The College Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 49, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 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
Editor-in-Chief................................................................................................Frank Vance
Business Manager.......................................................................................... Bert Wilcut
Associate Editor................................................................................................... Ben Brite
Associate Editor.............................................................................................Jack Walker
Associate Editor ............................................................................. G. Preston Smith
Sport Editor.........................................................................................I.........Manton Ellis
Social Editor..........................................................................................Bertha Lawrence
QUALITY
Webster says: ‘‘Quality is that
which makes a being or thing
such as it is. A moral trait or
characteristic.” All of which
goes to say that the word means
a something vital found in life
of every kind.
Take a piece of cloth and you
wilfnotiee whether it is of a fine
or corse weave and of what kind
of goods it is made. The finer
weave of high grade material
will have quality.
We have all known dogs of
different kinds of breeds. A
mongrel is just a plain dog; but
a dog of a standard breed is dif-
ferent in a way. The pure blood-
ed dog shows temperament or
quality that is seldom found in
the mongrel. Horses are the
.same way.
Of course it may not be the
logical thing to say, but people
show a difference in about the
same way. Have you ever no-
ticed among your friends that
some of them are made of a finer
grade of material, so it seems.
This finer grade may be called
personality or charm, and I be-
lieve that the word quality will
do just as well in defining them.
You have heard the saying that
“she is a lady of quality.” Some
people are just women and men
and others are ladies and gentle-
men.
IMAGINARY INTERVIEWS,
MORE OR LESS PERTINENT
The Authenticity of Audacious Jones
(Editor’s Note: The materials in
the following- were “secreted and ar-
chitected” by several members in E.
223, as a specimen project in one kind
of feature story writing, the fanciful
interview):
Recent Stars hiave carried a faintly
amorous correspondence between one
Audacious Jones, putative ex-student
and travelling salesman, and Sus'sep
Tibbie, a hypothetical co-ed of Soph-
Junior standing. The implicative
qualities of such names piqued my
curiosity and stirred my skepticism.
“Could there,” I asked myself—'being
in the quiet zone of the library, and
therefore not daring to ask my neigh-
bor—“could theer be parents so cruel
as to encumber defenseless offspring
with appellations violative of all hu-
mane, esthetic, and ethical laws ? ”
Or, granted that such crimes should ! a saga of his experience here. Igno-
have been perpetrated against inno- , bus, it seemed, was living incog here,
cents, could theer ever have been on pestering Freshmen in English clas-
our campus such an insouciant per- ' ses with certain questionnaires design-
sonage as the redoubtable “Audac- ed to reveal the intensity of their re-
ious” as revealed in his breezy refer- : action to certain stimuli aplied in
ence and implimations ? Such thoughts j class. This Freshman dug up one
encouraged one to suspect that An- j questionnaire he had received recently
dacious and his affairs, affirmations,' from Ignotus, which related the ex-
and effusions, were merely the ema- j perience of one Sussep Tibbie when,
nations of a mild hoax. Perhaps the in her Freshmen days, she breezed in-
Here he urned o a huge case conain-
ing he records of sudens in residence.
“Audacious”, I venured demurely,
“would be on the ‘cold list”; where-
upon Mr. Kidd buried himself within
the recesses of the huge vault where
records of the “medieval” students are
kept. In a moment, floating outwards,
came his measured stacatto: “Adeline
Jones, Alexander Jones, Archibald
Jones, Audrey Jones—but no Audac-
ious Jones.” Here he emerged from
the doorway of the recess. “Last
year,” he volunteered, “the habitat of
the ‘cold’ records was changed, and,
incidentally, we fear one or two cards
were lost or misplaced. Audacious’s
could have been among the number
misplaced, but—I don’t think so. Per-
haps Miss Davis could help you out,”
he suggested kindly, seeing the baffled
look on my countenance.
But Miss Davis’s look of bewilder-
ment when I confronted her with a
similar inquiry, completely dampened
my renewed hopes. “The only Joneses
I have ever known,” she said, “have
had names of the garden variety, with
the exception of an Ignotus Jones. I
will look on my records, though, to
be sure.”
