THE CHOWANIAN, CHOWAN COLLEGE, MURFREESBORO, N. C.
Thursday, June 19, 1924.
The Chowanian
A College newspaper published
fortnightly by the students of Chow
an College, Murfreesboro, N. C.
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Subteription $1.00 a year
Entered as second class matter
January 17, 1924 at the Post Office at
Murfreesboro, North Carolina, under
act of March 3, 1879.
STAFF
Camilla Manson Editor
Thelma Peterson Adv. Mgr.
Ruth Wilkins Business Mgr.
Lucille Holloman News Editor
Inez Matthews Alumnae Editor
Eloise Meroney Faculty Editor
REPORTERS
Athletics Mary Nellie Holt
Student Gov’t Ella Mae Parker
Library Ruth Wilkins
Faculty Edna Lassiter, Edna Mills
Social Christy Whitley
Jokes Catherine Fleetwood
Religious Estelle Carlton
Local Meryl Britton
WELCOME TO THE CHOW
AN BAPTIST ASSEMBLY
Chowan College opens its hearts
as well as its door to the Baptist hosts
of eastern Carolina when the Baptist
leaders of the West Chowan, Chowan,
Roanoke and Tar River Associations
gather for the first annual meeting of
the Chowan Baptist Assembly July
15-24.
It is altogether appropriate that
Chowan College should be selected
for a summer assembly. For seventy
five years the college has been the
center of Christian culture and in
fluence throughout eastern Carolina.
It is difficult, if not indeed impossible,
to estimate what the college has done
during these years to enrich the life
of the citizens of this section, both
within and without the denomination.
Quite recently a judge, making his
first charge to the grand jury of Hert
ford county, said:
“This is the most law-abiding coun
ty in North Carolina and the reason is
Chowan College.”
The denomination has not always
recognized the true worth of the in
stitution as a denominational asset
but the coming of the summer assem
bly this year marks a new era in the
appraisement of the college whose
line of Christian leaders include such
noble women as the mothers of Rev.
B. W. Spilman, Honorable J. W.
Bailey, Rev. E. N. Gardner, and other
choice spirts too numerous to men
tion.
THE ABUNDANT LIFE
The word education has suffered
much both from its friends as well as
its enemies. Each generation, in
fact each educational bloc in every
generation has its own particular
point of emphasis and, setting all
other efforts to define education at
naught, assumes the perogative of de
claring for all time to come and for
all human purposes what education
really is. Yet each new effort is
always welcomed by those who
would be truly educated. The
latest, and, in many respects, one
of the best called forth doubtless by
the recent commencement season—•
apears as an editorial in Collier’s
Weekly. It is a succint statement of
all that the Christian College attempts
to do and stands thus as one of the
best definitions yet framed for
Christian education. It is so re
freshing that we quote it in full;
“It is impossible to get at life
through books. You must get at
books through life. We do not hear
of the Founder of Christianity writing
anything, nor does He seem to have
been a reader. Speaking of the uni
versity men of His day. He declared
that they had eyes and saw not; ears
and heard not.
“True education consist in learning
rightly to use our eyes, our ears, our
minds, so that each one of us, for
himself and herself, may make a new
discovery of the world we live in.
Thus each of us will live more fully
and at the same time enrich the lives
of others.”
THE PASSING OF A
GREAT PERSONALITY
Taps have sounded for Dr. Byron
W. King!
This information, contained in a
letter from one of the officials of the
King’s School of Oratory, Pittsburg,
Penn., to Miss Gertrude Knott, print
ed elsewhere in the Chowanian will
bring sorrow to a host of Dr. King’s
friends among our students and fac
ulty and many citizens in Murfrees
boro, who listened with delight to his
sparkling wit and humor, mixed with
wholesome philosophy on the fine art
of living, in our college chapel last
winter.
To know Dr. King was indeed to
love him. His students called him
“Daddy”, so gentle a father he seem
ed to all of them. During his stay
with us his wholesome, sweet perso
nality was a real benediction to us all.
He was par excellence a Christian
gentleman. To know him was liberal
education in Christian living.
In the words of Shakespeare whom
he so admirably interpreted on many
occasions:
“Good night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to
thy rest.”
CHOWAN CLOSES
The anuual event of first impor
tance to the pepole of Murfreesboro,
and to a much larger field than the
town itself, is the commencement oc
casion of Chowan College.
