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Page 2 Brevard College, Brevard, North Carolina, Friday, Noveraber 22, 1935. The Clarion The Brevard College Weekly Published weekly from September to June while the College is in session, except on hol idays and during examinations. $1.00 per year by carrier. If by mail $1.25 for the school year. Advertising Rates given on Request. EdItor-in-Chief: William Davis Associate Editors; Odell Salmon and Evelyn Swaringen. REPORTORIAL STAFF Gordon Barbour Edith Beard Charles Stackhouse Summers Maugans Katherine Coffey Archie Hardie Sybil Spratt Robert Andrews Cecil Evans Rebecca Brady Ids Whiaenant Pauline Orr Annie Donnell Patterson Edwin Hyatt Emnja Leape Frances Goforth Typist: John Odom Business Manager Wilson Forbes Assistant Clem 1 homas Advertising Manager Rembert McNeer, Jr Assistant Jack Armstrong Circulation Manager Mazon Murphy Afflistant Joe Alleyn Thanksgiving, For What? Next Thursday is Thanksgiving. That is, it is the day set aside by our Pilgrim forefathers as a day of worship, meditation, and wholesome social relations. Approaching this holiday again, it is quite fitting that we consider our present conception of the occasion. Frankly, but not proudly, we must confess that we have really lost the real significance. In to days observance of Thanksgiving most people absolutely disregard a worship or religious service of any kind, and may even fall to offer a simple prayer during the entire day. Instead, our minds are in tensely set on a fooball game, a hunt, a perfect feast, or a special date. All of these are perfectly normal and without a doubt permis sible, provided they are not the dominant interests of the day. Every normal human being has a feeling of appreciation and grati tude; and that feeling is very often expressed, although sometimes un consciously and in different ways, this of course depending on the in dividual. But whether our style be elegant, pleasing, or graceful, we should consider it nothing short of our duty to spend some time in rec olection of and thanksgiving for our favors, whatever they may have been. If this worship is unfamil iar, it will be somewhat mechanical at first; but as time goes on we shall discover something noble and great in our hearts that we had not known was there. Thanksgiving day is next Thursday, November 28th. Bosh! It’s a holiday. Faculty Sketches Jack Stiles Dendy By John Hoyle Jack Stiles Dendy was born in Walhalla, South Carolina, Septem ber 29, 1909. Attended Walhalla Grammar School and was graduated from high school in the same town in 1926. Says that he played high school football occasionally. Enter ing Presbyterian College the fall after graduation, Jack made the boxing team, the rifle team, and tooted a trumpet in both the college band and the orchestra. Dendy is also a fraternity man, having been pledged ALT while at Presbyterian. During his college life he filled his summers with various adventures. He was instructor in woodcarving and basketry in a camp of slum kids one summer, and another sum mer found him sweating in the wheat fields of Kansas. Regard less of his outside activities he also found time to acquire "book lam ing” and thereby received his B.S. degree from Presbyterian in 1930. After graduation Dendy received a fellowship in zoology at U. N. C. He received his M. A. Degree from Carolina in '32 but returned in '33 to study natural history and ‘ ‘gen eral education.” Left there the next year and taught in the high school of Washington, North Caroli na. In the fall of ’34 Dendy joined the faculty of Brevard College as head of the biology department. Dendy plans to make education his life work and also has a yen to be a naturalist. Has had two thrills he’ll never forget, a boat trip from Charleston to New York and the “come to” after a knock-out blow in boxing. Delights in his hobbies of woodcarving and photo graphy, and for poetry he clings to Mr. Kipling. Mr. Dendy also has a word of advice for biology stu dents: “Just keep on digging—may be you’ll find a grub worm for ex perimental purposes.” Vesper Service Dec oration Committee Some word of appreciation is due the vesper service decoration commit tee. For several weeks they have worked willingly and untiringly to make the stage in the auditorium so attractive that the students will take more interest in the programs. The committee is made up of Vivian Moore, Summers Maugans, and Sara