short, there must have crept into the pages of our annual, not only the spirit of the school, but that subtle, intangible, yet vital thing, the Spirit of the IPest. J Dedication Q N appreciation of those efforts that are response ble for the location of Sul Ross in the u?est; in gratitude for warm-hearted hospitality and friend¬ liness, and for that sympathetic interest and encour¬ agement which made possible this annual, we dedicate our first uolume of ' The brand to the People of Alpine ORDER OF BOOKS I—THE COLLEGE II—THE CLASSES III—ORGANIZATIONS IV—ATHLETICS V-THE COLLEGE YEAR —5 - 10 — — 11 — To the Students of the Sul Ross State Normal College CONGRATULATE you upon the accomplish- ments of this, the first year in the life of the institution. You have worked in an uncharted field, and you are, therefore, pathfinders and pioneers. Dur¬ ing the past months, you have set up worthy standards in the class room, organized many worth-while student activities, and established many precedents that are destined to become a part of the student life in this college for all time. You have done new things, shown initiative, demonstrated capabilities of leadership. Followers we have ever had in plenty; they build memorials and Halls of Fame to the precious few who have sufficient vision, courage, and energy to be their leaders. Your accomplishments of the past year prove you to be worthy descendents of a courageous and hardy ancestry, men and women who built states and empires. I congratulate you. r I I MISS ROSE BREWER, B. A. Associate Professor of English MISS STATHER ELLIOTT, B. A. Professor of Spanish MR. F. G. WALKER, B. A., M. S. Professor of Physics and Chemistry MR. R. A. STUDHALTER, B. A., M. A. Professor of Biology and Agriculture MISS ALICE COWAN, B. A. Associate Professor of Latin MISS ANNE AYNESWORTH B. A., M. A. Professor of English and Dean of Women —14— A MISS LINDA LANDCASTER B. A. Associate Professor of Physical Education MRS. SULA HENDERSON, Instructor in Education, Critic Teacher MR. E. L. HENDERSON, B. A. Professor of History MR. T. G. HARRIS, B. A., M. A. Professor of Mathematics MISS JANE McGRATH, B. S., M. A. Professor of Education and Director of Training School MISS IRENE NEVILL, B. S. Associate Professor of Home Economics $ —15— MR. P. M. PENROD, B. C. S. Auditor and Instructor of Commerce MISS ALLYS BOYLE Ph. B., C. P. S. M. Associate Professor of Music MR. V. J. SMITH, Professor of Manual Arts MISS ROBERTA DULIN, B. A. Librarian MISS VIOLA BAKER, B. A. Secretary and Registrar $ —16— 17 — Dear Sul Ross Tune: Amici. Where the rolling plains of Texas End in mountains high, There’s a land where glorious sunsets Flame in peerless sky. Chorus. King, ye Alpine hills, with music: Joyous songs we’ll raise. Hail to thee, 0 Sul Ross College, The we gladly praise. ’Tis a land of pioneer spirit, Free as bracing air, Where a handclasp means a welcome, Friendship glad to share. There our Texas youths do gather, Heeding Wisdom’s call. Learn to love thee, Sul Ross College, Love thee best of all. —Rose Sharp Brewer. Sophomore Glass NINA BELLE CALDWELL Alpine, Texas Her eyes gain her prestige; her mind maintains her position. Editor-in-Chief Brand; Class President; President Treble Clef Club; Sachem Critic. ISABELLE BEATTIE St. Louis, Mo. She has the solution before the situation is half stated. Class Secretary; Member of Sachems. MRS. MARY RATHER PERRY Gonzales, Texas She swerves not from her course , is friend to all; a model to many. Class Treasurer; Member of Sachems. MARY MeKENZIE Ft. Stockton, Texas Her wit teas more than man , her inocence a child. Vice-President of Class, Sachems President; Representative to Athletic Council. IT IS A FAIR WORLD EDITOR SHE PUT THE BAND IN BRAND SPEED LIMIT FOR SOPHOMORES 1 MILE IS FOR VALENTINE KNIOHTCS) A 9 FROM M ISSOURI VISIBLE , SUPPORT TAW NS THE QUAKERS PULSE THE SOPHOMORE LAUt ' H —21 Out Where Sul Ross Normal Is Out where the sunsets are blue and gold. Out in the land where we never feel old, That’s where Sul Ross Normal is. Out where cattle are always lowing, Where the people for health are always going, Where things in the garden are well worth hoeing, That’s where our Normal is. Out where the skies are filled with planes, And people get scared whenever it rains, That’s where Sul Ross Normal is. Out where the canyons are worth being seen, Where all year long the grass is green. Where at the camp-fires, they cook the red bean That’s where our Normal is. Out where the Orient train comes in, Out where real trains may be seen by men, That’s where Sul Ross Normal is. Where there’s more of trying and less of drifting. More of steadfastness and less of shifting, Where the false from the true the West is sifting. That’s where our Normal is. —Nannie B. Davis, Freshman. The Bronze and Blue Bronze and Blue! Our colors ever, Symbol of. our work and dreams. May we find life, as we sever, Just as worthwhile as it seems. True as the Blue of the sky above us, Keep our hearts through future years; Broad as the Bronze of the plains around us, Free of pettiness and fears. May we each accept the mission, That Sul Ross has made anew, Sure, whatever its condition, Vict’ry will crown our Bronze and Blue —Eda Weyerts, Freshman. — 23 — F-ULCHC-I COTTE-l POVtR9| H I LL f E YNOLP9 9HEPPARD TREAT- A ROLLINS ' V- Pf Ef- 9LIGHT GAJ N TT PC-TER9 TLOVErr JNGC-I 90 DAVlS JC-NVC-N CARHACK M I LLE-R I Freshman Class History H N AN eventful morning in September, 1920 A. D., one could see Foreman Marquis of the SR Ranch toling stray dogies from all directions toward his corral. A few days later it was apparent that the brand had been applied, because the dogies had ceased casting longing glances in the direction from which they came. About twenty “second best” were placed in a pen to themselves. They were known as 1 ho V. 1. M. class, and were guarded by an assistant fore¬ man, S. Elliott. Pretty soon seve ral began to show that the confinement was irksome and to long for the freedom of their former pastures; so the foreman gave orders to “turn ’em loose.” The consequences were that after about three months only seventeen remained in the college corral. These seventeen gamboled gayly through the various forms of training provided for them and vied with other divisions of the herd in the number of frolics dear to dogie hearts. Quickly the nine months on the SR Ranch passed, and it was with regret that they saw the cars being prepared for their transportation. They were grateful, however, that they could then rank as first class dogies on the education market. - -Eoujena Sheppard, Freshman . — 26 — p)pkW K —27 GILL UN iNG ' rTO PRE? M ARTHUR V PRES ' M ( r9PAn ntN HOPCON ?EC£TREA i Gl VENT CARJ R H.UNTON VN IL9QN CARMACK — 28 — —29 - History of the Second-Year Class I WAY back in the dark ages of sehooldom, there emerged into being a won¬ derful class of lively, green freshmen—this was in ’17. We were a happy crowd; and in Alpine High we began to realize our real importance in this world. We began our growth from Ancient to Modern, and received our introduction to the mysteries of algebra. All this we survived, as a few unusual green things will do. Of course a few, a very few, withered and fell, but the stronger ones grew on. In this sophomore stage we began to realize the real value of organization, a thing that has never been prevalent among us. The girls’ notorious E. I. E’s carried off the basket ball honors that year. We also did our bit in winning the Loving Cup for Alpine. For this stage we reached the most promising age of development—Juniors. In one more year we would be “ The Class”. We learned a bit more about organi¬ zation and came near perfecting it. Our colors were adopted, and we stood together under most circumstances. The most important occasion of the year for many of us was the Negro Minstrel. Then most of us still remember the side shows we gave the n : ght of the senior play. Another notable event was the Junior-Senior reception given at the home of Mrs. Micldlebrook. This closed the year, with all of us eagerly awaiting the opening of school again. From the greenness of freshmen we blossomed into the real “Golden Age” as seniors. But alas! During this time a large building had been erected on Hancock Hill. By the twentieth of September it was open and waiting for us, and we found that it was called the Sul Ross Normal. We are of the sort that are willing to try anything once; so we entered. Some of us had not been trained to withstand hardships; therefore a few fell out, one by one, leaving us only thirty members. We still claim, however, the honor of being the largest class in school. We plunged deep into our studies, and the green and white are still waving as we strive toward our b 2 . While working in a common cause these four years, we have learned to love one another; and there is just a wee pang of sadness in our hearts when we think of graduation, for graduation usually means the separation of a class. But this graduation will be different; it will merely be a formal way of saying “Goodbye and a happy vacation till we meet next fall as Sul Ross freshmen.” Nellie Mae Gourley, Second Year Class. — 31 — Sul Ross Has Come to Stay Where’s Sul Ross? She ' s right here. If the path be rough, Or the heavens fall, Sul Ross is firm enough To stand it all. So come what may, Sul Ross is here to stay. Why should she not succeed! There ' s nothing lacking. We’ve everything we need, And there’ll be no slacking Till toil has cleared the way, For Sul Ross is here to stay. To bring Sul Ross here, No doubt was hard to do. To keep her going will Be harder still, But we ' ll put her thru. It matters not what Doubtful people say; Sul Ross is here to stay. —John Daugherty, First Year Class . — 33 — rooneY ART HU SEGCTr E£ VAJ 9 REPORTER POUNC EA TEI WOODi VEYERTy ALD x E pr Er- ERR Lt qt MICOU SMITH m — 34 — First Year Glass History !