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CLARK PANTHER, MAY 29, 1953, ATLANTA, GEORGIA
Elridge McMillan
Who Is The Good
College Student?
EDITOR’S NOTE—This writing was an original theme writ
ten for one of this writer’s English classes and has been repro
duced for publication herein. The theme was inspired by Words
worth’s “The Happy Warrior.”
Who is the good college student? Who is ne that every student might
wish to be? It is he who spends all of his time studying? I think not!
I believe the good college student is the one who seeks to bring
about those qualities for which a good college stands: acute intelligence,
leadership ability, the ability to follow (for we cannot all be masters,
nor can all masters be truly followed), genuine scholarship, and a
breadth of culture. These are some of the qualities a college should
seek to develop in every student.
The good college student does not come to be the “guest” of the
college. A good college student must “burn much midnight oil, and put
out plenty of sweat and toil.” Since college should be a place where
there is a march of minds, the good college student should strive to make
his mind a “soldier” of such an enormous size, until he will be looked
upon as a literary giant.
Talk About Love!
As the school days dwindle down to a precious few, the thoughts of
many youth turn to vacationing, relaxing and resting. But, just to bo
different (as if some poor sucker hasn’t tried it before) a few think of
(gosh!) love and romance and (ye gads!) marriage.
To this unfortunate few (?) comes first-sand advice from a second
hand typewriter on the dangers of “hooked” life.
Many fellows do not know what they are giving up when they leave
bachelorhood. The only drawback to being a bachelor is that you may
have no home to stay away from.
You also give up your bachelor’s toast: “To Woman! Oh, to have her
in our arms without having her on our hands!”
Don’t you know that, if a man works like a horse for money, there
are lots of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path? ’Tis true, ole
boy, ’tis true.
Well, let’s consider marriage—a thing you have to get into in order
to find out there is nothing in it.
Once married, one is doomed. When women go wrong, men go
right after them. It is in marriage that you find—many a woman is a
vision in th evening and a sight in the morning.
But girls don’t you know that men are most peculiar, A man who
hadn’t kissed his wife in five years shot a man who did!
The good college student is one who is able to stand amongst the
evils of college life, but not be a part of them. In college, he finds, on
a small-scale production, many of the things that will confront him: in
later life—hard times, frustrations, heartaches, and disappointments that
some times seem overwhelming. All of these are a part of that minia
ture world we call college. Hardships are frequently opportunities to
find out what the man is made of. “Tough times should toughen our
minds, not our manners.”
The good college student is he who has a well-rounded personality.
College life whispers of little things: “Bull sessions” with the gang, ex
changing small talk between classes, or shuffling to the “Rec” for a few
minutes of socializing. It speaks louder of more important things such
as the final examinations, the formal dances, the prom and other big
■events. It is like a jig-savv puzzle of many pieces—all fittisg together to
form a complete- picture. The pieces include the holidays when the cam
pus is almost deserted. The parts enclose all emotions and reactions.
Laughter, anxiety, happiness and sadness are included in this puzzle.
It is a rich culmination of elements. The good college student is able
to fit himself into this puzzle to make it complete. All of these things
help bring about the “joy of elevated thoughts” which the good college
studente enjoys and carries over into future life.
This is the good college student—this is he that every good college
student should wish to be.
Jane Froman’s “I Believe” Stirs
The Hearts of Music Lovers
By E. M. PHARR
A little more than two months
ago, a song was released which has
touched the hearts of all Ameri
cans through its stirring flow of
words of faith and its easily-carried
melody. Day in and day out, wher
ever music lovers are found, this
tune is being hummed or sung by
them as they walk through the
maze of the world pitched in dark
ness by war, ignorance, segrega-
tional practices, threats of commu
nism and other evils.
“I Believe” is the most heart
stirring song since “You’11, Never
Walk Alone.” It is composed of
words which will go down in liter
ary history, and is displaying to
us that LITERATURE IS AN EX
PRESSION IN WORDS OF THE
MEANING OF LIFE!