King. My Tongue By John Hoyle With apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay. I wag my tongue at both ends, And sometimes with it bite. But, oh, my friends, and, ah, my foes. It gives me much delight. Brevard Home- Coming on Thanks giving Day What other time could be more ap propriate for a college homecoming than Thanksgiving Day? For what could we be more thankful than our friends and the opportunity of being with them ?gain? Surely the students who were at Brevard last year will be truly thankful to have our Brevard College to “come home” to next Thursday. Let’s all get behind this movement for an enthusiastic Home coming Day, for in doing so, we will be establishing a tradition in this col lege that future students here will ap predate and carry on. Our football game with Mars Hill is going to be a great attraction in gett ing everybody together with real school spirit. And think how grand and glorious we are going to feel Thanksgiving night, after we’ve beat Mars Hill! By the way, that’s just what we’re going to do! Let’s make this a Homecoming Day that will real ly be remembered! Who’s Who on the Campus President of the Council— Thomas Graham President of the Sophomore Class— Lloyd Parks President of the Freshman Class— James Rogers President of the Cliosophic Literary Society— Richard Queen President of the Euterpian Literarjr Society— Ruth Sylvester President of the Delphian Literary Society— Robert Reinhardt President of the Mnemosynean Liter ary Society— Edith Beard President of the Methodist Club— Earl Pearson President of the Presbyterian Club— Charlotte Patton President of the Baptist Club— Thomas Graham Editor-in-Chief of the Pertelote— Arney Fox Business Manager of the Pertelote— Dan Williams Assistant Dean in Taylor Hall— C. W. Harmon Assistant Dean in West Hall— Sara Lou Kiger Assistant Dean in Ross Hall— Vernon Tucker Assistant Dean in Town Hall— Le roy Lail Chief Cheer Leaders— Ferrell Young and Billie Bundy Night Watchman— Mazon Murphy Mail Man— Marshall Houtz Bell Ringer— Horace Raper Chairman of Boys’ Midweek Devo- tionals— James Crouse Chairman of Girls’ Midweek Devotion- als— Donnie Patterson Succotash I don’t know whether the column will carry this name definitely or not. Anyway will call it this for the time being, and with such a name it can contain anything — and then some. Wonder if the people who rode to Biltmore on the truck have “thawed out” yet. And speaking of Biltmore, it was perfectly wonderful. Those who have been there have seen a sight, and those who have not have a sight to see. Well, the week-end seems to have been a little upset. Instead of those “regular courting couples” there was Esther with Gibbs, Leighton with Ruth, John with Mary Jo, and Har riet with Ned. But, after all, there’s nothing like a change. Mrs. Coltrane’s English students are about to feel that they are doomed. A research essay of between 1500-2500 words is not to be laughed at. It’s interesting to stand outside a class-room door and watch the expres sions on people’s faces as they take a test. Some of them have a puzzled undecided look, others write away with a very self-confident and ‘self-satisfied air, while the majority have the total ly blank look characteristic of many of us so called “students.” Few people can: Observe as much as Mrs. Coltrane. Chew gum like Pat Shackford. Look at you like Mr. Carlisle. Use that Southern drawl as effectively as Phil Brooks. Manipulate their limbs like Mr. Buck ner. Eat as much bread as Little Audrey. Hear as well as Miss Hayes and Miss Smith. Imitate people as well as Donny. Laugh like Dan Williams (thank good ness!) We’re expecting a number of visit ors here Thanksgiving for the “Home Coming Day.” Folks, let’s do all we can to show them they’re welcome. Inheritance By Leighton Presson No more the driven slave is he. And bound no longer to the soil. His path is clear—his mind is free To spurn the endless empty toil, To leave at least the beaten track, Nor brunt of fruitless labor bear; He sees within this smiling stack Of books a freedom and a stair. Is not this thought enough to make His burning heart beat high and fast; His term is served, and he can take The road that leads to life at last. Accounts for Her Icy Tones Jones took his aunt out riding, Though wintry was the breeze, He put her in the rumble seat, To watch his anti-freeze. —Exchange
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