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By EDDIE ROUX
Another month has rolled around, which means it’s
time for the Merry-go-Round to begin to grind out its
tale of woe for those who have strayed from the straight
and narrow.
The only organization on the campus ruled with such
a spirit of democracy as to be able to meet “in the shad
ows of Yates and Milton,” the Ki-Yi Club to you, was the
first to break down and call a “jam-session,” and the
members and fortunate bid-holders had a time of times.
Guys and Gals swung to the melodious strains of Jimmy
Wiggins. The top event of the evening was the “big ap
ple” done with Bob Miller “calling corners.” Events on
the social calendar began to appear in rapid succession
and the Barn Dance that the Social School attempted
proved to be a complete “Hop.” Here’s a tip to the good
timing gals over there: Call for Morehouse men when
you want a real good time.
While talking about parties, here’s the low, low-down
on something that’s really news. Spelman had a party
Hallowe’en Nite and, believe it or not, everybody had a
good time. The trip through the heating plant tunnel
proved to hold the top spot at this event .... there were
no lights!
Round about November 10th, the joint was really
jumping. The KATS stepped out and took a crab or two
with them. Inaugurating the Rush Week Dance, Kappa
went over the top with the best party of the year. Here’s
the low: Thaddeus “16-year-old” Owens showed how
popular he was by appearing with a dame on each arm
.... that wasn’t enough; so he went and came again with
two more .... how he got them home is what worries
us. LaValle “Hots-from-Chi” Smith took only one, Little
Trudie, y’know, and Morehouse College’s baby boy. Spel
man College’s pride and joy, Speed brought her home
.... along with “Nut” Ponder who brought Gerry Allen
after he had seen Marporie safely home. . . . Bob Miller
let his love come trinklin’ down while LaValle was danc
ing with Miriam Phillips and—well, boy, oh boy ....
King Peterson brought Ruby Johnson, “Texas” Mick set
up a monopoly on her; forgetting that Pierro was his
friend and thinking that he was dancing with Mexico. . . .
George Carr played smart and brought such a fine (?)
looking gal that didn’t anybody want to dance with but
him. . . . This month’s nomination for President of the
“Snake in the Grass” Club is Edwin Driskell, who’s doing
a sweet job of aiding “Eat-’em-up” Robinson take care of
“Foots” Mildred Sneed Wm. “Social-misfit” An
derson got the cold, cold shoulder from the charming
Elizabeth Battle who snuggled into the arms of ?????
.... Miss Terry seems to have finally dwindled her many
suitors down to a measly three. Deadmon. Wm. Nix and
.... Arthur Smith may reign supreme in the Library,
but Ed. Edmunds proved to be the stronger in the
case involving Jane Porter. . . . Robt. “Baby-boy” An
drews holds the top spot in the hen-pecked society, ’cause
he refuses to be hooked by E. Muckleroy and marks time
for “Dot” Aberhold. . . .
Chas. Saxon seems to have put “Bull-Dog” Ellis out
of the picture and pledged eternal love and devotion to
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Marie Freeman. . . . Moss Kendrix is about to go daffy
over the flighty little Evelyn Jenkins, while “Woo” Fos
ter takes it slow and easy and writes poems to her. . . .
Bernice “Basin Street” Oubre seems to go hard for Chat
tanooga, so she has latched on to W. N. Jackson. . . .
Jimmy Mix is shooting both barrels at E. Muckleroy,
while the Memphis Mamas are still twiddling their
thumbs. . . . Kibbe loaded his guns and shot both barrels
at E. Battle, but has evidently missed again .... When
you see IL Mclver, call him “white eye” and tell him I
said to do it. . . . Strickland can’t jar himself loose from
the pretty little gal from Texas, so they continue to “truck
on down”. . . . Florida meets Texas again with favorable
reaction when “Bunky” Matthews goes calling on Ruth
Hodge. . . . Mabel Garner, if you’ll send us a written ap
plication, we’ll see if we can’t get you latched on to some
body. . . . “Ike” Meadows jumped the gun on the Lonely
Hearters and caught Miss Greggs and another Spelmanile
in the dash toward the tape. . . . Norvel Clark jumped out
on Helen Ross and raked “Bubber” Mitchell over the
coals by taking Evon Wright into port. . . .
Sugar daddies are few and far between, but “Baby”
Speed atkes the cake, and sends Mattie Fowler one of
Nunnally’s biggest offering. . . . E. Swain ain’t no “sugar
papa” but he goes hard for Lucile Green and Shirley—
wonder if he knows they are the best of friends?. . . .
Now the Chicago boys are at it again, and Cobb goes
hard for Lorainne McAfee, while “Chicago Red” Liggett
maintains his sharpness and “apple-jacks” around until
the wee hours of the nite. . . . Drew Days and Mclver felt
the call of poverty at Morehouse and gave out about fifty
“comps” which the fellows accepted reluctantly, ’cause
Tiny Bradshaw was the best they could offer. . . . King
Peterson rates this column by writing a card from every
port in which the team docks to Lorainne Austin. . . .
“Spunky” Howell gets a phone call each nite, waxs in
dignant over the same, but finds himself breezing to the
address in question at every possible convenience and it’s
not J. Walden. . . . “Pig-the-Barber” Jones refuses to be
hooked by the Atlanta “glamor gals” and saves himself
for a certain Californian. . . . Killis Bonner deserts the
Lonely Hearters and takes up where Bill Beachem left
off with Mary Kelly. . . . The only Delta soror at Spel
man doesn’t seem to be such a fog; we don’t see any mess
of men hanging around. . . . Poor J. R. Davis, don’t you
know that “begging back” won’t do you any good. Chris
tine says that when she stops it’s all over. . . . Hey! Will
somebody tell us what ever started Spelman women to
thinking those Aunt Jemina turbans were hot stuff?. . . .
They remind us of walking advertisements of pan-cake
flower. . . . Nothing very funny happended on Maroon
and White Day except that a young lady who goes around
with an Alpha fellow and a Kappa fellow turned out to
be a Sigma Queen, and a young lady who has pledged
love and devotion to an Alpha pledgee turned out to be
an Omega, while a lady who plans a trip on the sea of
matrimony with an Alpha fellow turned out to be a Kappa
Queen .... at least we can say the frats are cosmopoli
tan, huh?
—Your Merry-Go-Rounder.