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THE COLLEGE STAR
Wednesday, October 10, 1934
THE COLLEGE STAR
Published weekly through the regular session of 1934 for
and by the students of the Southwest Texas
State Teachers College
Entered as second class matter, Nov. 21, 1921, at the Post
Office in San Marcos, Texas, under the act of March 3, 1879.
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Sybil Summers, who is an upper-
classman, asked the Old Scientist
where the College gym was located.
Of course we didn’t know because
we have never been there. (Oh
yeah!)
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EDITORIAL STAFF
Brooks Holt............................................-.........................................Editor-in-Chief
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Business Staff
Roger Lightsey ............................................................... Business Manager
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FACULTY
T. W. Nichols ______________________________________________________________1—................. Adviser
Contributing Staff
Mary Kessler, Gordon Hester, Brookshire, Leila Frances
Coons, June Smith,. Marvin Lamar, Charles G. Davis,
Wilbur Hopson, Dorothy King, Davis Cox, Bill Maloch.
Here’s a tip to Hester, Gueder,
and Company. Next time get
Ethyl.
Did you see Mangum-Mangum &
Company in chapel Thursday?
The Old Scientist has been re-
quested to ask James McRill to
keep his hands in his pockets when
walking home from football games
in the light of all those cars in-
stead of in a circle.
Jean Williams can surely give a
feller a most enthusiastic welcome.
The Old Scientist should know.
Thanks for a most entertaining
evening, Miss Edmonston.
TIME STOPS
“Dost thou love Life ? Then do not squander time for that
is the stuff that life is made of.” Did you know that some
people do things with their bodies in order that they may
escape part of the time that should be lived by a normal hu-
man being? In other words when a man is either drunk,
or doped, or in any kind of stupor, time has ceased to flow.
He has killed his powers of making use of the time of which
life is made.
Are we making use of the time that is for us ? Do we real-
ize that sometimes our time will be past? Do we realize
that everything we do to kill time is in reality ourselves de-
generating ourselves? The everlasting wail that goes up
from the human heart is “Who shall deliver me from the
body of this earth.” We seem to run from the very thing
that is us by killing our time. Remember that some day
time will stop, and we will have no time to make amends for
the time in our lives that has gone for naught.
THE TEACHERS COLLEGE
That school teachers are headed for a better day in both
social standing and financial gain, and education is begin-
ning to dawn on the horizon of a new era is being plainly
written over the face of the state. Steps have been made to
demand that all instructors in first class educational institu-
tions must be fully prepared for their duties by completing
a definite course of study.
Preparation is the thing that the populace as a whole are
beginning to realize must be made before an instructor is
well enough informed in teacher work to competently carry
on his duties. The day of half way, come as may qualifica-
tions for teachers is over.
The Teachers College has as its purpose the training of
teachers efficiently in the where, why and what of every
phas|g|pf school work, and all of the subjects offered are cen-
tered around the one aim of efficient teaching. Other col-
leges prepare students for school work, but only the Teach-
ers College completes the finished product.
When one finishes the required work of a Teachers Col-
lege he has back of him a solid foundation to stand on in
any school problem that might present itself. So, attending a
Teachers College is the most effective way of becoming an
expert school instructor or administrator.
MENTAL ECONOMY
An Atlantic Monthly writer recently propounded the fol-
lowing social-economic law, which he said can be applied to
mankind the world over: “Man tends always to satisfy his
needs and desires with the least possible exertion.”
A few minutes of reflection upon the thought is sufficient
to convince one of the logic it contains. But there is danger
of misinterpretation of the exact meaning of the phrase “with
the least possible exertion.” The writer certainly did not
mean that all humanity is born with a predominant lazy na-
ture, to which trait he is subservient the remainder of his
life. Then what did he mean ? The answer can be more eas-
ily understood by a definition of the meaning of the word
“exertion.” By this word he did not mean physical labor as
separate from mental labor. He meant a combination of the
two, physical and mental, woven together to make up PRO-
FITABLE EXERTION, in whatever line of endeavor man is
engaged.
After seeing that by “least possible exertion” the writer
meant economical physical and mental labor used to gain a
given end, or solve a given problem, we may now interpret
his words to read: “Man tends always to observe MENTAL
ECONOMY in his endeavors.” This new version of the rule
is weak only in that it must exclude loafers, cheaters, chisel-
ers and ne'er-do-wells who use, it is true, a certain form of
mental economy in gaining their objects, but in doing so, they
invariably shirk their duty to humanity and to themselves.
