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REMINISCENCES OF “OL’ TIMERS”
This month the conductor of this column has strayed
somewhat from the path of anticiapted right inasmuch
as he is presenting a guest writer — namely an “OF
Timer,” who is not a product of Morehouse College.
Mr. William S. Jackson, who is a student in the Atlanta
School of Social Work, is a graduate of West Virginia
State College, varsity guard for five years, All-Ameri
can for the season of 1936, and former varsity boxing
coach at State with two state-wide championships to his
credit.
In this article, “From the Social School,” Mr. Jackson
reviews the Morehouse-West Virginia game of last year.—
Kendrix.
FROM THE SOCIAL SCHOOL
At last I have the opportunity to express something
that has been on my mind for a number of weeks.
I owe a great deal of gratitude and thanks to the men
of Morehouse College. I feel particularly grateful to a
few of the men for the aid given and the kindness shown
to me during the past few weeks.
Morehouse men are scattered all over the country, per
petuating the ideals and standards that have been in
stilled in them while they were in college. I think of
John W. Davis, President of West Virginia State College
and Arthur W. Ellis, Assistant Director of Physical Ed
ucation at the same college. These men are always busy
working for a bigger and better West Virginia State
College.
On Saturday, October 17, 1936, I had the chance to
analyze a sample of about twenty-eight Morehouse men
at Institute, W. Va. For three hours on Lakin Field, they
appeared before me eleven at a time with a substitution
every now and then. I was thoroughly impressed by the
manly qualities that they possessed. Quite a few impres
sions were left on me, too.
The outcome of the impending W. Va. State-More-
house football game was a much discussed subject on
“State” campus. Morehouse was a mystery team, the
terror of the South with an enviable record. Two unde
feated teams were about to show their wares.
Two days before the game, rain began to fall and it
looked as if it would last indefinitely. We had hoped that
the rain would let up and allow the field to dry. hut on
the morning of the game the rain came down in torrents.
The closer it came to the time for the game, the harder
it rained.
The field was a sea of black, sticky mud when the two
teams took their positions for the kickoff. After a very
few' plays, the members of both teams were covered from
head to foot and looked like silhouettes.
The teams were rather evenly matched in size, weight,
etc. The first periods of the game were marked with the
see-saw effect seen when no one of two opponents proves
the stronger. The first score came in the last few minutes
of the first quarter when Morehouse kicked to W. Va., the
ball being taken by Price on the State 45 yard line. Price
lateralled to Meadows who ran down the side line for a
SCHOOL SPIRIT
By W. J. Carr, ’41
Spirit, according to Webster, is the breath of life; con
ceived as a kind of breath animating the body. School
spirit, then, may be defined as the breath of the school,
animating the institution. It is the manifestation of in
terest and loyalty to ones alma mater. The most com
monly accepted medium of display of spirit is by doing
and encouraging other doers.
At this particular time Morehouse is engaged in a se
ries of athletic encounters, called football games. There
have been selected from the student body, certain pro
ficient athletes to represent the school by appearing on
the field of play. These men have won their positions by
dent of hard work and the age old “survival of the fit
test.” It is only fair that the remaining students should
give their support to these, their representatives, by
cheering them on in moments of defeat as well as in vic
tory. Remember how it feels to have someone say, “Come
on, you can do it!” Faith and confidence will work won
ders in trying situations.
On these successive Saturdays, Morehouse’s goal is a
victorious football team. The players are fighting their
hearts out as can be seen by the record they have made.
A little help from the stands may be what is needed in
moments of trial. How many times has an athlete, hear
ing the cheers of his school, given his last ounce of
energy in the final drive that leads to victory? Many
times, at many schools this has happened. Such things
happen not only in books, but in actual life. My chal
lenge to Morehouse men is this: Ask any player on any
team if it doesn’t do something to him to hear a cheer
ing throng. Ask him if you can get that same feeling any
where else, under any other circumstances. When you
receive his answer, don’t stop there. Go out and help him
get that feeling from you. How? Cheer, by golly! Cheer
until you can’t speak above a whisper. When you go
home, you can say Morehouse did her darndest and I did
my part; otherwise, hang your head in shame.
touchdown. The try for extra point was good and the
scoreboard, W. Va., 7—Morehouse, 0.
The following two quarters proved uneventful as a
slippery ball, insecure footing and other obstacles proved
costly to both teams.
In the last part of the third quarter, Pierro, Morehouse
quarter-back, standing on his own 40 yard line, threw
a pass to Haynes who caught it and ran 40 more yards
for a touchdown, for extra point was no good. State, 7—
Morehouse, 6. This touchdown was easily the most out
standing play of the game, for Haynes was surrounded
by three State men when he literally tore the ball from
their hands and out-distanced them to the goal line.
During the last few minutes of play, State driving from
LET’S START TALKING ANNUAL TALK.