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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. (Continued on Page Six)