It is not mental economy to lie and cheat in order to ob-
tain a required term grade, or work a required math prob-
lem. It is mental economy to clearly understand what is re-
quired and then proceed in the most direct manner toward
satisfying the requirement. The student or citizen who has a
clear conception of the value of mental economy and its prac-
tical application to problems which confront mankind is one
who has taken a broad step in the direction of mental disci-
pline that will prove of value the remainder of his life.—The
Collegian.
There’s a good looking freshman
boy, who runs a double-dip stand,
that the girls rave about. Bring
him around and give us a squint
at this cream-cone builder.
Murdelle Mangum keeps insist
ing that she don’t get enough pub
licity. If you will quit carrying
that pillow around we might be
of some help.
Nertz Ramsey had money in his
pocket, and a pack of cigarettes
the other day, and he even bought
Bonnie Belle a Coca-Cola. Where
was the poker game?
Some fqlks won’t mind their busi-
ness,
The reason is, you’ll find,
They either have no business
Or else they have no mind.
A good way to improve your
memory is to lend small sums of
money to your friends.
The only crop that doesn’t de-
pend on the weather is cannon-
fodder.
Don’t be too sure of yourself—
sooner or later a monkey falls out
of a tree.
—0—
The other day in Speech 13,
Duke Lippman decided to remove
his coat. When it was practical-
ly off, he slowly pulled it back
on and said apologetically, “I
forgot that I can’t remove my
coat today. There’s a hole in my
shirt.” Naivety? As us!
What’s in a name? That de-
pends. We merely asked the
question in order to have an ex-
cuse to tell about Mr. Buckner’s
Spanish II class. There is a
young lady who has since with-
drawn from the class (not due to
this reason, however) whose
name is Spencer Brite. Now, we
admit that it’s rather difficult to
figure out whether or not Spen-
cer is feminine or masculine.
Anyway, Mr. Buckner called the
roll for “Mr.” Brite. And Spen-
cer always said “Here” just like
a lady. That isn’t all. There is
one Vernon Haines in this same
class. And Vernon, says Mr.
Buckner, looks on his card just
like Vivian. So he called that
name “Miss” Haines. Vernon,
like Miss Brite, answered just
like a lady—in a truly delicate
feminine squeal. And you should
hear Lucille Johnson laughing.
DRAMATIC ETCHING
Hello, Minnie? I wanta talk
to Minnie. Yeh. All right. “Are
the stars out tonight? I don’t
know if it’s cloudy or—” Oh,
Minnie? Yeh. I wanta tell you
about what happened. Yeh, what
I started to tell you in the quad-
rangle. What? No, it wasn’t
that! No. Bout Jimmy. Last
name? I duno. Or ask the Dean
The gentleman was showing her
the campus at'•night.
What little girl from the Rat-
liff house wanted to buy a sub-
scription to the Star, sent to her
at the Ratliff house. The Old
Scientist hopes she is a freshman.
Maxine Ellis from Caldwell of-
fered to buy a milk shake for an
upperclassman because she could
get a milk shake for a nickel. The
sign in front of Galbreath’s says
Freshman milk shake five cents.
H. Welborn Dunlop and Charley
Wise know how to pick their girl
friends. They are sisters and are
both red-headed. Its a good thing
that Charley had it taken off his
lip.
Brightwell and Earnest will
probably steer clear of all model
T Fords in the future. Brightwell
says riding in Schoppe’s Ford is
like riding a donkey bareback.
It looks like Mr. Richards has
gotten this little freshman girl
named Hill on the string. Not bad
Richards, but watch your step be-
cause competition is going to be
plenty keen.
for me, huh? Okeykid. Yeh.
Well, anyway he ast me to go to
jthe dance. Yeh. Me! Look like?
Darlin’ he’s the Greek’s dream of
Apollo. Honey, he’s elegant. Yeh.
What? Oh, you wanted to know
what he looks like. Ha, ha. My er.
Didn’t know just what yuh had
in mind. Yuh know. Yeh. Well,
he’s tall. No, like this . . . oh, I
forgot you couldn’t see. Anyway,
he’s tall. Blond. Awful blond.
