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If the Shoe Fits
Meet Professor X.
He is a conscientious, safe fellow. lie isn’t in
spiring. His lectures are exceedingly dull. There
are two exams in his class each semester, one at
mid-semester and the other at the end of the
semester. His grading system is based on these
two tests. Reeiations don’t count in his classes.
Many of his students cheated on exams. Chances
are that someone stole his “exam” before the “big
day” and sold it to the major portion of his class.
* Meet Professor Whiz.
Exams are all important in his class, too. Class
recitations just don’t count. But he is an “imag
ined” mental giant. His tests are designed to be
tricky and catchy. His outside assignments pile
up. Many of his students cheated, too. Chances
are pretty high that his exam was “out” and
“for sale,” too.
Meet Professor Y.
His lectures are exciting and well planned.
Exams are not all important in his class. He takes
a personal interest in the students. Performance
in class counts and exams are scheduled once or
twice each month. The final exam isn’t one of
those “do or die” affairs. His office wasn’t ram-
sacked by frantic students. Since his final exam
wasn’t the most important thing in the world
there was little cheating.
The Moral ? Prof, rate yourself!
Food For Thought
The MAROON TIGER does not agree with per
sons who decry the recent food demonstrations.
It does not seem that those persons (who were
eating quite well at home) realize exactly how
hungry the Morehouse Men were when the re
cent actions took place.
Everywhere the cry is made that the students
should ha.e gone through “correct procedures.”
Everyone seems to overlook the fact that the Stu
dent Activity Committee asked Mr. Dansby, stu
dent faculty advisor, on the Tuesday night before
the disturbance to. contact Mr. Nix and the dieti
cian to see if more food could be served in order
to avert a strike. This move failed.
The Student Adjustment Committee called on
the dietician with the same purpose in mind. This
meeting, too, was unproductive. Then came the
demonstration which influential student leaders
had advised the administration was inevitable
unless more food was served.
The fact of the matter is that it has been the
experience of the Student Body that Committee
meetings have never produced anything but
“talk.” One might note that better and more food
was not served until after the demonstration.
One might also note that no one was really con
cerned until after the demonstrations were
started.
Another unfair observation is that the students
acted without thinking. It seems that much think
ing went into the planning of the demonstrations
and the desired results were obtained.
It’s all over now, however. All is forgiven. Ev
eryone has kissed and made up. With heads high,
firm in the belief that the best possible move was
made, students should move on to cooperate with
the administration in every possible way.
Old Hummon Shows ’Em
Good old Hummon-Hummon Talmadge, that is.
Old Hummon show is putting them thar city
fellows right in their place. A chip off the old
block, he is.
Old Hummon and his boys done gone and pushed
a bill through the legislature to rereg’ter all them
thar Nigras. Course white folks will have to re
reg’ter, too; but old Hummon, he’s getting them
“block voting” Nigras.
Good old Hummon, protector of Southern womanhood,
defender of white supremacy and otir Southern way of life.
Old Hummon’s boys beat down that thar’ bill to
unmask the Klan. And they went and passed that
bill to give small dirt counties like Toombs (where
that the rich Nigra Mallard got hurt) an equal
vote with streetcar counties like Fulton in the
general election.
Good old Hummon, protector of Southern womanhood,
defender of white supremacy and our Southern way of life.
Hummon’s boys fixed it so that Minimum Foun
dation Program would be held up so Nigra teach
ers wouldn’t get equal pay right away. Course that
sales tax attachment don’t sound none too good.
Seem like sales taxes always work unequal on us
poor folks. But old Hummon, he know best.
Yea, Good old Hummon, protector of Southern woman
hood, defend.:, oj white eupiemac." anti our Southern way
of life.
THE MAROON TIGER
Founded in 1898 by Timothy Williams
Member of Associated Collegiate Press
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MAROON TIGER February, 1949
Are Garrulous, Boastful
There Are Problems”...
By Lerone Bennett, Jr.
“We are not here to play, to dream,
to drift; .. . Shun not the struggle!
Face it! ’tis God’s gift. ...”
The first class met at night in a two story, barn-like
Baptist church in Augusta, Georgia; 40 students, men and
WOMEN, and a Mr. Corey, imported from South Carolina
where he was engaged in missionary work.
Students, mostly preachers, paid a tuition fee of one dollar
per month; board in the city could be arranged for five or six
dollars, with an additional dollar for washing (monthly). The
range of study was limited. Primary branches were taught for
those who could not read or write. Algebra, geometry, physi
ology, botany, natural philosophy, rhetoric, Latin and New
Testament Greek were offered. Exercises in declamation and
composition were required.
Students found time to start a Missionary society
and the Ciceronian Lyceum, which met every other week
for practice in extemporaneous speaking. A literary so
ciety, Pi Gamma, began. Out of these three organizations
grew the Y. M. C. A., the Debating squad and the MA
ROON TIGER. On Friday afternoon, socials were attended
at Spelman seminary.
