United States Military Academy West Point - Howitzer Yearbook (West Point, NY)

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o , re THE POINTER OF THE UNITED STATES MILITARY ACADEMY EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT II. W. Ehrgott, Managing Editor T. Calhoun, Jr., Asso. Editor D. L. Van Syckle, Asso. Editor 1 ' . M. Reeve, Asso. Editor C. McK. Conzelman, Liter- ary Editor XV. E. House, Editor-in-Chief II. . ToFTOY, Art Editor ( ' . ( ' . Carter, Professional Notes II. S. Hawkins, News R. K. McDonough, Sports E. C. Smallwood, Humor E. J. Van Horne, Asso. Literary Editor BUSINESS DEPARTMENT W. A. Walked. Business Manager F. L. Ankenbrandt, Circu- lation Manager T. II. JAMES, Asso. Circula- tion Manager E. R. Heiberg, Advertising Manager K. I.. MuNSON, .l.v.v-1. . , : ' ,., ' Using Manager. THE summer of 1923 saw the birth of the Pointer, as a result of the efforts of the class of - 1-. The first year of existence was trying, to say the least. The venture was admittedly an ex periment and it was entirely due to the untiring efforts of Page and his staff that the following June found the magazine not only thriving hut fairly well established in the field of collegiate publications. Hopkins and his staff, of the class of ' ' - ' ■ . Stepped into harness and carried cm the work of the founders by giving the Pointer a more individual character and by broadening the Scope of its usefulness. Their enthusiasm was .-is sin cere as it was inexhaustible, and they passed along tci US their spirit and their vision of a bigger and better Pointer. So we, in turn, have tried to add something of value to the contributions of our predecessors, and ree liiiwlri-il thirty-three

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Carol of a Christmas Area Bird At peak of noon, for just a splash of blue I szceep the sullen skies day after day. There is no rift; I find no hue, But just a great, grim canopy of grey. At dead of dark in vain I scan the dim And silent dome abovt aloft, afar, There is no vagrant ray from rim to rim; Infinitude of night — and not one star. A chilling damp enwinds me as a shroud, A pall of mist arises from the sea. I look where Heaven teas and cry aloud; A far, faint sigh comes moaning back to me. The home of fire gleams; I shall not feel its glow, Xor glimpse the joy, nor hear the laughter ring, But onward trudge my weary way. And so, I ask you. Death, old dear, where is thy sting! Y 3! O- Page three hundred thirty-two

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POINTER STAFF : Van Syckle. Ehrgott, House, Walker, Atlkenbrandt, Heiberg. Middle row: Munson, E. L.. James, Toftoy. Reeve. Smallwood, Calhoun, Back row: Van Home, Carter, C. C, Hawkins, H. S., McDonough, Conzelman. we like to feel that we have done something to- ward placing the Pointer on a firm and lasting foundation. We have worked together remarkably well and have generally felt phased with the re- sults of our efforts. Our work has been an end- less pleasure and has been well worth the time and trouble which it cost us. It is only proper that we different to our efforts, have been in many in- stances almost an enthusiastic as we. As long as we receive this support from the officers and the Corps, The Pointer will continue to expand and grow better. It will continue to reflect the spirit of the Corps and the Academy. Now, we who are about to go our several ways, deliver the Pointer into the hands of those who follow us. Give it ree hundred thirty-four