Only too quickly came her report,
“Audacious Jones is not recorded in
the files of this institution.” Then,
as an afterthought: “I have heard
some Freshman fussing and fuming
muchly about the pestering questions
of one Ignotus Jones. I believe he as
something of a social nuisance with
them at times, acting in the form of
an invisible but unavoidable inter-
ogatory irritant. I understand a
Freshman section married him off last
year to one anonymous “Verdi Green”,
with the hope that his questionings
would thereafter be confined to the
domestic circle. The anonimity of the
two identities -seems to indicate a
.probable, if indirect, relationship.”
“Yes-sum”, I registered incoherent-
ly, thanked her, and walked away, sus-
picious of files, records, rumors, reg-
istrars, legends, and, almost, the quest
itself. But the bracing north wind
in the west entrance revived my cur-
iosity immediately,' and I was only
more determined to solve the mystery.
I could at least discover the habitat
and domicile of Ignotus, who was con-
nected “casually” in my mind immed-
iately with the desired Audacious.
But though I inquired diligently of
uper classmen and alumni, all of
whom thought vaguely they had heard
of the person in question, no one
could advise me specifically. Finally,
one cold midnight in a diverting to-
baeco-'chewing-and-bunk session at the
notorious Lewis House, a clue came
to me in the incarnation of astute
Freshman, who was certain that the
gestures of a certain hand-shaker on
the Heights were those of the authen-
tic Ignotus. This hit me like a thun-
derbolt. I immediately fired a num-
ber of questions at the Freshman, who
informed me that he had been hold-
ing intercourse by correspondence
with Ignotus, and that one section in
E. 103 was engaged now in devising
box in which Sussep’s mail is put,”
she admitted, with just a faint tinge
of acidity in her speech that impress-
ed me as being an obvious whipping
the devil around the stump.
“Miss Tibbie,” I pleaded as urgently
as I could, “I am a Star reporter, out
to scrape up the makings of a fea-
ture story about the authenticity of
Audacious Jones, who, I hear, was
once a denizen of these salubrious
diggings. Won’t you spill me some
dope on him, nothing of the low-down,
you understand, but enough to enable
me to make up a good story?”
I could see my importunity was
prevailing on the ice of her involu-
bility. “Well,” she admitted crisply
and crackingly, “Audacious Jones was
never registered in this college”.
“Then my search ends in surmise
and obscurity,” I said. “Sorry to have
detained you. I thank you very much
though. Ta-ta.”
“Oh, say”, she countered. “I said
that Audacious was never ‘registered’
in this institution as ‘Audacious
Jones’—but—”, and with this “but”
the mercury of my reportoria instinct
began to register a high attention-
temperature. Had I three ears, I
thought, they would all be in com-
mission. “Well?”, I drawled, after a
brief pause.
“You see, his pop wouldn’t let him
play football; so he—well, he had to
play football—so he played—I mean,
he was afraid his po would find it out
■—What I mean is, he wouldn’t tell his
name—he made up the cutest name—
and what I mean, I had the most
shocking time remembering it—”
“And the name?”, I interrupted.
“Oh, the name—well, that is a dead
secret—ypu see, if I told—well, I just
simply can’t tell—”
And sensing that her feelings in the
matter should be respected, and feel-
ing that I had a whopper of a story
already, I aired out for headquarters
and my trusty Underwood.
CLIPPED OUT
(By the Editor)
whole thing was a campus myth, a
more civilized, up-to-date incarnation
to an English test in 101 without the
necessary scholastic preconditions to
of the spirit of Paul Bunyan, Tony j making the grade, and thus set the
Beaver, Strap Buckner; a colorful re
action or urge toward literary crea-
tion by the undisciplined or naive
mind. But, if Audacious were a real
flesh-and-brawn mortal, which hypo-
thesis circumstantial evidence in the
correspondence aforesaid seemed to
support, was he traveling incog, or
did he sojourn here incog, afterwards
taking up his dubious niame? With
these and other queries assailing my
cortical convolutions, I set abotit to
settle, at least for myself, the authen-
ticity, and perhaps the identity, of the
mysterious Audacious.
Of course the first thing to do was
to interview the Registrar. With no
doubts or misgivings as to the re-
ception my query would receive in
the presence of our austere Registrar,
I followed him from the Education
building into his office, the first visi-
tor of the day. “Er-er, Mr. Kidd,” I
solicited, “I’d like to know about one
Audacious Jones.”
“What did you say?”, asked Mr.
Kidd, with a rising intonation of in-
credulity.
“Rumor says,” I continued, “that
Audacious Jones once attended this
college. I am investigating his record.”