|]IEN the Sul Ross Ranch was stocked in September, about thirty enter¬ prising young burros appeared at the pasture gate. And since no ranch is complete without these hardy little creatures, they were welcomed into what is called the Freshman Corral. Like all burros, we, these thirty freshmen, found ourselves beasts of burden. Our load comprised English, Math, Spanish, Science, and other heavy weights. But we have never balked. At first, it is true ' Punctuation bluffed us; Verbs in Spanish ruffed us; History dates we couldn’t recall, And Geometry seemed the worst of all. But burros, of course, are not particular about their diet, they fatten on paper and tin cans, and so we have thrived on this mental menu of conjugations, parallelograms, and paragraphs. But we pitched off our loads now and then, and left our intellectual fare Most burros are considered stolid little creatures, but any instructor (parti¬ cularly Miss Cowan) will admit that we are as frisky as any dogies. We frolicked on the athletic field, where our strength and characteristic stubborn¬ ness won us high scores. And we frolicked through gay parties and picnics which we shall always remember. This is an age of evolution, and we know not what creatures we may be in the years to come; but we shall keep through all the stages the pep and rep of our happy Burro Days. Look out for the class of 1924! Dorothy Cotter, Ethel Clifford, First Year Class. Wee Folk of the Hills H AIRIES are lovers of the hills. The mountains are too high, too rugged and bare; the level places are too monotonous and too free of comfy corners. But how they love the hills—our Alpine hills! And no wonder! The scattered rocks, the bushes, the wee wild flowers, the spreading, twisted trees, the hidden grassy places were fashioned just for fairy joys and fairy needs. The mischievous, daring wee folk are almost always astride their fierce little winged horses. They sweep across the hilltops in legions, and sometimes, it is whispered, even venture to race through the town. They love to ride with the wind, and a steady breeze is often quickened to a mad rush by the passing of such a band. They delight, too, in playing hide-and-seek in the wind-ruffled grass on the slopes of hills which we can not see. But they leave signs, always— fairy paths, play places formed by elfin hands, which give us a little thrill of knowing what rare fun has been here not long ago. Sometimes, though, there is sorrow even in the fairy hills, and lonely, dis¬ consolate little wanderers cry on damp nights when the wind creaks the wind¬ mills. They cry for their lost treasure, flower-gold sprinkled along the slope. They were not meant for plucking, these dainty flowerets. Had you guessed that bright eyes are watching you from behind the rocks when you go near a clustering bush of fairy flowers? 1 think you would not like to make some poor little elf chap weep, and so, that you may never make a mistake, I shall tell you exactly how they look—though I think most people would know that these are fairy flowers. They are tiny, tiny things, of soft, bright yellow. They grow close to the ground on short, slender stems, and the petals of the little blossoms curl softly upward, like two little close-fingered hands of a wee elf child. Margaret Ingerson, Freshman . WELBORN MeKAY. President GEORGE LIVINGSTON.Vice-President W. B. HOPSON.Secretary and Treasurer E. L. HENDERSON .Critic CLARENCE ARTHUR .Sergeant at Arms Walter Caldwell Leo Murray John Daugherty Alonzo Hord Leonard Stone Guy Smith Homer White Ward Weakley Tom Lease Chas. Coleman. Honorary Member Mr. Victor Smith .Honorary Member Miss Boyle.Honorary Member y � .i BIG BEND LITERARY SOCIETY ___k -- — 40 — ' 9 1 f t 4pb @§fc V o ORGANIZED—January 23, 1921. COLORS—Mauve and White. MOTTO — “As for me, though that my wit he lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte.” OFFICERS MARY McKENZIE .President NANNIE B. DAVIS.Treasurer .1 LEE HILL .Vice-President ELMORE CHANDLER . . Sergeant-at-Arms EDA WYERTS .Secretary NINA B. CALDWELL.Critic MEMBERS Da“s J v n Mae h F P ulcher Susie TOasterwood Lu Cotter Isabelle Beattie Kathalee P° wers Susy Bunton Marv R. Perry Margaret Ingerson Lady Bunton Nellie Mae Cormack Joela Funk Marie Rollins ASSOCIATE MEMBERS — Miss Anne Aynesworth, Miss Rose Brewer COURSE OF STUDY — Present Day Short Stories. % _ .f. mrnmeSjtSgm — 41 — Grand S ' TAPF LINING 9T0N ART editor Kimball nIK MGR HOPCON PHOTOGRAPHIC EOT CALDWELL EDITOR, PETER?. LITERARY edt- BUNTON LtTERRRV ED1TR ASSISTANTS Elmore Chandler.Joke Mary McKenzie.Sophomore Lulu Cotter.Freshman Nellie Mae Gourley.Second Year Altha Yates.First Year Eda Weyerts.Athletic Council Walter Caldwell...Boys’ Literary Society Marie Rollins.Girls’ Literary Society Miriam Webb.Treble Cleft Club Margaret Ingerson...Art FACULTY ADVISORS Miss Aynesworth Miss Elliott Mr. Smith Miss Brewer Mr. Henderson Miss Lancaster -— 42 — — 43 — Treble Clef Club Nina Belle Caldwell, President Clarice Cotter Joe Ella Funk, Accompanist J. Lee Hill, Secretary Minerva Jones, Vice-President Marie Rollins Loujena Sheppard Eda Weyerts Johnnie Weyerts Lady Bunton 2L. v. d ' ■S - I « — 44 — — 45 — The Gall of Sul Ross v 4 N Higher, clearer, and stronger yet than any call could be, The voice of Sul Ross is calling, calling to you and to me. Sweeter to us, 0 Sul Ross, than the fragrance of summer rains; Close to our hearts as lofty hills and mighty windswept plains; Dearer than sight of mountain flower by the roadside’s rocky way; Fresh as the verdure of grassy fields basking in suns of May; Ringing clear over the plain and e’en to the mountain crest, Is thy voice, 0 Sul Ross, calling—calling the youth of the West. —Johnnie W everts, First Class Class Athletic Council Top Row —Mr. Henderson, Arthur, Kimball, Reynolds, Miss Cowan, Livingston, Mr. Smith, Miss Lancaster. Lower Row— Murray, Gourley, S. Bunton, McKenzie, Micou, Rollins, L. Bunton. Powers, McKay. OFFICERS WELBORN McKAY.President KATHALEE POWERS.Vice-President LADY BUNTON. Secretary GEORGE LIVINGSTON.Treasurer SUSYBEL BUNTON .Corresponding Secretary The Athletic Association, composed of student and faculty members, supervises the athletic activities of the College; the executive power is vested in the Council, the membership of which consists of student and faculty members. It is the purpose of the College through this organization to maintain and support the highest standard in athletics and to secure the interest of all students. The sports in which men’s athletic contests with other schools are scheduled are football, basket ball, baseball, tennis, and track; the major sports for women are indoor baseball, volley ball, tennis, basket ball, and cross-country hiking. College letters, awarded upon the basis of participation in athletic contests and the Point System (for women), are presented on College Day which is to be held annually in the spring. — 43 — Girls’ Athletic Council Miss Lancaster, Lease, Gourley, Powers, Weyerts, Jones, Bunton, Webb, Rolling, Hancock, Cotter. OFFICERS LULU COTTER.President BERTHA MAE HANCOCK .Vice President MARIE ROLLINS.Secretary-Treasurer MIRIAM WEBB.Recording Secretary The Girls’ Athletic Council is composed of officers, the managers of athletic clubs, and the Physical Education Director. The clubs represented in this council are: Baseball. Basket Ball. Rifle. Tennis, and Hiking. Members of these organizations are working to make the College Letter, which is to be awarded to the girls who make the required number of points determined by the Council. The social occasion of the season was a banquet given at the Garnett Hotel, February 7, 1921. The decorations and toast scheme carried out the idea of a ’’roundup”. The fable was decorated with a large Spanish Dagger and corrals with miniature cattle. The place cards were held by a small lariat; tiny cowbody hats were the favors. Toasts were given to the ‘Cattle King”, “Foremen”, “Chuck-wagon”, and the “Brand”. THE RIFLE MATCH The members of the Rifle Club held a most interesting rifle match April 1, 1921. Town people and students, old and young alike, gathered together on Normal Hill to show their markmanship. The successful contestants and the groups represented were: J. C. Bird (Business Men), score 92 out of 100; Richard Marquis (Boys), 50; Bill Hopson (Student Boys), 80; Dorothy Weatherby (Student Girls), 81. — 49 — —50— — 51 — J 1921 BASEBALL SQUAD Top Row —Lease, Tippit, McKay, Caldwell, Young, Stone, Rooney. Lower Row —Kimball, Weakley, Livingston, Givens, Arthur—Captain. The athletic activities of the boys have been limited on account of the lack of an athletic director for boys and sufficient funds for expenses. Despite these handicaps, however, the boys organized a basket ball team which established a creditable record of winning five game out of a possible eight. The baseball team is looking forward to an even more successful season than the basket ball boys enjoyed. The team has five games scheduled, and, through daily practice, is assuming fine form for a winning team. On account of the youth of the institution, a prize winning team cannot be expected, but we claim to have the best that can be found anywhere under the conditions. 1 — 52 — -54— PRECARIOIS FOOTING 111 Tl WHAT COULD THEY HAVE FIVE OF THE FIRST FACULTY THEIR FIRST DARSECUE SAID WASH DULL CARE AWAY WHAT GAME? FIRST STUDENTS SUMMER SCHOOL SMILE AMATEUR ATHLETICS A TRIO A FACULTY SPIN . JUST ARRIVED A SKIN GAME 4 W Vi OUTDOOR BEUTY PARLOR MATRICULATION - A ON THE WAY TO HEIR FIRST SISTER ■■HHRues hi oh — 56 — -57— —59— Alpine In 18 2 the Southern Pacific Railroad tunneled its way through the Rocky Mountains, bridged the swift streams, and crossed the prairies of our vast West, where only a few years before, the Indians had ranged, burning settlements, and murdering the people. The train on its long westward journey occasionally stopped for a drink of the cool mountain water, or an exchange of friendly greetings with the cow-boys. The favorite “stop” was in a little mountain valley, which snuggled contentedly in the great arms of the Rockies. This valley was known as Murphysville, so called from its owner, old Dan Murphy of Fort Davis. The place was then a part of Presidio County, for, to correspond with the other vastness, the counties, too. were broad, stretching away into lands of unknown mystery. This section so rapidly became settled that in 1887 it was deemed necessary to divide Presidio County; consequently, our present county of Brewster was created, with Murphysville as county seat. The name Murphysville then abdicated in favor of “Alpine,” for our mountain city is the roof garden of Texas. One year after its establishment, the town boasted seven lumber shacks, one grocery store, and two saloons and dance halls combined. As this was an important shipping point, the saloons did a thriving business. In