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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
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‘‘Service in Unity’’
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NEGRO HISTORY WEEK
For the past few years the Negro colleges
throughout the country have celebrated as
“Negro History Week,” the second week in
February. The purpose of this celebration
is to enlighten Negro students on their past
history.
The program for the week, on this campus
is given in detail under the heading: “Negro
History Week.”
RABBI WISE
Rabbi Stephen Samuel Wise, who spoke
in Sisters Chapel February 7, was born in
Budapest, Hungary, March 17, 1872. Some
of the important positions he has held are :
Founder and first vice-president of the Ore
gon State Conference of Charities and Cor
rection ; representative of the American
League to Enforce Peace; vice-president of
the Open Forum National Council, American
Association Labor Legislation; director of
Peace Society of New York; trustee of Na
tional Child Labor Commission; trustee of
Near East Relief, and rabbi of the Free
Synagogue of New York.
He has written several books. Among
the number may be mentioned: “How 7 to
Face Life,” and “Child Versus Parent.”
Rabbi Wise is also vice-president of Free
Religious Association of America; founder of
Zionist Organization of America; vice-
chairman of the Jewish Emergency Refugee
Relief Committee : founder of E'astern Coun
cil of Liberal Rabbis; founder and presi- !
dent of Jewish Institution of Religion (train- j
ing of men for the Jewish ministry).
SPELMAN HATS
By Ruby L. Brown
Spelman hats cost one dollar and twenty-
five cents ($1.25). They are well worth the
money, too. It is known that formerly Spel
man girls have had to use boys’ caps from
Morehouse since no such thing as the Spel
man bonnet existed—not that we were not
loyal to our school but that our loyalty was,
and still is, to both institutions.
Now, no outsider has to say: “Are you a
Spelman girl?” Our hats tell the whole
story. They are, first of all, blue and white.
Spelman’s colors. One who wears a hat is
not showing class loyalty, but school loyalty.
This keeps down the question : “Does this
color suit my complexion?” The blue band
across the front bears the words Spelman
College in neat white letters. We have to
handle them very carefully because the white
is easily soiled.
This little bonnet-effect-hat is made of
felt, quite nifty. It really protects the head
in cold w r eather. We are extremely proud
of them because we’ve never had anything
like them before, then, too, because they are
attractive. How the people stare wishingly
at them when we go out. They make very
pleasant remarks about them either to us or
to some one near. Every girl likes some
thing attractive. Last but not at all least we
like them because they show loyalty.
Some one has remarked that our little bon
net looks like a jockey’s cap. What if it
does? It has rubber in the back and the
wide bill comes down over the face, shading
the eyes just enough to make a beautiful
picture. Maybe they are made on the order
of a jockey’s cap and they have a perfect
right to be. Are not Spelman girls racing,
too? Surely we are—racing to do the things
that are right and discard those that are
wrong.
Mr. David Jones, president of Bennet Col
lege, Greensboro, N. C., spoke on “The Phil
osophy of Henry Ford” Wednesday morning,
January 18, at chapel exercises.
Henry Ford’s job is to build the best car
he can ; it matters not what competitors do.
His philosophy is that one should do his
best in everything he attempts. One should
not measure himself by what others do. Ev
eryone should try to put his best into every
thing he attempts. We would have a trans
formed world if every individual would put
100 per cent of his efforts into what he
does. Life, after all, is a very simple thing
and people who put into life all that they
have, are the ones who get along. Lind
bergh is an example of one who put him
self into what he attempted to do. It takes
hard honest work to do whatever one sets
out to do.
“A TRIP UP PIKE’S PEAK”
By Lillian Peck, '31
After having gone on a sightseeing trip
through the city of Denver, Colorado, our
friends decided that the next feature for us
would be the trip up Pike’s Peak. That night
we all piled into the automobile and the
next thing I knew, we were speeding along
a smooth paved road to Manitow. After
about half an hour’s ride I found myself in
the little town, not very far from the base
of the mountain.
Manitow, though not such an exceptional
ly small town, is rather, in comparison with
the metropolis, Denver, and proved very in
teresting, perhaps because it is so very near
this unusual work of nature.
It was now time for us to continue our
journey to Pike’s Peak, which was still a
short distance away. Leaving this little city
in the distance, we proceeded.
Suddenly we stopped, and in front of us
loomed the great mountain, towering far
above the clouds. It was time for the train
to begin its climb so we, bubbling over with
excitement, boarded the cars. They started
not rapidly but steadily, and gradually we
were lost to the world below.
On both sides was nothing but pines,
spreading their branches proudly as if they
j were elated over the fact that they oc
cupied a place on Pike’s Peak. While every-
* one was enjoying immensely the thrill of
the climb, someone noticed that the trees
were becoming thinner and the grass seem
ed to disappear. The air, too, was becom
ing brisk, whereas it had been rather sultry
and hot below. Gradually the pines were
lost to sight, and wraps were pulled closer
around chilly bodies. Then there appeared
masses of rugged rock, which were really
granite. On both sides could be seen noth
ing but rocks with an occasional tuft of
grass growing between them. By this time
the temperature was actually low.
Suddenly when everyone was wondering
how much taller the old mountain was any
way, we came to a sudden stop.
Day had dawned, but it was not quite
light enough to see objects very distinctly,
so we all filed out of the cars, snow crunch
ing beneath our feet, and went into the little
hotel located at the top of the mountain.
After warming, we went out to watch the
sunrise.
All around was nothing but the cold grav-
ness of a winter morning; although below
there was hot July weather. Then in the
east we discerned a light which gradually
became brighter, until a great white glare,
looked very much as if the whole eastern
horizon was on fire. Overwhelmed with this
wonderful work of God, we quite forgot the
cold and only knew that a thing of such
beauty as to be almost indescribable was hap
pening and we were the witnesses. Now
the round outside curve of a great red ball
seemed to rise out of the distant mountains.
Up, up, it climbed until half of the ball was
visible, then more and more until the whole
ball was above the horizon. Sending out
golden rays on all sides, it came a little
higher, and there we stood, in the full glory
of the scene, speechless, lest we lose some
of the beauty, should we speak. Someone
heaved a great sigh, which brought us all
back to earth with a realistic jolt. Shall I
ever forget it? Nq. Never.