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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
5
HIGH SCHOOL PAGE
THINK FOR YOURSELF
LAND
By Sarah Hunter
Marianna sat reading a book. There were
no pictures in the book and her eyelids be
gan to droop heavily.
Suddenly she heard a very sweet voice
saying, “Why do you read books? We don’t
read them. Come with me to ‘Think for
Yourself Land.’”
Marianna sat up and rubbed her eyes,
hardly able to breathe because of her sheer
delight.
Slowly she followed the bright gauzy
winged creature into a seemingly new world.
There were more of these creatures every
where.
“This,” said the sophisticated little crea
ture as she pointed to a hole in the ground,
“is the way to ‘Thought Alley.’ ”
Marianna curiously peered in, to behold
a large group of men-like creatures with
their chins in their hands.
“They never read books,” she was told.
"They think their own thoughts.”
“Then,” said Marianna, almost trembling
with fear, “you are fairies.”
“That we are,” said she. “I am the Queen
of them all. Look over my little kingdom,
see them darting here and there, see how
happy they are. They manufacture their own
thoughts, but never read books. We even
think of the things in books before they
are put there. Think how many thoughtless
people think they have a new thought when
they read something in a book that has al
ready been thought of before.”
“Now” But there came a loud shriek.
Someone was yelling. “Those are foolish
thoughts being taught better,” said the Fairy
Queen. But the noise grew louder. Mari
anna stopped her ears. They were coming
nearer and nearer—she was going around in
a circle.
Then suddenly she heard a call and felt
a shake on her shoulder. It was her mother.
Marianna awoke and found herself under
the same tree where she had fallen asleep.
There mother stood and said very sternly,
“Marianna, get up and read your book.”
But Marianna replied, “Oh, mother, I have
been to a place called ‘Think for Yourself
I^and,’ where people never read, but have
thoughts of their own.”
Packard Hall girls were surprised Christ
mas Fve when Miss Rose and Miss Steele
served ice cream and cake. Miss Rose just
would remember art: the cakes were red
and green, and the ice cream matched them
perfectly. It was art that could be appre
ciated. for art is something that gives enjoy
ment, and did it bring enjoyment? Ask the
girls!
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
AN ALLEGORY
By Lucile Dillon
I was so happy in the warmth of your
love. The fire of your love danced around
me merrily and leaped high and warmed me.
In my joy at the pleasing warmth, I lay
down and was happy. Then the fire of love
became so warm that I began to pull off
some of my garments. First I pulled off
the white outer garment of Formality. Then
the flames leaped ever higher, and I pulled
from me the flowing garment of Sophisti
cation. Then the flames became softer and
more warm, and I pulled from my body one
by one the gowns of Unkindness, Doubt of
Love. Then when I was ever coming nearer
to my Real Self—then
I saw the flame of your love for me die
down. It became nothing but a bed of
ashes, with a few glowing coals. I looked
around, and was surprised to find the flame
that had been mine dancing recklessly
around another.
I suddenly felt very cold and ashamed.
I reached quickly for a garment, and in my
haste picked up and clothed myself with the
garment of Disbelief in Love—Disbelief in
the Honesty of Love.
On the ashes and dying coals of your for
mer love I piled high the fuel of Kindness,
Understanding—and tried to build another
fire : the strong, enduring, ever-burning fire
of Friendship.
After weeks of hard working with my
flame, when it had finally grown to quite
a little height and was still growing higher
and stronger, I was surprised to find your
flame of love come back—a bit uncertainly
but still hopefully; but I was warm and
safe within the fire of Friendship that had
spread around me by now. The fire of
Friendship kept out the dancing uncertain
fire of Love.
THE MENDER OF BROKEN
THINGS
By Thelma Brock
Such a dignified, perfectly poised person
is the mender of broken things. His kind
and meek face is brightened by thick white
hair.
He picks his way along—his steps short
and timid. His every movement seems pre
meditated. He deals with his small tasks
as if he were molding human life, so careful
are his motions. He seldom talks, yet his
mere silence fascinates you.
Packard Hall has a permanent House
Mother now. Miss Iona Crawford, of At
lanta. arrived January 1 to begin work. The
girls welcome her and promise hearty co
operation.
COMING MUSICAL EVENTS
By Hilda Evans, 9th Grade
Roland Hayes
Roland Hayes, who will appear here in
concert at the Auditorium January 29, was
born in Georgia. He is the foremost singer
of the colored race, and one of the leading
tenors of America. His music comes straight
from his soul. His art is well seen in his
rendition of the spirituals.
He made his first appearance with the
Boston Symphony Orchestra. Since then
he has sung before the crowned heads of
Europe and Asia.
Paderewski
Ignace Jan Paderewski, who appears here
under the auspices of the Southern Musical
Bureau at the Auditorium on January 27 was
born in the province of Podolia, in the
Lkraine, in 1860. When a mere child he
showed remarkable fondness for music. At
eighteen he was a professor in the Warsaw
Conservatory, where he had previously stud
ied. He made his formal debut in 1887 in
Vienna. V hen New Poland was organized,
Paderewski was made premier and foreign
minister, and became one of the leading
statesmen of the reconstruction period of
Poland.
NINTH GRADE ENTER
TAIN THEIR MOTHERS
AT TEA
Edwina Westmoreland
One of the most interesting affairs of the
Christmas season was the tea given Decem
ber 20 by the students of the ninth grade
for their parents, under the direction of the
Spelman High School Home Economics
teacher, Miss Anna Davis.
I he assembly room and the living room
of the Home Economics building were beau
tifully decorated with Health Posters and
Christmas decorations.
The following program was given : A brief
talk, “The Aims of Home Economics Teach
ing, by Miss Davis; a Health Song, by the
ninth grade; demonstration, “How to Pack
a School Lunch Box.” by Edwina Westmore-
Und; “Professor Happy’s Vanity Case,” pre
sented by the ninth grade; a brief talk on
“Home Economics in General,” by Miss
Daisy Kugel, and a Christmas Song by the
audience.
After the program, refreshments were
served in the living room, consisting of drop
cookies with pink and green icings, dainty
Christmas candies, hot tea with small slices
of lemon and orange, and delicately colored
sugars, all of which were made by the mem
bers of the ninth grade.
Teacher—Fritz, your essay on ‘My Moth
er was just the same as your brother’s.
Fritz—Yes, sir, we have the same mother.