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THE MAROON TIGER
The Voice of the Students of Morehouse College
Volume IX NOVEMBER, 1933 Number 2
THE STAFF
MANAGERIAL STAFF
L. Raymond Bailey, ’34
John Epps, ’35 ~)
B. J. Mukasa, ’35 J
William J. Hamilton, '34
Hobart C. Jackson, ’36
Frank Adair, ’34
Otis W. McCree, '36
Wilmer Jennings, ’34
Fred A. Haynes, ’35
John H. Young, ’35
Harold J. Brazeal, ’34
Harry L. Stamper, ’36
Darwin Creque, ’36
Prof. G. Lewis Chandler
Rev. Maynard Jackson
... Editor-in-chief
Associate Editors
Athletic Editor
Assistant Athletic Editor
News Editor
. Assistant News Editor
Art Contributor
.... Exchange Editor
Literary Editor
... Wit and Humor Editor
Secretary to Editor
T echnician
Critic
Alumni and Faculty Editor
George Shivery, ’34
William D. McCloud, ’34
Scott Barrett, ’34
George G. Smith, ’35
Milton White.
Leon C. Greenwood,, '34
Business Manager
. Assistant Manager
Circulation Manager
Subscription Manager
Advertising Manager
..... Auditor
THE MAROON TIGER
Published Monthly By The Students Of Morehouse College
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NEMO SOUS SATIS SAP1T
We squawked, we fought, we got ’em! At
AT LAST last this paper can boast of a staff room
and a typewriter! If the editors of past years
could get a look at this, they would call it a joke. Upon
my word, I wouldn’t fool you. I find myself sitting at
a real desk—oh I admit it’s a bit battered—half of the
drawers won’t work—rather shaky and all that—but it’s
a desk just the same. Another thing about this desk—
it has some historical attachments that make it of real
value. I know of a man who paid a small forune for
the desk of Louis XIV. Of course, as far as usefulness
is concerned, he could have taken a fraction of the sum
and purchased a far better desk. But that desk once be
longed to a famous French king, and he swelled with
pride at the thought that he could “sit at the desk of
Louis XIV—”
I suppose you’re wondering about this desk we have.
Well, herein lies its historical value. When I first ex
amined this desk, I managed to get one of the drawers
open. To my astonishment I discovered that it was for
merly used by none other than Professor Edward Allen
Jones, our own professor of French! Now, you can
imagine how I feel sitting at the desk of Professor
Jones! Ah!
Hm-m. This reminds me—As I was gathering up the
“evidence” which convinced me that the desk as used
by Professor Jones, I was suddenly humbled by unearth
ing one of my French papers which bore a mark that
was far from complimentary. However, I disposed of
the paper in short order, and now my pride is brave
enough to show itself again.
No one who has ever attempted to get
IT’S A GREAT out a paper can fully appreciate the
HELP significance of two such additions. It
is possible to establish some system
for the organ now. Heretofore, the editors have filed
manuscripts in their pockets, which are, in many cases
graveyards for many good thoughts.
The staff would hold a quick meeting wherever the
members might happen to butt into each other. The office
of the Maroon Tiger walked around with the editor.
The business staff had quarters on the third floor of no
where. All records were kept in the heads of the makers
who carried them away when graduation day was over.
As a result, the new members would be forced to make
the same mistakes and learn by painful experience.
When it came to setting up the dummy or proof
reading, the system was most unique. The editor and his
assistants would have to work in their rooms, many
times to the disgust of their room-mates. When material
is left where parties not concerned may tamper with
it, trouble of all sorts would arise. I recall a striking
instance from last year. The scene took place in Robert
Hall in the editor’s room. Paper clippings, waste, re
jected manuscripts, proofs, and exchanges were scat
tered about the tables, on the floor, under the beds and
behind the trunks in indescribable confusion. The editor
and I were setting up the dummy. An article was miss
ing. We searched diligently, using powerful and dras
tic subjective expression in the meantime.
“Say, what is that under your left foot?” the editor
asked.
“Oh that’s the Herald from X college,” I re
plied.
The room mate comes in and is asked if he saw any
of the material.
“Yes, I saw that junk on my bed and threw it out.”
On second thought, I believe it would be better
to leave this story unfinished. You can imagine how we
expressed our grief.
The matter of .getting the manuscripts typed de
pended upon the ability of the editor to borrow his
neighbor’s machine.
Thanks to the wide-awake Student Ac-
THOSE DAYS tivity Committee, such a system need
ARE OVER no longer be used. We have a place
provided for all business. We have a
machine for our own use. (The keys are a bit stiff and
the ribbon worn, but it’s a good machine.) Now, it will
be unnecessary for me to use my own room, which al
ready bears a sneaking resemblance to Uncle Jake’s
pawn shop.
A few days ago the president of the Student
DRIVE Activity Committee announced that the students
are sponsoring a drive to raise funds for the
endowment. This marks the initial step in a drive to put
the campaign over the top.