Union College - Stespean Yearbook (Barbourville, KY)

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STESPEAN, 1926 College Seniors J. Milburn Taylor Milburn is our busiest senior. How he keeps up with nineteen hours of col- lege work, teaches typing, algebra, shorthand, and plays basketball, not to mention occasional sparring matches with Dan Cupid, is a marvel to us — an example of efficiency is Milburn, which many around this place would do well to emulate. In fact, if the worthy juggler of time should ever de- sire a position as efficiency expert, the record of his last year at Union would be his best recommendation. Milburn once insisted that one noun can be the direct object of another noun. Henry Payne Henry is an optimist. We know it because he has been monitor of Stev- enson Hall for two years and still re- tains his position as one of the most popular men there — and that ' s saying much. His smile is always hiding just beneath the surface, ready at an in- stant ' s call. Henry is a first rate foot- ball man, having earned a letter every year he has played. At all athletic meets, when not in uniform, he can be heard yelling for Union above every one else on the sidelines. Henry prophesies that no one in the Modern Drama class will ever dare to marry. Page twenty-five

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STESPEAN, 1926 College Seniors Elmer Parker He will never be a detective! That old saw, Chechez la femme, cuts him out. He couldn ' t find one in a Beauty Shop. However, he thinks that, with a little practice, he can diagnose a case of measles if the bumps are big enough. Elmer ' s chief endeavors are to dodge Mathematics, steer clear of the Dean ' s office, browse through all the maga- zines on the reading table, and read every old romance on the library shelves. Elmer says the more he reads Ibsen, the less fault he has to find with Shakespeare. Bryant Cox No class is complete without its preacher; ours, it happens, is Bryant, without whom we could not have pre- served our identity. Bryant has the ad- mirable characteristic of going after a thing until he gets it. He is deeply interested in his studies, though not a bookworm. His lectures from the chapel platform on occasional Friday morn- ings call forth our smiles by his quiet sense of humor. The Alumni Editors ten years hence will have something more to say about the Reverend Bryant Cox. Bryant says he thought She Stoops to Conquer was well played till he saw the paper next morning and found out that it wasn ' t. Page t wenty-four

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STESPEAN, 1926 A Few Lines By the Seniors IT WAS an ancient Thracian custom that every man deposit daily in an urn a white pebble, if the day had been happy; if otherwise, a black one. In a way the Class of ' 26 has followed this classical example, but instead of pebbles, we have acquired mem- ories, for the most part white, and far more precious and important than the mere svmbols of the Ancients. Indeed, we of the graduating class, in parting from our pleasurable college activities, feel that college days are the best of our lives. In the years to come we shall recall the good old times on the campus, regretting that we cannot be there still; but we must go on, each in his own way, hoping to put that which he has learned to some profit in the world. To those who have guided our fickle minds along the paths of knowledge, we present here our apologies for the multitude of absurdities we have committed. The patience of our professors deserves pages of praise, but as we have only one at our disposal, we offer this humble apology, assuring them that their earnest efforts have driven home far more to our stupid minds than they think. We shall not forget the hours spent in their classes, and it will no doubt be satisfying to them to know that Boyles ' Law, H-SO 4 , the Reform Bill of 1832, and Ibsen, will continue to be familiar names, even though we don ' t know what they stand for. And, schoolmates dear, one point, please, about which we are very sensitive: Don ' t call us — don ' t even think of us as Alumni; it sounds so much like Aluminum, you know, and such an association grates upon our dignity as Seniors. We desire rather to be truant Unionites in danger of demerits for failure to keep appointments. This point of view will lend excitement and give us the feeling that we are still full-fledged students on the old campus, and with this impression we might even drop in at times for chapel to hear the Awakening Chorus. We congratulate the President and Board of Trustees on the steady progress we have seen from year to year. We are sure that an ever-broadening influence waits Old Union in the future. Our best wishes are extended to all. And now, friends, having made our apologies, having expressed our best wishes, and having given our congratulations, we of the Union College Class of 1926 will gather up our robes and depart while our dignity is still intact, for we have fears that we shall not be able to hold this pose much longer. Hail and farewell ! We thank you. E. G. P. Scene Most Appropriate for Strindberg Plays Stage and curtains draped in unrelieved black, characters from Insane Asylum or College. Orchestra plays in low heavy tones. A great American audience who otherwise would be at a movie if it were not for the commands of the Great God Art. The performance begins. A Vampire, a Daughter of Eve, the Strindberg Woman, weaves her unscrupulous web about the poor, feeble, passive member of the Stronger Sex. This Villain is no longer an individual, but a universal personage, the Woman of the Garden of Eden, Delilah, Cleopatra, and our own wife, daughter, and grandmother. The audience shrinks, fascinated; divorce lawyers distribute their professional cards. The curtain descends; three shots ring out as one; glum, impassive ushers carry out the suicides; the orchestra, unnoticed, continues its monotonous notes. Sad! Sad! SAD! My handkerchief ! Page twenty-six