April, 1948
STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE NEWS L.ETTER
Page Three
ICHAITER BOX
R. P. and T. B. should go home
liter school. I can’t see why they
(ind so much activity on the cam-
(us after si'hool. I know M. H. and
[, G, would welcome a rest.
^ Seven plfdgees standing by B. R.
|tame dancing by. She took C. B.
for whom she cared and left S. P.
kanding there.
E, C. has been playing it cool
since J. C. returned home. Why
je so cold’ There are o'ther las
sies waiting.
, Weakness — weakness — weak-
,ness—R. W. is mighty weak let-
Iting W. R. get back home after
the way lie carried on with M. H.
' W. T. told M. B. that he loved
iher .If so, v.’hat happened to W.
N. and M. P. I may be wrong but
someone told me that J. C. and
P, P. heard it.
W. "S.P.” M. knows they way
,»ith women. Ask him and I think
tie will tell you they are like
Istepping stones. C. B. to T. B. to
|H. J. Easy, huh?
R. A. is really playing three girls
|jn Butler Koll for dopes. They are
bigger doeps for letting him ge't
liway with it. E. P., S. E. and
D. M, Wake up, dopes.
^ If E. H., B. W. and J. C. don’t
|find "companions”, I will begin to
wonder. I hope I’m wrong. Am I
I girls?
I Why is it that M. J., L. H., B. W.
don't now? They’ve pic;ked up a
(new one L. B. The $64 question
is can she keep up with that live
Iwjre gang?
A. K, r see you don’t go too
^steady with J. “C.” W. now. W. M.
why don't you make your deci
sion? We believe that you can
iWin either, if you act right.
C. E. we see you’re still lighting
'anywhere.
S. J. has her out-of-town guest
right before your eyes. I. M. nor
lA. J. never did 'that.
I M. H. don’t fall in love with
T. B. for all C. R. has to do is
[Crack the whip and he’s gone
again. W. T. W. and W. R. should
|tiave taught you a lesson.
C. E. looked on hjs invitation
and asked me what R. S. V. P.
stood for. I told him and he didn’t
believe it because the initials didn’ t
fhyme. Stupid, huh?
A. W'. thinks she has E. P. in
'her hand like a ball of putty. He
may be slipping through your fin-
'?ers. The chick in Bias Hall may
'be able to tell you more about it
' than I.
I want to apologize of 'the thing.s
I said about W. T. W., Jr in the
la.st issue. He fooled me by stick
ing so long . . . and who knows,
he may 3ven be fooling L. S.
, M. R. really gave A. S. a hard
Way to go, didn’t she ?
B. A. R. isn’t the hot sauce she ,
thought she was, for S. P. has
'wade his decision and it’s B. H. R. ^
I R. L. was really swift in chang
ing his companions. Now she is \
1^- E. At firs't it was L. B., but
B. has taken over with her
.already. W. P. where does that
•eave you ? H. C. is still available. '
' H. G. have you decided to let
L- S. alone ? It seems as though
you’re attempting to capture R. P.
jand W, T.
Pride in State Teachers College
We are proud to be students of State Teachers College.
To improve ourselves in knowledge and to practice the Golden Rule;
For State whose here to appears in duly recognition,
But amplifies each change of life, regardless of condition.
Poets’ Corner
State’s name upon these hallowed walls, a credit to the nation.
And to every student here enrolled a. worthy inspiration,
No obstacles could be too great, no barriers too high.
That S.T.C. did not find some way to pass them by.
Day by day, step by step, she climbed the dizzy heights of fame.
Till cross this mighty nation there was glory in its name,
Yes, we are proud to be at State for many other things
I3eside the note of great esteem, the honored name still brings.
For within spacious walls is housed in true perfection
A college system next to none in order and dii ection.
A crop of teachers well prepared to do their ardent task
A seasoned program well designed to fill the needs of all who ask.
With such instructors on the job and so equipped for every need,
No student deserves the name except they prove by word and deed.
That every day within these walls of such an institution
Prepares the way to face each day and reach a real solution.
S.T.C. is the name, we are always proud to hear it
A bulwark of strength, a tower of faith, we feel its gentle spirit.
Present still in crassroom and hall and in assembly too;
Rejoicing with some when good deeds are done and weeping for
those who are untrue—
’Tis true that every student has counsellor and a friend,
Tried in the fire of experience and spotless to the end.
To emulate her greatness in each daily task assigned.
Will add to its great glory and to 'the world better mind.
A better mind and better thoughts and better actions too.
And then, in turn, a better world with better things to do,
To be a student in truth an honor to the name
We must harbor good intentions and be high m every aim.
Strong in our convictions, faithful to each trus't.
Strong all above reproach, honest, true and just.
With such a model for a guide to every student
There is no excuse that one should err by either day or night.
Action makes the world go round, not the greatest abolish
So let’s acclaim to this great knowledge. State Teachers College
Yes we are proud to be a s?tudent, as proud as we can be;
Can it be said that State is just as proud as we.
—Floretta Boone ’51
—Elizabeth Moore ’51
© varsity Mogaiine
For Young Men
Hood C. Butler was born in the
Philippine Islands of American
parentage. He served in Liberia in
World War II. Some of his work
appeared in The Anthology of
College Poetry, sponsored by the
National Poetry Association. The
following poem written by him
was taken fro mthe recent pub
lication, Ebony Rhythm, an Antho
logy of Contemporary Negro Verse
edited by Beatrice M. Murphy.
1_AT
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“Ebony Rhythm”
From the land of Afric palm and
desert sand
Came rhythm, ebony rhythm,
A sleeping giant awakened.
Dormant in the breast of man,
Springing from its Afric womb.
Nurtured in the tropic sun.
Ebony rhythm in the moonlight
Danced to savage throbbing drums.
With bodies lithe, and skins like
satin.
They danced with a pagan delight.
Sons and daughters of 'the jungle,
Ebony rhythm in the night.
Submitted by
Ruth Brown ’48
WH AT WILL I BE?
What wiil I be when alas I am
named
What deed of greatness will I
have done?
What road will I take to inherit
fame
What path of virtue will I have
run?
■Will I be the great contributor
Of some noble human deed?
Or will I be life’s poorest exhibitor
Who all men shun and heed ?
But great or small. I have learned
What nothing else is left;
There’s no success any way you
turn
Unless you be yourself.
P.y James C. Moore
/(HUFMAh
"IT EXPLAINS ABOUT WOMBSr
TO CELL4
Drink to me only with thine eyes.
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth
rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath.
Not so much honoring 'thee
As giving it a hope that there
Is could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only
breathe.
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I
swear.
Not of itself but thee!
By Ben Johnson