those days, every man was a law unto himself, and carried his code with him. Gambling was a common pastime, and Sunday was the most popular day of the week at the saloons and dance halls. Alpine’s “wild and wooley” state extended over a number of years, and during this time excursions from the East always stopped long enough to let the passengers view the sights. Most of these travelers had never been west of New York, and often their credulity was taxed to the breaking point. Once two cowboys, who had probably had something other than fresh mountain water to drink, roped a passenger who had just stepped off the train, and, to the amuse¬ ment of the on lookers, led him up and down the village streets. In dismay the victim trotted after them to prevent being dragged. Even though their method of amusement was awkward and often rude, these cow-boys were honest in their dealings with men. No cattle thief was permitted to mingle among them. He, too, would have been roped, and dragged into eternity. Since that time, a steady and hardy growth has taken place in Alpine. The once struggling little village, where the cow-boys came to get their mail, is now a prosperous business center. The wealthy cattleman comes here to ship his stock to market; from afar young men come to find fortune, the health-seeker to obtain strength, the broken- spirited to regain hope. The high altitude and brisk climate have proved of such benefit that Alpine has become a popular health resort. In the development of the town, as in the development of all things, there have been disasters. And it seems that Fate was playing havoc with us, for three times in her short history the town was completely swept away by fire. Each time, however, she re¬ covered bravely; and each time, the rebuilding was an improvement over what had been destroyed. Alpine — Continued Alpine’s first public school was opened in the fall of 1886. The present High School Building, completed in 1910, offered many advantages to our boys and girls. Now on one of the hill slopes stands our last and most treasured possession, the Sul Ross State Normal College. With this institution has come a new dignity, which was hitherto lacking. Though the years have come and gone, and Time has made her changes, there is one enduring quality which knows no change. It was the dominant factor in the lives of our forefathers, and holds the ruling power in our own. It is that quality which, In the beginning of time, the Creator put into our mountains. I trust that it may remain for¬ ever as it has in the past, the keynote in the character of our youths. It is called “The Spirit of The West.” Lulu Cotter, Zola Harmon. A Western Sunset As we sat down to rest, the sun was gradually going below the horizon. The little valley in which the town nestled was already plunged in deep silence. The sun sent a drift of gold across the surrounding hilltops. Rose and gold flamed in the west, and beneath the glow the purple of the mountains softened to mauve. The great solid mounds took on a transparency, wavering and mysterious. Everywhere there was a low rustling, and the birds went by like shadows. Now and then, the spell of silence was broken by the tinkling of a cowbell in the valley below. Rose and gold faded now to a single band of pink, and out of this shone the evening star. The mountains seemed to stand more erect, like cowboys facing the dangers of a black night. The sun behind them forced its way through a little low opening just to focus its flames on the town once more. Then all dimmed to shadowy gray. The birds stopped their day’s journey; the crickets began to chirp, and other insects sang their evening songs. The stars came out one by one, and that season of beauty, singular and sad “like the smile left upon the face of the dead”, was only a memory in our hearts as we went silently down the slope in the cool, sweet dusk. —Eda Weyerts, Freshman. — 62 — Ranger Canyon There are many beautiful scenes around Alpine; but the place that is visited most, I think, is Ranger Canyon. This canyon is shaped very much like a great many others in this country, being shut in on three sides by high mountains, and curved a little at the mouth; but the distinction fr om the others lies in its beauty. On approaching the canyon in the autumn, you see huge splashes of yellow and red leaves against a back¬ ground ol brown hills. This would please any artist, I believe, and he would think that it could not be any prettier; but let him visit the place in the spring. Each bush and tree seem to be competing in a great contest over the relative beauty of their flowe ' is and leaves. Live oaks, cedar trees, red haw bushes, seven-bark trees, and even the mountain laurel with its fragrant lavender blossoms grow in abundance here. At the top of the canyon, a stream of water pours over a huge bluff of solid rock into a cave which the water has made by slowly wearing away the rock beneath the cliff. This lovely waterfall adds the final touch to the beauty of this picturesque canyon. But Ranger Canyon is not only beautiful; it has an historical interest as well. It has witnessed stirring scenes and even tragedies in the last half century. It is said that Ranger Canyon received its name from an incident which occurred when this country was -infested with Indians. This was the place where the state rangers had their camp when they were helping to guard the white people who lived here at that time. It was very lonesome in the camp with just men; so the rangers came into town almost every Saturday night. On one Saturday a lone ranger stayed behind to guard the camp. The Indians, ever on the lookout, saw the movements of the rangers; and after the others had left, they decided to take advantage of the situation by raiding the camp. They murdered the ranger, took possession of all the supplies, and left. When the others returned, and saw what had happened, they swore that they would seek revenge before the setting of another sun. The next day they scoured the country in search of red men; and when they came back, all seemed to be well pleased with their day’s work. Ever since this murder, the place where the camp was located has been called Ranger Canyon. —Miriam Webb, First Year Class. Fort Davis Nestled among the mountains on the Old Spanish Trail, there is a quiet little western town that was once a group of Indian wigwams; and in the canyons close by are the homes of ranchmen where once the Apache Indians hunted. Painted Comanche Camp was the name of the Indian village. Its situation was ideal, for the mountains offered ample protection to the tribe when enemies raided the camp. The mountains, however, served for more than protection; they offered abundant game to the hunter, grass for the herder, and water to the farmer in the canyon. Fort Davis — Continued These Indians were a constant menace to the white man. They ambushed the stage coach which ran thru Limpia Canyon, and raided the settlements, killing and stealing. They could burn a settlement, escape into the mountains, then double back on their trail, and burn another settlement before the Americans could reach them. No man’s life was safe on the Limpia. A few troops were finally placed along the mail coach line for protection; still every man’s life was in danger, for attacks were made daily by the Indians. At last Jefferson Davis, Secretary of War, decided to establish a post in this great region. After forcing his way thru an Indian ambush in Limpia Canyon, Lieutenant Colonel Seawell reached camp; and on October 7, 1854, Fort Davis was established where the Indian camp had been. The building of the adobe forts marked the beginning of a new era for the Americans of the country. The Indians thought that the fort had been established to rob them of their rights, and they were zealous in their efforts to destroy it. This fort probably withstood more attacks than any other fort in its day. One morning the town was awakened by the blood-curdling war whoops of the Apache Indians as they poured into the town from the surrounding canyons and hills. By the help of a large train of freighters, the soldiers and citizens were able to drive the Indians from the town. A young Indian girl who was wounded was abandoned by her fellow-raiders; she was taken and nursed back to health by one of the women of the fort. Later she disappeared. One night she returned to warn the fort of an attack to be made by her people. The soldiers prepared, and in due time a large war party attacked; but because of the gratitude of the Indian girl, the fort was saved. The Indians were not content to attack the fort, but also attacked the ranches and the mail stage stands. It was almost impossible for ranchers to keep large herds of cattle and horses. In 1882 the last of the Indians were driven from the Big Bend Country, and Fort Davis was left peaceful for a while. The Indians, though, were not the only enemies of the people of the town, for there were outlaws in this section. Life at this time was similar to the “shoot-and-kill-’em” picture shows that are shown in the cheap theaters. A band of these law less horsemen would gallop into the town in broad daylight. Finally the Rangers freed the country from this class of people. The fort has long been abandoned, and now the town is only a sleepy little village. The buildings are falling into decay, and seem to be resting after their strenuous years of protecting the people from the Indians. They can rest now, for there was never a town more peaceful than Fort Davis. They are our veterans, and we hold them in reverence. —Dorothy We at herb y, Second Year Class ..{; ■ ’ -y-’.