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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 Per Year, In Advance $1.00 Single Copy .15 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.