The Normal Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 24, Ed. 1 Saturday, April 1, 1922 Page: 2 of 4
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THE NORMAL STAR
Published weekly as a project in
Journalism by the students of The
Southwest Texas State Normal Col-
lege, under the general direction of
the Department of English.
Entered as second-class matter, Nov.
21, 1921, at the post office at San Mar-
cos, Texas, under act of March 3, 1879.
Address all communications for the
Star to Department of English, South-
west Texas State Normal College.
Students contributing news, etc., please
bring same to ROOM 23, Library
Building, by Wednesday afternoon of
each week to insure prompt publication.
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CHILI CON CARNE
Meaty and Pungent Bits From
Our Exchanges Simmering In
The Juice of Critical Comment
Faculty Director.'-------Gates Thomas
-Office Assistant and Athletics
----------------------- Ben Baines
Sue Taylor, Bernice Curry, Linda
Tiemy, D. Walker, Roland Perry, E.
Barrow, E. Shepherd, Malinda Brown.
We wish to thank the students who
have responded so generously toward
filling this week’s issue with readable
and timely matter, and have given us
a good deal more of good stuff that
had to be left out this week, but that
will “keep”. We shall perhaps have
our office in such shape by next week
that will enable us the better to look
after news items. Meanwdiile, we
should like to have all the bright stuff
that you know of that should find its
way into the columns of your paper.
We call especial attention to the ar-
ticles under “Enchiladas” in this is-
sue. They read like good stuff to us.
We need others like them for later
issues. Why not try your hand at
contributing such to your paper. The
door is open. —The Head Chef.
SOFT SOAP AND TAFFY
From The J-Tac:—Occasionally we
hear a student remark that he has
just “knocked Prof. So-and-So for a
row of ash cans”. Then some other
student tells how he “sweet talked”
or “taffied” some instructor for a
“good.” These expression—translat-
ed mean the student has succeeded in
deceiving the teacher as to his scholas-
tic standing. ... If he can “soft soap”,
‘taffy”, “sweet talk”, or flatter a teach-
er into giving him a pass, reasons
the young student, why should he
worry his brain with age-old facts and
tiresome formulas. He can, by the aid
of a glib tongue, bring up any defi-
ciency in his work, so why study when
talk is cheaper,
All of this taffy talk is all right if
it works, and it will work in some
cases, because, in every faculty there
are some flies that will stick on the
molasses paper. But, alas! there are
also a great number of wasps and hor-
nets that will take all your sugar and
then sting you. Hence, little Fresh-
ies, be careful with your ‘“soft-soap-
ing”, or you may get stung. At any
rate, don’t believe everything the up-
per classmen tell you, or the editors
* * * * *
“Ailment and Art.”
DURING THIS WEEK
Marie Arnold, Killeen.
Minnie Baugh, Nacogdoches.
Lydia Boenicke, Bangs.
Mrs. H. E. Culbert, Tyler.
H. E. Culbert, Tyler.
Ruby Enloe, Woodville.
Claire Fowler, San Antonio-.
Josephine Fowler, Woodville.
Sybil Guthrie, Mullin.
J. E. Herrington, Gatesville.
Heppie Landrum, Liberty Hill.
J. P. Landrum, Nacogdoches.
Robert Leake, Rusk.
Josephine Lytle, San Antonio.
Theo. McGrude, Longview.
Nora O’Neal, Devine.
Gladys Perkins, Burlington. x
Helen Ploeger, Taylor.
Lizette Prilop, Hallettsville.
Emmette Redford, Johnson City.
Hattie Ruhman, Shiner.
Nell Walton, Huntington.
W. N. Wasserman, Mullin.
Millye Welch, Medicine Mound.
Lourah Wiggington, Aquilla.
Nannie Winters, Avant.
Floy Anderson, Gatesville.
Tannie Autry, Bertram.
Nan Barclay, Corrigan.
Willie Bentley, San Marcos.
Helen Brown, Lufkin.
Thelma Clark, San Marcos.
Mattie Lou Clem, Manor.
Gladys Ellis, Lampasas.
Gladys Guinn, Dale.
Jno. W. Guinn, Dale.
Flolly Herndon, Rio Frio.
Allen Herring, Liberty Hill.
T. E. Hofheinz, San Marcos.
Maurice Jennings, San Marcos.
Donald Jones, San Marcos.
Nettie Martin, Eampasas.
Evelyn Miller, Kempner.
Addie Moore, Frost.
Frank Moran, San Marcos.
Ora Mae Muske, Brookshire.
Martha Noble, Loleta.
Elizabeth Norman, Liberty.
Lizzie Osborn, Frost.