-c;i:?xi- ' ' The Namesake of a Governor The story of the origin, location, and development of the Sul Ross State Normal College is generally known, especially here in the West, but many people do not know where the college got its name. Up to 1887, Presidio was the largest county in Texas. Tt then com¬ prised what are now the counties of Presidio, Jeff Davis, and Brewster. In the winter of 1884 the people of the section around what is now Alpine made an attempt to have a portion of old Presidio cut off, with Murphysville (now Alpine), as the county seat. The movement, however, met with defeat; and Presidio County remained intact for another two years. When the next State Legislature convened, in January, 1887, there was a strong lobby on hand working for the creation of a new county out of Presidio County. The bill was favorably reported on in due course; and on February 2, 1887, Governor Sul Ross signed it w ith the emergency clause. The same bill provided for the immediate organization of a county designated as Brewster County. It provided, too, for the selection of a county seat and a full roster of county officers. This plan was carried out to the great delight of the people living in Brewster County, who felt that they owed it all to Governor Sul Ross. The new’ county was watched until it proved itself capable of carrying out the law; then as the years passed, Governor Sul Ross was apparently forgotten. In 1917 there was talk of the building of a new state school, with Alpine as a possible location for it. The plan was so good that it seemed impossible for it to be true; but, after the school was definitely decided upon, everyone went to work to have it located in Alpine, and effort was rewarded by success. When Alpine was chosen as the site, a name for the school was next in order. The people of Brewster County proved that they had not forgotten the goodness of Governor Sul Ross by voting to name the school in his honor; so the young¬ est of the State Normals bears the name of “Sul Ross State Normal College” and is, thus, the namesake of a Governor. —JONNIE HARMON, First Year Class. Is Others Call Us co fW 1 % V. i? — 65 — —66 i’s ' VxV ' ' - ' The Round-Up Westerners are not particular about many things, as Easterners know. But when it comes to the grand round-up at shipping time, they are as cranky as Woodrow Wilson was about his Peace Treaty. A real round-up has a set routine, and they say, “It ain’t a round-up at all when it don’t act that way.’’ First Day is Big Day. Early the foreman is heard— “Bill, you an‘ Pete cover the northeast pasture; Morgan, you can do the south pasture by yerself; an’ I reckon the rest o’ us can fix th’ big pasture.” Then the cow- 0 boys are off. Only a few Mexicans are left to drive the chuck wagon and the remuda. It may be high noon before the gatherers are back, driving, with whoops and yells, big and little bunches of cattle. “Pete, thet ol’ steer has got th’ mischief in his eye. You might better watch ’im.” In two minutes that steer has broken from the herd and tears away down a creek bed. Pete’s pony is quicker than his rider, and makes Pete jump a little as he wheels directly on the heels of the runaway. Pete does not refrain from expressing his feelings freely, but the steer evidently takes his words as encouragement, for. farther and farther away, they run and wheel and dodge. It may be ten minutes before a tired steer dejectedly joins the herd. And just behind him, a more stubborn brother is being dragged in by a lasso. “Guess it’s time for chuck, boys,” says the foreman to his cowpunchers. can go now, but don’t be gone long.” “Six of you The big foreman is good to look upon as he sits carelessly in his saddle with one leg thrown up over the horn—that leg can be dashed into its place quicker than a flash when there is need. His rough corduroy trousers, washed-out blue shirt, and worn chaps are in strange contrast with his expensive saddle, boots, spurs, and “big 4” hat. His big frame is straight as an Indian’s even when he is sitting easily in his saddle. With a graceful movement he raises his right arm and moves it slowly to indicate the grazing herd. “Bill, th’ herd is bigger than it was last year. I’m afraid the range is getting overstocked. We’ll have to put more on the market than I had figger’d on.” His grave, intent eye sees and notes every animal as he speaks. He points out strays to a Mexican helper with his quirt. “Pancho, take those two calves to Mr. Bowen’s ranch, and be sure the fence is up when you come back. You might pen that wild-looking steer until to¬ morrow and then take him home. The XS brand belongs to Mr. Crowder.” And so on he talks and plans for the coming days’ work until the boys return from the chuck wagon. Then he and his other boys turn their ponies’ heads chuck ward. In the afternoon the “cutting” is begun. Now cattle and horses have more than one race. The earth is tramped into a bed of sand; the air is filled with dust; for awhile the cowboys’ throats and voices are hot and dry; shouts and questionable words break — 67 — The Round-Up —Continued the incessant lowing of the cattle. By evening the herd has been divided into two, perhaps three, groups. Some of them are to be turned loose, some to be branded, and others to be driven to the station and shipped. Dusk finds the boys gathered around the chuck-box. “What’s th’ matter, Haly, you ain’t talkin’?” “Busy,” mumbles Haly, sitting cross-legged a little apart from the rest, with his plate on his knees before him. On the plate are a huge chunk of pot-bread and big helpings of frijoles and son-of-a-gun. (Soon these will be replaced by “lick”). On the ground beside him is a steaming cup of coffee, of which, at frequent intervals, he takes delicious, scalding gulps. A little later the boys seat themselves around the camp fire to recount the day ' s experiences and crack jokes. Pete is chuckling to himself. “What’s th’ matter, Pete?” “I giss youall didn’t see Slim gittin’ whipped by thet ol’ longhorned cow, didja?” “No.” “Well, you missed th ' time o’ your lives then. Ha, ha, ha! He started after her like as if he wuz goin’ t’ kill her, and—ha, ha—she jes’ naturally turned around an’ charged him. An’ you ought ha’ seen th’ way ol’ Slim’s cayuse streaked it with the ol’ cow right behind him. An’ ol’ Slim was scared, I can tell you.” Pete’s story is greeted with laughs and gibes at Slim; and Slim gets up, a little dis¬ gruntled, and marches off with the intention of going to bed. The others continue to spin yarns until they are sleepy. Slim (he has rejoined the group after staying away all of ten minutes) has begun the story of “a stampede I saw once.” After a few inter¬ ruptions, the boys allow him to go on. “Well, youall thet has never seen a stampede can’t very well understan’ how th’ cattle gets loose. This one thet I saw two years ago wuz th’ first to happen in this country fer four ’er five years. It was on ol’ man Dougherty’s place, an’ we’d been havin’ sech good luck thet year thet I thought somethin’ tough would come along purty soon. They wuz about fifteen hundred in th’ herd, an’ about two o’clock in th’ night they got t’ millin’. I reckon th’ moonlight caused it. It wuz jes white-bright. Anyway when one ol’ long-horned cow started off, all th’ rest follered her, an’ we thet wuz on guard jes cleared th’ tract. They waz mad—plum mad. We follered ' em th’ best we could, but all we found wuz broken fences an’ a few dead calves. Next mornin’ we had t’ repair all th’ damages, an’ man, it wuz some job. When we got through we wuz shore some hot an’ mad.” About eleven the boys “pile in”, leaving only a few to guard the grazing herd through the night. The Round-Up —Continued Next morning they are up while the stars are still bright, and by five o’clock they have breakfasted. This is the day of branding. First the calves must be separated from their mothers and penned. The distressed cows low again and again for their calves, which bawl pitifully in reply. The younger calves hover in fright against the cruel fence that separates them from freedom; the larger ones try boldly, but in vain, to break loose. When the last one has been penned, the cowboys dismount from their horses and the branding begins in earnest. With quick, powerful jerks a madly resisting calf is thrown; with relentless dexterity the burning iron is applied to its side, and the brand is seared in for life. Now there are continual bellows of agony from the big calves, pitiful wails from the smaller one, and answering bawls of sympathy from the frantic mothers. Above the din, the voices of the foremen call out directions and commands. All is noise and stir. The air is heavy with dust and smoke and the pungent, sickening tang of burning hair. And thus all day, for days, perhaps, the branding goes on till the last calf bears the brand, and the confusion of motion, sound, and smells is over. Then the big round-up of the year is at end. —Susybel Bunton, Second Year Class. Shelley’s “Ode to the West Wind” AS HE WOULD HAVE WRITTEN IT IF HE’D REALLY KNOWN ANYTHING ABOUT WEST WINDS O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Torment’s being. Thou in whose roaring whirl the very house tops Rock like Noah’s Ark in dark flood fleeing, And man his hat doth chase and swears and mops His dust-grimed face and streaming eyes; O thou Darn dust storm-bringer, thou who daily drops Into our beds the sand and pebbles—woe And curses follow thee, thou Satan’s slave. Some “azure sisters of the Spring” may blow And “balmy breaths” and “zephyrs mild” (so poets rave), “Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air,” But thou drivest naught but trash in whirling wave, Cursed thing, that ruins our tempers and our hair. Destroyer, whirl wind, demon! Swear, oh Swear. The Cowboy’s Old Houn’ Dog I have a friend which ain’t no good, But I love him just the same; He ain’t one blooming bit of use, But then he ain’t to blame. If I should part with him at all. I’d count myself a hog Because he’s been a pal to me, My old houn’ dog. He ain’t useful like a pony; He’s no good to the Bar 8; I can’t learn him to turn the calves And drive ’em in at the gate. He ain’t a particle of use No more’n a horny frog, But still I think a sight of him, My old houn’ dog. He follers me about the place Wherever I may be; He comes and leans against my legs And is happy when with me. I’ve got the finest pony That ever jumped a bog, But I don’t think as much of him As of that dog. He ain’t a huntin’ kind of dog; He don’t know how to work; He can set on the step and scratch The fleas off him and shirk. He’s awful onery lookin’, No handsomer than a hog, But he loves me more than Dad does, My old houn’ dog. So here’s a hug for you, old pal. You’ve stood by me right good. When I took up with you for fun I never thought you would. If anyone dares mistreat you, He’ll sure have me to flog, My flopeared, dirty pardner, My old houn’ dog. —Margaret Ingerson, Freshman Why the March Winds Blow ANY years ago, before man had ever crossed the western plains of Texas, every thing was peaceful and contented. The