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March-April, 1947 T The Panther Page 5 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.