Hazleton collegian. (Hazleton, PA) 1937-1956, June 01, 1942, Image 4

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    Page Four
ESSAY CONTEST |
With the announcing in April of
an essay contest open to all H.LF.U
students, tne Kngiisn department be
gan what tney hope will continue as
a regular center competition. Rea
sons tor announcing, tne contest may
seem obvious—-to stimulate tiiought
oy students about topics tney/re in
terested in, to give them a chance to
air tneir opinions publicly, to see
tneir names in print, incentives,
aside from tnese, were the prizes—
three dollars for first, two dollars for
second prize, .
Six students, during the busiest
time of the year, were interested
enough to submit essays. Of these,
five treated the one topic on all our
minds—the war, in one or another of
its- aspects; one dealt with education
as such. One essay was disqualified.
Winners the judges are glad to
announce as: Jacqueline Kistler, first
prize, and Jean De Marco, second
prize* Space permits publishing only
the first.
COLLEGE YS. DEFENSE
EMPLOYMENT
As we all know, colleges all over
the country are being affected by the
present war. Monthly the enrollment
is decreasing because many of our
fellow students are of the draft age.
However, the number of students
that are forced to leave because their
“numbers” are constantly being
called, is only a part of those drop
ping from the enrollment.
It is not bad enough that the war
is the cause of making our young
men leave college, it is also the cause
of luring away many of the other
students, both boys and girls, who
really would not have to drop out of
school. It is to these people that I
wish to direct my appeal.
I realize as well as you the pleas
ure that could be derived from earn
ing one’s own money. At our age, we
all think when we look at some of
our former school chums, that it
must be nice to be independent and
have lots of money to spend as one
pleases, and the thought alone tempts
us. Yes, the war has caused urgent
defense industries to spring up all
olver the country, and tempting in
deed to us students are the high
wages offered.
However, if these students would
not rush blindly into the new jobs,
but would stop to think it over and
to look toward the future, I am not
so sure they would be in such a hurry
to leave college. For in the long run,
the college graduates are still going
to come out on top. After the war,
the defense plants will close down
one by one, and our comrades will be
left once more with nothing to do;
whereas, we college students will be!
Refuge
They know the rolling of the waves,
The curved horizon ’gainst the sky,
The salty spray and deep blue cave,
The snowy, crest and fish that fly.
They know, or knew the seaward
crave.
Alas, not I.
They know the conquest of the air,
The beating winds, the -birds that shy,
The thrill of speed, the sun’s bright
stare,
The agile grace of all that fly.
They know the urge that flung them
there.
„ Alas, not I.
They know the joy of the newly
found,
The wondrous sights, the roving eye
The tingle of the unknown sound,
The different -blue of different sky.
They know the call of stranger
ground.
Alas, not I.
ready to step into well-paid profes
sional and technical positions.
Those having defense jobs, who
have saved their money, intending to
enter college at the close of the war,
shall have been more wise than some,
but nevertheless, one must remember
that after being away from the class
room for three or four years, it is a
difficult task to return to it. Also,
these college aspirants will be much
older than the ordinary students and
will not readily associate with them.
This will greatly affect the social
side of their college life and they
will miss much of the enjoyment
they might have had.
Thus I hope that when and if you
are tempted during the present world
situation to leave college for less
stable things in life, you will think
the matter over carefully before
making a decision. Look toward the
future, and he fair to yourself and
the oncoming generation which will
need capable leaders just as we do
now.
HAZLETON COLLEGIAN
erate enough static electricity to
electrocute each other.
Pet peeves? We should say! How
are these? Doc Mcllvaine hates
I pompous people. Mr. Isenberg is em
phatic about the butchering of classi
cal music for popular consumption
and would like to boycott the Capitol
for their record concerts intended to
fill out the time between shows. Mr.
Thorpe will have nothing to do with
sea-food and “vice versa”. Dr. Pen
dell loathes loafers. Dr. Kieft—but
that curl! How could he hate any
thing? Mr. Taylor detests radio quiz
programs, stores that sell two kinds
of ice cream cones—fiive-cent and
ten-cent, dogs that yap, women with
wrinkled stockings, war songs in the
rah! rah! spirit, and—Hold on!
Our profs do like some things. Mr.
Chase delights to be whisked over
mountains and through valleys to the
tune of “Clementine,” which he sings
with much gusto and right on key
through heaven knows how many
stanzas. Mr. Brentin likes rare and
impossible foods, and Dr. Kieft
adores everything connected with his
printing press—even the ink on his
fingers. Dr. Eshelman likes walking
and dogs, or maybe it’s walking dogs.
Dr. Pendell likes a house that. he
built with his own hands down in
Virginia; and Mr. Herpel likes to be
home with Mrs. Herpel, but when
can he be? Having seen a few theme
corrections in our time, we’re not
sure whether Mr. Taylor likes any
thing.
Profs, we salute you!
SHERLOCK STUDENT
If you want to get yourselves
kissed, co-eds, use a little come-on
sense.
Before marriage he was a dude
now he’s only subdued.
We Love Our Profs
(Continued from page 2)
Student Council
Early last September, 94 students
signed out as members of the crew of
the good ship H.U.C. and set sail for
■ unexplored lands. With no thought
of mutiny ip mind but rather in the
hopes of having some pleasant times
along with their chores, they chose
nine from among their number to
chart a course which would include a
maximum of pleasurable leisure-time
activities. Drawing up articles Of in
corporation under the name of Stu
dent Government Association, the
crew of nine elected the following
officers: Captain, Charles Bruch;
Boatswain, Charles Vitabile; Keeper
of the Log, Jacqueline Kistler; and
First Mate in charge of the Exche
quer, Ario Brennan. The steering
committee included William Tito,
Robert Holtzclaw, Charles Cowell,
Elvira Sell, and George Seidel.
Bursar Brennan, incidentally, was
selected to his post because of his
nefarious reputation of being the
tightest-fisted moneyholder in 69
ports, and upon him fell the respons
ibility of rationing out the funds held
in common so that there would be
enough pieces of eight left to' make
tonight’s stop at Port Altamont pos
sible without having to loot the Sai
lor’s Grog Fund. Other members of
the crew were appointed to take care
of the various programs aboard ship,
and also to plan the expeditions into
territory familiar to some, but
strange to most.
Looking back over the log, we see
that our incorporated brother tars
have done much to arrange entertain
ment, etc. for us deck swabbers. Box
ing and cards have gone on below
deck and the ping-pong table never
once got a chance to come up for
air. The H.U.C. juke box was kept
well supplied with the latest-jive and
even did yeoman service at various
deck parties. Once before, Thanks
giving time to be exact, the ship
sailed into Port Altamont for a super
floor polishing.
On the second half of our voyage,
we regretted the loss of Bos’n Vita
bile who was drafted for landlubber
service in the army. Francis Marusak
took over his duties and responsibil
ities. All in all, it’s been smooth sail
ing, and after a week in dry dock for
repairs we’ll be all at sea again. All
aboard!
REFUGEE
O mighty banker,
Master of capital,
Ruler of men,
Of what value now thy gold?
Of what use thy prestige?
Thankful art thou to live,
And work and sleep—
And dream.
June, 1942