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C A MPUS MIRRO H
WE SHALL HAVE MUSIC
What a bountiful season of music
1947-48 lias been! Concerts on the cam
puses included unusual instrumentalists
as well as varied choral groups and
ensembles. Quite a number of these en
tertainments were sponsored by campus
organizations and featured our own stu
dents. At Spelman the following ap
peared during the year: Frederic Balazs,
violinist; Luigi Silva, cellist from the
faculty of the Eastman School of Music;
Florence Brinkman Boynton, pianist, of
the Spelman College music department;
the Lyon Trio—Ruby Spencer Lyon, so
prano, William Henigbaum, violinist,
Merrill Jackson, pianist; Penelope John
son, violinist, Buell 1 homas, tenor,
Vivian Weaver, harpist in joint recital;
Two Student Recitals sponsored by the
Spelman Students Association; Rebecca
Jackson, pianist, in senior recital pre
sented by the Spelman Y.W.C.A.; Spel
man College Glee Club in annual concert,
Willis Laurence James, director; Iwen-
ty-first Annual Christmas Carol Concert
and the Annual Spring Concert, Kemper
Harreld, director. At Morehouse: Sara
Owsley Stivers, pianist, Spelman College
faculty; Hazel Harrison, pianist, bead
of the piano department of Howard
University; Alabama State 1 eachers
College Choir, Frederick Hall, director.
Other highlights of the season were
nationwide broadcasts over radio station
WGST by the Atlanta-Spelman-More-
house Chorus and the Founders Day
broadcast by the Spelman College Glee
Club.
There were also attractions in the city
that we attended: Mattiwilda Dobbs,
soprano and 1947 winner of a Marian
Anderson Award, was presented in re
cital at Friendship Baptist Church; Clar
ence Render, violinist, presented by the
Young People’s Choir of Friendship
Church. Some of us were fortunate in
hearing the All Star Concert Series at
the City Auditorium: Puccini’s “Madame
Butterfly”, Nathan Milstein, eminent
violinist; Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo;
John Charles Thomas, popular star of
radio and stage; Vladimir Horowitz,
piano virtuoso; Minneapolis Symphony
Orchestra, Dimitri Mitropoulos, conduc
tor; Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra,
Eugene Ormandy, conductor.
The Morehouse College Glee Club
bad quite an exciting season of concert
touring. In the early fall, a group of
thirty-seven including the glee club, quar
tet, a violinist and a baritone soloist
gave full concerts at Vashon High School,
St. Louis, Missouri, and at Bennett Col
lege, Greensboro, South Carolina. Janu
ary brought a trip north to Dayton, De
troit. Cleveland, \\ ilberforce State Col
lege, and Cincinnati. The group sang
and played to packed auditoriums in
spite of the worst winter weather which
greeted them in each city.
This was quite a season, with formal
concerts, lecture-recitals, appearances in
chapel services, and informal talks in
the Blue Room and Music Studios. We
shall never forget this year. Some of us
will not be hearing the Christmas Carol
Concert next year, nor shall we be around
to attend the student recitals in Howe
Hall. Nevertheless, in spirit and well-
wishing we shall be ever-present.
Let we forget:
“We shall have music wherever we go."
SPLATTER CHATTER
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aren't so many of us now . . . getting
to know each other better . . . nine
months . . . are you overworked? over
tired? . . . over-joyed? . . . then try our
sure-cure . . . the Junior Carnival . . .
guaranteed to cure all of your ills . . .
more snaps . . . with often recurring boy
friends . . . could it be; . . . are we
really? . . . no, not settling down at last!
... as always three seasons . . . Pre-
Christmas . . . Pre-Founders Day . . .
Pre-Graduation . . . but something new
and different: the Prom. Ever see any
fire-proof paper? . . . neither did we but
we’d never have wanted it otherwise . . .
And so, the Year Three . . . closed with
a fanfare of signing Yearbooks and ush
ering on Baccalaureate . . . and, yes,
we’re ... we ARE the new Seniors . . .
thanks for the bench, kiddo.
The Year Four ... or transition . . .
old to new look . . . caterpillars to beauti
ful butterflies . . . seniors to ??? “AH
human power is a compound of time and
patience”. . . are you still here? Each
picture is clear, outstanding ... a clear-
cut memory . . . yes, we discovered the
Blue Room . . . and each other . . .
superlatives . . . Katie plays basketball
and excels in art . . . Pauline is a
natural at the organ . . . for sense . . .
in its commonest form . . . see Gertie . . .
but most of all, we discovered ourselves:
marked “Confidential: Myself and Me’
. . . how shocking! ... I did not know!
. . . had I known! . . . ah, well . . . “Is
it too late?” . . . oh, how we wish we
could tell the others now . . . before it
is too late . . . but now it is June . . .
the before and after . . . Quote: I cer
tainly could appreciate Spelman next
year . . . where are you going? whatcha
gonna do? . . . $64.00 questions . . .
got an answer?
And the others . . . the Wilmotines . . .
the Louises . . . the Frankys . . . how
about them? Year One, Two, Three and
Four . . . one happy family . . . Spelman
. . . don’t ever close the door!
—AND NOW WE LIVE
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friends with new housemothers, Dr.
Thompson, Mrs. Hamilton, and Miss
Ruttkay. Then was the moment we slowed
as a runner does to inhale a deep breath
of air before the last lap of the race.
Along the way a few more of our class
mates were left and the number reached
68—fewer threads but woven more close
ly together. Yea, more closely, though
our paths strayed in different directions,
only beginning but ever to lead further
and further away. As various as the
artist’s temperament, so varied our indi
vidual interests—Music and the Fine
Arts, English, History, the Sciences,
Home Economics, Psychology. We moved
in these diverse directions leading to
common goals.
The climax of the year was the Junior-
Senior Promenade. Though one is in
clined to think of gaiety and festivity
when that event is under discussion, 'tis
better we remember it as a high point
in bringing out our best in efficiency,
artistry, reliability, skill in planning and
working with other and different organi
zations, business transactions, and even
parliamentary procedure, during our
college years.
The closing chapters of the album dis
close a year’s life that entails responsi
bilities. Responsibilities of keeping up
the standards of the previous classes, of
leading the student body in its various
activities, of setting examples for our
younger sisters.
The year begins like the grand majes
tic finale of the organist’s prelude—pre
lude to life—the climactic chord—com
mencement. This year our city sisters
have come to dwell with us in the dormi
tories so that we are all bound even inti
mately together, and we share mutually
all the excitement, joy, and happiness of
donning for the first time, for that mem
orable time, our caps and gowns, seeing
on the horizon, a little more clearly now,
the esteemed prize of all college students.
We number only 53 now and we have
run long and hard. Yet we are not
tired, for the knowledge of a job only
half completed spurs us on to greater
responsibilities, greater joys, and greater
happinesses.
We but need to add now the final
events of Senior year—Senior reception,
Alumnae Banquet, the Junior-Senior
Prom, and the ultimate graduation. Thus
will our album be complete—thus begin
the careers of the graduating class of
1948.
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