“You must remember,” cautioned
Mr. Kidd, “that several hundred
Joneses have acquired their scholas-
tic training here. However, giving
out information as to former stu-
dents is my vocation, at least in par.”
pattern for a notorious exercise in
sentence synthesis that has since giv-
en many Freshmen the quaky-quake.
It’s the rather formidable one begin-
ning “She came jauntily into the room,
etc.”, the “jauntily” of which two out
of every five Freshmen transcribe
“jointedly”, to the glee of the sophis-
ticated. At any rate, the Fish des-
cribed her as a rather spliffy upper-
classer, inclined to chubbiness, with
a ponjola boh, abbreviated skirt with
loud proteetives, rouge misplaced, lip
stick off color, eye-brow miscara and
slightly inclined to hold in the
clinches. With this I planted myself
next chapel time at a convenient cor-
ner of the quad and waited.
I found several co-eds answering to
the general description but no one
showing any interest in the appelative.
Finally, a likely frozen-face appari-
tion came syncopating toward me. In
answer to my cheery “good morning”,
the specimen of flaming youth thus ac-
costed merely lifted an “improved”
eyebrow austerely, plainly indicating
that we had had no introduction. Ig-
noring the green semaphore of her
intent to pass me by, I pulled the
board on her, so to speak, and her
brakes stopped her within a couple of
feet of me. “Are you not Miss Sussep
Tibbie?”, I inquired urgently and in-
gratiatingly.
“Well-er-well, I am at least the par-
ty in possession of the key to the P.O.
The world’s a great book, and they
that never stir from home read only
one page.
We are such stuff as dreams are
made on; and our little life is rounded
with ^leep.
Dear Dad: No mon. No fun. Your
son.
(Answer): Dear Tad: How sad, too
bad. Your Dad.
7 •
Youth sees visions of future glory.
Old age dreams dreams of past hap-
piness.
The hen is a wonderful creature.
You can eat her before she is born
and after she is dead.
To live always with people who
have bored us on earth ? What a mis-
fortune! I prefer the sleep without
dreams.
Women, given the chance, show
judgment equal to that of men, and
perhaps a little better.
Pronunciation is a label. It is the
chief means by Which we judge a
stranger and by Which he judges us.
If the Venus de Medici could be
animated into life, women would only
remark that her waist was large.
When a woman promises to love
you, you mustn’t always believe her.
But when a woman promises not to—
well, then you mustn’t believe her,
either.
I like to pet just as well as you do,
but we both know it’s wrong, sp let’s
not pet.
The world is nought but ourselves.
Art silent? None can meddle with
thee. When thou once hast spoken,
thou must prove it then.
Of what use is a dress suit in the
Desert of Sahara?
Ninety-five per cent of the students
in a university will join anything, re-
gardless of what it is, provided there
is a secret initiation and some such
distinction to be gained as wearing a
pin, a key, or getting into a picture
in the annual.
The little child dreams of being
bigger, and the boy of being a man.
College men are not half as wicked
as they try to impress their elders as
being.
Woman taken singly can be ar-
gued with; taken collectively, reason
is of no avail.
A Chicago girl has suggested that
students wear blinders, similar to
those worn by horses, in order to
prevent sidelong glances during exam-
inations.
That ghastly solitude which is the
fate of a man without a roommate in
college is hard to realize.
Co-eds at a university formed an
anti-petting league. One of the rules
of the league is that no girl should
be kissed unless she is engaged. Some
of the most popular girls on the cam-
pus have joined this league and most
of them have become engaged.
Students indulge in slang as if it
were the standard of excellence.
THE MATHEMATICAL
PROOF OF IMMORTALITY
(By Homer Hilary Hyde)
Did you ever stop to wonder wheth-
er immortality could be mathematic-
ally proved or not? Let us consider
what are the logical possibilities of
such a method.
First, let us define what is meant by
the term “immortality”. In its broad-
er meaning, we might say that im-
mortality is “exemption from obliv-
ion’” That is to say, after the death
as we know it, there will be a life in
some form or state in the future in
which the same conscious Ego which
now inhabits this body will inhabit
the future body.
Now, let us dismiss from considera-
tion all religious conceptions of the
nature and characteristics of a future
existence, and attack the problem from
a purely philosophical standpoint, with
the intention of merely proving the
veracity of the theory of immortality
and not attempting to define or prove
its form.