cattle and other animals roamed about on the green carpeted plains, unmolested by anything. In this early era, in the place which is now called Brewster County, the different kinds of trees, animals, and plants once gathered to hold a meeting. It was late one evening in March, and the large red sun was nearly hidden behind the blue-shadowed hills, casting a red glow over the neighboring country. Everything was happy; they had spent such a pleasant winter that they thought it would be fitting to give a farewell party to winter and a merry welcome to spring. They had gathered at the foot of the Twin Mountains to decide what kind of party they should have. ITie birds suggested some kind of musical party because they were so happy they wanted to sing; the new sprigs of grass wanted a lawn party because their spring coats would soon be finished, and they naturally wished to display them. Many different kinds of socials were suggested, but they at last agreed on an open air festival in which all could participate. The trees and flowers were to make the program, and the cool evening breezes were to extend the invitations. At last the day came. It was a bright, beautiful day in spring with a few fleecy clouds drifting about in the clear sky, like tiny sail boats sailing upon some still, blue water. The trees were dressed in their newest green leaf-frocks; the violets were peep¬ ing from beneath their heart-shaped umbrellas; the birds were warbling their sweetest notes while the naughty little breezes played tag among the leaves, shaking them mis¬ chievously. Every guest was having a merry time. But alas! somebody had not been invited. March wind passed over and saw them having such a merry time. He was very angry because he had not been invited and said: “So that is the way they do. Everybody has been invited to this party but me. Just for that I will blow and blow my hardest; I will throw sand in their eyes and make them cry; I will shake the trees and make them tremble with fright; I will make them sorry they have slighted me.” At that moment dark wind clouds hid the sun; the air became dark; the wind began to blow and the dust to fly. Everybody knew that March wind was very angry. They begged him to stop, but he only roared and said, “O ho! you had no cause whatever to leave me out like this; but henceforth I will give you cause not to want me,” ahd he continued to blow and blow much stronger. In the summer and winter the animals, trees, and plants forget the awful wind, but March wind never forgets. When spring comes, he is always there to make them remember their uninvited guest. —Minerva Jones, Second Year Class. An Arbor Day Poem ’Tis fitting quite that on this Arbor Day We gather here to celebrate the birth Of him who set our youthful nation up With faith and hope that from that planting small A country great, and firm in Freedom’s cause, Should grow. The years agone have amply proved The wisdom of his work. Our nation stands, Deep-rooted, strong, because he planted right. A humbler task confronts us here to-day Than taxed the powers of our first president; Yet we may emulate his firm belief That if we root our cause in right, our work Will prosper surely. Then in our college new Our aim should be to make each precedent One worthy long to live, and rest assured That only thus may we deserve success. So Arbor Day we hereby dedicate And set apart for planting trees and shrubs Upon our college hill. This day each year We plan to call the students and professors From schoolroom tasks to God’s great out-of-doors, And there renew at nature’s shrine the pledge We make today to keep ourselves free from The stain that taints all sordid, selfish lives. No towering pines or giant oaks have we Who live mid treeless hills; a wise creator Gave us in their stead the hardy plants That thrive with little rain. Our campus then Shall blush with cactus bloom, and bear aloft The Spanish dagger’s spines, for symbols these Of life out in the West where men are men Because they meet life’s problems face to face. What plant we here today? A group of shrubs That live or die as sun and rain may will? Nay, not at all. We hope for years to come The custom we begin today shall thrive In drouth and season blest, but trees and flowers Alone cannot fulfill the pledge we ask. Let Arbor Day at Sul Ross mean that we In loyal service find life’s highest good. —Rose Sharp Brewer. February 22, 1921. The Older Children The Sul Ross family’s rather small, A drawback not to mention, Because you see, we every one Get all the more attention. One tells us. in the schools we’ll teach, Smiles better are than sticks. She knows just what is right for us, A hen with all her chicks. And all the older boys and girls Are very good to us; So, tho they make us do just right, We have no cause to fuss. One loves to talk the Espanol And make us love it too. They say she makes that lingo nice. The way she smiles at you. They ain’t all preachy proper, And we are glad they ain’t. Now of these older children A few portraits I shall paint. One scales the hills with rapid speed And walks miles with a song. In order to improve our health She takes us all along. The oldest puts us all in line, And makes us work real soon, But, when we really can not bite, He feeds us mathematics with a spoon. And one, there is, who eagerly, With kindly, gentle touch, Just like our mothers, makes us good Because she loves us much. There’s one who is a pilot, Who steers our minds with ease With outline chart true to a line Thru deep historic seas. Our guardian brother’s wise and just, Tho not so very old. He tells it to us straight and firm, But he will never scold. One always makes us cook and sew Beyond our fondest wishes. She smiles at us, most trim and sweet, But makes us wash the dishes. Perhaps you’d never once suspect These folks are called “The Faculty”. Of course they’re very wise, but, still They’re just the growed ups of our family. —Margaret Ingeirson, Freshman. — 75 — Favorite Faculty Phrases Mr. Marquis: That’s so; now I’m not mad at all, and I’m not scolding; what I’m trying to say is— Miss Brewer: This is an “A” paper, but— Miss Dulin: There are still some books out of the library. Please return them im¬ mediately. Mr. Walker What? All right. Miss Elliott: How many of you read this lesson five times aloud? Miss Aynesworth: I wish to see all the girls for a few minutes after chapel. Mr. Henderson: That’s a fact! wait! wait! wait! Miss Nevill: Oh, you silly little girls! Get off the ' table and stop giggling. Miss McGrath: Work like a Trojan; from A to Izzard. Mr. Harris: Now the rest of you can be on the reserve troop today. Mr. Studhalter: Now you want to get the gist of this thing; we are going to have a severe examination. Mr. Smith: This is not in perspective; I think the boys can help us out with that. Mrs. Henderson: How many good little fairies have we? Mr. Penrod: My goodness! Can’t you see? That’s as plain as day. Miss Boyle: If you please. Miss Cowan: All right. Now give the rule for that. Miss Lancaster: Have you been keeping regular hours? Have you taken a bath every day this week? Do you feci well? How are your tennis and rifle coming on? There was a Prexy named Marquis; He was as willing as Dickens’ Barkis. He smiled when he spoke; He always had a good joke. Could there be a jollier Prexy than Marquis? There was a teacher named Aynesworth, No better in English than in sane mirth; To dormitory girls the Dean of Women Was just as good in cookin’ and hemmin’— It just couldn’t be done without Miss Aynesworth. There was a bug man named Studhalter; The length of his questions he’d ne’er alter. But the heathenish names That he gave the bug things Twas not possible to learn as we’d orter. There was a smart lady—Miss McGrath; For long she had followed the pedagogical path. Her methods of teaching (They were far better than preaching) Should impart to us some of the knowledge she hath. There was a song bird named Boyle; To promote musical knowledge she’d toil Down to treble and up to bass. She didn’t see how we had the face To go off at tangents and her good work foil. There was a teacher named Lancaster; If you’d go fast, she’d say “Go faster.” To us the greatest mystery of all Was why Miss Linda didn’t fall On some of those hikes she liked to master. There was a young lady named Nevill; Her one great pastime was travel. And to her a good time Wasn’t ever a crime; So at times this young lady did revel. Favorite Faculty Phrases ( Continued) There was a tall man we called Henderson; He was every bit as bright as Lord Tennyson. He would give you his Billikin smile If away your time you would while; And you’d wish you were anywhere but near Henderson. There was a tall lady named Cowan. To ‘‘Aunt Gravity” we were always scrapin’ and bowin’ She wore orthopedic shoes That would give us the blues, But ’twas said for health they were allowin’. There was a school teacher named Harris; His pupils he’d sometimes embarrass. For hours they did dig On that terrible trig; But to get a good grade was a rareness. There was a Chem teacher named Walker. It can’t be said he was much of a talker. But when it came to that Chem, He was right there with the vim; And when he talked on that line, he was a corker. There was a wee man called Smith; He hammered the boards with a biff. For any school plan We’d call on this man, For we soon found that his gift was no myth. There was a fair lady named Elliott; Just why she liked Spanish I can’t tell yet. She would teach French, too, But only to the few ' Who’d come before she’d rung the bell yet. There was a type-pecker named Penrod; In his classes the students would ne’er nod. He taught some queer symbol That made fingers quick and nimble. But no pen staff could do as did this Penrod. There was a young lady named Baker; When it came to dictation she was some “taker.” She could paint, it was said: (When there was no fun to be led), And we know by the pictures she made that she was no faker. There was a librarian named Dulin; It was known she would stand for no foolin’. When a book you’d return. She’d just look at you stern: And you’d always remember the rulin’. There was a school teacher named Brewer; There was no use to try to out-do her. Semicolons and commas she’d generously scatter Where we didn’t think they’d possibly matter, But her smile for all woes was a cure. There