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THE CAMPUS MIRROR dlu'CantpitslUimu* ‘‘Service in Unity’’ Editor-in-Chief Nannie R. Gadson Editor of News Lillie M. SlRMANS Editor of Special Features Ruby BROWN Editor of Jokes JULIA PATE Editor of Sports ANNIE HUDSON Editors of High School Section Edith Tate Walton Young Society Editor PHYLLIS KIMBROUGH BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Secretary of Staff T reasurer Circulation Editor Exchange Editor Advertisements Beatrice Tucker Estelle R. Bailey Jeanette Hicks Frankie Clarke Myrtle Balasco Minnie Finley Subscription Rates: 50c Per Year 25c Per Semester 8c Per Copy 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.