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CAMPUS MIRROR 5 Dr. Robert Nathaniel Dett For many of us, Dr. R. Nathaniel Dett’s visit to our campus during last college year is a vivid memory. Therefore, the news of his death on October 2, was most affecting to us as well as to thousands of music lovers. He was a nationally and internationally known composer and conductor whose death has robbed the world of further productions of his matured art. Robert Nathaniel Dett was born October 11, 1882, in Ontario, Canada, and died sud denly October 2, 1943, in Grand Rapids, Michigan, after being stricken on an assign ment with the USO in Battle Creek. At the age of 15, Dr. Dett started his seri ous musical career at the Oberlin Conserva tory of Music, after having studied in Ni- agra Falls, Ontario, and Lockport. It was the beginning of an eminently successful life of varied experiences in his field. One of the most interesting of these was during his period of service at Hampton Institute, when he directed the famous Hampton Choir in a number of engagements in European countries. His musical compositions include numer ous numbers for orchestra, chorus and piano, some of them arrangements of Negro spirit uals. He was also the author of essays and books, and was widely known as a lecturer and contributor to educational publications. His address in Sisters Chapel last year ad mirably displayed his ability as an interest ing speaker. “Now Rest Beneath Night's Shadows,” written especially for the choir of Bennett College , where he taught for five years, and dedicated to the Bennett girls, is a favorite of the Spelman College Glee Club. “Listen to the Lambs” is sung often by the Atlanta- Morehouse Spelman Chorus. On the Sunday following the receipt of the news of his death, the chorus sang his “Eli Never Turn Back” in his memory. At the completion of his assignment in Battle Creek, Dr. Dett had expected to go to the Pacific Coast. Swinging Along At Spelman Edwardi ne Taylor, '46 We're back at it again; yes, we’re back from the country, back from the beach and the mountains, back from the camps, the stores and the war-plants, too. Spelman Col lege is once again a “full house.” It seems strange, getting up at six o’clock these days, but after a few days of school work (and homework!) we realize it’s time now really to settle down and prepare our selves for the jobs which await the young women of tomorrow. As college young women, we realize we are living in a world of chaos and confusion; that our brothers, fathers and friends have given up the pleasures of life to help make The Barracks Geraldine Phillips, ’47 This year there are 201 freshmen enrolled at Spelman College, the largest freshman class in its history. Because of this large number of students, arrangements for more sleeping room than Morgan Hall afforded had to be made immediately. Laura Spelman Hall w r as the only build ing with available space that could be trans formed into sleeping quarters. One room on the second floor and the entire third floor were, therefore, cleared and made ready for furniture to be brought in. Double decked beds were carried to the third floor and placed in two of the rooms. A sitting room, study, and a room for the housemother were furnished. The room on the second floor was fitted for a reception room. When we moved into Laura Spelman, the first thing we thought of was the WACS. There were fifteen double deckers in one room, and nine in the other. The beds were arranged in typical army style so that it took only a second to decide that we would call our home “The Barracks.” The first night in “The Barracks,” we stayed awake until after midnight discussing our strange quarters. We were disappointed because we had twenty-nine roommates in stead of two. One girl asked, “How am I going to tell anybody who my roommates are, when there are twenty-nine people in the room with me?” Another girl suggested, “Don’t tell who your roommates are, just give the name of your bunkmate.” That brought a laugh, and it was in this amused atmosphere that we finally fell asleep. The following morning we jumped out of bed telling our dreams. This was when we discovered our advantage over girls in other halls. We could awaken in the morning and say hello to twenty-nine people without leaving our room, and listen to a variety of dreams before going to class. That night we discovered that we could have a party right in our room. Each person would contribute some food, and we could gather around in a circle to eat. We could tell jokes and laugh together as one big family. Debating, discussing pictures, books and magazines could add greatly to our knowledge. A per son could present a performance and have a large audience. These discoveries diverted our spirits and we began to like our home, and each day we like it more and more. Now that we have grown fond of “The Barracks," we can see the great beauty in it, and we who live there desire to live in no other place. It is our home and we adore it. this country a free one in which to live. Our job is to prepare ourselves so that we shall be able to carry on where they have left off. We have chosen as our motto: “Prepare today for tomorrow," and we are living up to it. Till next month, then — Bye. Platter Chatter Greetings and salutations to you new ’uns and ole ’uns! We’re off to a brand new start!! You know, it really doesn't seem as if this is the third or fourth beginning of a new school year on the deah Spelman ter ritory — but as impossible as it seems it truly is. And you freshmen — I know you can hardly believe that all those childhood dreams of college life are about to unfold in your very laps. But, that’s true, too The days that lie ahead of you are to be the most enjoyed days of your life — so get the lap prepared with abundant space because there is much to hold. I firmly believe that some Spelmanite should get busy and compile all of these various summer stories into a book and en title it “Spelman Summer Sagas." I have never heard such a conglomeration of tales in all of my days. Doris Daniels came back with an exciting story concerning a “hold on for dear life” ride in a jeep. Edith Johnson tells a breath-taking tale of her almost fatal accident while on the job. There are many more that have been told after hours. My, My! are we proud of ourselves, all of us little working girls. Gussie Turner returned bubbling over with enthusiasm in stigated by the 0. D. B. in Newark. She even brought back a souvenir in the form of a desk card entitled “Miss Turner”—tut tut. Now calm yourselves — here comes something really colossal. “Becky” Guyton obtained a job at the beginning and really kept it up for the duration of the summer. And — now here it really is — Vivian White was stock-room girl in one of Oklahoma's swankiest of swanks. She tells tales of brush ing shoulders with quite a few of Okla homa's elite. What are these times doing for people???. It is needless to make fur ther mention of our working girls. You know if Vivian White obtained work, you may draw the conclusion, through the induc tive syllogism, that everyone else did, and feel that you have been fairly accurate. There aren't so many changes in our sec ondary domicile this year. Nothing much but — an over-flow of one hundred and fifty (approx) freshmen — and a new dormitory— shall we say improvised? A few "little men who aren't there” (referring to our ex-fac ulty members) and ice cream sundaes in the Snack Shop — other than these little things, everything is the same. Oh! Spelman, be loved Spelman! Good-bye, now, until the next time. 1st Person: You know, I came from a great family. W by, Queen \ ictoria touched my grandfather over the head and made him a knight. 2nd Person: Why, that’s nothing. An Indian touched my grandfather with a tom- myhawk and made him an angel.