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20 CAMP US M I KRO R Senior Day Since Thursday, May 11. was Senior Day at Spelman College, the Class of 1944 conducted the morning chapel serv ice and the prayer meeting. The pro gram in Sisters Chapel brought brief and inspiring messages to the student body by representatives of Morris Brown, Clark. Morehouse, and Spelman Colleges. Mable Emanuel presided and Julia Brown was organist for that day. Rev. Ulysses Campbell, of Morris Brown, took us on a journey through the “Garden of Life.” Margaret Aiken, of Clark, spoke on the subject. “They Fail Who Have Not Striven." From Morehouse College came the president of the Senior Class, Butler Henderson, who commented briefly on “Three Crises of Youth.” Carolyn Tay lor. president of the Senior Class of Spelman College, spoke on “Youth at the Gate.” Class Soil" Words: Gwendolyn Harrison, ’44 Music: Lavada Stokes, ’44 Spelman, our dear Alma Mater, Thy flaming torch we'll e’er display. Our love for you will never falter, Your trust in us we’ll ne’er betray. Inspired by thy message of truth Ever grateful we shall be, May your lights guide the steps of youth; May your message make men free. As we each find a different place You will remain our guiding star Our heritage of courage and faith Will sustain us where’er we are. A Day With Morehouse South Marie Louise Lauray, ’44 There are certain patterns of behavior characteristic of each of us as we go about our busy day. Just for the sake of amusement, let us point out some of the Morehouse South seniors and their do ings in the course of a typical day. At 6:45 those who are not already awake are awakened by Annie Nelson and Willie Sherwood calling “Claud” (Claudia Davis) to come down and go to breakfast. After breakfast, around 7:30. we are entertained by Gwendolyn Harrison as she does her duty work and broadcasts children’s stories and songs as “Auntie Remus.” As a time saver, Hazel Cochran throws a dust pan from the third floor to the second and then begins to sweep the steps. About 7:50 Lelabelle Free man and Nina Charlton are just getting up and hastily dressing for chapel. They arrive just in time for the first hymn, during which Del A. Eagan sings, first soprano, then alto, then soprano again. Thelma Jones joins in the responsive reading with much enthusiasm and ex pression. With the second hymn Mary Martin rushes in and climbs over every one to get to her seat. When chapel is over. Gwendolyn Dow dell comes home and looks through old magazines for pictures to tack up on the wall. Inez Collier may be seen coming out of her room asking if the first hour classes have changed. (Continued on Page 27) Med the Seniors in Morehouse North Morehouse North is simply bubbling over with marvelous, wonderful, striking personalities! So that it’s difficult to find a starting point for bringing it to your awareness. The girls have taken pride in naming their respective floors from bottom to top “The Boulevard,” “The Avenue,” and. finally. “The Block.” Let’s look in on the Boulevard, represented by quiet, generous, and efficient George Ann Ulen. Sharing her always neat and clean chamber is Rudean Hackett. whose personality and dependability shine forth to everyone who comes into contact with her. These two lassies make up the senior occupants on the Boulevard, so we move on to the Avenue where cheerful ness, graciousness, and high spirits greet you with a hearty welcome. The first person you’ll see will be Marion Edwards striding down the hall attired in a fa mous, well-known Bette Davis costume. (You remember “Old Acquaintance.”) She’ll probably have her tooth-brush in her mouth and a towel on her shoulder, but you'll know her. Suddenly a loud noise coming from the last room to your left calls attention to Barbara Mosley, who is singing I Love Life, straining every nerve. You don’t wonder why if you have seen her on Sunday afternoons after vespers. You may also hear another weird sound from the same room; that’ll be Bobbie Latimer singing /’// Be So Glad, and she’s as studious as she is musical, too, (believe it or not). (Continued on Page 27) Class of 1947