The College Star (San Marcos, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 25, Ed. 1 Wednesday, March 27, 1929 Page: 2 of 4
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THE COLLEGE STAE
THE COLLEGE STAR
Newspaper published weekly during
the school year by the students of the
Southwest Texas State Teachers Col-
lege.
Entered as second-class matter, No-
vember 21, 1921, at the Post Office in
San Marcos, Texas, under
March 3, 1879.
Act of
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STAFF
Editor-in-Chief _________ W. A. McKinney
Business Manager ................ Pat Ford
News Editors
William Hancock, Masie Davidson,
Laura Mae Langham, Mabel Faseler,
Luther Greathouse, Ella SoRelle
Circulation Mgr. .......... Hubert Carnes
Columnists: Robt. Cone, Rex Smelser
Sport Editor Frank Buchanan
Typist .............. Nellie Louise Mullins
DEFENDING HONOR
That perrennial panacea for
the cancers of society, the honor
system, is being: discussed again
by the college world. Like the
old rheumatism ring, many are
claiming marvelous cures for it.
And then there are many who
claim that it is positive deterrent
of good health, as has at times
been claimed of vaccination for
small-pox.
When one analyzes the argu-
ments on both sides, however, he
finds as always before that the
discussion all rises over a mis-
understanding of th equestion.
One side speaks of honor as a
thing that can be taught by first
tilling the subject that he is to
use it, then spying on him to see
that he does, and finally making
him sign a statement that he did.
The other sides believes it to
be something on the order of a
contagious disease, such as scar-
let fever. One just has it him-
self, exposes his victim to it, and
goes about his business. The
exposed victim contracts and ac-
tive case of honor.
There are other definitions of
course, but they are not so pre-
valent. The point to note is,
however, that this lack of a defi-
nition of honor is really one of
the prime causes for the original
problem. What is honor? The
answer to that question would
soon lead to the true solution of
how and where to get it.—N. 111.
ABILITY
Students attend a university
prepare themselves for some
•soht <01 work in later (life. They
go to sdwot the intention of
-developing their abl-hif to the ex-
tent that they can effective^' ■
^cqpe mth J^iems that coif-
iront them after they get face
to face with the world. What
noble ideals—but unfortunately
many students forget those
ideals as soon as they enroll in
the institution and narrow their
development to that derived from
brain calisthenics practiced in
the classroom.
Such brain calisthenics are
highly beneficial in their way
and serve to accomplish their
purpose of developing the activ-
ity of the student's mind and
teaching him the fundamentals
of his profession. But that is
as far as they go, and that’s not
far enough to make the student
a well-rounded individual. A
person might be able to use his
brain in the solution of a mathe-
matical problem and yet be lost
when he faces a complexity of
general situations. That point
is well illustrated by book sharks
who never get any farther in life
than pushing a slide rule for
some boss who doesn t attempt
to know anything in the way of
“high powered book learning,”
but is a master at the art of
managing men who do know
their books. It's the manager
that gets ahead in the world and
not the fellow who prides him-
self on the ability to work high-
er degree equations in his head.
While a student is getting his
book learning, he owes it to him-
self to make use of some of the
opportunities afforded him in
college and to develop himself as
a manager. Student activities
are encouraged by schools for no
DIES IRAE
(Translated by Macaulay)
The following' translation -of this
grand medieval hymn, by Lord Ma-
caulay, site not found in most of his
published “Miscellanies.” It was
written in 1826:
On that great, that awiful day,
This vain world shall pass away.
Thus the sibyl sanig of old,
Thus hath holy David told;
Ther ©shall be a deadly fear
When the Avenger shall appear,
An unveiled before His eye,
All the works of men shall lie.
Hark! to the great trumpet’s tones
Pealing o’er the place of bones;
Hark! .it waketh from their bed
All the nations of the dead,—
In a countless throng to meet.
At the eternal judgment seat.
Nature sickens with dismay;
Death may not retain his prey,
And before the Marker stand
All the creatures of His hand.
The great book shall he unfurled,
Whereby God shall judge the
world;
What was distant, shall be near,
What was hidden, shall he clear.
To what shelter shall I fly ?
To what guardian shall I cry?
O, in that destroying hour,
Source of goodness, source of
power,
Show Thou, of Thine own free
grace,
Help unto a helpless race!
The I plead not at Thy throne,
Aught that I for Thee have done,
Do not Thou unmindful be,
Of what Thou hast borne for me;
Of the wandering, of the scorn,
Of the scourge, and of the thorn.
