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The Campus Mirror
Published by the Studerfts of Spelman College, Atlanta, Georgia
During the College Year
VOL. v.
SPELMAN’S CHRISTMAS
TREE
At the front entrance on the extreme south of
Spelman campus stands a fir tree which is ad
mired by every one. Last year this tree was
decorated by blue and white lights and gave
pleasure to people on the passing cars and to
pedestrians. Because of the attention given
the fir tree, a bit of jealousy arose between
it and an oak tree not far away.
“Why do your leaves remain green all the
year round?” asked the oak tree. “People ad
mire my green leaves in the spring and sum
mer ; students hover around me to learn more
of me. In the golden pomp of autumn I change
the color of my coat to let people know that
winter is near.”
“My little oak,” interrupted the fir tree, “I
also admire your green leaves in the spring and
summer and your golden leaves in the fall. Rut
in the depths of winter, when nature lies des
poiled of every charm, the wind tosses my
branches to and fro to suggest to the campus
that all of nature is not asleep.
“But last year during the Christmas season I
was very glad that I was a fir tree, for some
kind and thoughtful people decorated me with
blue and white lights which are Spelman colors.
Never before have I been admired by so many
people. Till then only the lovers of nature
had noticed me.
"It is a source of joy to be near the Chapel.
During Christinas season I am moved by the
pealing of the pipe organ when I hear the
‘March of the Magi Kings.’ I too break forth
in jubilee when I hear the students singing
‘Silent Night’ and filling every part of the
chapel with exultant harmony."
"Ah! Little fir tree,” ejaculated the oak,
“modern society does strange things in these
days and has changed many good customs."
DECEMBER 15, 1928
Number 3
THE PASSING OF THE
THIRD FLOOR BACK
Queer things are happening at Spelman—
miracles, I tell you! I went up there last
Thursday to find Billy Barnett, Money and
“Beazy,” and they told me that they didn’t
go to Spelman any longer. What do you
know about that ? Then I inquired about a
few more Spelmanites like Catherine Burris,
“Lagard,” Callier, Edythe Tate, Peck and Berry.
You can’t imagine the answer I received. I was
told that one night a notice was posted in the
post office concerning a play that the Campus
Mirror was going to produce. Since that mem
orable day those last five I mentioned have
changed into altogether new women. Strange,
isn’t it? Stranger is the fact that they no
longer have in their midst Elsie Edmonson,
Annie Hudson and Phyllis. They, too, have dis
appeared.
Someone suggested that I go over to Rocke
feller and ask the whereabouts of our friends.
And here comes the second miracle. I was
ushered up to what used to be Howe Memorial.
Instead, I found myself standing at the en
trance of a common London boarding house.
The landlady invited me in to have a cup of tea
with her lodgers. I appreciated the invita
tion, although I was asked to pay for my tea
and cakes. All the lodgers were so unique!
There were typical examples of a Satyr, Cow
ard, Bully, Shrew, Hussy, Rogue, Cad, Cat,
Snob, Slut, and even a Cheat, for Mrs. Sharpe—
the Landlady—was certainly that.
This is the interesting thing: There had been
just one room vacant—up on the third floor,
to the back of the house. A stranger, to all
the lodgers, came to rent it, so I’m told. As
Miss Kite said, “I can’t make out whether
he’s a young man trying to look old, or an
old man trying to look young.” In the stranger
was reflected the better selves of the lodging
house inmates. By means of his very presence,
in his passing from the third floor to the first
and back, he worked an indescribable change in
all these people.
Well, I couldn’t stay any longer, but Mrs.
Sharpe invited me back to her lodging house
in Rockefeller to an at-home she is having the
night of January 11th, 1929. You know, if that
stranger stays there till then, I wager that in
stead of the types I mentioned, you will find
these: An old Bachelor, two Lovers, a Husband
and Wife, a Jew, an Entertaining Party, a
Maiden Lady, a Rich Aunt, an Important Per
son, the Lady of the House, and a Friend.
Say, kids, come along and have tea with me
over at Mrs. Sharpe’s on January 11th, and meet
the folks. It will only cost you a quarter.
Watch bulletins for further notice!
“Probably so, but in spite of this, neighbor
ing oak, Christmas still remains a season of
delight, of joy and gladness, and I shall always
do my best.”
WHAT SHALL I BRING?
The above is a picture of Santa Claus when
he visited Spelman campus last year. Below is
a copy of one of the many letters which the
children of Leonard Street Orphanage are send
ing to Santa Claus. We also quote from
others.
LETTER TO SANTA
365 Leonard Street,
Atlanta, Ga., Nov. 30, 1928.
Dear Santa Claus:
I surely did enjoy your coming to see me
last Christmas. Are you coming to see me
this Christmas?
For this Christmas I want a big doll, a box
of tea sets and I want them to be of glass,
because then we can make a pretty house. I
w r ant a doll bed, a dresser, a trunk, and some
doll furniture, a pencil box, a box of candy and
some fruit.
You should see the children sitting around
writing letters to you.
Yours truly,
JUANITA HUDSON.
Others, besides requests for gifts, tell their
dear Santa about their new school, their beauti
ful new' flag, their happy Thanksgiving day, ex
press their gratitude for home and care and
hope that no children anywhere will find empty
stockings on Christmas morning.
DEATH OF DR. A. D. JONES
Both Morehouse and Spelman Colleges were
deeply saddened by the death of Dr. A. I).
Jones, a valued member of the Spclman-More-
house Hospital staff.
Dr. Jones was a graduate of Morehouse Col
lege. studied medicine at Howard University and
since his graduation from Howard has been a
practicing physician in Atlanta. For many
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