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THE MAROON TIGER
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BLACK AND RLUE
ODE TO NIGHT
De tan, yellow, brown dey all go fo’ whit’
Dey crowd de hotels, pahks, and p’litical offices of de
land.
“But you see brother,” they say to me, “these things
weren’t made for you,
You must stand back.” Den to hisself I jest knows he
says,
“Although your heart and soul and spirit are white,
Your skin is a tainted—
Black.”
You laffm whit’ chilluns, Ah sees you smil’, Ah sees you
pla y.
And Ah b'lieves to mah sol’ you is happy.
Yellow man, Brown man, Ah b’lieve you is happy, too.
Whit’ man, you lets Brown men or Yellow man ’joy
dese things
And dis ain’t even his land.
But me?
Shucks, Ah’m s’posed to be at horn’, you won't let me
play in fin’ pahks
You won’t even give me one night shelter in yo’ hotel.
“Man sakes alive, you says, I oughter hav’ mah own
’veniences.
When you won’t even let me vot’?”
“Lawd, Ah do declar’ atter all dese discou’gments,
Since Ah don wulikt so hahd ter mak’ things fit, in dis
land.
Ah jes don know whirl ter do but feel
Blue
“How else. Brown, Yellow Mart, White Man does you
think
Ah kin be ’cept
Black and Blue.
John H. Young, ’35.
LIFE IS LIKE THAT
Up today—happy, glad,
Down tomorrow—solemn, sad;
Money today—work so hard,
Everybody my friend, ’cause I got a job.
Live in a Big house, like boss used to do,
Got cars, liquor, women too.
About others I don’t care,
’Cause I’m living like a millionaire.
Broke tomorrow, look around,
But my friends done left me, ’cause I’m down.
Drift around, no where to stay,
Do the same thing every day.
But am I discouraged? Wanna know the fact?
No—’cause life is just like that.
E. C. Mazique. ’33
Oh. Night!
With millions of spangled stars
Set in the jewelled crown of heaven,
Come near and let me look at you.
You give me peace and comforting,
Lip there—silent, calm and still.
I have a sense of great eternity
Of love that hovers o’er us all alike.
You look alike, with myriads of shining orbs
On Pope and Prelate, king and thief
(And on the humble shepherd by the brook)
And still retain your lofty eminence.
You are the link that binds me to all earth and heaven.
We are—in your domain, one of great design
Fashioned by One Great Being. All
Whom I have ever seen or known are here tonight,
With me and thee, firm in thy mighty inspiration
And the world is poised in instantaneous harmony,
A sense of love and truth pervades the air.
Oh, Night what have you done, that human thought
And Nature by your magic spell become as one!
You held the world with one small gesture then passed.
But not to be forgotten—for I am at peace.
I know that there is uteer joy ’twixt earth and heaven.
Twas you that taught me this. 0 Night.
—Joetta Stinson.
WHEN I MET YOU
I was a lad used to a sky of gray,
But Fate intervened and you came my way
And now, because of you. the sky is blue.
The world had treated me with scorn and strife
Before you, and love came into my life.
And now, because of you, the world seems fair.
Before I met you my joy was sorrow.
I did not care to live or see the morrow.
But sweetheart, I was so happy and glad—
When I met you.
John H. Young, ’35.
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The University Players
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— will present —
Sophocles’
“ANTIGONE”
In Sisters Chapel
S pel man College
Satuday, February 11, 1933
At 8 O’Clock
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