Jesus, hast Thou borne the pain,
And hath all been borne in vain?
Shall Thy vengeance smite the head
For whose ransom Thou hast bled?
Thou, whose dying blessing gave
Glory to a guilty slave:
Thou, who from the crew unclean
Did’st release the Magdalene:
Shall not mercy, vast and free,
Evermore be found in Thee?
Father, turn on me Thine eyes,
See my blushes, hear my cries;
Faint tho .be the cries I make,
Save me, for Thy mercy’s sake,
From the worn, and from the fire,
From the torments; of Thine ire.
Fold me with the sheep that stand
Pure and safe at Thy right hand.
Hear Thy guilty child implore Thee,
Rolling in the dust before Thee.
0, the horrors of that day!
When this frame of sinful clay,
Startng from its ihurial place,
Must behold Thee face to face.
Hear and pity, hear and aid,
Spare the creatures Thou hast
made.
Mercy, mercy, save, forgive:
O who ®hall look on Thee and live ?
-o—o..... —...............
HE HOES
By Robert P. Tristram Coffin,
In the February Scribner’s
He hoes against the glooming west
Until this beard is full of dew.
The crows are home; but never yet
Has twilight found this farmer
through.
His son is mated with a wife
Coarse and common as the weeds.
His hopes have fallen on a soil
Less fertile than his thrifty seeds.
Eighty years have /bent his bones
And brought his chin down on hia
breast
But still his arms swing at a work
So rhythmical it is a rest.
SJutfp TO* «xi «* «v?»-
(where
In 'his house that once was dean.
His granddaughters run with the
men
And have a wormy fruit to glean.
He cuts the weeds away from corn
With a calm and ageless hate;
He does not care to go indoors
Until the hour has grown late.
He loves to be alone and see
His shadow lengthen without end
Until it lies across the world,
Across the house he could not tend.
God willing, death will find him
there
Clean and shining as his hoe,
Standing on his two stiff feet,
And not a weed in any row.
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FLEETING DAYS
TO MARRY OR NOT TO MARRY?
(By Beverley Nichols)
“Marriage is a book of which the
first chapter is written in poetry and
the remaining chapters in prose,”
says Beverley Nichols, young Eng-
lish writer, in the March College Hu-
mor. “Modern marriage is a book
of which the first chapter is usually
written in free verse and the remain-
ing chapters in journalese. Always
my question is ‘What will happen
when the poetry gives way to prose?’
Frankly, I don’t know. Nor do you.
“What, I ask myself, could a wife
do for me? She could not write any
of my books, though she might stop
me from writing some of them. She
might do my tpving, but that is an in-
dignity to which I would _not subject
her. I prefer to pay my typist’s
bills. What else could a wife do for
me? She could run my house. Yes.
Of all the foolish legends with which
this world is befogged the legend that
women know anything about house-
keeping is the most foolish. To see
them as they attempt to tackle a sup-
rebely simple operation such as spring
cleaning is an embarrassing as to
watch an incompetent subaltern get-
ting tied up with hi splatoon during
army maneuvers.
“Nor have women, with the excep-
tion of rare geniuses, any conception
of decoration. If women really had
their way, they would every room into
a jumble sale. If they are given a pic.
ture, up it must go, whether it is
appropriate of not. If they have a
cushion, it must be pushed in some-
how or other. What else could a wife
do for me? She could be a compan-
ion. Ah! You are evoking the phan-
tom which is the haunting fear of all
bachelors—loneliness. But may there
not be a welcome in the very loneli-
ness after the fretting contracts of
the day? And are there not more
books in the world to read than I shall
ever know, and an I not far more cap-
able than anybody else of pouring out
my own whisky and soda?
“Suppose I have been to an amus-
ing part. I may want the party to
go on. I may want to bring dozens
of people home with me—Jane who
sings, and —John who plays the piano
and Oliver who mimics people so bril-
liatly. If I am married, how am I
going to do that, unless I marry an
angel of tact and forbearance?
“I rejoice in my freedom. If I
choose, I can get on board a steamer
tomorrow and sail to Hawaii and start
a trade in illicit drugs. I can grow a
beard and screech anarchy in Hyde
Park. I can stay in bed and eat mac-
aroons. I can /fill the house with mon-
keys. I can keep goldfish in the bath.
In other words, I can ‘be myself,’ as
the Amercians say.