was a good saint of the wee folks, Who most gently the shyest could coax To work and to play—A Pied Piper, she; Her voice was so sweet, ’twas easy to see How Mrs. Henderson won all the wee folks. WHOSE SVHgOmfLT A FACULTY ARMFUL . fy 10 I HL� M w liHf YOUNG MOUNTAIN CUMBERS R oM FOR MORE V I vj� — 78 — To the Coyote Coyote, old dear, you make me blue; Your attitude toward life ain’t true. Because it seems you always try, To make a fellow pine and sigh. At night when all is peace and still, And breezes whisper oe’r the hill, I love to think, and dream, and roam, Among my ' fancies all alone. Then comes your lonely howl so clear, To bring me back and keep me here; Forbidding me a world of bliss You bury me in lonesomeness. First Term SEPTEMBER 21-22 Matriculation days and fees. Mr. Mar¬ quis heals wounds over bad credits. With your continued wailing song You make me feel that friends are gone. And soon you have all joy subdued, And crushed in deadening solitude. Now are you really sad, old friend? You have the prairies at command; Have you your many comrades lost, Or has some fate your pathway crossed? Why, this old world is full of fun, Though you can’t find it on the run; I wish you’d try to be content And cease that howling sentiment. —Betty Carr. ) SEPTEMBER 22 College night on the hill. OCTOBER 7 Governor Hobby pays Sul Ross a visit. OCTOBER 26 High and mighty seniors are entertained by hopeful juniors. OCTOBER 31 Ghosts entertain students on Normal Hill. NOVEMBER 7 Famous Treble-Clef Club is organized with fitting try¬ out. NOVEMBER 11 There is a delightful Armistice-day program given by members of American Legion. NOVEMBER 15 Students give themselves a “hop” and zinc lemonade at Mrs. Baines’. NOVEMBER 16 Board of Regents visit New Normal. They are entertained by barbecue. School is formally opened. NOVEMBER 25 Thanksgiving comes with homegoings and holi¬ days. DECEMBER 21 A beautiful Vesper Service is given by Treble Clef Club. DECEMBER 22 Training-school pupils entertain in chapel. Happy Christmas holidays come to brighten things up after fearful exams. Students receive death grades instead of death notices. Second Term JANUARY 4 New term, new pupils, new hopes. JANUARY 7 Big Bend Literary Society springs into being. JANUARY 18 A big eagle is presented to school by Master Anja Wilson of the Training School. JANUARY 28 Loss of basket-ball game with Ft. Stockton. FEBRUARY 2 Ground-hog day. Faculty have supper and social hour at Sul Ross. FEBRUARY 5 Directors of Interscholastic Meet plan year’s activities. FEBRUARY 7 Girls’ Athletic Council has banquet at Garnett Hotel in honor of themselves. This is to be an annual event. FEBRUARY 8 College girls organize Sachem Literary Society. FEBRUARY 12 Training-school girls tell stories in chapel. ..jrft, - K ' T ' mX: .., FEBRUARY 14 Seniors entertain juniors at Valentine party. FEBRUARY 18 The Normal boys play Ft. Davis boys in basket-ball. Defeat. FEBRUARY 21 First year class entertains Second years at Colonial Party. FEBRUARY 22 First Annual Normal Picnic and plant¬ ing of native plants on campus. FEBRUARY 25 Treble-Clef Club, in white middies and skirts, very charmingly entertain Faculty. MARCH 2 Miss Boyle and Treble-Clef conduct Sandwich Day. The long-planned-for-Texas-exes’ Banquet 1 comes off flying orange and white. MARCH 4 Pep Rally to decide whether “The Brand” is to be or not to be. Enthusiastic decision in favor of its being. MARCH 15 Mr. Harris forgets to give final geometry exam!!!! MARCH 16 Sighs and shouts are heard as winter closes. Third Term MARCH 19 Miss Lancaster and some of her hikers have an out door house- party. MARCH 21 Two extremes meet; Romeo and Cream o’ Wheat, at Miss Aynes- worth’s Advertisement Party. . MARCH 25 First years sell candy. APRIL 1 Rifle Match. APRIL 7 All find proper seat in chapel. Circus day. APRIL 16 The “Worsted Man” comes to town. APRIL 18 The Sachems hold open meeting in honor of Faculty and Study Club. Sul Ross Disorganizations The Girls’ Aesthetic Association It has been an inspiration to spectators to note the wonderful progress made by the Girls’ Aesthetic Association, under the able leadership of Miss Lancaster. Perhaps a few facts about the aim and works of this organization will be a blessing to those who are seeking health and beauty, and the best way to give these facts, I believe, is to publish a copy of the constitution which was adopted September 29, 1920. CONSTITUTION Article I.—Name. The name of this organization shall be the “Girls’ Aesthetic Association.” Article II.—Purpose. The aim of this organization shall be to promote personal beauty, pleasure, and health among the faculty and students of the Sul Ross Normal College. Article III.—Membership. The active membership of this organization shall consist of those girls who pledge to uphold this constitution and fulfill every rule herein mentioned. Article IV.—Officers The officers of this organization shall be a president, a vice-president, a secretary, a treasurer, a fashion designer, a hair dresser, a face enameler, and a dietician. The Girls’ Aesthetic Association Continued Article V.—By-Laws. I. The diet of each member shall be soda pop, ice cream, chocolate candy, and pickles. II. The meals shall be eaten with as much irregularity as possible. III. The hour of retirement shall be not earlier than 5 a. m.; and not more than four hours of sleep shall be taken per twenty-four hours. IV. No reading shall be done save in the fashion sheet. All other print is hard on the eyes. V. Every member shall pledge not to walk more than one way to school each day and to take as little exercise otherwise as possible. VI. Social functions must not be attended save on school nights. VII. Every girl shall use as much rouge and powder as will conveniently stay on her lips and face, in order to bring out more forcefully the healthy color and fine texture of the skin. VIII. Every member shall wear French heel shoes for every-day wear, with heels not less than five inches high. IX. No member shall appear in public dressed in any material other than broad cloth, satin, taffeta, or georgette. X. Every member shall be the possessor of an old-rose silk umbrella and an orange- beaded handbag. Little Curve Gesture Society (Clipping from The Avalanche.) The “Little Curve Gesture Society” entertained the citizens of Alpine Monday eve¬ ning April 11, 1921, in the auditorium of the Sul Ross Normal College. The purpose of this club is to develop grace and ease in gestures which accompany public speaking. The past six weeks have been devoted to the study of debating gestures, and the wonder¬ ful accomplishment of these boys was shown in the program for Monday evening. The subject of debate was a question of supreme interest to students of every school,—that is: “Should Campus Lovers be Abolished?” Alonzo Hord and Guy Smith held the affirmative side, while George Livingston and Jesse Carter held the negative. The audience was undecided as to which side was giving the best gestures until the rebuttal, when George, as he pronounced the climax, rose high upon the toe of his right foot, extended his left foot backward, and leaning toward the audience, balanced himself with the seasaw movement of his arms. This won the vote for the negative side. As a result of this decision, the Sul Ross Sextet will continue to coo, and it is not at a!l improbable that the earnest advocates of the abolition of Campus Lovers, Guy and Alonzo, may become supporters of the lovers’ cause—when they themselves enter the ranks. Quadruple Bass Club Because of the many delightful programs rendered at assembly, our school is loud in its praise of the Quadruple Bass Club, which is composed of our prettiest and most musical young women. Their most recent program is as follows: Opening Song . Good Night Ladies BY CLUB Piano Solo. Marching Thru Georgia SUSYBEL BUNTON Vocal Duet. The Three Little Kittens GLADYS PETERS and KATHALEE POWERS Unison Song. The Last Rose of Summer Violin Solo. Jazz Alley EDA WEYERTS Vocal Solo. When T ' other Dear Charmer ' s Away MINERVA JONES Quarter. Sweetheart Land ZOLA HARMON, JOE ELLA FUNK. ERMA WEAKLEY. LADY BUNTON Closing Song. How Can I Bear to Leave BY CLUB The Unwise Women Minutes for Meeting November 7, 1920 A group of young men met November 7, 1920, in Miss Anne’s room with James Lee Hill acting as president pro tern. The following officers were elected: Marion McKenzie, president; James Lee Hill, vice-president, Edward Weyerts, secretary, Neal B. Davis, treasurer. A motion was made, seconded, and carried that the organization be known as the Unwise Women, the name being suggested by the famous organization of women known as “Sachems,” or wise men. The colors selected were red and pink. The motto of the club is: “Reading maketh a full man; therefore, let us read one book a year.” Motion was made, seconded, and carried that the time of meeting should be the first Wednesday of every week. It was decided that at the first lietrary meeting a study should be made of Horatio Alger, Jr. Nolan Carmack, Jean Sheppard, and Martin Rollins were appointed by the president as program committee. The meeting adjourned. Peters-Powers Pop-Pest (Final Fling for Freshmen) I. Question. Why have some of the Chinese quit wearing queues? Answer. By the Treaty of Shimonoseki, China was required to pay an indemnity of 200,000,000 taels to Japan. II. Question. What kind of smiles relieve the greatest suspense? Answer. Faculty smiles. III. Question. Which of Mr. Harris’ math classes is the most harmonious? Answer. The Trig class (all know-nothings). IV. Question. Who are the greatest campus lovers of today? Answer. The Sul Ross Sextet. V. Question. Do you believe that great things come in small packages? Why? Answer. Yes. Look at Mr. V. J. Smith. VI. Question. Has Mr. Harris yet invented anything to cure students of the recitation- . sleeping disease? Answer. Not that we have noticed. Ask Mr. Henderson; he knows. VII. Question. Why did Mr. Walker call his sultana “Sister Dulin”? Answer. Quien Sabe. Ask him. VIII. Question. Give the chief difference between fragmentary sentences found in a freshman’s themes and those found in Thomas Carlyle’s writings Answer. Carlyle’s were made for effect, the freshman’s through ignorance. IX. Question. What kind of an angle is B-DAM? Answer. A trihedral angle of course. X. Question. Describe