By the time this editorial is printed,
the seventy-sixth commencement of
this historic and valuable institution
will have been numbered with the
things that once were but have since
passed into history.
Its 1923-1924 scholastic year is
now another chapter in its useful and
character building career. Chowan is
not turning its back upon its past,
but it does look to the future for a
still greater service to mankind.
Directly, it touches the lives of the
young ladies who are fortunate
enough to enter its doors but indi-
directly it touches and blesses all
people.
Probably there has been no day in
all its history when its opportunity
for service was greater, or when its
future looked so bright.
Its trustees are doing things. They
have had visions of what Chowan
should and can be, and those visions
are being translated into something
worth while, making it modern, at
tractive, and equipped with every aid
for the comforts of the student body
and for sending them out into the
world more enriched in mind and
heart, and best prepared for the
duties of life.
At the head of this worthy insti
tution of learning, is a man who fills
the demands of just what its president
should be. His heart is in his work.
He is throwing into his work efficiency
and energy, and whenever you hitch
together these two agencies for the
purpose of achievement, always write
after them the other words—results.
And he is geeting them too, good
results at that. Dr. C. P. Weaver,
and his charming wife are valuable
people at the head of Chowan, and
equally as valuable as citizens of the
town.
Let it be distinctly remembered
that the corps of teachers and faculty
of Chowan, though last mentioned,
occupy a front seat in the bright
pages of a bright record. Chowan
does not have to apologize for any
one for its 1923-1924 faculty.
Our hat is off to the record Chowan
is making, and thus equipped, it is
entitled to and deserves the largest
possible patronage. — Murfreesboro
Observer.
THE FAIRY BOULEVARD
I know the fairy boulevard,
I’ve been there time and gain—
It is half way down through the lit
tle yard
And around by the old sheep-pen.
It is down two rows of winesap trees.
White and gleaming and sweet—
When the blooms are out in the April
sun
There are Roses in Fairy street!
A great wide bloom in the middle, and
Five red buds around it—
This is the road to fairyland.
And I am glad I found it.
The apple bloom is a rose, you know.
And so where the trees are flowering
The soft, sweet feet of the fairies go
Under the fairy bowering!
I thought I was old and gray and
worn.
And my heart had aches, it said.
But now it is love in an April morn.
And I walk where the fairies tread.
A perfume of orris is on the breeze.
And effin sounds are heard—
And yonder a sunbeam is on a bough
Though some folk call it a bird!
Well, now it’s the fairy boulevard.
And what have we here to see
But the lilacs swung in the old back
yard.
And the blossoms over the tree
Ah, the blossoms, of apricot, quince
and pear.
And the cherries—what a street
For the little hearts love lifts from
care.
And the patter of fairy feet !
—The Benztown Bard in Balto. Sun.
In 1922 forest fires destroyed the
equivalent of a ten-mile strip extend
ing from New York City to Denver.
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“Training in Literary Apprecia
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difficulty of making the average read
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reads since “literature defies the foot
rule and any attempt to treat it as it
were an exact science is bound to
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to be to broaden the basis of the
reader’s enjoyment by helping him to
cultivate the two senses most neces
sary to the critic, “the seeing eye and
the hearing ear.” Each chapter is
accompanied by exercises and sug
gestions for further reading in order
that the reader may develop some con
fidence in his critical powers. The
author’s statement that the book
should awaken a desire for individual
effort is amply justified.
The Winston Simplified Dictionary,
edited by Wm. D. Lewis, PhD. and
Edgar A. Singer, Ph. D. The John C.
Winston Company, Philadelphia, Pa.
The primary function of a dictionary
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intelligently. The Winston diction
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language of life and not of books and
thus fulfills a long-felt need for a
practical work-a-day world of men
and women struggling with the ido-
syncracies of language.
The David Bispham Song Book. The
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Daily Herald (Wisconsin).
After Many Years
“Well, well, Tom, we haven’t met for
twenty years. If you remember, at
our last meeting we discust half a
young turkey. Let’s try the same
dish tonight.”
They gave the order and the waiter
filled it. The old chum wielded a
knife vigorously for a time and then
broke the silence.
“Jim,” asked he, “do you know
what I think?”
“No.”
“I think this is the other half of
that turkey.”—Louisville Courier-
Journeal.
The vagrant children in Moscow
and its suburbs number about fifty
thousand, according to the Pravada.