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March-April, 1947
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The Panther
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Let’s Clean Up
When I was in elementary school
and looking forward to going to col
lege, I always thought that poise,
dignity, and intellect were some of the
most common qualities found on col
lege campuses. What a surprise I
got uponvmy arrival on a college
campus. I met fellows who had no
ambition, no insight, no persepctive,
no sense of duty to themselves or
anyone. They were only here because
it was a fad to go to college or
something of the sort. I met girls
who for the most part were seeking
social prestige or who were going to
college because others were going.
I found general behavior to be
somewhat loud, boisterous, and in
some cases Just crude. This terrible
shock crushed my dreams of a col
lege campus. Is it that we looked at
college students of a few years back
through rose-colored glasses? Or
is it that college students today are
losing that touch, that poise, that
dignity, refinement, and insight.
Whatever it is, it is up to us to
“change the lock” on our personali
ties and characters and formulate a
goal toward diligently strive. We
must control ourselves and conduct
ourselves as the college students we
admired and looked upon a few years
back.
But I found something more to
shatter my dream of college cam
puses. I found Greek letter organi
zations which I always fancied as
brotherhoods and sisterhoods of noble
aims and purposes. From appear
ances and close observations, these
“fraternal” organizations are preju
diced, snooty, and wasteful of time
and abilities. Thos individuals mak
ing up the bodies undoubtedly have
potentialities. But the only better
ment which they accomplished is the
“betterment” of clannishness. They
function dirty politics and foster
group hatred within the organiza
tions. If youth hold the promise of
a better worl das we so often say,
youth must purge themselves of ha
tred, dirty politics, clannishness, and
hypocrisy, or fail dismally in meeting
the responsibilities that await them.
For we are tomorrow what we are
today.
Let’s get together, Pan Hellenics,
and do something about it. Let’s
clean up!
EDWARD A. KENNEDY.
Wit and Humor
Hodges: Dad, you are a lucky man!
Mr. Hodges: How is that?
Hodges: You won’t have to buy me
any school books this year. I’m tak
ing all of last year’s work over again.
Teacher: An anonymous person is
one who does not wish to be known.
(A few minutes later.) 'Who’s
that laughing in the rear of the
room?
Voice: An anonymous person.
Kendall: What would you do if you
were in my shoes?
Blye: I’d polish them.
Teacher: Correct this sentence,
Billy—girls is naturally more beauti
ful than boys.
Billy: Girls is artificially more
beautiful than boys.
WITH JUSTICE TO ALL
(Continued from Page Three)
Is Harold G., K. Jones’ play son?
I guess that’s a new name for it,
huh?
Be good, y’all, and bye now.
Peepingly yours,
PEEPIN’ TOM.
P. S.—Who is president of the C.
B. Club — James Reese, Alonzo Hill,
Eugene Wimby, Robert Cureton, For-
set Carson, German Mabry, Jeffery
Jennings, Sam H. Jones, David Kil
gore, Borah Walton, Hilliard Baskin,
James Templeton, Harold Grissom,
Stanley Patterson, Thomas Pendle
ton, Paul Sweeney, or Frederic
Hatchett.
A Letter to the
Panther Five
Dear Panthers:
It is an honor and a privilege to
congratulate you on playing such ex
cellent basketball this season.
When you played your first game
against the Twenty-fifth Infantry you
really did frighten the Atlanta fans;
however, the Clarkites knew that you
were only getting warmed up. Oh,
but didn’t you fool them when you
came back fighting in your next
game and won from Tuskegee. Ray
mond Williams, you were great that
night, as well as Grey, Morris, Barnes
and Dearo. Morris, you really did
make some nice shots. I have never
seen any team play any harder than
you did that night.
With the loss of Reginald Haynes
and Talmadge Owens, sports fans
thought that the Clark basketball
team would be off this year, but boys
you proved differently. With the
added attraction of Sweeney, Dearo,
Boone and Fletcher the basketball
team made a good showing this sea
son. After toppling over ’Skegee you
really did show the public that you
meant business when you cooled down
the Morris Brown Wolverines.
I couldn’t forget to mention the
two games you won from the More
house Maroon Tigers. With only 75
Clarkites allowed to attend the game
in the “Gym” because of the seating
capacity I thought you fellows would
get nervous because the student body
wouldn’t be there to cheer, but again
you fooled us all and won from the
“House” by a big score. The Tigers
were really upset after that first
game. They prepared to get revenge,
and with the beginning of the second
semester the Tigers welcomed several
new players: Oliver Brooks, Swain,
Davis, Smokey, and others. When
the night came for the big game the
Tigers fought confident of victory. At
6 o’clock Clarkites and sports fans
were racing to the Sunset Park to
get front row seats. The game
started on the dot with Captain
“IVeet” Williams jumping center.
You kept the Tigers hot all though
Why I Flunked
Dear Mom:
I suppose that by now you have
gotten my final grades, since exami
nations have beenover about a month.
