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SPELMAN COLLEGE GLEE CLUB
THE SCRIPTURE CONTEST
Kvery year, students in the Junior High
School, Senior High School and College contest
for prizes offered by Mr. Willard I). Cham
berlain of Dayton, Ohio, for Scripture Reading
and Recitation. The students enter their
names and a preliminary contest is held to
eliminate all but three participants. Those who
read are not assigned the passages until the
time of the contest, but those who recite are re
quired to learn the following passages: John 14,
Psalm 23 and Proverbs 31 :10-31.
This year, the Junior High School contest
was held March 2, at 2 o'clock in their assembly
room. The Scripture Reading prize of $5.00 j
was won by Etta Harper, ninth grade, and the
Scripture Recitation prize of $5.00 was won by
Annie Buckins of the same class. The judges
were Miss Wilhelmina Kurrelmver, principal
of Senior High School; Mrs. Mary Reddick,
Matron of Morehouse Hall, and Miss Sadie
Taylor, Bible Instructor. The Senior High
School Contest was held February 24 at 2
o'clock in Elowe Memorial Chapel. The Scrip
ture Reading prize of $10.00 was won by Ruby
Wilson of the twelfth grade, and the Scripture
Recitation prize of the same amount was won
by Corrie Ray, eleventh grade. The judges
were Mrs. George W. Coleman, a trustee of
Spelman College; Mrs. P. M. Davis, and Miss
Ann Hayden, Librarian of Atlanta University.
When the college contest was held March 2,
at 4 o’clock in Howe Memorial Chapel, Miss
Kittie Thomas, a Sophomore, and Miss Mar
garet Johnson, a Freshman, tied for the Scrip
ture Reading prize of $15.00. The Scripture
Recitation prize of $15.00 was won by Miss Lil
lie Simians, a Senior. The judges were Pro
fessor Lewis of Morehouse College, Miss Amy
Chadwick, matron of the Leonard Street Or
phanage, and Miss Lucy Hale Tapley, President
Emeritus of Spelman College.
Miss Grace House, a worker in Penn School,
St. Helena Island, near Buford, S. C., in speak
ing before the student body Wednesday morn
ing, March 7, said that a group of young peo
ple always made her think of possibilities for
service.
Quoting Dr. Brete, she said that the funda
mental basis of leadership is found in:
1. Single motives.
2. Competitive motives.
3. Social motives.
One should have a broad outlook on life, she
said, and those who are planning to teach should
make it one of their aims to consider the back
grounds of their pupils.
Miss Katherine Butler, Student Secretary of
the Y. \\ . C. A. Council, speaking to the stu
dent body and faculty, Thursday morning,
March 8, said that all around us are magic
casements that can, if opened, make this world
of ours a happier place in which to live. Each in
dividual should strive to develop the capacities
within him or her. Great satisfaction comes
when we find something we really want to do
and can do.
PERSONALS
The Misses Dickinson received a telegram
Friday morning, February 17, saying that their
brother, Edwin Harris Dickinson, of Amherst,
Massachusetts, had died very suddenly. The
brother finished his day’s work as usual on
Thursday, and died from angina pectoris after a
night’s illness. Mr. Dickinson was a graduate
of the Massachusetts Agricultural College, was
one of the Board of Selectmen of Amherst,
and was prominent in church and town affairs.
A son, Professor William C. Dickinson, of
George Peabody College, visited his aunts for
a few hours on his return trip to Nashville,
after his father’s funeral.
* * *
Miss Susie Green, a teacher in Spelman
Training School, lost her mother, February
5, 1928. The mother was Mrs. Annie Green,
of Wadley, Ga.
* * *
Miss Lillie Roudabush of the English Depart
ment, Spelman College, was suddenly called
to her home in Osterburg, Bedford County.
Pennsylvania, on account of the serious ill
ness of her mother.
* * *
Mrs. Alice Coleman, a member of the Board
of Trustees of Spelman College, was on the
campus for a few days in February. She had
charge of the devotional exercises Monday
morning, February 27.
* * *
Miss Tapley comes out to see us quite often.
She had charge of devotions Wednesday morn
ing, February 29.