Douglas Overstreet, Village Mills.
Eula Parker, Tyler.
Ruble Pease, Cheapside.
Garner Stockburger, Oglesby.
Irene Williams, Blessing.
Myrtle Williams, Bracly.
Lillian White, Sacul.
Guy Williams, Brady.
Inez Wyatt, Caldwell.
Gladys Young, Lockhart.
Total for session, 836.
Per cent increase over 1920-21—17.
BOBBED HAIR AGAIN
The Baylor Lariat:—The following
article (in defense of bobbed hair)
was found in the Lariat Suggestion
Box. The author or her Slime dropped
it lightly in the box while ye editor
was banging away on the machine.
He was not fleet enough of foot to get
a glimpse of her.
Poor editor. Such a pity that you
were not more fleet of foot, for, from
this distance, we should say that a
bobbed-haired girl that can sling the
English like that one did was worth
an editor’s pursuit. For instance, this
reads like the real stuff to us: “Ye
who have straight sensible hair which
behaves and does what it is told, may
safely say, ‘Bobbed hair is vulgar; on-
ly chorus girls have it.’ But you have
now lived in the land of bobbed hair.
It is the fountain that De Leon
The Lariat:—This is your paper and
we are willing and anxious to receive
and consider any suggestions from any
student. If something does not get in
which you think should be there, don’t
get hard-boiled about it, for just fol-
low us and see if we do not do our
best to include everything. It is per-
haps a bigger job than you think. . .
The J-Tac:—If you are desirous of
having the paper honored by printing
the proceedings of your club, you
should see that the staff gets proceed-
ings in written form ... so gotten to-
gether as to give the readers some idea
The Old Doctor sat in the stern of
the boat and railed on Lady Fortune
in good set terms.
“What with Freud and Near Beer
and the Republicans in office and what
not, young man, this world is headed
straight for perdition, with the politi-
cians on top wavng their dirty red
flags. Fishing, even, is not what it
used to be”, he continued sadly, reel-
ing in his indolent grey line. “I’ve
seen the day—but never mind now,
I'm getting old, young man, too old
for this mad, fast world. I’ve nothing
left to live for—I’m a burden to my-
self and to my friends. I’m ready to
go when it pleases the Lord to take
me and He can’t make it too soon. I
don’t know what lies beyond the grave,
but it can’t be worse than this.”
The young Romanticist wriggled un-
comfortably and eyed the Old Doctor
with wordless respect. He thought of
Ulysses, broken and old and world
weary, and of Solomon with the dust
upon his lips—“Vanity of vanities—all
The boat drifted into the shadows.
Something splashed swiftly in the
darkest spot of all, and the Old Doc-
tor sent his line spinning for the trout
under the lily pads. Something caught,
jerked, snapped—the rod struggled like
a live thing from the Old Doctor’s
hands. The old man’s heels were vis-
ible for an instant above the stern as
he fell backward into the water. Pre-
sently came a terrified, watery wail—
“Save me, young man, for God’s sake!
'After a vigorous and indignified in-
terlude the Old Doctor sat, white and
shaken, in the stern again. The sun-
shine glinted on the blue wings of the
dragon flies as the young Romanticist
rowed silently out of the shadows.
Was there a twinkle in the young
popinjay’s eyes? The Old Doctor was
not sure. “Young man”, he said, “I
want to die and I’m ready when it
pleases the Lord to take me. But I
have always had a horror of death by
“Wise old Preacher” mused the
young Romanticist to the blue-winged
dragon flies. —S. T.
MARY’S ARTISTIC APPRECIATION
Miss Mary Jones was one of those
girls who had come from a town just
big enough to give her that “up-town’
feeling when she first glorified the
scenery on the hill with her serene
beauty. She was a freshman, but she
was far beyond the hoi-polloi of Nor-
mal students with whom she
placed. She had an artistic apprecia-
tion. Those plain, everyday, mater-
ialistic people were so mediocre with
their banality! She could hardly view
them in their lowly spheres.
Why even Jim was just like them in
a way. But Jim—she had to have
someone to escort her to places. She
what the subject of the article is. did not care for him really-nbut there
We have told our readers on sev-
eral occasions that articles must be in
on time. This is necessitated by the
fact that every article must be ap-
proved by the faculty adviser, and we
are unable to get in touch with him
after 10:30 a. m. Tuesday. ... If you
would have a better J-Tac. . . see that
your club hands in a written account
of its meetings and that it be on time.
After all, it is rather comfortable
tc know that two of our most respected
were those common girls across the
street casting teasing glances at him!
