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THE MAROON TIGER
Editorials
THE MONTH
CITY CAMPAIGN
HE CAMPUS CAMPAIGN over with a bang,
the Negroes of Atlanta have with remarkable
immediacy pledged more than $50,000 to the En
dowment fund of Morehouse and the solicitors
are still busy with the hope of increasing the total to
$75,000,—which sum they will probably reach, inas
much as we understand that they have not yet seen half
the number of prospective givers.
Charles VV. Greene heads the campaign, which is car
ried on by fifty canvassers in three teams, led by Dr. C.
D. Hubert, A. Bowie, and J.B. Blayton, whose teams rank
in the order named in amounts reported. The leaders
on individual reports are P. M. Davis, A. C. Curtwright,
C. W. Greene and William Driskell. More punch to the
drive!
The campaign will soon enter upon a national stage.
The alumni and other friends will soon have opportuni
ty to assure the success of the drive.
THE QUESTION MARK
Are we now at the birth of a new era in human affairs
—educationally, socially, religiously?
Many signs seem to indicate it. A question mark
nowadays confronts everything. It confronts the new-
old practices of some very supposedly intelligent edu
cators, who insist upon legislating people’s feelings and
thinking, who demand stilted and staid systematized stu
pidity in students, though they all the while claim their
aim to be quite another.
Nothing now is to be accepted simply because it is
old. It is almost true, if not true, in many cases that
the certainty is that oldness argues uselessness. Every
belief, every institution, every usage, is subject to chal
lenge. It is interesting to observe how many people in
authority try to pooh-pooh everything that is sensible
and thoughtful just because it is new and might throw
the light of reason on their own asinine and senseless
practices.
Forms of organized life are undergoing vast and
fundamental changes: the family, the state, the church,
the school, the entire social order, are under severe
scrutiny.
What is there left that is sure and changeless?
What is sure, is that intelligent youth has tired of
accepting unquestioningly neatly packed bundles of
stulf which their elders have given out with the most
startling generosity.
What is changeless, is that enlightened humanity will
always and forever tire of being cramped and hemmed
in by the jejune methods and barren-headed policies
of backward looking, self-appointed leaders, who think
that just because they are in places of formal authority
they arc delegated with sovereign power to arrange
programmes of conduct and to mark off paths of think
ing for all whom they should touch, and say, with the
air of that exploded myth about divine right of kings.
ibis have I arranged for you, and this have I marked
off for you. that you might be edified. And how edi
fied we are! Perhaps we are. Remember those elderly
gentlemen who told young Robert Louis Stevenson, when
he disagreed with them on certain matters (he dared
think for himself) that he would come to agree with
them when he became older, and to whom that young
man replied, perhaps he would, but that did not ar
gue the correctness of his view. To them it did. To
many of our age-worn leaders in education it does.
These are times of mind-examining. These are times
of heart-searching.
Who is afraid to examine his mind? Let him be
ashamed.
Who is reluctant to search his heart? Let him waste
on the stalk away.
Some one says,—but he is a good man. and she is a
good woman.
Yes, but both are dead from the neck up. And, as
if Goodness were (he chiefest concern!
Educators, preachers, statesmen, your messages are
usually fine; your methods, well . . . Though your
messages, in many instances, will bear careful re-work-
ing, your technique, we think, should be, at least for
the present, your prime concern.
Of course, what we think and say is merely the imma
ture, half-baked mutterings of the average youngster,
and who cares anything about it, anyway? If we have
given our thoughts the appearance of cut-and-dried,
exalted conclusions, we humbly request pardon. For
we pray that, as for matters which so utterly concern us
all. our minds will ever be open and fluid; that we shall
ever abhor intellectual stagnation; that we shall always
quicken intellectual ferment, forever believing that in
tellectual ferment is as least on the way to truth.
What is sure, is that we shall never be cock-sure as
to the certainty of our beliefs.
What is changeless, is that we shall always be chang
ing wi th our newest light.
The question mark confronts everything.
YOUNG EPPS
Our college community has thrice been saddened dur
ing the present school year. First, it was young Sam
uel Grice, then our beloved Dr. A. I). Jones, and now
Young Epps has passed from our midst.
How useless it is to attempt to gild grief with words
or essay beguiling stricken parents from a loss so over
whelming. We sorrow at Young Epps coming to pa
thetic dust in the very dew of youth.
Perhaps, it is consolation to saddened parents to know
that their son was the noble-spirited boy that he was.
That every cradle asks “whence," and every coffin
“whither,” is trulv a sad experience in human life.
/ knew a mother and father,
Had a son.
Had a lovely son,
hi whom two lives were lived again,—
Two lives jewelled with a hope.