Honey, he has blue, blue, blue
eyes. Yeh, blue. And mouth! Oh!
Whee! Huh? Oh, it’s not exact-
ly like whee—let’s see. It’s like,
well, it’s like yum, yum. Oh, I
know. He’s just like Gene Ray-
mond—only much sweller. Sure.
iYou know, like an angel. No, an-
gel, not angle. Yeh. Darlin’, I
get positively breathless when he
looks at me. Really. The ole
wind just goes out of me—uhps—
like that. Uhuh. And he wears
the grandest clothes. Better’n
Gene Raymond. Has he what?
Oh sure. Cadillac. Or did he
say a Rolls? I fo’get which he
said. No, I didn’t see it. Yeh.
Anyway, he’s takin’ me to the
dance. Uhuh. Dance? Well, I
guess he does. That wouldn’t
matter anyway. We probably
won’t stay on the floor much. I
mean, not much. Yeh.
Say, you goin’? Aw, that’s too
bad. You stay to home too much
since Billy’s gone. Yeh. Oughta
branch out. Yeh. Lisen, Minnie,
I wanta ast you a favor. Uhuh.
I know, you’re a grand pal an’
all that. Well, could I wear your
red dress? Huh? Oh, Minnie!
You grand kid! Oh, I’ll look just
peachy in it for Jimmy. Yeh.
Well, I sure do thank yuh, kid.
Yeh. I’ll get it tomorrow. OK.
Sure. Goo’bye.
—MK.
The Old Scientist will always
have something nice to say about
Mary Howell. Pearson’s girls is
who I mean.
BUCKNER’S TYPE-LOUSE
Yeh.
A LAST REQUEST
If you haven’t met June Smith,
be sure and get acquainted. She’s
awfully nice and no slouch for
looks.
Hoot Gibson is a nice-looking
young man. Take notice girls.
Do Ward house girls drink soda-
water at New Braunfels? Ask
them.
Did you notice how the co-eds
wore that downcast expression
when Snell was out of school?
That handsome Burge in Speech
13 isn’t at all self-conscious.
Pat, the little Ward house girl,
wonders how people know her
business.
“Duke” Lippman’s sense of hu-
mor is something to take into con-
sideration. ■
Upperclassmen! Try to concen
trate in a B.A. class. Always the
freshmen tongues are wagging.
Lost: A boy friend. If found
please return to Relia Slaughter,
136 Pickard Street.
The Old Scientist would get a
real kick out of seeing Erkel
Tuttle court a girl. What’s the
matter, Tuttle, are you too bash-
ful?
There is a red-headed girl named
Smith who has dates to football
games with the man of the hour.
By the way, have you seen the
great personage named Doc Sowell
who finally decided he would try to
be a scholar. Not Sandy, the oth-
er one.
Strandtman wants—of all things,
a woman! Here is your chance
girls, to catch an extremely popu-
lar senior. If you are five feet
six inches tall, easy on the eyes,
a brunette,, with a form like Mae
West and a good swimmer, you
have a cinch on making a hit with
Mr. Strandtman.
Lizzie looks too cute driving the
little automobile.
Howard Bennett thinks some
people are collossally stupid.
Feature Alan New and Charlie
Wise—trousers rolled to knees and
bare-footed—drying dishes for
little blond freshman.
Ask Freshman Devall what
found in his laundry.
Who was the certain girl who
failed to show up at the Book Ex-
change to take Ralph Stapp to the
ball game.
Dr. Cross has some good ideas
about football—if they would work.
The Old Scientist hears that
someone carried Flossie Beard
down the hill.
What’s this about Freshman
Dismukes hunting all afternoon
for the keys to the flagpole and a
quart of pigeon milk.
X equals girl friend, Y equals
boy, and Z equals chaperone;
therefore X plus Y minus Z equals
whoopee. Ask the Math teacher
if this is right?
Crystal, don’t do that again.
You are breaking John’s heart!
Boys, Mrs. C. down at the dorm
has been pretty decent this year.
What is this we hear about her
contract expiring at Christmas?
For those who will command this
form
When life has passed, when earth’s
sojourn
Has ended, I leave this last request,
The only one well may this body
rest
Not beneath a fragrant flowers’
bower
Heaped up in grief’s tear-blinded
hour,
But beneath those things I walked
among
Let these be placed above me when
I’m gone.