We, as students, have a tendency
to think that the material we read
in our tetbooks is a great deal of
“malarkey” written by some “ig
noramus” who has been instrument
al in writing materials that we
think we are forced to learn. How
ever, we forget that our prime pur
pose for college attendance is to
further our education, yet we are
lazy in pursuing that which we
came here for!
“I Believe”, highly philosophical
in nature, is written and sung by
one Jane Froman who was on
board a plane in the early 1940’s
when it crashed, crippling her for
life. Through the five years she
spent in many hospitals over the
nation, Miss Froman has acceler
ated her belief in life! She has not
allowed her invalidness waver her
faith one inch, ever believing in
the Almighty Power—God—believ
ing that in her hours of darkness,
there is light and a Supreme Being
to “show her the way”—while she
is confined to watch “four walls.”
In poetry, we often find that the
author has written stirring thoughts
which express that which we de
sire to say, but cannot express—
that which may help us to form
our philosophy of life!
It is with great humility that I
here include Jane Froman’s “I Be
lieve” in order that you may be
come familiar with its power of ex
pression and faith and become stir
red with its deep meaning as I and
many others have.
I believe for every drop of rain
that falls a flower grows.
I believe that somewhere in the
darkest night a candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes
astray someone will come to show
the way;
I believe, I believe!
I believe above the storm, the small
est prayer will still be heard.
I believe that someone in the great
somewhere hears every word.
Everytime I hear a new-born babe
cry,
Or touch a leaf, or see the sky;
Then I know why, I believe.
Why suffer humiliation and embarrassment as a wife? A wife will
be happy to know her husband keeps busy as a bee, until she finds he
has been making some honey.
The cooking isn’t at all like mother’s. Speaking of bride’s cook
ing - , only the grave deserve the fare.
Then, hubby eventually goes into the instalment plan—a system
by means of which if the wife wants clothes you can doll’er up on a
dollar down.
Now, I have nothing against marriage and women. The only trouble
with girls who look like a million is that they’re looking for it toou!
Golddiggers are also to be considered. A golddiger is a girl who
breaks dates by going out with them. You’ve heard that old proverb—
‘A fool and his money are some party!”
Just to be careful as the “school closing blues” begin to play. Re-
olied a former student when asked, “How many times did you pro
pose before she accepted you?”
“Once too often!”
She may be a red-hot number but she ain’t nobody’s fuel!
I’ll just remain “cean”, like Confucius says: “Many a man, I find,
wash his face in the morning and neck at night.”
—PRATTOWSKI.
Students Go Overboard For
Intramural Sports Program
By NORRIS MULDROW
Alpha Phi Alpha, Kappa Alpha Psi and Omega Psi Phi Fraternities
joined hands with the athletic committee to help make this a successful
season for intramural sports. The season saw sudents taking active partici
pation in track, valley ball, tennis, ping pong and baskeball.
The track meet was the first Greek sponsored intramural track meet
to be held at Clark College. The very colorful meet saw many students
entering extra-curricular activities for the first time during their stay
a tClark.
The senior class, led by Norris Mul.drow with 16 points, won first
place honors with a total of 56V 2 points. Also sharing senior honors with
Muldrow were Henry Collins, Clarence Lewis, Frank Odom and Solo
mon Sears. The freshman class gained second place honors with 38V2
points, the sophomore class third place with 17 points and the junior
class came through with 116 points for fourth place honors.
Receiving places were the following : (50 yard dash) 1st, N. Muldrow;
2nd, L. Rizor; 3rd, J. Kay; 4th, H. Franklin. Time 0:6.1. (100 yard dash)
1st, L. Bank; 2nd, L. Rizor; 3rd, A. Stephenson; 4th, H. Franklin. Time
0:10.6. (220 yard dash) 1st, L. Banks; 2nd, N. Muldrow; 3rd, A. Stephen
son; 4th, J. Dudley. Time 0:225. (440 yard sun) 1st, H. Collins; 2nd, J.
