The College Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 45, Ed. 1 Wednesday, February 2, 1927 Page: 2 of 4
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THE COLLEGE STAR
THE COLLEGE STAR
Newspaper published weekly during the school year by the stu-
dents of the Southwest Texas State Teachers College.
Entered as second-class matter, November 21, 1921, at the Post Office in
San Marcos, Texas, under Act of March 3, 1879.
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EDITORIAL STAFF
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Editor-in-Chief................................................................................................Frank Vance
Business Manager.......................................................................................... Bert Wilcut
Society Editor......................................................................................Bertha Lawrence
Sport Editor....................................................................................................Manton Ellis
GRAY VASE
(Editor’s note: The following poem
,was written by Miss Mella Russell
McCallum in the latest number of the
Forum Magazine (February). Read it
and see if you don’t like it!
What on earth is the matter?
Whatever is making
That terrible clatter?
Is the chinaware breaking?
Oh, a funny old vase
Just fell from a shelf,
Yvhere it sat by itself,
In a safe, dusty place;
A heart shaped vase,
Of a plain, gray shade,
That some body bought,
Without giving a thought,
And sat on a shelf
By itself.
But look,—quick!
Can this be a trick?
See the shivers of blue
It has broken into—
High, heathen blue!
And that glamorous green,
Why, its almost—unclean!
And that bright yellow clay!
(Whoever said gray?)
And that piece bleading there—
That red piece—by the chair!
No wonder you stare!
A funny old vase
Of a dull gray shade,
That somebody bought,
Without giving a thought
And set on a shelf
By itself,
And nobody knew there were colors
inside,
’HU it shivered and died.
Everyone can easily recall
some member of family or a
friend who was the old vase in
the above poem. Maybe this
character can best be recognized
in your Mother. When you are
with her at home, you regard
her as someone to wait upon you
and come to your every bidding,
as a servant. She does not take
to dressing and fixing up much;
and from outside appearances
she may look like the old plain
vase, but when she leaves us we
realize the beauty hiden behind
the plain gray color. We then
see her noble sacrifice in a life
spent in service for those she
loves.
After the vase is broken, we
then see the beautiful material
and colors from which it was
made. We have a habit of say-
ing nice things about a person
after they are gone and wishing
we could have another chance in
which to really show our love
and appreciation for them. Why
not say these nice things and
show them by acts of kindness
that you care for them while
they are living. They will re-
pay you ten-fold in service and
acts of kindness.
Let’s “say if with flowers” to
the living!
jokes. You evidently overwork-
ed your gag editor.
Your class advisor, Professor
Wright, might be a success as a
farmer or day laborer, but as a
class advisor he is hopeless. The
next time you feel inspired en-
ough to put out a paper, ask for
the able assistance of some of
your big brother seniors.
Next time you publish a paper
try and put in more variety of
material which will be of inter-
answered. Then follow two
chapters on phases of life so im-
portant, it is believed, that edu-
cation cannot afford to neglect
any longer.
“Education and the Individ-
ual”, copyright 1926, by Arthur
J. Jones, professor of secondary
education at University of Penn-
sylvania. This bok covers the
principles of education from a
psychological standpoint. The
purpose of this book is to give
teachers who have not had the
opportunity for extended work
in psychology and education, an
understanding of the principles
underlying the process Qf edu-
cation. Mr. Jones presents this
in plain English and as simple as
possible. This book will help
teachers get a better understand-
ing of what education really is
and what its objectives are, and
to secure a clear idea of how it
accomplishes these objectives.
“The Orientation of College
Freshman”, copyright 1926, by
Henry J. Doermaun, dean of ad-
ministration at the University of
Porto Rico. The author believes
est to the mental intelligence of
freshmen; Mother Goose rhymes j comprehensive educational
are always popular with children! guidance as an organized endeav-
and freshmen; stories about or the college is of recent orig-
in. The college freshman needs
guidance. These problems of the
freshman pertain to dormitories,
Santa Claus and the Easter Rab-
bit ; and you might outline some
paper dolls for the girls to cut.
These are only suggestions! choice of studies, clubs, friend-
which I am sure will make your ships, amusements, athletics,
next publication more popular.
We seniors like to encourage
our little brother students along
the paths of knowledge and we
predict with pride that someday,
within a year or two, you will be
sophomores.
NEW BOOKS ON EDU-
CATION IN OUR
LIBRARY
THE FRESHMAN
COMET
I feel it my duty as a senior
and editor of the College Star to
criticize the Freshman Comet,
which was published by Profes-
sor Wright’s freshman English
class.
The Freshman Comet is high-
ly interesting as a joke-paper.
You slimes devoted too large a
part of your paper to foolish-
ness. Well, I suppose the aver-
age intelligence of a freshman
can not understand anything
more complicated than a joke
and as the paper was published
for your own benefit, we can see
a reason for the comedy stuff.