One afternoon as Mary and Jim were
walking down the hill after that awful
three-to-four period, someone in front
of them said something about having
a date that night that she didn’t es-
“Is tonight an off-night”? asked Jim.
“Why certainly. Don’t you ever read
the bulletin board?” was Mary’s reply.
“Haven’t noticed it today. What’s
exchanges are suffering from the same, the excitement tonight?”
troubles that we commonly experience.
As the old grandmother loves to say
in Zona Gale’s “Neighbors”, “folks is
folks.” Editing a college paper is
something like cooking for a big fa-
mily—you provide your menu accord-
ing to the demands of the more intel-
ligent majority; and, if you find some
capricious appetites, The Lariat’s solu-
tion seems good to us. We have no-
ticed that nothing sobers a capricious
critic like inviting him to cook his
We are glad to see Alma Gause and
Alberta Haygood back on the Hill,
after several days absence with “flu.”
Mrs. A. A. Courtret of Goliad, will
spend two weeks with her daughter,
Ann at the Atkinson home on West
Miss Mary Shoemaker, Mrs. Grace
Fox, Miss Velma Hobrecht, Miss Betty
Henley and Miss Alma Gause are all
inmates of the Normal hospital this
week. We are sorry to learn of their
illness, but are glad that they are be
“Why, the best lyceum that has beer
here. A joint recital by a violinist
and a'pianist. They are going to give
an entertainment worth the attending.
You never fail to notice the off-nights
for movies, but when something worth
while comes along someone has to in-
form you of the fact.”
“Aw, what do I care about a lot of
blooming classical music It lacks the
kick for me, and those things always
get so tiresome.”
“I am surprised at your talking that
way, James. If I thought like that, I
certainly would not let anyone know
At this point they had reached
Mary’s door. As they parted Jim told
her that he would be up about seven
forty-five to go to that lyceum. He
walked off wondering if he really was
so crude. Mary was undoubtedly a
wonderful girl and she was so appre-
ciative of artistic and cultural things.
He was just a mediocre would-be
school teacher, even unable to appre-
ciate classical music. But he would
learn to appreciate it as all people
who are anybody should.
So that night in the auditorium Jim
wasn’t going to miss a bit of it. When
Mary remarked something about one of
the co-eds in front of them even having
the nerve to say out loud that she
hoped it wouldn’t last long, Jim agreed
with her that she was certainly of an
Jim did rather enjoy the first num-
ber. He wondered if he had been
fooling himself into believing that
classical music wasn’t any good. Prob-
ably he had been running with a “low-
brow” bunch and the good that was
in him hadn’t had a chance to show
itself. Mary sat very sedately erect
and commented on the next number
on the program.
But when Jim had heard three or
four, all sounding alike to him, he had
to struggle mighty hard with his ar-
tistic sense to clap for an encore. That
old seat was certainly getting hard.
Why didn’t they put some decent seats
in that auditorium. And before the last
number Jim had just given up. There
wasn’t any use, he was just too bloom-
ing mediocre to appreciate anything
artistic. He wasn’t anybody and never
He noticed that when he wasn’t
looking directly at Mary that her ap-
plause didn’t seem quite so hearty.
Could it be that she was becoming
tired of it too? Certainly not. He
should be ashamed of himself for al-
lowing such a thought to enter his
head. She could appreciate music.
She had that artistic sense that he
lacked. She could sit for hours and
never tire of that music that he should
be enjoying but couldn’t.
When the last number was over and
Jim rose stiffly to leave, he thought
he heard a faint sigh as from someone
relieved of a terrible load directly be-
hind him. He turned around to face
Mary, but when she remarked that it
certainly must be early, and that she
didn’t know when she had enjoyed
anything as she had that entertain-
ment, he blamed it on the girl who
bad made the remark in front of them
before the program started. Again he
•censured himself for the momentary
supposition he had cherished. He must
not judge others from his own reac-
tions, and above all, not Mary.
When, at last, the front porch of
Mary’s boarding house was reached
Jim told her good-bye immediately.
There were two reasons for this. The
first was that it was a “privilege
night”, and it was plainly understood
that he was to leave at once. The
ether reason was that Mary didn’t in-
sist that he linger. As he left the
porch he started to light up his pipe
but dropped it. It bounced off the
side-walk into the flower bed. He was
feeling around for it in the dark when
he heard a familiar voice from within.
“I thought that thing never would
end!” With a sigh someone, some-
where, fell on a bed. “Turn on the
Victrola and lets have one piece of
decent music to turn in on.”
And Jim went on down the hill
wondering if there were any sincere
girls in the world as Ted Lewis’ Jazz
Band was tearing up the tranquility of
the atmosphere with “Sally, Come
Back to the Alley.”
