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

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O N the morning of the first matriculation day at Sul Ross, while fidgeting students chafed at the tediousness of waiting their turns and denounced the whole process of registration, a restless little first-year at the end of the line forgot her impatience, felt it slip away before the calm, the gentleness, and gracious kindliness of a faculty woman filling out blanks at a table near-by. “I like her,” the first-year whispered to her freshman neighbor; “she’s an English teacher, I’m sure—and a good one, too.” The freshman replied: “Well, what ever she teaches, she’ll make you work!” The first-year was right; Miss Brewer was an English teacher, and the “good one” had not told the story by half. The freshman was right, too, for Miss Brewer did make her students work as they had never worked before— taught them the joy of working, and that is an achievement possible only to the teacher of rare skill and personality. It has been nearly four years since that first matriculation day, and many of the first-years have had with Miss Brewer three whole courses in English, every hour of which is a happy memory. When they recall the time, the patience, the understanding which she gave to them, a group of thoughtless, ignorant boys and girls, they wonder how any one could be so gentle, so sympathetic and kind as she. In their minds she is ever associated with the finest in literature and in life, for through her own deep love of the beautiful she led them to discover the noblest and most beauti¬ ful in poetry, led them to discover, too, the innate fineness in their own hearts. And she shared with them not only the lofty, the spiritual, but the simple, happy activities of their campus life. For two years she supervised the Brand ; she was active in Sachems, which owes its name to her suggestion; she organ¬ ized and directed the Stevensonians; she helped to edit the first Skyline; and she wrote our beautiful Sul Ross song. If students wanted an idea, they had but. to press an imaginary button, and from Miss Brewer’s brain came trooping suggestions for toasts, flag-day speeches, costume parties, picnics and stunts. The first-years, who are graduating now, will take through life memories of the teacher who made work a pleasure; of the friend whose whimsical humor lent zest to their play; of the woman whose unselfishness and beauty of char¬ acter have helped to shape their ideals—Miss Ro e Sharp Brewer. m 0

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Alma Mater, Dear Sul Ross Tune : amici. a 9? Where the rolling plains of Texas End in mountains high, There 9 s a land where glorious sunsets Flame in peerless sky. Chorus Ring, ye Alpine hills, with music. Joyous songs we y ll raise. Hail to thee, 0 Sul Ross College, Thee 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.