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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
THE HIGH SCHOOL SOCIAL
By Esther B. Thomas
The annual social was given in Laura Spel-
man Hall on Friday evening, March 2, 1928. by
the high school faculty in honor of the high
school students.
The decorations of yellow and green were so
arranged as to add very much to the pleasure of
the affair.
The program was full of surprises. The high
school faculty gave a short play and there
.vere also recitations. Miss Hawkins sang
a solo and Misses Towles and Fisher gave an
instrumental duet. Several of the high school
girls volunteered some excellent music. There
.vere games and prizes, Miss Beautine Hubert,
and Lucile Jackson being the winners.
Delicious refreshments of brick ice cream
and fancy cakes were served.
Our President Emeritus, Miss Tapley, and
President Read expressed their pleasure in the
party with interesting talks. The girls gave
their parting greeting to the hostesses and de
parted with happy hearts.
THE JUNGLE CLAIMS ITS
OWN
By Alpha Talley, H. S.
As I looked out from my lair on a bright
May morning, I noticed that the sun seemed to
be shining more brightly than usual, as the tiny
rays flickered down through the thick foliage.
The odor of the tender, young shrubbery, min
gled with the fresh, cool dampness of the earth,
and smelled unusually fragrant. Jungle life
seemed sweeter than ever.
Bright-colored flies darted to and fro; great
lazy snakes hung from the mossy limbs above,
hissing at ugly-faced, intruding wood insects,
and the woods resounded with the roar of the
lioness as she started in search of her day’s
food. Indeed, life seemed worth living.
I began to be anxious to leave my mother's
side and frisk and tumble among the entangled
briars, but a warning note in her snarl sent
me scampering back.
Presently, I heard something different from
the lioness’ yelp or the deep bass note of the
gorilla—a sharp, cjuick report from something
that re-echoed through the forest. Mv mother
stealthily crouched low, half hidden by a clump
of sage grass, and her small, bright eyes flashed
with anger like green fire balls.
Bang ! Bang ! What was that ? I looked up
to see several objects coming—yes, coming di
rectly toward me. I tried to get away but was
hemmed in on all sides. I was too small to
resist their forces, and so the last thing 1 re
member, I was put in a dark hole. (I learned
later it was a box.) I could feel myself being
bumped and kocked about for a long time and
at last decided that I, like my mother, would
soon be killed. 1 could not think clearly, for 1
was too weary; so at last I gave myself over
to a deep sleep.
When I awoke, I could hear strange sounds
and see strange things. More of the strange ob
jects came up to me. jabbering something I
didn’t understand. Finally I was given food,
which I haughtily refused, for I wanted my
j)<>or mother and little brothers and sisters.
I learned that these strange objects were peo
ple and I was to be given to a sweet missionary
lady in Burma who liked pet animals very much.
I felt sorry for the sweet lady who wanted me
for a pet for most certainly I was not going
to be a pet. Revenge I wanted for the dis
turbance of my happy home and the death of
my mother. Some day I would get it, too,
I consoled myself.
I was taken to the home of the missionary,
Mrs. Bruce, where I was received gladly. She
thought I was such a “gentle, darling, little
spotted thing.” And so I bore the name.
“Spot” everafterward. She cared for me so
well that I learned to like her very much, and
would take morsels of food from her hand.
Then she would let me out of my cage for a
short space of time until finally I was loosened
for whole days. Many children of the village
would come to play with me and make me climb
and do many clever tricks.
As I grew' older, I increased rapidly in size,
and strength, and a desire to go back to the
jungles came over me. I began to tire from
the incessant teasing of children; especially did
1 dislike one elf-like boy in the missionary
quarters whom they called “He.” He stuck pins
and other sharp things in me to make me
leap, until I w'as furious. A deep hatred for
human beings grew within me, and by my
actions, I began to arouse suspicions. My mis
tress had me chained and told the children to
keep out of my way for a while.
One Indian summer day as I lay basking in
the sun, I got a whiff of the jungle atmosphere
which aroused in me a frenzy for freedom. I
was no more a docile baby Leopard, but a rag
ing wild beast whose true home was in the
heart of the forest. During my uproar some
children thronged around. Among these was
“He.” I had made up my mind to kill him, and
now in my fury I bounded toward him with all
my weight. My leash snapped, and I made
straight for him. There was a scream, a big
splatter of blood, and I bounded, like the mad
cat I was, to the jungles, leaving him dead on
the ground.
I heard shouts and yells behind me, but noth
ing could stop me for the call of the wild was
upon me.
I am in the jungles now, and I am happy. I I
sought the sweetness of revenge and found it. 1
COMPARISON OF “CHRIS
TIAN HERALD" AND
“CURRENT EVENTS"
By Edna Mae Douthard, H. S. ’30
If we look at the titles of the two week
ly papers, the “Christian Herald,” and the
“Current Events,” we will think there is a
large amount of difference in the material
each contains.
The title "Current Events" would convey
to a person who had not seen it before, the
meaning, "events of importance happening
everywhere.” The title "Christian Herald"
would convey to people who had never read
it, the meaning, "facts about Christ or Chris
tians.”
The “Current Events" contains all of the
things of particular importance in a con
densed form so that only the main parts of
the particular topic are given. The paper
also has jokes to cheer you up when you
are tired or not feeling so well. The “C hris
tian Herald" contains facts about Christian
life. It also has jokes and a small amount
of fiction.
SPELMAN GIRLS SING AT
CITY Y. W. C. A.
By Lois Davenport
On the evening of February 16, nine of Spel-
man College Glee Club girls sang at City Y.
W. C. A. meeting (white).
The meeting was opened promptly at eight
o’clock with Miss Maud Watkins as speaker,
who very interestingly and vividly told of the
work of the Colored “Y" of Atlanta; how it
was progressing, even through difficulties, and
handicaps. When the business of the meeting
was finished the Glee Club sang the following
selections:
“Song of the Shepherd Lehl”—Korsakoff.
“The Lamb”—Danes.
“Salutation”—Gaines.
“Negro Spirituals.”
The Club was praised for its tonality, har
mony, and quality. The following girls sang:
First soprano—Misses Florence Jones, Phyl
lis Kimbrough, Ernestine Morrow.
Second soprano—Misses Thelma Brown, Lois
Davenport, Inez Dumas.
Altos—Misses Margaret Johnson, Elizabeth
Jones, Katie Walker.
Pianist—-Miss Irene Dobbs.
The success of the Club was due to Miss
Stella Haugan, directress.
YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT
THAT—
The wisest heads of the times make it
their special business to choose your asso
ciates from the best families of the coun
try.
The big beautiful building in which you
live is securely locked and carefully guard
ed by brave watchmen while you comfort
ably repose from the pleasures and activi
ties of your care-free life.
Men sit up all night long just to be sure
that your room is nice and warm.
Wise men from the farthermost parts of
the country snatch time from their busy
lives and come together and make plans for
your pleasure and welfare.
Some of the very best teachers sit up late
at night and even spend their well and hard-
earned money in order to make your daily
work interesting to you.
Workmen do their very hest to beautify
the place in which you live.
Philanthropists give their thousands that
your life may be broad and rich and full.
There arc those who spent all of their
time, money and very lives trying to give
you everything that life has to offer you.
Who are you? Are you thankful? Or
have you ever stopped to think about it?
—Julia E. Pate.
I prefer the “Current Events.” because it
has all the recent events and jokes in a con
densed form while the "Christian Herald”
has all these things, but it is not nearly as
small as the "Current Events.’’