Making grand the lulling stillness
That forever hovers near.
Now the birds and chirping insects
Start a chorus all their own,
Which accompanies well the music
Put it’s of a milder tone.
I he sun’s last rays, that slowly sinking
’Neath the crest of yonder hill
Make the heavens wondrous drapery
Many colors at its will.
Leafy boughs of elm and cedar
Slowly sway their glad assent
To the coming of the spring time
That will surely mean content.
Thus a student somewhat homesick
Wrote of feelings known to all,
Who have ever left their parents
To seek knowledge in some hall.
Fellow “sufferers”, of the Normal,
Who get lonesome for some face
Of a kinsman, friend or sweetheart
That is in a distant place—
I’ll advise you to keep silent,
Do not spread abroad your woes
For the listener may like mischief,
So be careful if he does.
^ ou might get dipped in icy water
Oft a pepper pod in pie,
Or some other foolsome trickery,
That may suit the culprits’ eye.
Folks is folks” where e’er you find ’em
It is you that seems so queer;
When Dame Fate seems to forsake you
There is nothing else to fear.
Come! Lets watch the vivid sunset
And the wondrous afterglow
As it streams from Normal hilltop
Thru the valley far below. —N. 0.
“How long do you study,
F: “Two hours, railroad time.”
What do you mean by railroad
“Including stops and delays.”—Ex.
Teacher: “What makes the tower of
Fat Student: “I wish I knew.”—Ex.
Rythmic Madness and Moonshine
FRIEND TO FRIEND
You know, I feel so dog-goned blue
At times, I just can’t help but see
That everything is nice for you
But not for Me!
Then later on, I change my mind.
In joys I’ve got the better of you
I'm ’way ahead, while you’re behind;
Then’s when You’re blue.
Old Pal, if we could but conspire
With Fate, we’d change this dirty muss
Remould it to the heart’s desire
For Both of us ! —Roland Perry.
How Boll-Weevil Got Its Name.
When Bernice saw one on her plate
in the grits, she said: “Put it back
in the bowl, and we’ll have a boll-
Anna: “I don’t think I should get
zero on this paper.”
“I don’t either, but that’s the low-
est I can give.”—Campus Chat.
Mary had a little curl,
Which hung beside her ear,
When she went to bed at night
She hung it on the chiffonier.—J-Tac
Jellybean; “Yes, I always sleep in
gloves, keeps your hands soft, you
Baseball player: “Really, and do you
sleep in your hat too?”—J-Tac.
THE ONLY ALTERNATIVE
John and George, small sons of a
Baptist minister, after listening to one
of their father’s doctrinal sermons, in
which he set forth that baptism by
immersion is essential to soul salva-
tion, decided that they must baptize
their family of oats.
The kittens made no objection, and
one by one were soused in a big tub
of water, but when it came to the
mother-cat, she at once rebelled and
fought and scratched until at last in
desperation, John remarked:
“Just sprinkle her, George; and let
her go to hell.”—The Lariat.
HOT, HOT, HOTTER
Is the Anouncement for Office By Can-
didate Waller—Read It.
ing so well cared for, and entertained and Mary sat rather near the front,
by the new Victrola, donated by the and Jim was glad. He was going to
students to the- hospital. appreciate that entertainment and he
I’ve been with girls that fell for me,
I ve been with those that wouldn’t;
And many times I’ve failed to see,
The reason why they couldn’t.
When first the average man goes out,
His heart is all aflame,
But when he gets onto the route,
He only plays the game.
I once lived in a pleasing clime,
Where I could settle down,
And only claim one girl for mine
And never run around.
But now my heart has gone above,
I cannot concentrate,
For every time I fall in love.
My love soon turns to hate. —D. W.
Softly through the evening shadows
Strains of music fill the air,
Even if I have announced that if I
am defeated for Citv Commissioner on
next Tuesday, that I am then going to
run for County Judge, should not make
it necessary for any who may be think-
ing about running, themselves, for
County Judge, or their friends mak-
ing a fight on me in my race for City
Commissioner, and if they believe as I
do in clean politics, there will be noth-
ing- like that doing.
It is not good politics either, for the
present County Judge’s friends to make
a fight on me in my race for City
Commissioner, for -every one who
knows that if elected, I will treat the
rich man, and the poor man with
There are two Commissioners to be
elected, so kindly give me one of your
votes. The fact that the Editor of
the Record forgot to nublish my letter
Friday, but published the other fel-
low’s letters, and the further fact that
the other candidates have a hundred
relatives to pull for them makes it
necessary for me to send out this cir-
cular. _ _ EDWIN WALLER.
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