“You are going to tell me that ‘if
everbody thought as I did the world
would cease altogether, and humanity
would perish from the face of the
earth.’ To which I can only reply,
‘Why not?’ ”
CONTRIBUTORS
COLUMN
Heaven
Only the sounds of twlight,
Only a little room in the twilight,
Only a little fire on the hearth,
Only the sounds of twilight,
And the sound of a little child’s mirth;
Oh, it’s only a little house
To simple joys given;
It’s only a little place,
But it’s big enough for heaven.
—Vera Clem.
o—o
Gambling
Twas dreaming in the beaming
Of the moonlight rays.
You were there with reddish hair;
In your eyes a gaze,
It was assuring of the moving
Of our hearts as one.
But then the rays shut out your gaze
with rising of the sun,
And your heart with sudden start
Beat no more for me;
Yes, there were you with eyes of blue
Determined forever to be
Hard as rock, ready to block
The effort that were made
By your lover in the cover
Of the mossy shade.
You were cruel in giving fuel
To my impassioned heart.
For without intent to give consent;
To yield to cupid’s dart,
Meant to stake the chance to break
My humble, forlorn heart.
—Harold.
o—o
You, I and Vanity
I tho’t you meant that you loved me—
but I see you didn’t
I in my dreaming way,
Fancied you dreamed of me sweetly,
with eyelids closed
Giving me hope that day,
As we stood at that beautiful place:
where Minewah, the Indian
Wooed Paeto, the maiden;
But no; Fate cannot see, as we do, its
cruelty, its pangs and thrusts.
My heart, tho’ heavy laden
Can rejoice for having loved and hav-
ing been made to believe loved
For that for which I tried
But didn’t get; that which I held high,
but soarded away; vanished,
Comforts my conceit; my pride,
o—o
Looking and Listening-
Hello! What am I doing in this
solitary place? Why can’t you see?
I’m reading. Oh! I forgot I din’t
have a book. You see, I’m reading
poetry. The sky is full of it today.
I’ve been enjoying it for several hours.
I’ve been reading from those flowers
thoughts more true and deep than
ever were expressed upon paper. I
tried to set them down, but somehow
or other they just won’t be caked.
Look at the upturned face of that
little white daisy. *Is it not the most
perfect poem in the world? Look at
that green, green grass; look at the
water sparkling in the sunshine. Look,
I beg you, and tell me if you have
ever read praise from mortal hands
more wonderful than these.—-Hush—
Do you hear that music? It sounds
like the wind blowing through the tree
tops, but I’m sure it’s unseen harps.
And listen at those birds. You know,
sometimes I can almost catch the
meaning of their song. Some day,
maybe I’ll be able to understand it.
—Vera Clem.
“My dear,” said the young husband,
“did you speak to the milkman about
there being no cream on th emilk?”
“Yes; I told him about it this morn-
ing and he explained it satisfactorily.
I think it quite a credit to him, too.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he always filled the bottle
so full there was no room on the top
for cream.”
DR. H. F. JORDON
SURGEON DENTIST
North Side of Square
Over Jennigs Pharmacy
Instructions given all students in latest scientific
methods in preventive dentistry
memory
Can you say that you were loyal
and true?
Can you say that you did the best
you could do?
COOPER’S
Home Made Bread
Is Sure
Good!
(By Marporie Burney)
Soon your dear old S.W.T.T.C. days
will be gone;
And you’ll sail away to a little
world all your own,
Far, far away from the College
friends you once knew,
Away from those that were so
dear to you.
Then more days will silently come
and go,
And other true friends you will
know;
Perhaps you will build a love nest
for two,
Or maybe you'll choose something
else to do.
The golden years will pass on and
away,
Changing yur raven locks to gray;
Then one day you’ll sail back over
memory’s sea,
To the dear days, the happy days
that used to be.
When you anchored in the harbor
of S.W.T.T.C.,
The most beautiful port in your
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Dr. J. R. Morton
Practice limited to Eye, Ear,
Nose and Throat. Office over
Williams Drug Company.
Res. Phone 62 Office 156
DUKE & AYRES
5c to $1 Store
School Supplies
Fresh Chocolate Candy
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Dr. J. M. Van Ness
Eye, Ear, Nose and
Throat Specialist
Phone 386 Mutual Bldg.
less a purpose than that, and it’s
up to th ©student to reap his
share of the benefits.—Purdue.
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Dentist
Mutual Building
Phone 386
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PETTY
BARBER SHOP
East Side of Square
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E. C. HORTON
Hat Boxes, Suit Cases,
Ladies’ Week-end Cases
Shoe Laces and Polish
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Phone 32
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Phone 327—We Deliver
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