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^CAMPUS AACIRROR^ Published During the College Year by the Students of Spelman College, Atlanta. Georgia Volume X January 15, 1934 ' No. 4 Africa Contacts with Spelman Human influence is somewhat like elec trical currents in the extent of its reach, as long as it is kept connected. Long years ago, Miss Clara Howard brought to Spel man a young African girl whom Spelman deeply impressed. She must have impressed Spelman none the less, for those who knew her still speak warmly of her; and students who have only heard of her usually say to every African they meet, “Did you know Flora Malekebu ?” When in 1926 this young girl, by that time grown to womanhood and become a bride on Spelman campus, returned to Afri ca, she put in “an extension cord” and the light flowed to many more boys and girls and men and women with whom Flora worked. Spelman has been faithful on its part of the connection; for every year, ac companied by sincere interest in what she is doing, this community takes great pleas ure in sending her a part of the annual thank offering. Let her give her own graphic account of these active years in which Spelman has been favored to have a part. It comes warm from the tangled jungles and broad open spaces, and holds something of the flavor of the tropics. Providence Industrial Mission, (’hiradzulu-Nyasaland, Africa, November 25, 1933. My dear Friends: Many years have passed since you heard personally from us on this side; we wish to thank you very much for the copies of tlieCampus Mirror, and the Spelman Mes senger. Our minds are carried back by these to old, cheerful and happy school-days, and during these years of long absence, I have been trying to make a little Spelman here in (’hiradzulu-Nyasaland. In 1926, February 3, the day and year in which we arrived here, there was not a house on the Mission for us to live in, only bush for miles and miles, snakes and awful looking reptiles of all sizes and colors, wild animals of all kinds, such as the hyenas, leopards, monkeys, and deer. We were for tunate to find a Christian family who lived a few miles from the Mission premises and who kindly gave us a home while we were trying to prepare a place on the Mission >ite. For several days, weeks, and months, we called together men and women, boys and girls to help us clear away the wild bush for even, before we came here, the same people were afraid to walk through the premises during the day at twelve o'clock high noon, to say nothing about the African black night, which is so hideous and dangerous to pass through. Finally, (('ontinued on Page 3) U nf ini shed Ruby Celeste Flanagan, ’36 0, Master Day! Behold yon setting sun Emblazons all the tinted West with gold In whose rich glow thy finish is foretold, While I am helpless with my tasks undone! These weary hands have labored soon and late; But, Master, thou hast fled on swiftest wing; There was so little time to pray and sing— So much to do—thou wouldst not stop and wait. Here is my flute untouched; but in my heart The melody awaits which I must try: Hold yonder sun within the gold-set sky That I may sing this song before we part. Greetings from fnanda Semi nary in South Africa The letter which follows came to Miss Read from Miss Anne Brookings, a former Spelman teacher who went from Spelman to teach in Inanda Seminary, Phoenix, Natal, South Africa. She also sent a copy of their school mag azine as an exchange for the copies of the Spelman publications which have been go ing to her. It is a partnership publication, the work of young ladies of Inanda Semi nary and the neighboring young mens’ school, Ohlanga. This magazine will be on display for students to see in the Spelman reading room. Dear Friends, The other day we started to make a flower garden, and to make a nice bed, we took some soil from a place where men had thrown <>ld bean stalks, making the ground beneath black and rich, like leaf-mould. We mixed it in well and planted our flowers. Two or three days later, after a good rain, we looked at the garden and saw stout green leaves pushing through the soil. Beans! We pulled them up, but the next day there were more, and the next day more. From three, four and fives inches under the ground they bravely pushed their way up into the light, until we hated to pull them up. It seemed as if a thing which was trying so hard to grow should be allowed to live! But that seems to be the way of Africa. Tilings just persist in growing. Cut down a tree ami a dozen trees spring up from the stump. Cut a fence pole and stick it into the ground and the next time you see it, it will have leave- and blossoms cheerfully growing to hide the scarred stem. And as for the umTombe tree! It can’t be stopped even by putting a house on top of it. The Coming ! ! The Curtis String Quartet Another number of the Student Series, ar- rnaged for 8 o’clock, January 29, will be an attraction for the interval between semes ters. The Curtis String Quartet, despite the youth of its personnel is unusual in the field of chamber music. This quartet has already gained a distinctive position among the foremost ensemble organizations because of the high order of musical talent of iits members together with their thorough mas tery of ensemble playing. The young artists of this organization have each one been honor students at the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia— the Institute from which they take their name. Their talents have also been enriched by the artistic direction of Dr. Louis Bailey, one of the world’s greatest masters of en semble playing. Spelman-Morehouse Christmas Carol Concert Frances Brock, '36 The Annual Christmas Carol Concert, on December 21, in Sister’s Chapel, an event to which one looks forward each year, met all expectations of music lovers. The lighting of the candles, which were arranged in artistic designs about the stage and along the walls was an impressive cere mony suggesting the spirit of Christmas as the two girls passed quietly from candle to candle leaving it aflame. In addition to such universal favorite- as Stille Saelit, Go 'I ell It On The Mountain. and Mary Had De Leetle Baby, new numbers for the concert of 1933 were: The Indian Carol, Stars Lead f’s Ever On, the American after many hard struggles, we managed through God to put up about eight brick (Continued on Page 5) house may crack and split, but the um Tombe tree will come through. So I would like to send you some of the Spirit of Africa for my Christmas Greeting this year. It has been a bad year for many. Malaria, drought, starvation and depression have all done their best to cut down and kill, but still we are growing in Sunda> Schools, in Wayfarers, in Women's Work and at the Seminary- not always in mini hers, perhaps, but in spirit and progrc— and faith. It is the Spirit ot Africa. Tilings just can't be prevented from growing! May Christmas bring you happiness, and your New Year be filled with the Spirit of Africa! Sincerely yours, Anne Brookings.