Your editorial staff was large
enough to have published a
“Sears Roebuck Catalog”, but
they could not put out two sheets
the size of type-writing paper,
without filling it half-full of
, “Self-Direction and Adjust-
ment,” copywright 1926, by Nor-
man Fenton, Ph.D., associate
professor of psychology at Ohio
University. This book is suffi-
ciently simple, concrete, and
practical, while at the same time
scientifically sound and free from
over-statement. Dr. Fenton has
written this book so that it is
equally adapted for use with
high school and college students.
It can be read and understood
by a freshman high school stu-
dent.
“The Heart of the Curricu-
lum”, copywright 1926, by E. E.
Smith, instructor at Richmond
Public Schools, Richmond, Vir-
ginia. Mr. Smith is author of
“Teaching Geography by Prob-
lems”. This book offers a brief
sketch of the expansion of our
school curriculum from the orig-
inal “three R’s” to its present
array of elementary school sub-
jects; second, to protest vigor-
ously against that prevalent
though erroneous attitude to-
ward reading; and third, to pre-
sent specific, practical and con-
structive suggestions for im-
provement of reading and the
curriculum as a whole.
“The American Public School”,
copyright 1926, by John Louis
Horn, professor of Education at
Mills College. Thi.s book gives a
splendid introduction to the
field of tax-supported education
in the United States. This vol-
ume does not cover any stand-
ard “subject”, it does not under-
take to occupy a defined area of
scholarship or research. Rather
it is a unit of teaching, organ-
ized in terms of the needs and
the thinking of three groups of
readers, represented for the writ-
er by three groups of college
students in the later years of
their career.
“Curriculum Problems”, copy-
right 1926, by Thos. H. Briggs,
instructor of Teachers College at
Columbuia University. This book
considers all the problems work-
ing with a new curricula: First,
are presented some questions
that are believed to be funda-
mental to any serious study of
the curriculum, questions no
student activities, classes, lec-
tures, deans, professors, and all
the other varied experiences of
life in a new institution and a
strange city.
“Public School Administra-
tion”, copyright 1922, by Ell-
wood P. Cubberley, professor of
Education at Leland Stanford
Junior University. This book
covers the fundamental prin-
ciples underlying the organiza-
tion and administration of pub-
lic education; to state briefly the
historical evolution of the prin-
cipal administrative officers and
problems; and to point out what
seemed to be the most probable
lines of future evolution.
THE THUMP
IN THE FIDDLE
(By G. Preston Smith)
Uncle Worthy Wiggins “rosumed”
his bow, and with perfect control
settled back in his chair and drew
forth the strains of “Over the Waves”.
Worthy was in his eighties, white-
bearded and wwhite-haired, but still
the possessor of an eye that in its
brightness seemed to defy the dim-
ming of the years. Furthermore, ru-
mor had it that he had seen service
in the forties in the Devil’s River
country when the Indians had, by in-
trepid maneuvering and intriguing
with the Mexicans, been responsible
for the loss of property and lives.
In answer to generous compliments
on his rendition, he acknowledged the
mention of his skill, and confided in
his get-acquainted-sort-of-way that
much was due to the fiddle, which he
held up for the inspection of all.
“Had it night onto sixty years,” he
; fairly beamed, turning it over and
over again that all might see the in-
strument. And as he did so, there
came a faint, thump, thump, which
seemed to result from some small
piece of leather or similar substance,
loose and at freedom to roll around
inside.
“Got something in it you can’t get
out?” one gallant ventured.
“Nope. Got somethin’ in it that I
don’t want out,” came laconically
from Worthy, who turned his left ear
toward the group, as he glanced up
with a kind of a knowing look that
had in it the smack of a story. “Hit
come out wunst or twaist, and I
punched it back. Ef you young fellers
don’t mind restin’ a bit, I’ll tell you
how it all come about.
“You see, Cap’un McKinney, as fit-
ter young officer as ever was west of
the Mississipi, was detailed in ’47 from j
Ft. Sam Houston with three platoons '
of the First Infantry to help the rang,
ers patrol, the Devil’s River country.
I was company cook in “G” company,
and by special order was sent along
to keep the mess. Wal, all together
we spent some fourteen months on
duty among thet many prickly p’ar
and enough treacherous Injuns to keep
the Cap’un and the boys busy. But
fixin’ three meals wasn’t enough to
occupy my time, so I rode a pack
mule over to a settlement and bought
from a down-and-out sheep herder this
ole fidle, which was shiny bright then,
havin’ fftst been bought at Ole In-
dianola a year before. Wal, the In-
juns was plenty bothersome. Runnin’
fights would occur, and there’d be one
or maybe two and sometimes three
less Injuns; and sometimes we’d have
to trim up a mesquite slab for one
handi—we called him Guana fer short
—who seemed willin’ enough to keep
up his depredations, but powerful se-
cretive like. He munst ’a been brave
or he’d a left. But he didn’t. And
because he didn’t is why you hear thet
noise in this music box.