Did you ever stop to think and ask
the question of yourself, “Why am I
myself, and not someone else? Why
is it that I am who I am, and not
someone else living at some other
time in some other body?” Answei
this question, and you will see that it
is because of that thing we call “in-
dividuality”, the existence of a sepa-
rate and distinct Ego, that disting-
uishes us from others. A block of
iron of a given dimension does not
possess individuality. It is exactly
like any other block of iron of the
same size and form. You may take
the two blocks of iron, melt them in
a crucible, and from them make two
blocks of iron again exactly like the
first two, although the molecules that
make them up will be different in
each case. The second two blocks will
respond to chemical and physical
tests in exactly the same manner and
with the same results as the first two.
And these facts are true of any other
portions of matter which make up the
universe, regardless of their chemical
characteristics. You can find any
number exactly the same—they pos-
ses no individuality.
Now, take the other division of
God’s creation—-the Ego, or spirit. It
possesses individuality—it is differ-
ent from any other created by God.
Matter is indestructible—-that is a
fact proved by scientists. Matter was
created by God first, then the Ego
of each person second. Therefore,
since matter, a creation of God, is in-
destructible, the Ego, a creation of
God, is also indestructible.
Now for the main mathematical
proof.
In the beginning, we have:
Given—An unlimited length of time.
Required—To produce an Ego, or
soul.
Result—Man, the Ego, produced!
Then at death, or a new beginning,
we have:
Given—An unlimited length of time.
Required—To produce the Ego
again.
Result—The Ego or soul must be-
come conscious and live again, if in-
deed it has ever been dead!
Some may say that time had no be-
ginning, and has no end. I contend
that time had a beginning, and has no
end. Before God created this uni-
verse, governed by the laws of na-
ture and bounded by time and space,
there was nothing in existence except
God.. There Was no such thing as
time, for it must have been created
in unison by God along with the uni-
verse it was to affect. God had no
use for time until the universe was
created, but used something else —
what that something was, we do not
know, and it does not matter. Gall it
time, again, if you wish—if you do
so, then there was some point when
the universe began, and later man
began, which we can call the begin-
ning.
As to the contention by some that
time could possibly have an end, I
Say that God has no intention of de-
Owing to the lack of space and the
rush of editing this issue, several
births and deaths will be postponed
until next week.
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A party motoring to Austin Tues-
day afternoon to see “As You Like It”
at the Hancock Theater, was composed
of Joe Berry, Ike Henry Harrison,
Martin Stroble and Roy Shelton.
HATS
That Are
DISTINCTIVE
AND DIFFERENT
Black and white is the color
of the hour.
KING HAT SHOPPE
stroying something that he created,
for surely He, in his infinite wisdom,
created nothing deserving or necessi-
tating destruction, or an end.
To sum up the main argument, I
believe that since time can have no
end, the Ego or soul of man must
live again, far off though it may be;
it will seem but a moment after
death. Consider how improbable, too,
it would seem in the beginning to
create a being that had never existed
before; how impossible it seems. Yet
we know what the result was. Then
how much more probable it is to as-
sume a re-creation of a soul that has
already existed, if indeed it ever
perishes and requires a new creation
at the hands of God!
Go to the Grand Leader Corner this
week—get your needs — shoes, hats,
and everything you may need.
Pedagog
March 1.
second payment due
Get your Silk Bloomers at the
Grand Leader corner this week. $1.50
values for 85c.
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SOCIAL NEWS
Misses Augusta Lieman and Allie
Mae Gombert spent the week-end in
Seguin.
Miss Elizabeth Ferrell of Houston
visited Mrs. Thomas Sevey Monday.
- Mr. and rMs. E. H. Lane from
Odem and Georgia Belle Bazely from
San Antonio spent Sunday with Miss
Cecile Lane,mt the home of Mr. and
Mrs. J. S. Brown.
Miss Camilla Twining spent the
week-end at home in Austin.
Miss Minnie Palmer spent Sunday
in San Antonio with her sister.
Miss Esther Christilles had George
Grace from Saint Edwards Univer-
sity as her guest Sunday. ..
Miss Elma Henton spent the week-
end in San Antonio with relatives and
friends.
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See the Tunney Last,
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DUKE & AYRES
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Whitman’s, Jacob’s and Huyler’s Candies
Williams Drug Comp’y
“Where Most People Trade”
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