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DO COWS PRAY AT
CHRISTMAS?
By Cecil Long, ’33
There is a Christmas legend, which tells
how cows pray at midnight before Christ
mas. If you do not believe that cows pray,
hear a story of a real experience concern
ing a cow at midnight on Christmas.
Xot long ago there lived a girl named
Jean who believed in Santa Claus.
It was on the night of Christmas Eve.
Jean had hung up her stockings early in the
day and waited for what seemed to her to
be about sixty hours for night to come. She
was eager to go to bed and to sleep so that
Santa would hurry up and come on. Night
finally dragged around and she went prompt
ly to bed at seven o’clock. Tired from the
excitement of the day and worn by the
strain of waiting for night to come, Jean
slept soundly until about ten minutes to
twelve. Thinking that it was about four
or five in the morning she jumped out of
bed to see what Santa Claus had left her,
but she was surprised to find that it was
only ten minutes to twelve.
As she sat beside the window of her up
stairs room to examine her stocking, hanging
there, she noticed that their cow, Beauty,
was lying as she usually did, in the pasture
beyond the back yard. The moon shone
brightly. The clock struck twelve. Then
Beauty made an attempt to rise to her feet.
But instead of rising she remained in a half-
raised, half reclining position for full five
minutes and then lay down again.
The next morning Jean told her mother
what she had seen. An old lady who lived
next door happened to be present and ex
plained that cows do pray at midnight on
Christmas Eve.
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Russia, a country struggling through the
chaos of a new radical government to attain
its ideals.
On November 20, Miss Cline, Spelman Col
lege librarian, wdio has spent some time in
China, gave first hand information on the
every-day life of the Chinese, which made
her audience better acquainted with the Chi
nese at home.
Miss Elizabeth Perry of the Department
of Education told, on Thursday, of the edu
cation of German children, especially of their
great love of literature and art.
Through these discussions and lectures new
light w r as thrown on many phases of life in
foreign countries, but Friday, November 21,
the close of this interesting series of pro
grams brought the most effective of them all.
In a joint assembly of the Atlanta Univer
sity, Morehouse and Spelman students. Dr.
Andre Siegfried of Alsace, France, gave a
lecture on some of the common character
istics of the French people. He told of the
great love of Frenchmen for their country
and especially of their love for their own
homes around which are entwined all the
traditions of their ancestry. He emphasized
the fact that French people do not move
from one plot of ground to another, but re
main from one generation to another, on the
same soil so that they feel themselves a part
of the soil and the soil a part of them.
There was another feature of this week
which was as effective as the programs, but
different. This was an International Exhibit
h Id in Laura Spelman Rockefeller Memorial
Building; it was a display of the various for
eign-made possessions of Spelman residents.
By seeing the beautiful pottery from India.
A Hike Versus the Game
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After leaving the clover field, the hikers ex
plored the remainder of the campus, which was
literally deserted, for everyone there had gone
to the Howard-Morehouse game, except one
apparently lonely young man sitting on the green
just above the tennis court. The campus itself
is exceedingly beautiful and interesting. The
girls noticed about the grounds several me
morials, including the tomb of one of the former
presidents. Miss McGhee explained to them the
historical significance of this memorial.
As soon as their curiosity had been satisfied
here, the spirit of adventure led them to go
on—they knew not where. Finally, someone sug
gested Washington Park—so to Washington
Park they went. On the way there, they passed
within such close range of the Morehouse ball
park that they could hear the cheering of the
crowd. These yells, though like the call of the
sirens in the tales of Ulysses, had no effect
on the happy girls. They had now found some
thing more thrilling than football games—the
chase of adventure, and they had a wonderful
time in the park, riding the teeter-boards and
merry-go-rounds and swinging in the big swings.
While they w r ere playing in the park, Miss
McGhee and Miss Brannen went into the woods
back of the park to gather foliage and brought
back enough to supply all of the hikers.
They returned home by w ? ay of Booker T.
Washington High School. Judging from the
exclamations of wonder and delight, each girl
found the appearance of the school much to her
liking. What struck all of them most, however,
was the statue of Booker T. Washington lifting
the veil of ignorance. This bronze masterpiece
stands in the center of the walk, just outside the
front entrance. Its underlying meaning is so
obvious and the quotations engraved on its
base so appropriate that all of the group stood
gazing upon it spellbound. They were soon re
called to real life, however, by their chaperone
who reminded them of the time and they re
turned to the campus very happy over their
adventures.
A LITTLE BROWN DOG
By Thelma Brock
A little brown eyed stranger slipped into our
midst; just a forlorn little creature seeking love.
His cool soft nose sought a caressing hand,
while his chubby bobbed tail wagged without
ceasing. No one seemed to notice him. He
knew that every dog has his day, but “why",
he wondered, “should it take mine so long to
come around?”
the excellent grade of handiwork from Africa,
and the unusual types of work from various
other countries, students were given a new
conception of the abilities, the craftsmanship,
and artistic sense of foreign peoples.
I he week closed with everyone having
gained new ideas of the relations which
Americans should bear to foreigners and a
new ser.se of the spirit of international good
will.