In the minds of some pedagogs
My life was a happy holiday
Spent among the leads and slugs
And scaling the peaks of type
Staked high in each cozy case.
One day, some years ago,
A curious editor of the Star,
Who was interested in aquatic life,
Got an eyeful, and said nothing
Until the next issue of the Star
Appeared before the public eye.
On the very first page in letters
bold,
My body took shape, form, and
fashion too
With six fine lesg and a cocky air,
And so small was I and lean and
lank
That an all-seeing eye could hardly
Trace my flight among the hills.
One wise old pedagogian, I e
told,
Took it upon her generous self
To spread the news to divers
places
Of an existence theretofore un
known.
—Bill Maloch
PEN POINTS
By OSCAR
INTERLUDE
And let no word of praise this
body sing,
What you behold is but a lifeless
thing.
Save praises for the living, those
who need
Encouragement and a kindly deed.
At this belated hour is no time
To sing the virtues of the rotting
vine.
Go delve around those tender start-
ing shoots,
Attend the needs of those blind
groping roots.
Entwined and leaning o’er above
my breast,
I ask this and it is my last re-
quest,
A branch of oak and upland elm en-
twined,
Bewreathed with foliage of a wild
oak vine,
Bordered round with weeping wil-
low lace,
And sassafrass attached to hold
in place.
They strolled along Fifth Avenue
And sauntered down Broadway,
The two of them—she small and
fair,
He dark, absurdly young.
Out in the crowd, they dipped
In and out—
Not fast; nor slow.
Her hand touched his;
He gave an answering smile.
Their’s was gay romance.
He reached into his pocket,
Then lit her cigarette—
His hand trembled just a bit.
The light reflected their shadows-
A dark mass that made them one.
Another smile, not quite so light;
She' took his arm before
The light turned green.
Across, and walking faster now—
Their legs swinging in time,
Each stride spoke harmony,
Rhythm, grace.
He bent his head nearer her ear,
Brushed his lips against her hair,
“Beautiful, gorgeous, divine!”
She answered, “Yes, isn’t it.”
And did not meet his eyes.
On they swept
Until they reached her street.
“This is the end?” She nodded.
Beneath the lamp, he quivered in
revolt.
‘I’ll see you to the stairs.”
She held her hands across her
breast,
And tilted her chin high.
The light fell on her scarlet lips
But the shadow hid her eyes.
“Goodnight. Its all been fun;
Perhaps again sometime.'’
At the stairs, he held her close,
And kissed her silently—long.
“I can’t forget—you are so sweet,
So beautiful, so dear.”
She gave him both her hands—
A brief moment they stood—
Then she was gone.
He looked down in despair
At his hands—they’d known her
touch—
My stars, she’d left a nickel there!
—Mary Kessler
MY HIGH RESOLVE
And on my feet thee two I ask
a place,
Hardy members of a hardier race,
The grass, the bur, rmy first ac-
quaintance formed
When as a lad I stood alone, for-
lorn,
Secluded from those playmates un-
tamed play
I turned about and sought another
I am resolved to live a life so
lofty in ideals, so deep in exper-
ience and so persistent in effort
that my personal presence shall
count as a real force for every-
thing that is constructive and in-
spiring.
I am resolved to live a life so
strong and towering that those
about we will have utter confi-
dence in me.
It shall be my purpose to think
those thoughts and make those
plans that the atmosphere of my
life shall be assuring and telling.
I shall spurn every low thought
or aim. I shall banish every
suggestion of discouragement, or
fear so that all who are near me
The Greek letters of our beloved
newly-born, Pi Kappa Delta, sym-
bolize the “art of Persuasion, beau-
tiful and just.” We know of no
other art with such wide indul-
gence. We are all constantly try-
ing to persuade someone.
Not unimportant in the gentle I
art of convincing is knowing when . |
to agree with your adversary. 1
— m
And often, not the least difficult
of persons to persuade is yourself.
Small talk picked up from a
hoosier in Three Forks:
“I once seen a man that would
argy with you even if he knowed
he wuz wrong. Why, if you argied
the world wuz round, he’d argy it
wuz flat. His wife said to him
one day:
“ ‘Laramie, I’ll swear, if you
wuz to fall in the Brazos river an’
drownd, I’ll be dern if I’d go down
stream looking fer ye. Somehow or
other yore carcass’d be up stream
shore as the world! Ha ha ha’!”