Such were the humble beginnings of the “Pride of the
South,” Morehouse college, 82 years ago. Plain living, simple
amusements, rigid and rigorous discipline characterized the
Morehouse of that day.
Last month several students were gathered in the mod
ern, new classrooms in Sale hall basement. It was exam week.
Men lounged about in loud expensive sport shirts, cardigans,
dungarees. Down on the “block” student lazily “shot the
breeze.” Over on the library steps, 15 or 20 students were
sprawled about to watch the “gals” go by. This was Morehouse,
twentieth century.
There is a strange mixture of serious and country
club students around. A MAROON TIGER poll reveals
83% of the students “crib” on exams, Phillip Morris is
the top campus smoke. Drinking and carousing are at
new highs. There is some unrest.
Dr. Mays’ administration has brought many benefits. We
are embarking on a gigantic program of expansion. Our fac
ulty is strong.
Morehouse students are still nimble-brained and quick to
speak. Every national assembly of students has seen a More
house Man stand out.
We are garrulous, boastful—and not without cause.
There are problems, however. We must continue to pro
duce the big men that we once produced. We must close
the wide chasm between the students and faculty. There
is not that rapport between the two that there once was.
In some areas the giant IS sleeping. The charge is often
made that the administration is too “dollar conscious” and not
“student conscious” enough. More important, it seems, than
buildings or money is the relationship which exists between
students and faculty persons. We are making some progress
in this area. We must make more.
So while we give a big “hurrah” for our past accomplish
ments, let us rededicate ourselves to those principles of hard
work and cooperation which characterized Morehouse Men
of old; let us move on together for . . .
“ ... it matters not how deep entrenched
the wrong; how hard the battle goes, the
day how long; faint not, fight on! (We
Must) ... Be strong; 0 men, Be strong.
INSANITY
stuff, sense
NONSENSE
By Leroy James
Who breaks the furniture and lamps ?
Who uses all your postage stamps ?
Who corresponds with movie vamps ?
Your roommate.
Who giggles at you when you flunk ?
Who always comes home late and drunk?
Your roommate.
Who borrows all your ready cash ?
Whose talk is senseless haberdash?
Your roommate.
Who confiscates your ties and socks?
Who never thinks to wind the clock?
Your roommate.
But who’s a constant pal to you ?
Who overlooks the things you do?
Who knows and loves you through and through ?
Your mother.
Before Exams—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
After Exams—
The Lord God of Hosts was with us not
’Cause we forgot, ’Cause we forgot.
Post-Mortem:
“Was Joe House (prospective Graduate)
shocked over the “F” he made in his major?”
queried Jim. “Shocked? He was electrocuted. In
cidentally, I sent flowers to Prof. Knowitall’s fam
ily.”
POME: Things Could be Verse
There was a line, a mighty line
before the dining door,
And Willie, waiting for his lunch
Was number twenty-four.
But number three had twelve good friends,
And Number eight, eleven
While Willie found to his surprise
He now was Forty-Seven.
And tho’ the people far up front
Were moving quite a lot
The longer Willie stood in line
The farther back he got.
This struck the boy as mighty silly
But lunchtime never came for Willie.
A PROCLAMATION
Whereas, Joe Crab has survived a semester at
Morehouse, but is still groggy from the im
pact of the final exams.
Whereas, All Morehouse Men are expected to at
tend all Founders’ Day services
Whereas, The chances are that if your mother
and father didn’t have any children, neither
will you.
Whereas, An army travels on its stomach, so
.... Well?
Boutonnieres to the mid-term grads.
Onion to the men in the dining room who insist
on putting salt in the pepper shaker.
We think a lot of live-wires would be dead if it
weren’t for their connections.
PERSONALITY PORTRAIT— =
President Of Ministers Union
J4erman UJilliami
By S. Wilbur Hylton
This month we portray Herman C. Williams of St. Louis,
Mo. . . . Herman, an ex-2nd Lt., is a senior and a philoso
phy major ... plans to enter Union
Theological seminary . . . enjoys
reading historical novels and sing
ing . . . dislikes pointless talking
. . . feels that his fellow students
are characteristically Christian ...
thinks that the manifestation of
that Christianity would be great
. . . believes that if peace comes
individuals must become aware of
the smallness of the world . . .
is Student Director of Morehouse
Glee Club, Director of Music at
Providence Baptist church, and Pres, of the Ministers’
Union . . . belongs to college quartet, Phi Beta Sigma,
Advisory Committee, Student Activity committee, NAACP,
YMCA, and the German club.
Published monthly during the school year by the students of
Morehouse College, Atlanta, Georgia. Entered as second class matter
at the post office of Atlanta, Georgia under the act of March 3, 1877.
LERONE BENNETT, JR EDITOR
CLAUDE CHAMBLEE MANAGING EDITOR
WILLIAM BUSH BUSINESS MANAGER