I don’t know whether you were
pleased with them or not. On the
second thought I know that you were
not pleased, but I thought maybe you
would accept them. This letter, how
ever, is to explain to you why I
flunked.
I know that I promised you that I
would study hard my first year so
that I could get a good foundation
for the rest of my college career.
One of the reasons that I flunked,
Mom, was that these teachers want
you to do too much reading other
than the textbook. I don’t see any
need of buying a textbook if all you
are going to do is look at it once in
awhile and the rest of the time go to
the library.
The library closes at 5 o’clock and
opens at 7. I can’t go to the library
between 3:30 and 5:00 because I have
to talk to Angel (that’s my girl
friend) and after dinner I could study
out of my textbook, but the text
book doesn’t furnish enough material,
so I go down to the “Rec” hall and
talk to Angel Some more.
When time comes for the library
to reopen I usually go tto the show
’cause Angel is a freshman too and
she can’t go to the library and I
couldn’t see her so I don’t go to the
library.
the game and Clarkites never doubted
you for a minute. Again you saw a
great victory. The Tigers played
well but again they went home sick.
Other games you played well were
Xavier, South Carolina State, and
Florida. Even though you were de
feated by Florida you fought hard
and you were great losers. You were
good sports. Slim, you played well
that night.
Congratulations, team. • Clarkites 1
are .proud of you. We know you-are
truly “Second to None.”
Sincerely,
MAURICE M. DOWNS ’47.
An Observation
By
JOSEPH BROWN
Since I have always been interested
in personal experiences and acquaint
ances, I have gathered several inter
esting stories, one of which I would
like to pass on to you with some
The other day we had a quiz in
Social Science. I made such a low
grade that I decided that I would
resolve right then to study more. But
we had a basketball game that night
and the next, I just had to make both
of them so I didn’t get to study.
I could study on Saturday but I
usually stay in bed till late and after
I get up and have dinner, the boys
want to go over and play some bas
ketball. I usually go because after
I go to school all week I feel that I
need some relaxation. Don’t I, Mom ?
They have movies on the campus on
Saturday night.
Sunday is not a good day for study
around here. After I go to church,
dinner and vesper, all in the span of
a few short hours, I don’t feel like
studying. Then in the evening on
Sunday, I go down tothe “Rec” to
talk to Angel; then I go back to the
room and go to bed, for I have a hard
week ahead of me.
Now, Mom, with all these basket
ball games, social functions and
movies going on, you can understand
how the grades I got came about,
and' why I flunked. Not to mention
all the outside readings, book reports,
and term papers I have to write and
do. These teachers are just too hard.
I don’t see how they expect anybody
to pass when all these things are
going on and when all the teachers
are so hard.
Well, Mom, now that I have ex
plained why I didn’t present any bet
ter grades than I did, I feel a lot
better. Please try to explain to Pop,
will you?
Well, the bell just sounded and I
suppose I’d better bring this letter to
a close. This class is so dull that I
have to find some way to occupy my
self while I’m here.
Well, so long and good luck.
Your loving son.
DANNY.
personal reflections.
“I was a kid in a rural boarding
school. The younger boys stayed in
the dormitory and the older boys
lived in cottages on the outskirts of
the campus. All lights were out in
the dormitory at 9 o’clock. The older
boys used kerosene lamps in their
cottages and they could burn them as
long as they liked. I had a weakness
for playing cards, and each night
after the lights were out I would slip
to the older boys’ cottages to play
whist.
One night while I was playing, a
certain fear grabbed me. Why, I
don’t know, but this feeling held me
for the rest of the game. After I
had left to go to the dormitory and
walked about forty yards from the
door, a black monster rose in front
of me. I called, who is it? This si
lent image stopped in its tracks as
I stopped 1 and said nothing. I made
a step forward and this thing made
a silent step toward me. I tried to
yell to the boys in the cottage, and
this frozen statue of me attracted
his attention. He called, but I could
not answer, for this dark thing just
hovered over me seeming as though
it would grab me any moment.
He and some of the boys rushed
and grabbed me and carried me back
to the cottage. I told them what had
happened, and I refused to leave the
cottage that night, but what I didn’t
tell them when they came for me,
and that was that I discovered that
this black monster was my ‘shadow’
cast in front of me because of the
light from the kerosene lamp through
the window.”
I like to think of this little story
as an allegorical representation of
many of my own experiences and
yours as well. We are often con
fronted with shadows of fear and
we fail to take a step forward and
see the light in our studying and in
our lives. If we do not succeed be
cause of these shadows, we fail not
only ourselves but our families, our
school, and our race. Let us, there
fore, brace ourselves and put one
foot forward after another, armed
with the sword of learning and the
half of “Almighty God.” These we
can walk into the monstrus shadows
of the world with determination and
power and can fight until we, as well
as our brothers, triumph over evil.