your favorite teacher with six adjectives. Answer. Big, long, tall, high, slim, smiling—Henderson! XI. Question. What is the predominating religion in China Answer Confusionism. XII. Question. Who are the chief characters (char-rac’-ters) of the “Know-nothing- Party” ? Answer. J. T. Reynolds and Charlie Givens. XIII. Question. The foundation for what factory is laid on the Sul Ross Campus? Answer. The Castor Oil Plant. XIV. Question. Do you believe it possible for any person to write a love letter every day Answer. Yes. Mr. Hartman did. XV. Question. What is the most unique (u’ni ky) figure in Solid Geometry? Answer. J. T. Reynolds. XVI. Question. Define and give an example of “Son-of-a-gun.” Answer. A Duke-smixture; this quiz. ®$r-‘ A Drama of the Bathtub Time: Eight o’clock Wednesday night. Place: Miss Anne’s room in Dormitory. Miss Anne: Girls, I called you in here to tell you that we are going to have hot water tonight, although it is not Saturday. Chorus: First! First! First! Miss Anne: No, Miss Elliott is in the tub now, and Miss Cowan has it next. Chorus: Not fair! Not fair! They knew about it first. Third! Third, then! Susybel: Well, I’m last every time, and there’s only a puddle of water left. I’m going to follow Miss Cowan. J. Lee: Go ahead, girls, I have learned to rely on my sense of humor in many hard¬ ships and sacrifices. I— Elmore: But you can’t bathe in a sense of humor. To be magnanimous, though, I’ll wait till Saturday. Marie: All honor to the Saturday tradition, but I’m going to have a bath after Susy. Mary: Now, Marie, you know you will give your place up to your roommate. Marie: Yes, like a fish, but you can have it after me. Lady: Fourth! Day: Fifth! Gladys: Sixth! Dorthy: Last—just my luck! Miss Anne: Where is Miss Cowan? She has been in the bathtub twelve minutes, and that is entirely too long. Susybel, go get ready so there will be no delay when Miss Cowan gets out. (Girls march out of Miss Anne’s room, and stopping in the hall, begin to dance.) Miss Anne, rushing in: Susybel Bunton, how can you be so frivolous as to dance when Miss Cowan is out of the tub? For this I reverse the order. Dorothy, I give you fifteen minutes to take your bath. All of you go to your rooms; it is half past eight now. (Girls all go out of the hall grumbling.) —DAY BAKER, Second Year Class. — 86 — The Annual Editor’s Roommate She had that tense, haggard look of the annual staff members the last week before the book goes to press, and so at first I was not surprised when she answered my “What’s the matter?” with a stormy “It’s The Brandy Then I rementibered. “T te Brandf Why, you aren’t on the staff.” “Who said I was? Might as well be, though, as room with a girl who is. I get all the evil effects of it. How would you like to room for three months with annuals, dozens and dozens of them, stacked on your dresser and desk, piled in your window sills till you couldn’t get a breath of air? How would you like, after an hour’s search, to find your hat. your brand new Sunday hat, under a stack of Broncos, Yuccas, Cactuses, Pedagogs, and Horned Frogs? Suppose, too, that you had to listen by the hour to poems on mountains and cows and prairie-dogs and fairies and windmills, or be interrupted in the midst of a geometry original to pass on a rhyme for coyote, or to comment on the tail of a burro or the nose of a girl in a drawing. And that isn’t half. I’ve had to pose for kodak pictures and cartoons, and allow my name to be used for the victim or the villain in all the stories and dramas. I’m awakened at two in the morning by a stealthy sound, to see a white, ghostly figure at the window. My startled queries bring no reply except: ‘Go back to sleep; I’m just studying this glorious moonlight because I have to write a poem for The Brand. Perhaps, though. I could do better on the sunrise, if you’ll wake me in the morning. What time does the sun rise?’ “It’s telling on both our dispositions. The other day when I dashed in shouting: ‘Charlie Cahplain at the Empire tonight Let’s go early so we can get good seats,’ she turned on me almost fiercely: ‘You know perfectly well that I haven’t time to go io the show. And besides, ten cents would help to pay for kodak snap shots for the annual. ' “And this morning I lost my temper. I put on my new evening dress, a perfect dream of a dress, all satin and filmy, gauzy pink cloud, and she just sat and stared in a queer, abstracted sort of way, and then sighed: ‘I’m afraid it would hardly do; not striking or singul ar enough—Oh! I beg your pardon. I was hunting something to dra W for The Brand, a cartoon to illustrate social events!’ I do believe she’d cartoon her grandmother for the grind section. Why, she fairly combs this campus with a fine tooth comb for copy for that annual. Only last night she said to me casually: ‘You don’t mind, do you, dear, my writing up that little incident you told me about you and John? It makes such a good story for the Literary Section. I changed the names, of course.’ That little incident, by the way, happens to be my most sacred confidence. And John would be furious! I don’t dare send him an annual. “I could bear it myself, I suppose, but outsiders are beginning to notice her queer behavior. It’s positively rude the way she stares at people and goes prying into their affairs, all for the sake of the annual. And last Sunday, at the close of that beautiful vesper service, as the minister came down from the pulpit she stepped up to him and asked: ‘Have you subscribed for a copy of The Brand yet?’ “Do you suppose the strain could permanently affect her mind? Sh! Here she conies now, with her notebook. Doesn’t she look haggard and pale? Poor child! I must try to be more patient with her.” —Gladys Peters . The Brand in the Burning Time: Three o’clock of the day the “Brand” must go to press. Scene: Annual Office—Paper strewn on the floor; drawings and pictures on the table; annuals piled in window. Mary at typewriter, working nervously. Otis with frown, counting cash which will not balance with his books. George drawing a large steer lassoed by a small cowboy. Lulu cutting out pictures. Marie pasting pictures. Nina Belle doing up packages to be sent to press, and at intervals urging the others to hurry. Susybel and Gladys near the window writing. Miss Aynesworth moving about with a hurried, anxious expression but a forced smile. Miss Brewer correcting manuscripts. Miss Aynesworth: Yes, Susybel, that description is good, but I think you need a few more adjectives. (To girl at the door) Just a minute, Kathalee. Otis, perhaps you failed to count Mr. Slover’s subscription. George, isn’t that steer’s tail a little out of proportion to his horns? Gladys: Mary, couldn’t you muffle that typewriter? I simply can’t get the metre to my poem smooth with that noise going. Mary (snappily): This isn’t a piano with a soft pedal. Door opens. Puff of wind blows papers all over the floor, upsetting George’s ink bottle. Chorus: Shut that door! Every staff needs a door-keeper more than an editor. Enler Katlialee. Kathalee: Oh. Nina Belle, I want to get my High School annual, “The Busy Bee 1 , that I loaned to you yesterday. Nina Belle: Why I didn’t know you left one here. To whom did you give it? Kathalee: I gave it to you. Don’t you know, while you were talking to Mr. Marquis? Nina Belle: I surely can’t remember it. I haven’t the slightest idea where it is. We’ll look for it next week. Kathalee: I must have it this very day. You are very thoughtless and careless to be an annual editor. Now, I never forget where I put things. Fruitless search for “The Busy Bee” ensues. Nina Belle: I’m very sorry about it. We’ll give it to you the minute we find ft. It must be somewhere in— Kathalee: Yes, it’s in here if some of you terrible people haven’t carried it off and lost it. That would be just like you. I guess you’ll know it the next time I lend you anything, and I’ll not write another theme to� go in the annual either. I suppose that will teach you a lesson. A fine editor you make—lose everything people bring you. We’ll have a grand annual I’m sure. Otis, you can just cancel my subscription for your old “Brand”. I never did want one anyway. Kathalee flips out and slams the door. Lulu: Who in the world cut Miss Ayneswortli’s head off? Marie: 1 did. I wanted it to go on the Sachem’s page. I thought you could use that one of her on the donkey. Lulu: Now, I guess you have ruined things. I need that picture for the faculty page. The one on the donkey is entirely too undignified to use here, and I can’t find another. Marie, you are always cutting up my pictures. I wish you would leave them alone. The Brand in the Burning Continued Enter Miss Baker. Miss Baker: Marie, you are wanted on the ’phone. Marie: Well I can’t come now. I’ve got to hold Mr. Henderson’s feet down. Every time I turn him loose he hicks up fearfully. This paste is no good. Miss Baker: Lay a book on Mr. Henderson’s feet. It’s an urgent message, and I can’t be bothered coming to call you again. Exit Miss Baker followed by Marie, who soon returns. Miss Brewer (with forced calm) : Where is Bill? Mr. Marquis is locked up in that drawer, and Bill is gone with the keys. I can’t work another bit until I get him; so I guess it’ll be an afternoon wasted for me. I might as well have gone on that picnic. Otis, do go and get Bill. George: That big steer is in the drawer too. Marie: Yes, and the Dormitory Bathtub and my scissors. For goodness sake, hurry and get Bill, Otis. Exit Otis. Enter Della. Della: Nine Belle, I just ran in to tell you that I’m having Mrs. Thain make an¬ other picture of me for the second-year page. I’ve just discovered that the tip of my left ear shows dreadfully in the picture you have. Nine Belle: But we can’t wait for another picture to be made. The last page of the annual must go to the press today. I’m sorry, but— Della: I don’t see why you have to be in such a hurry. Oh, why didn’t I notice that horrid defect before! (Exit) Enter Bill and Otis. Bill (meekly) : What is it, Miss Brewer? Miss Brewer: Please unlock that picture drawer. We’ve wasted a great deal of valuable time. DidnT you know we’d need those pictures? It was thoughtless of you to go away with the keys. Chorus: No need to lock that drawer anyway. Bill walks over and pulls out the drawer without using the keys. Bill (sulkily): The old drawer wasn’t locked. Enter