* * *
On Monday morning, March 5, Mr. Craver,
Senior Student Secretary of the National Coun
cil of Student Y. M. C. A. spoke at chapel on
the Business of Good Will in the World and
How to Further It.
“A FRIEND INDEED”
By Mabel Hillman
“Now I’m gonna hurry down to Mr. James’
store and get those eggs for granny. She
promised to make a cake. My, but won’t a cake
taste good! We seldom have cake at our house.
I don’t know why, but granny says we’re not
able. She says they are for rich people and
not for people like us.”
So ran the thoughts of little Mary Ann Car-
ruthers, as she half skipped and half ran down
West Main Street toward the grocery store.
Mary Ann’s grandmother had really sent her
to the store for twenty cents worth of eggs,
with the warning not to break them at any
cost. If the eggs were broken, there would be
no cake and the extra twenty cents, which had
been earned that day, would be wasted. Mary
Ann just knew she’d rather die herself than
break the eggs, because who would deliberately
break some eggs when they hadn’t had any
cake for some months or more?
About a block away from the grocery store,
was an empty field. Every evening James
Stratford and his gang congregated at this field
to plot what mischief they could undertake to
do. On this particular evening that little Mary
Ann was on her way to the store, these rough
boys were hidden behind some hedges not far
from the sidewalk.
“Listen closely to my orders, boys, and I
think we’ll have some fun.”
“Well, give the orders, Jim, and we are with
you," shouted Alvin Loving, a husky freckled
faced chap about twelve years old.
“Sure, we’ll follow.” chimed in the others,
“but shoot the dose quick, Jim.”
By this time James had risen to his full height
and began his plot in a masterful voice.
“Well, here it goes. You all know that girl
called Mary Annie, don’t you?” A mumble sig
nifying, yes, circulated through the crowd.
James continued, “She has gone to the store
and it’s very seldom she has any money to go
to the store with. We’re gonna stop her on her
way back and take whatever she’s got. Under
stand ?”
“Yes,” was the reply from all except Tom
Moore, who didn’t seem exactly pleased with
the plan. However, he silently took the posi
tion that was given him and they all sat pa
tiently waiting for little Mary Ann to pass.
Fifteen minutes later brought the sound of
little half-clad feet upon the sidewalk and a
distance of a yard or two brought her directly
in front of the gate to the empty field. Out
sprang about fifteen rough, strong boys. Some
grabbed her hands, others her feet and James
tied a handkerchief around her mouth.
“Take the sack,” was the cry, “we’re gonna
eat her lolly-pops.”
The sack was taken from her hands and given
over to James. Poor little Mary Ann could
do nothing but let the tears fall down her
cheeks. She could not bear to see the eggs
broken and the last twenty cents that her granny
had, gone.
James opened the sack and to his amazement
found the contents to be eggs. His anger was
furious. “Why, the idea of a girl going to the
store and buying ole eggs instead of candy!
What shall we do with them, boys?”
‘Break ’em! break em!” they all cried. “Maybe
they’ll have chickens in them.”
“Here goes! One, two, three, and four. All
gone. Now we’ll let her go home to her granny
and cry that out.”
They untied Ann’s mouth and laughed at her
as she half fell and half stumbled up West
Main Street toward home.
“What would granny think of me if I went
home and told her those ole boys threw away
our eggs? We can't have any cake and granny
hasn’t any more twenty cents. I'll just sit here
on this stone and die, because I told her I’d die
for the eggs.”
Tom Moore found her sitting with her head
buried in her gingham apron. When he walked
up and touched her on the shoulder she seemed
frightened half to death.
“I’ve brought you some eggs, Mae.”
“Oh, you have! Where’d you get them? Did
God send them? I asked him to send me four,
just four for granny’s sake.”
“Well, here they are," replied Tom, smiling,
“just four. I ran all the way home and begged
mother for them after I found that yours had
been broken.”
“Thank you, thank you, and thank God,"
cried Mary Ann. “We can have our cake and
I’ll give you my share.”
"No, thanks, Mary Ann. I’m glad that 1 can
do that much for you. Good-bye.”
Tom stood and watched her as she ran hap
pily out of sight.