In one of our classes we hear
the time-worn statement, approv-
ed beamingly by our erudite pro-
fessor, that one's desire to save
one’s own soul is selfish.
Then what are we poor mortals
to do—give our souls to the devil,
and still be selfish for wanting to
appear unselfish?
A rather sloppy attempt at anal-
ysis, we. call it. It seems ana-
logous to analyzing the human
body, saying its dirt and therefore
dirty.
But of course, the question is old
and quite elementary—suitable to
the ponderous contemplation of the
intellectually ambitious freshman.
One damsel wants to know if, in
speaking recently of the fair sex
and headaches, the writer was re-
ferring to himself.
Not at all.' Quite the contrary.
Fact is, if ever you hear any man
accusing those delightfully gigg-
ling little creatures of stimulating
headaches, you should immediate-
ly recognize one of those despic-
able defense mechanisms.
We men are just inescapably
biological—though we confess we
sometimes rather feel ashamed of
it.
Editor Holt advertises for a red-
headed secretary and receives a
fairly clever letter of application1.
But as Aldous Huxley says, the
trouble with unknown correspon-
dents is that the most clever let-
ter writers, seemingly ravishing
little creatures, often turn out to
be huge camels.
Friend Charley says that back
home he never has to look in the
mirror to tell when he needs a
haircut. He just walks down the
street and if all the barbers speak
to him, he knows it must be about
that time.
A lady acquaintance insists that
she could quit smoking if she
wanted to — but you know, she
has to keep her weight down. (?)
-o-o-
BRYANT 0. BAKER
IS NAMED ASS’T
PROF AT DALLAS
way,
And dearer things I found within
my wall
Than echoes of the rambling play-
ers’ call.
Let these alone adorn my lonely
grave,
All other things, of pomp, of
praise
Give to others, those who daily
spend
Their time here among the walks
of men.
For me, and there is nothing more
choose from out this earthly
store,
My closest kin and for me there’s
no other—
The children of my loved wildwood
mother.
—Berthal Lanier
Peggy Cook inquired of one of
the campus men the other night,
if they had night classes up here.
Say folks—what do you think of
a senior who forgets a dinner en-
gagement ?
Weckter seemed to be having a
good time at the dance.
Sub (the Mighty) Pyland, for-
mer Bobcat backfield ace deluxe
and incidentally selected as all-
conference, is playing with a pro-
fessional eleven in Houston and
reports say that Pyland was in-
strumental in his team’s victory
over the Dallas Hornets last Sat-
urday.
will find a refreshing, cheery at-
titude of heart and mind, toward
life and folks.
I shall be so uncomplaining in
my struggles, so brave in my bat-
tles, so unswerving in my con-
victions and so dauntless in my
adventures of service that a
wealth of experience shall daily
accumulate.
This is my high endeavor. I
am to bless the world through
what I am.
—Dean C. Dutton.
MINOR TRAGEDY
He held her close within his arms;
She lifted her lips for his kiss;
Se shivered, spellbound before her
charms;
Nothing in the world so sweet as
this.
Ten seconds passed breathlessly—
but
The darned director bellowed
“Cut!” M.K.
-o-o--
Word has been received from
Dallas to the effect that Bryant
O. Baker, who was supervisor of
science in the College Demonstra-
tion school for several years, has
accepted a position as assistant
instructor in bacteriology in the
Baylor Medical School College at
Dallas where he is continuing his
studies in medicine.
Mr. Baker resigned his position
here to take up the study of medi-
cine and this word from Dallas
prompts the good wishes of his
host of friends in the school and
town.
JIMMY SILVER-FISH
This is the season when a young
man can’t decide whether to get
married or to drive with one arm
for another year.
The sun is sinking slowly to rest
Behind the hills of the golden west,
And the sunset of life is approach-
ing near
While I’m dreaming dreams of a
by-gone year.
I have broused around in sweet
content
Enjoying life not foolishly spent
Absorbing the pages or just a leaf.
Some might think it a welcome re-
lief
Now that the end of the journey is
nigh,
But maybe some day I’ll meet you
on high.
—Bill Maloch,, /
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