“Long to’ard night of the day be-
fore the last one we spent in the De-
vil’s River country, I was roastin’
some venison and musin’ over the rea-
sons God must ’a had for inventin’
Injuns, when all of a sudden some-
thin’ zipped by my head and I felt a
sort of a stingin’ sensation along the
right side of my anatomy, and in the
same instant I heard a shot to my
rear. I recht up and felt a round
hole in my right ear, which ain’t been
none too good to this day. In less
than another minit I heard another
shot and the Cap’un ridin’ down the
side of the arroyo with a smokin’
Springfield.
“One shot got ole Guana”, the Cap-
’un said to me, brief life. “He’s lyin’,
wheer he fell. Don’t touch him.”
“An hour later the Cap’un explain-
ed and commanded—most of his ex-
planations was commands—that ole
Guana’s body would serve as a warnin’
to the other Injuns, which warnin’, the
Cap’un prophesied, would mean their
leavin’ fer good.
“I ferbid any man from botherin’
old Guanahandi’s body, on pain of re-
primand or court martial, or both,
with which injunction and a snap of
his jaw like a steel trap, he went to
bed.
“Wal, I turned in too, after gettin’
my bad ear turpentined and wrapped
up a bit; but I didn’t sleep, fer thin-
kin’ of my bad ear, which wasn’t
none to easy to forgit, and fer wishin'
ole Guana had ’a been a poorer
marksman, and fer cornin’ to the final
conclusion that Emerson’s philosophy
about compensation was a point blank
mistake.
“Next mornin’ we pulled out fer
San An and Fort Sam Houston, and
the trail led right beside ole Guana’s
body. The Cap’un permitted us to
stop and look at the ole cuss’s car-
cass and I recht down and made like
I was a straightening his head out,
which had sort of got crooked as he
fell. And then we filed out, makin’
the trip with no mishaps, savin’ de-
lays fer sore footed animals. But
there was more wonderment amongst
thet bunch of troopers as to the rea-
son fer a certain mysterious and equal-
ly unpleasant odor which seemed to be
constantly cornin’ from my riggin’.
The Oap’un inquired of me as to what
the matter was, and even looked at me
with his blue Irish eyes in such a
way as to offer the accusation that I
hadn’t gotten my share of free ser-
vice from the Devil’s River in the
way of daily ablutions. I hated to be
thought a slacker in the matter of
personal cleanliness—bein’ the cook
as I was—more than I hated the
Cap’un displeasure, or even a repri
mand, and I didn’t believe he’d care
much, anyway—so I decided to in
form him as to the cause of the buz-
zard bait odor.
“Cap’un,” I said, “what you smell
is ole Guanahandi. You see, sir”, I
hastened to explain, seein’ as how the
Cap’un was the perfect Alpha to
Omega of wonderment, “when we
passed ole Guana’s body the mornin’
we left camp, I recht down to straight-
en his head out. Wal, what I really
done was to let my desires get the
most of my sojer trainin’ and cause
me to whack off the ole gent’s right
ear, which I deemed rightly due me
in place of mine, which he injured
fer what I feel to be the rest of my
--days. And I had no place to hide it,
so I just slipped it into my fiddle.
“Now, boys, you know what thet
racket is in my fiddle—it’s ole Gua-
nahandi’s ear, the same one thet’s
been there these sixty year.”
“The next piece’ll be a schottische”.
And Uncle Worthy settled back in his
chair with his same air of perfect
harmony with the situation.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
CALL
j. , . . , . , j of the boys. But never could the boys
one of which has as yet been get a shot at their chie(> ole Guana_
(By Irvin S. Cobb)
I once knew a colored child called
“Exey” for short, whose real name
was Eczema. The mother of the un-
fortunate pickaninny had found the
word in a patent medicine almanac
and had fallen in love with its poetic
sound. I also included in my acquain-
tance at one time a negro youth who
answered to the title of Hallowed
Harris.
“Yas, suh,” stated his father on be-
ing pressed for his reason for choos-
ing so unusual a baptismal prefix for
his offspring. “I got dat name outen
de Holy Bible. • Don’t you ’member,
boss, whar it say in de Lawd’s Prayer,
‘Hallowed be dy name’?”
But the Testamental name which
struck me as being most interesting
of -all was worn by a dog—a mangy
appearing, breedless, nondescript i^ib-
bit dog which trailed an old darkey
whom a friend of mine claims he met
on a road in the piney woods of south
Georgia. The dog ranged off into the
thickets and his owner ordered him
back.
“Did I hear you calling that dog
‘Rover’, Uncle?” asked my friend.
“Naw, suh, I called him ‘Over’, w’ich
is short for ‘Mo’over’, w’ich it is de
dawg’s right name.”
“Where did you get that name and
why ? ”
' “Fur good reasons, boss,” said the
old man, with a chuckle. “W’en I gits
dat dawg he’s jest little scabby pup
an’ allux ’nointin’ of hiss’f wid his
tongue. So I ’members whar de Good
Book say, ‘An’ de dawg, Mo’over,
licked his sores’. So I knowed den I
had done hit on de right name fur dat
pup of mine.”
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