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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
MISS NANNIE BURROUGHS
IN ATLANTA
On Tuesday night, November 22, Miss
Nannie Helen Burroughs, of Washington, D.
C., gave an address at the City Auditorium
in Atlanta. Miss Burroughs is founder of
the National Training School for Women
and Girls at Washington, and a prominent
educational leader among the members of
her race. Her subject was “The Seven
Greatest Gifts to the Human Family, and
Our Duty to Enrich and Enhance Them.”
Besides the two great gifts of the United
States to human life and happiness—the con
stitution and the songs of the Negro—Miss
Burroughs dwelt at length on the seven gifts
of life, liberty, learning, labor, love, leisure
and laurels.
Because of your very existence, you owe
your parents and the world itself “an eter
nal and everlasting debt of gratitude which
can never be paid in money, and if you’re
not preparing to live a life of service, you’re
a disappointment to those sacrificing for
you.”
“Christian men are organizing mental
forces now to fight moral battles that they
may have absolute freedom.”
“Nature is no respecter of persons and all
must dedicate their mind power to the world’s
enjoyment.”
“Hard work is a thing that the world and
society require, and is essential to make a
man or a woman.”
“America needs to be enriched in sacri
fices of love that she may live up to the fine
things of which she is capable. Give your
life to that end.”
“Real leisure with God, that is self-exam
ination, is what we need.”
“Civilization is a matter of standards. The
question of color will fade as mist before the
rising sun when civilization is brought to
the Christian’s highest level of love, life, and
service.”
“THE FIGHTING DEACON
AND THE LITTLE
BLACKBIRD”
By Willie H. Barnett
Death has claimed within the last month
two of the most outstanding people of our
race, a woman and a man—one an artist
known as the “Little Blackbird who danced
her way from the hurdy-gurdies of Harlem’s
pavements to the golden walls of European
temples.” The other one, known as “The
Fighting Deacon,” also came of humble
parentage, but afterwards captured and held
spell-bound all who watched him in his box
ing matches. These two people were Flor
ence Mills and “Tiger” Theodore Flowers.
“Tiger” Theodore Flowers won his fame
through faith and prayer, and the physical
training his work required. He was mod
est in victory and gallant in defeat; he car
ried into his daily life the principles and pre
cepts of the Christianity that he professed.
It has been truthfully said that he was court
ly without being servile, and humble with
out being a sycophant. It is said that he
died with a prayer on his lips, a "fitting
end for a man whose soul was as white as
his skin was dark.”
Horence Mills gives all the credit of her
success to her wise mother. She knew art
—not vulgarity. The “Bad Taste” shows had
no attraction for this little demitasse star.
Life was not all roses with her. There were
endless years of toil—and low pay and then
came her first big burst into fame—and
money with the show, “Shuffle Along.” When
she received her first check, it is said she
was so excited that she ran all the way home
to dash into her mother’s arms and hand
her the check. Then she sang this song that
came from her heart: "The Debt of Love I
Owe You Mamma, I Can Never Pay.”
Florence Mills and “Tiger” Theodore
Flowers were each of humble parentage but
they succeeded through prayer, faith, and
love to their families and friends. Such
clean triumphant lives are real inspiration.
THE “TIGERS AND LIONS”
BIG THANKSGIVING
GAME
By Annie Hudson
Can the college girls play soccer? Who
saw the Thanksgiving game? How did it
compare with the Howard-Morehouse game?
Such kicking and running who ever saw be
fore ?
How could the Tigers have won that score
if Catherine English hadn’t accidentally
knocked it in? Special mention should be
made of Lois Davenport and Eddye Moneye
for their fine work on the Lions’ side. They
all played fair and square and played hard
and the very next Tuesday they all wanted
to play soccer again.
Play on girls, maybe you will have the
chance to challenge another school this term.
Can you do it, girls? Yes.
SANTA ON THE CAMPUS
By Ernestine V. Erskine
Patter, patter, patter.
\\ hat is that noise ? Is it 12:30 and are
the children going to lunch?”
No, don t you know? Santa Claus is com
ing and the Home children are going to
meet him.”
"Will he come through our campus?”
“Yes, I believe so; we will watch.”
Imagine a real Santa in a sleigh drawn
by seven sure-enough, live reindeer! Seven
Eskimo dogs, some black, some brown, and
others black and white, drawing another
sleigh led the procession or parade through
our campus. Two Eskimo men dressed in
fur clothes just as they do in Alaska where
the snow is deep and cold, guided the dogs
and reindeer. Santa was perched in front
of the sleigh, the back was piled full and
running over with all kinds of toys. The
children ran along shouting what they want
ed Santa to bring them Christmas. He bow
ed, waved and patted those in his reach, |
promising to revisit them December 25th. |
Little feet would not keep still and tiny
hands clapped and waved continuously.
Older students and even the teachers were
carried hack to childhood. Some remarked :
“I wish I were a child again.”
Seeing Santa Claus, sleighs, reindeer, Es
kimo dogs and real Eskimo men was a treat
and the thrill will he remembered.
PIGEON MANNERS
By Ruby L. Brown
As Mary watched six little pigeons on the
campus one day, she said: “Little pigeons
you are here every morning when 1 get up,
but where do you sleep at night and where
do you learn your manners? I just want
to know' all about you.”
The eldest pigeon pleasantly replied: “Give
us names and watch our manners to see if
you think we learn them from you, but where
we sleep at night I'm afraid you’ll never
know'. I will say that Spelman is our place
of business.”
"Very well,” the little girl replied: "I shall
call you Dark Gray, Light Gray, Black Spot,
White Head, Dark Bill, and White Tail,”
as she pointed to each.
Later in the day as Mary was walking on
the campus with her friend Alice, she saw
Light Gray and Black Spot, but the little
pigeons thought not at all that they were
having spectators.
“Alice,” Mary said, “you must watch this
with me; it is a natural love scene between
the pigeons. See how they are billing and
cooing with each other. I would almost
say they are human.”
"But, Mary,” Alice exclaimed, “what do you
mean by the word billing?”
“Oh, Alice, don’t be silly. That means
interchanging caresses.”
"I never knew pigeons did such.”
"Miss Hunter is throwing out some food
for them. See how Light Gray and Black
Spot rush to it,” said Alice. “We’ll just pre
tend that we are going to the fountain and
watch them.”
“Oh, the poor little things,” remarked
Mary. "Dark Gray is driving them away.
He takes too much authority, doesn’t he?
Now I see that some pigeons, too, are greedy
birds.”
1 hey are, said Alice, “there is no won
der that they don’t have pretty white table
clothes on which to eat as we do. We cer
tainly ought to be appreciative enough to
keep ours nice and clean.”
The two girls filled a pan with water so
the pigeons might digest their food easily.
They never offered to drink, but after 15
minutes had passed three of them gathered
around -the pan. One bobbed and nodded to
the others seeming to insist that they should
go in first.
“How funny,” said Mary, “I believe they
are going to take baths in the drinking water.
We won’t say anything to them for I imagine
they wouldn’t want us to interfere."
On pigeon got in and took a bath very
hurriedly in order to give the others an equal
chance. Then the next and the next and so
the three had a bath. After the last had
finished the first went back to play in the
| water.
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