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CAMPUS MIRROR
Where Is There More Fun
Ilian in Morehouse South ?
Waking up on Sunday morning at (i :00
one girl on the second floor delights in
singing her old time hymns as she goes
to and from her room. Her music rises
to the top floor and descends to the low
est room. Every now and then you hear
two heels clapping slowly up the hall.
These are signals to the lazy hones to
get up, and I assure you no one will get
any more rest that morning. Ding-dong,
ding-dong goes the campus hell for
breakfast. Then come frequent hello’s,
hut oftener “Hey,” Hey,” go the shrill
ing voices of the Morehouse South girls
as they rush to their breakfasts. The
lazy hones say, “I hope there will he a
few moments of quietness now!” Rut no,
for hear that early bird who—back from
breakfast— has caught the piano unoc
cupied.
The Wednesday night program runs
through her mind. This program makes
the girls want to repeat their parts, but
no, the time is too short. Or, probably
it will be the quartet, quintet, octet, or
we will allow the group to be called a
“polytet” consisting of Vernice Bynes,
with her well developed soprano voice
leading “He brought joy, joy, joy to my
soul.” Eva Vance, singing with her vivaci
ous spirit, is ready to lead the other sing
ers. The students are Lillie Mae Parson,
from Tyler, Texas; Lena Pinckney from
Savannah, Georgia; Princess Jones, Jas
per, Alabama; Priscilla Williams, and
Emma Hall, Salem, Alabama; Kathryn
Stockton, Washington, D. C.; and in
come the rest of the hall to join the
chorus: Ruth Redmond, Jackson, Mis
sissippi ; Alyce Graves, Tuscumbai, Ala
bama; Ewania Pattillo, Nashville, Ten
nessee; Johnny Pulliam, Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania; Doretha Williams, Mi
ami, Florida. The other girls are per
haps working and do not join the group
until later. Ethel Brown demonstrates
Mr. Harreld’s talent, especially when we
sing “Seek, Seek and Ye Shall Find.”
0, yes, the house mother—Mrs. Red
dick-—has all this time been eating her
breakfast and, of course, when she ar
rives Vernice Chenault is sitting at the
piano jazzing “St Louis? for the substi
tute “0, What A Morning”; then the
piano is campus bound.
Naturally when Sunday comes the
.Morehouse girls must catch up on their
last week beauty naps and write to their
families, telling of the latest fads on the
campus and how they are expecting to
spend the Sunday afternoon.
To the Morehouse South girl, Sunday
is the grandest day of the week. Do you
know it?
“The Rich Girl of Morehouse South.”
A Nightmare
Doretha Williams, '41
“Mama, may 1 go to the Barn Dance?”
I pitifully asked, trying to play up all
my meekness by a long face.
“No,” came the answer so crisp and
curt that one would have thought it the
crack of a whip.
I could picture the wonderful time I’d
miss; the sweet fresh scent of the open
fields given by great bunches of hay
strewn here and there; big yellow pump
kins with cheeks up-turned as if they
still enjoyed life by being attached to
the mother vine; and my friends dressed
in odd costumes of red, green, and black.
With thoughts of what I should miss
harrassing my mind, I peacefully wan
dered into the land of dreams.
Here I was, at a moonlight party on
the beach. The lights were low and of
varied colors, which gave the place a
soft romantic air. Leafy green palms
swayed rhythmically with the soft
breeze; couples sauntered along the water
front and some could be seen far out in
quaint little boats. The yellow half moon
large and low, the big white waves roll
ing lazily on the shore, taking back with
them an unwilling crab or sea urchin;
and the swish, swash sound of the waves
all added to the gaiety of the party.
Then I was in this great body of blue
water, gliding easily through its fathom
less coldness. Suddenly some one struck
me on the head. Frantically I screamed,
“Help! Help!”
“Get up, what is the matter,” I heard
someone saying as if in the distance.
“I’m drowning,” I answered sleepily.
“Get up, dummy,” shouted my sister
disgustedly. “You have left this window
up and it is raining on you. I threw a
damp pillow on you to wake you up.”
Official Notice
(Fiction)
Penelope Bullock, ’41
This notice, “Wanted: a distant rela
tive of Micky Mouse for murder of a
$100 bill. Reward is offered” will prob
ably take its place on the front page
with news about the modern Caesar of
Italy and others, in a day or so. For yes
terday, R. E. Langston, well-known
American playwriter, went exploring in
his trunk of ancient contents, with re
sults that were quite a strain on his
masculine emotional stability. Mr. Lang
ston’s heart-rending discovery was that
his most cherished possession, a prize
of a $100 bill that he had won at the
very beginning of his literary career,
had very recently been fatally attacked.
He decided, after scientific inductions
and deductions, that the criminal was a
rat, and a very untidy rat at that, who
had bored his way through the wooden
trunk. After a prolonged search for said
Julian De Gray
Mr. De Gray, Professor of Music at
Bennington College, was presented in
piano recital in Sisters Chapel on Feb
ruary 25.
The first of the four groups was be
gun with the “Polonaise” Op. 53, by
Chopin. This was a brilliant and vigor
ous interpretation, typifying the lively
yet dignified dance that is the Polonaise.
The “Prelude and Fugue in F Major”
by Bach was the second number in this
group and was followed by two compo
sitions of Brahms, the “Intermezzo” Op.
119, No. 3, and “Rhapsodie” Op. IP),
No. 4.
For his second group, Mr. De Gray
played in a masterful manner, with a
beautiful singing tone exemplified
through all of his interpretations, the
Beethoven “Sonata” Op. 2(i, in four
movements, marked “Andante with valua
tions”; “Scherzo,” “Funeral March on
the Death of a Hero,” and “Allegro.”
The third group consisted of modern
music by two French composers. First
in the group was “Ondine” from “Gas-
pard de la Nuit” by Ravel, in which the
artist related with tone the story of a
water nymph. “The Sunken Cathedral”
by Debussy, was second. So well liked
were these numbers that “An Claire de
Lune” by Debussy was played, and as
the second encore for this group “Le
Gibet” from “Gaspard de la Nuit” by
Ravel.
The concluding group opened with
the “Ballade in F Major” by Chopin, fol
lowed by the fiery brilliant “Hungarian
Rhajusody,” No. 12, by Liszt. In re
sponse to the demand for an encore, Mr.
De Gray played the “Revolutionary
Etude” by Chopin, and for a second en
core, “Capriccioso” by Brahms.
An Evening in Theater Arts
The University Players will present in
Howe Memorial Hall, March 18, at 8:00
o’clock “An Evening of Theater Arts.”
Demonstrations in the use of lights
will include: Functions, Qualities, Con
trol and Equipment. The Verse Speak
ing Choir on this, its first appearance,
will give two numbers.
Three one-act plays, illustrating dif
ferent styles of acting, will be “Le Bour
geois Gentilhomme,” “No ’Count Boy,”
and “Man and the Masses.”
criminal, the author sadly concluded that
“his public enemy No. 1,” after eating
the most expensive dinner he had probab
ly ever had, had left just as quickly and
inconspicuously as he had come, leaving
no helpful clues as to his whereabouts.
Mr. Langston will probably stop at no
ends to bring the unsuspecting criminal
to justice; so keep a keen lookout in
your papers for the notice at the begin
ning of this article, and also, in the
meantime, for wealthy looking rats.