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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 (Continued on Page 5)