Tom. Tom: Bill, I want to get those films I gave you the other day. Bill: Why, you didn’t say you wanted them again; so we didn’t save them. Tom: What! You destroyed those films! Well, you’ve got to give me the pictures then, you Boob. Marie (wailing): But they are already pasted on the page. Exit Tom in a furious rage. Nina Belle: Whose chest is that lying under the table? Mary: It’s Mr. Harris ' . I just needed his head on this page. Can’t you use his body somewhere else? Enter Girl Whose Name is withheld—hy Request. Girl: Oh. Miss Aynesworth, I’ve written the cutest litle poem for the annual, and I want to read it to you all. It’s about— Miss Aynesworth: We haven’t time to listen now, dear. Just lay it down there, and we’ll read it later. Girl: No, I’ve just got to read it to you now. I’m afraid that unless I read it, you will fail to get the whole significance of it. (Glancing about the tumbled office) And, anyhow, you might get it lost in here. The Brand in the Burning Continued Girl reads the poem: One day in a secluded nook We met in the auditorium; We bent our heads over a book, And we sat in the auditorium. He said, T love you”, And I laid my head on his shoulder. I said, “Oh do you?” And I kept my head on his shoulder. He said, “I’m going to kiss you”. (My lips were conveniently near). I said, “I don’t care if you do”. And my lips— (Thud of falling). Chorus: Look! Catch Miss Aynesworth! She’s fainted! Girl: Any my lips— Marie: I bet if you lived in the Dormitory, you’d know better than to read a thing like that to the Dean of Women. Girl: But let me finish it— And my lips— Lulu: Get some water quick, and call Miss Lancaster. Otis flies for Miss Lancaster and water. And my lips were— Nina Belle: Why—why—yes, of course. Your poem’s very good, but, my dear, you— you know that—a we haven’t room to put everything in the annual that students write. Open the window, girls, and let Miss Aynesworth have some air. No don’t; our papers will blow away—however, a-a—you just—a—leave the poem here, and we will think about it. It will surely be too bad to leave that out. I think, though, the students will understand and not feel hurt if there is not room for everything they write. Girl (looking sulkily at Miss Aynesworth. upon whose face, cold water is being poured): If they’d only let me finish it! (Exit). Miss Lancaster, Miss Cowan, Elmore, and Otis rush into the room. Elmore: What’s happened? Anything that would make a good joke for the annual ? Otis: Joke! Better say tragedy! Miss Lancaster drops on one knee besides Miss Aynesworth and begins applying first aid remedies. Miss Cowan: I knew she’d kill herself working on that annual. Bill (kodak in hands): Wait! Don’t revive her ’till I get a snapshot of her for the annual. Miss Aynesworth (opening ' eyes): Let me up! There’s not a minute to lose. Miss Lancaster: You come down to the gymnasium, and I’ll give you some exercise to brace you up. Exeunt Miss Aynesworth, Miss Lancaster, and Miss Cowan. Nina Belle: We might as well stop. “The Brand” can’t go to the press today. I guess one more day won’t matter.’ Otis locks money drawer; Bill locks picture drawer to keep safe the to-be-returned- to-owner pictures. Mary covers the typewriter. Exeunt all except Nina Belle, who sits down at the table and buries her face in her arms. Nina Belle (despairingly) : Why in the world did I ever consent to be editor-in- chief of “The Brand”? Gladys Peters, Freshman. VBB “Three little niggers in a peanut shell: We know somethings we sha’n’t tell.” 1. Which two members of the faculty are engaged. 2. Which one has prospects. 3. How much chewing gum Miss Baker orders. 4. Who furnished the recipe for the zinc lemonade. 5. How many G’s Mr. Harris gave. 6. What Miss Cowan knows about the force of gravity. 7. Why a Ford is a good investment for Faculty members. 8. The charms of traveling on the Orient. 9. Mary’s definition of HOARDING. 10. When Tom studies. 11. The secrets of the B. J. C. Society. 12. The naughty words the Dean o f Women and the Editor-in-Chief said during the last rush of work on “The Brand.” W. B. H.: “What are you drawing. George?” George L.: “Why, a burro for the first year class. W. B. H.: “But where’s its tail?” George: “O, that’s still in the ink bottle.” — 92 — Mr. Henderson: “That finishes our lesson for today. Ts there any question you wish to ask Loujenia: “Yes, sir; may we go?” Miss Naive collecting data for annual approaches a faculty member. “Now what is that saying you use-A to Iz-A to what” Faculty Member who has lived thru various annuals. “Yes, I do say A to Izzard.” Miss Naive (hesitatingly): “Now, just how do you spell that?” Faculty Member (graciously): “I’ll leave that to you.” Miss Aynesworth (in English conference), sternly: “You have not corrected this paper, Lady.” Lady Bunton: “Why, yes I have, Miss Aynesworth; there weren’t any mistakes on that page.” Miss Aynesworth: “No mistakes Here is a very glaring one—rode for road. What did you think I meant by those exclamation points in the margin?” Lady (crestfallen): “Oh! I thought you meant ‘Excellent’.” Mr. Henderson (in History 31): What are the four big heads under Economics?” Ward “Production, distribution, exchange, and tuberculosis.” Mr. Walker: “Minerva, of what practical use is osmatic pressure?” Minerva “To keep your food down.” English 30 Student in library, dejectedly: “I can’t find out anything about Eve’s Triplets.” English 40 Student: “Eve’s Triplets Why I didn’t know she had any.” English 30 Student “Neither did I, but that’s our assignment in English.” Just here the Librarian’s silence rap interrupted the conversation; a convulsed but kind classmate slipped Stevenson’s AEs Triplex into the inquirer’s lap, and the English 40 Student went away to consult the Old Testament. Mr. Henderson: “Johnnie, why were there two battles fought at Manassas in two years?” Johnnie “Because it was a good place to fight, I guess.” Lady Bunton: “Miss Aynesworth, can you tell me what it means to have conscientious scruples removed?” Miss Aynesworth (Puzzled, but reluctant to admit ignorance). “I don’t think I ever heard of removing conscientious scruples,. Are you sure”— Lady (earnestly): “Yes I’m sure. I’ve known two or three people who had it done. It’s always before they are twenty-one year old.” Miss Aynesworth: “You don’t mean having one’s disabilities removed, do you?” Lady: “Oh that is what I mean. But what is that”? Explanation drowned by laughter of class. i .... . J. Lee: “Raymond, I want a very small bottle of liquid vacuum.” Raymond: “I’m sorry, but I believe we are out of that just now.” Mr. Henderson (exasperated after a fruitless effort to obtain a response from history class): “Well class, did you ever hear of the Boston Tea Party?” Nannie B: “No, sir; 1 haven’t read anything but The Sterling City News Record since I’ve been here.” Prexy: “Now Miss Baker, we have the following equipment for a cafeteria this summer; plates, glasses, cups, tables, and cutlery.” Miss Baker: “And knives, forks, and spoons.” Prexy: “You remind me of the farmer who said he didn’t have any poultry, but had plenty of chickens and fresh eggs.” Miss Baker: “Oh, 1 thought cutlery was cut glass.” A strange thing happened the other day which caused an awful scare; Walter Rooney was seen on the streets, and Zola wasn’t there. Mr. Henderson: “What were the two political parties in China in 1912”? Ward “The Chin Fu Tang, and Chop Suey Gang. The Chopstick Gang opposed both. Teacher: “Tom, what is the Vatican?” Tom: “I think it is a kinda’ burial ground.” Sul Ross is famous for her “Combinations.” Two students aimlessly walking thru the corridors one noon-hour passed into the chapel, where they unexpectedly witnessed a com¬ bination scene supervised by Cupid. The students, feeling that they were trespassing, dodged thru the nearest door. But too late! Cupid’s work had been interfered with; one half of the combination went east, the other half west. It is rumored that the next Legislature will be asked for an appropriation to buy helmets for the faculty chaperones. They object to having their heads strike the top of the cars. A young lady from the high school has dropped B. A. and turned her attention to chemistry because it is more closely connected with H. E. [V —94— The Purple Cow 1 1 never saw a purple cow; I never hope to see one. But I can tell you, anyhov:, Vd rather see than he one. Of course Burgess never saw the Purple Cow; he did not seek her in the right place, here on the tawny-colored plains of the true kineland. Once, long ago, he might have found her here, but he would seek her now in vain. Do you know what became of the Purple Cow? Very few do. I should not have known if a good Sachem had not told me. Long ago the Purple Cow roamed the western hills and prairies, and all who saw her _but there were very few—admired her. She was the queen of the cows. It has never been decided whether she was queen because she wore the royal purple, or whether she wore the royal purple because she was queen. But regal she was, even to her disposition, stately and pompous—and idle. She very seldom deigned to give milk, and when she did, it was purple. Now purple milk is for royalty, and here in the greht West, where Democracy reigns, there is no need for royal fare. Among the inhabitants of the West, even purple cows cannot shirk their duty. The great Spirit told the Purple Cow this, but she was queenly and calm, and did not heed his warning. And then one day, in a huge cloud of dust, so common to the West in the spring, she was whirled away and away, out across the prairies, over Paradise Canyon and Sunny Glen, and beyond the highest point of Mitre Peak. But she comes back each day through all the years—that is, her spirit does. Every evening just at sunset, it comes and hovers softly for a few minutes over the hills and the edge of the plains where they meet the sky. And her spirit is purple. Thus she atones for shirking her duty. So the wise Sachem told me. —J. Lee Hill, Freshman. A March Pole Dance It was a peaceful spring day. The sun shone warmly, and a light breeze stirred the leaves of the locusts. Mr. Harris was strolling calmly down the Normal Hill. And then, suddenly, a whirlwind started madly up the hill. Round and round it circled, growing in volume and velocity, moving steadily forward. 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