Taylor University - Ilium / Gem Yearbook (Upland, IN)

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ITWs Bfctt iit Ik smtsr Class MISS BROOKS— This lady from the Corn-cracker State is extremely fond of laughing. She is a deaconess by calling. Nobody, not even Mr. Lee, seems to be able to understand her. Emerson would cal lher great, but we prefer to term her paradoxical. MISS CLINE — A quiet Hoosier lady; a book-worm; fond of making all kinds of high grades. A great historian; will publish The History of Fluenza, Esq. MISS BINGHAM — A smart lady from the Buckeye State; reserved, but seems unable to conceal her love for beautiful Porto Rico. MR. LEE — A Michi-gander; a Mark Twain come to Taylor. Declares he can ' t see the molecules but claims to have heard the fly crow, The Democrat. MR. O ' NEILL— Hails from Porto Rico, and takes great pride in being Uncle Sam ' s nephew ; fond of beans, rice, macaroni and fresh bread. Lood out, Madam Suffrag- ette ! This Chrysostom of the Senior Class is determined to make mamma stay at home. The Republican. MR. GONZALEZ — A plain fellow is Prof. from the far-off Pearl of the Orient. MR. HUTSINPILLER— From the Flickertail State; married and a good husband. This gentleman seems to carry a mental scale — weighs every word he sends out. MR. JEFFERS— From the Buckeye State — married. Quiet and deep; fond of philosophic contemplation; Silence is Golden. MR. STILES — Another from the Buckeye State; married, an athlete top-notch; has a pow- erful voice ; a live-wire — shocks even her, sometimes. MR. AYRES— A Hoosier; another married Senior. Kenneth is our only scientist and mathematician ; expects to invent an instrument for magnifying and meas- uring the ions. MR. ROGERS— From the Nutmeg State. About to marry; can Cope with the situation. MISS ESKES — A Flickertail lady. A suffragette of no mean power — look out, Bill ! This lady prefers to live unto herself, and of course, if .

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3iisteg mf i xt Class xtl 1320 TRUTH comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinit? alloy. — Bovee. To chronicle the history of the Taylor University Class of 1920 individually would require record of at least eighty young Americans. There were sixty of us as Freshmen. It has been written that in the Sophomore year the class is but a shadow of its former self, even though there were enrolled that year fourteen new members, making the Sophomore class thirty-one. Our country ' s entrance into the war had drawn its toll, not only of those who had enlisted, but of many others whose withdrawal from school had been necessitated by the tensity of general conditions. As Juniors we were ten, one new name appearing that year; while in our Senior roll of twelve are included three members new to Taylor this year, two others, who be- fore they went into the army, had been Juniors with former classes, and one, who at the close of her Junior year, spent a year as a teacher. Of those who have been enrolled in the class in former years, three graduated with the class of 1919. Ten are now in other classes in Taylor, the courses of most of them having been interrupted by military service. A few are in other colleges; some have entered homes of their own ; and in the field of duty others are to be found as ministers, missionaries, teachers, banker and others. Of the twelve now composing the class, we find two, Miss Brooks and Mr. Jeffers, who have been with the class the full four years. There were eight of us here the next year; and six last year, four of whom had entered in the fall of 1917 to continue the three years. We number in the class natives of sixt states, of Porto Rico and of the Philip pines. Our preparatory and undergraduate training has been contributed to by ten high schools, three academies, eight colleges, one seminary, one summer school, one deaconess training school, one army school, one conservatory of music and two other schools. Lest some one think we are a company of uncertain wanderers, let it be noticed that we have averaged three years in Taylor. Half of the class hope to go to the mission field. In the past teaching has been the favorite occupation, followed in order by farming, preaching and soldiering. Among our number we find teacher and pupil, farmer and soldier, postman and librarian, orator and salesman, artist and athlete, deaconess and student volunteer. May we look upon our varied experiences and history as a sacred trust, and go forth from the halls and class rooms of Taylor into fields of service, not for ourselves alone, but for God and humanity wherever our call may lead us. ROSS J. HUTSINPILLER.

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SOI aar? ! illlllli i iHSB5K SB9l@ (Lhr Cssnttmls uf (Lntz Lm ersltirj (Prof. Geo. Shaw) Motituri Salutamus. We who are about to die salute you. So said one of old time to Caesar. And so say we to you who are about to leave university halls to take your place among the leaders of Church, State and Society. The crying need of the age is for true leaders. The world is i na chaotic state and madness is in the hearts of men. Madness and fear and a dreadful uncertainty fill the minds of onlooking human- ity. Blind guides there are a plenty but the world was never in greater need of true and sane leadership. The leaders of tomorrow are in the schools of today. To graduate from college is the privilege of a very few. To have a college education means that you will in all probability be a leader among men. Just what kind of a leader you will be will depend upon your native ability and how well you have applied your- self to your academic studies. It will also depend upon how you grasp the essential elements of leadership. Conditions of leadership will change, but the essential qualifications remain the same — the same whether it be Napoleon on the plains of Lombardy or Foch on the de- vastated plains of Picardy; whether Paul on Mars ' Hill or Wesley on the moores of Smithfield. No matter how well you have mastered theories in the class room you are now to grapple with facts and deal with the hearts and wills of the people. You have yet to learn the truth of the poet ' s words that the best study of mankind is man. The first essential of true leadership is faith in the future. You have youth and with youth is vision. The leader must not sit down and waste his time in vain regrets over the irrevocable past, but must stir his heart over the possibilities which lie in the available future. How beautiful is youth, all possibiliites are in its hands, No danger daunts it, and no foe withstands in its sublime audacity of faith. To believe in these possibilities is the first great essential of leader- ship. You must believe in success before success can crown your labor. There can be no crowning victory if you embark on a doubtful course. You must believe in yourself and the cause you espouse. You must believe through the darkest hours of seeming defeat that ultimately you will succeed. To lose faith is sure defeat. You must have the will to believe. This thing we call faith is the soul ' s anchorage when the storms of opposition threaten with destruction the work our hands are trying to perform. We must refuse to listen to the prognosticators of failure and push on in joyful anticipation of final victory. Faith is a subjective continuity of disposition and will, which seeks to hold firmly to an objective continuity in existence. Faith holding fast in the dark- est hour of seeming defeat has brought the sure reward of ultimate and glorious victory. The war phrase of the English troops when their back was to the wall was carry on. You could not choose a better phrase than thi sfor your life work. Carry On. And this is what