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Campus Mirror Published During the College Year by the Students of Spelman College, Atlanta, Georgia VOL. XVII DECEMBER, 1940 No. 3 Let's All Be Santas Do you remember what you did on Christmas morning when you were a little girl? Remember how long Christ mas Eve night was? How afraid you were to get up for fear Santa Claus had not come to your house yet? How, fi nally, you jumped out of bed, hardly more than two hours after your father anrl mother had fallen asleep, and ran to the Christmas tree to see what Santa had brought for you? You probably remember the long list of toys, clothes, candy, and other things that you had left out for Santa to see on Christmas Eve night, hoping that he would forget those naughty little things you did in September, before you remembered that only good litle girls get all they want. Although he did not leave all that you had on your list, you really did not mind much, for the things he did leave were “simply beautiful! Then you ran hack and simply tugged your sleepy father and mother in to see “what Santa Claus left. By night, at least one of your toys had been broken: you were almost sick from the enormous amount of candy devoured during the day; while your mother was quite distressed at the sud den decrease in the candy supply simul taneous with the sudden increase in the amount of food left on your plate after meals. You probably protested vigor ously against going to bed, but once there, your mother’s good-night kiss be came a part of a wonderful dream, so exhausted were you from the excite ment and events of the day. All of us, perhaps, remember a Christ mas like that and can still thrill to the pure joy of it, as memory unrolls to us our faith and trust that were so genuine. As our lives go on we realize how much the joy spots of Christmas and other celebrations make up the pattern woven into the web of our lives with the faith and trust that abides and must abide. And so we early begin to play Santa Claus to other children and to all we love and especially to some about us whose spots of joy are too few in the webs they are weaving. I.o! The Christ E horn indeed. Fourteenth Annual Christ mas Carol Concert On Friday and Saturday evenings. De cember 13 and 14. Sisters Chapel was again decorated with holly, ivy, Christ mas wreaths, pine branches, and lighted candles for the fourteenth annual Christ mas Carol Concert. The organ prelude “The March of the Magi Kings’" was skillfully rendered by Mr. Kemper Harreld. “0 Leave Your Sheep" (13th Century-French), “Shep herds at the Cradle"’ (German), and “Come Ye All With Great Rejoicing” (Slovak) were among the new- numbers this year. The Chorus sang again with more feeling than ever before “Carol of the Birds” (French), “Balkan Candle Carol"', and "Carol of the Russian Chil dren". The 13th century melody, “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming” was sung extraordinarily well. The chapel lights were dimmed for the singing of “Stille Nacht”, after which the Spelman Glee Club, under the direction of Mr. W. L. James, delighted the audience with the singing of “Angels W'e Have Heard", “The Coventry Carol”, and “The Great God of Heaven”. "Ding, Dong! Merrily on High”, a French carol, brought about a light, yet vivacious, touch. This carol is also a new- one. The Morehouse Glee Club was most impressive with the singing of “Sing We Noel!", arranged by Kemper Har reld; “Zion Hears the Watchmen Sing ing"; and ‘.Rise Up Shepherd, and Fol low”. A new Negro jubilee, “'De Keys of Bethlehem”, was much enjoyed. “’Round de Glory Manger”, arranged by W. L. James; and the traditional “Go Tell It On the Mountain” were sung w-ith much feeling and enthusiasm. The success of the Christmas Carol Concert was due to the splendid work of Mr. Kemper Harreld, Mrs. Naomah Maise. and Mr. W. L. James, to the eighty-five members of the Chorus and the Glee Clubs who generously gave of their time for rehearsals, and to tin- teachers and students who decorated the chapel. May the true spirit of Christmas be with you throughout the New Year.