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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
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Signs of the Season
Bv Lucile Dillon
Winter’s turn has come. The sky tells
you—with tears. The trees whisper it as they
sway toward each other.
The wind has taken the beautiful multi
colored leaves from the trees in showers—
showers of beauty. Men have raked them
into piles and carried them away. The trees
look dead and bare.
Some trees do not give up so easily. There
are the always green fir trees and the mag
nolias, and the beautiful large Cedar of Leb
anon in front of Sisters Chapel. The hedges
that surround the campus are as green as if
it were Spring.
The locust tree near Upton Home has near
ly covered the ground underneath with its
long brown fruit. It is a favorite with chil
dren.
On various parts of the campus may be
seen the results of the pruners’ clippers.
Tulip trees in front of MacVicar Hospital
and Morgan Hall are without heads. Vines
and stalks seem to be dead.
The Boston Ivy that climbs on nearly all
the dormitories is only a brown lifeless patch-
work.
One product of the season is especially de
lightful—the pecan crop. Because campus
pecans are forbidden fruit, they are desired
above all things.
On all the trees and vines, almost invisible,
are tiny buds all ready for the warmth of
the Spring sun. They are wrapped closely
and are covered with a protecting shell to
keep out the rain, wind and cold. These
buds, fixed so wonderfully by nature, are
made so that not even the daintiest fingers
of man can copy them. Everything, even the
grass, which somehow seems not so green, is
waiting for the welcome warmth of Spring.
Practice Teachers Join Giles
Family
In order that her graduates may be well
fitted for teaching in secondary schools,
Spelman is following the plan of having the
members of the Senior College class do prac
tice teaching in the High School department.
The project is being carefully conducted. In
addition to having special training under a
subject-matter teacher in her major field,
the practice teacher works under direct su
pervision of the regular High School instruc
tor.
College Seniors taking advtange of the plan
this semester are: Misses Estelle Bailey,
Beatrice Tucker, Willie Barnett, Thelma
Brown, Barbara Smith, Myrtle Clark and
Zimmie Jackson in English; Miss Aquilla
Jones in French; Miss Ann Nabrit in World
History; Misses Thelma Bolling and Alice
Webster in Home Economics.
Giles welcomes these new teachers, and
hopes that the experience will be mutually ;
helpful to High School and College students.
Meditation For Christmas
By Ida Miller
In the joyous time of Christmas it is hard
to reconcile the smiling, dimpled Christ child,
whom we all worship, with the gaunt, piti
able figure which hung nailed to the cross,
wearing a crown of thorns. Some how, this
season seems as incompatible with that figure
of patient suffering as it seems accordant
with the sweet babe lying on Mary’s breast.
But let us remember that we are celebrat
ing the anniversary of both the laughing
babe and the suffering Christ; that then, as
now, there was no great joy without great
suffering, and that they are inseparably
bound in the beautiful tradition of Christmas.
Such a realization should not dim our joy,
but should cause it to shine more brightly
with gratitude.
Wings
From November nineteenth to November
twenty-ninth, the High School girls partici
pated in that most exciting of events—an
airplane race. Although the course, which
was bounded by two of the columns in the as
sembly room at Giles, seemed small, it was
in reality very great, being the distance from
the United States to Africa. The purpose of
this event was to add a contribution and the
good will of the High School girls to the
usual Christmas gift of fifty dollars which
Spelman sends to each of her five girls who
are missionaries in Africa; and to help with
the hundred dollar pledge which Spelman
made to the Community Chest.
Each class had its airplane to which it
gave a name, a pilot and mechanics. The
twelfth grade’s plane was the “Lindbergh
’29,’’ the eleventh grade’s, the “Spirit of Spel
man,” the tenth grade’s, the “Swift Rival,”
and the ninth grade’s, the “Spelman Zeppe
lin.”
The classes worked faithfully and well for
the success of their planes, and, although no
plane reached its destination, the “Spirit of
Spelman” came nearest to the goal under the
guidance of Pilot Jurelin Bradley and her
mechanics, Edna Douthard and Dorothy Cain.
Thoughts
“I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethru
Gleams that untraveied world whose margin
fades
Forever and forever when I move.”
Tennyson never said a truer thing during
his whole life than is in these few lines.
What more sublime thought could anyone
have than to think of a human as being made
up of everything he meets and every ex
perience he undergoes—as never becoming
whole, nor stopping?
It well behooves us, then, to seek intro
ductions to uplifting things and persons, so
that our contacts will be with worthwhile
personalities.
A Little Lump of Sunshine
By Josephine Harreld
Goopie is dead.
Six weeks ago a “little bit of sunshine” en
tered Spelman gate in the form of a tiny
brown puppy. Some fairy godmother must
certainly watch over Spelman faculty, for
the week before, five of its members had ex
pressed the desire to have a dog. The only
trouble was that no two of them could agree
as to the breed they wanted. Evidently this
fairy godmother is an extremely wise and
conservative old woman, for the answer to
all of their desires was expressed in the lit
tle stranger. He had the back of a police
dog, the feet of an Airedale, the nose of a
Terrier, and the ears of a Spaniel; his tail
was just “dawg.”
He was introduced to good luck when he
walked into physical education and licked one
of the girls on the nose while she was do
ing the “prone fall.” In this way he not
only caused quite a sensation, but also gained
for himself then and there a guardian. (He
was to have many in the course of time).
“My, but you’re a ‘goop”! Miss Dupuy
remarked one day after he had been very
obstinate about taking some medicine; and
so he was named. Miss Glode was in charge
of his food, bed, and—clothing; for one night
he was known to have required two coats
and three sweaters.
It could not be said that Goopie was either
under-exercised or unclean, seeing that Misses
Dupuy and Callahan looked after his daily
calisthenics and bath. Nor could it be said
that his education and religion were neglect
ed; his religious fervor was rather difficult
when he insisted on attending chapel serv
ices. He had three hours of Latin under
Miss Rose and slept as soundly as if he had
had three years of it.
The whole faculty seemed to take great
pleasure in taking charge of his general
amusement, and many of them were helpful
in his care. His life was short, but happy.
There are not many who will soon forget
Goopie.
Campus Pickups
English teacher (who has been teaching
the gender of English words) : One way to
form the feminine gender of nouns is to
add “ess,” For example, “Baron,” Baron
ess.” Ethel, give me the feminine of “Duke.”
Ethel—Dukess.
Some Things to Look
Forward to
December 19—Christmas Carol Concert.
December 25—Christmas.
January 1—Emancipation Day program un
der the auspices of the Debating Club.
January 11—Campus Mirror Play.
January 25—Japanese Entertainment.