Kay; 3rd, C. Lee; 4th, W. Rouse. Time 0:58. (880 yard run) 1st, S. Sears;
2nnd, H. Franklin; 3rd, W. Rouse; 4th, R. Anderson. Time 2:33. (Mile
ruin) .st, B, Palmer; 2nd, E. Jtckson; 3rd, C. Ash; 4th, R. Ballard. Time
5:38. (Mile relay, 1st, seniors (Sears, Lee, Knox and Kay); 2nd, juniors,
3rd, freshmen. Time 4:14. (880 relay) 1st, freshman; (Banks, Miller,
Werkerson and Rizor; 2nd, seniors; 3rd, sophomores. Time 1:47. (Shot
put—12 pounds) 1st, G. Davis; 2nd, N. Muldrow; 3rd, D. Hairston; 4th,
E. Prat. Distance 37 ft. 11 in. (Discus) 1st, C. Lewis, 2nd, R. Cody; 3rd, F
Burney; 4th, N. Muldrow. Distance 101 ft. 11 in. (Running broad jump)
1st, H. Franklin; 2nd, N. Muldrow; 3rd, L. Banks; 4th, G. Davis. Dis
tance 17 ft. 3 in. (Javelin) 1st, F. Odom; 2nd, L. McNeil; 3rd, F. Burney.
Distance 124 ft. 7 in.
In ping pong Walter Dudley was the winner and Thomas Lofton the
runner-up. Charles Stinson defeated Newt Solomon for first place hon
ors in the tennis singles and then the two doubled up to win the tennis
doubles from Joe Morgan ahd Solomon Sears.
The Mailbox
Hd. 3525th M-S Group
Williams Air Force Base
Chandler, Arizona
Mr. Ernest Pharr
Editor, Clark College Panther
Clark College
Atlanta. Georgia
Dear Mr. Pharr:
I should like to take this time to
express my thanks and sincere ap
preciation for the several issues o£
the “Clark College Panther” that
I have received. Each issue has
been received with enthusiasm and
read with avidity.
Once one leaves Clark College,
he has by no means severed rela
tions with the institution, because
leaving merely strengthens those
relations. The ties are strong and
the interest intense.
My 1952 Christmas holidays were
spent with former Clarkites, who
are presently making their home
in Los Angeles, Calif. They were
Mr. and Mrs. William Wilkes, and
daughter, Pamela. Mrs. Wilkes is
the former Marion Brown.
I cannot begin to explain the de
light with someone who had also
shared the glories and the primary
mission of this great institution.
Shock is described as a sudden
and violent agitation of the mental
or emotional, sensibilities—this is
what I experienced upon learning
of the untimely death of my class
mate, Bob Phillips. I should like
to congratulate you on the inaugu
ration of the “Bob Phillips Day.”
It is a well deserving tribute.
Again, I should like to thank
you and your staff for your
thoughtfulness in remembering
those who are serving their coun
try—to keep Clark College the
kind of institution you'd be proud
to send your children to.
My personal greetings are extend
ed to my former instructors, Pres
ident Brawley, Dean McPheeters,
Dr. Stella B. Brookes, my former
department head, and dean of men
and the entire student body.
A former Clarkite,
John L. White, Jr.
Class of ’51.
Room 378 Stowe Hall
1919-3rd St., N. W.
Washington, D. C.
To the Panther Staff
Clark College
Dear Fellow Clarkites:
I am not sure as to just whom
I am indebted for my last copy of
the Panther. But I am surely in
debted to all of you for making the
publication of the paper possible.
As usual, it was nice to be able
to catch up on some of the latest
happenings at Clark. Yvonne Abel
was here the day that I received it.
She added some news of her own.
So I am able to maintain that feel
ing of closeness with all of you.
I’m hoping to see some or all of
you during commencement if it is
possible.
Thank you again for remember
ing me.
Sincerely yours,
Harriet R. Junior,
Class of ’52.
THE WORLD IS A BUNDLE OF
HAY
The world is a bundle of hay,
Mankind are the asses who pull;
Each tugs it a different Way,
And the greatest of all is John
Bull.
—Lord Byron.