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THE MAROON TIGER
October 16. 1953
The Maroon Tiger
FOUNDED 1898
Published monthly during the school year by the students of More
house College, Atlanta, Georgia. Entered in Post Office at Atlanta 3,
Georgia, as second-class mail matter under the act of Congress, March
13, 1879.
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EDITORIAL STAFF
EDITOR-IN-CHIEF.
ASSOCIATE EDITOR ...
NEWS EDITOR
FEATURE EDITOR ......
SPORTS EDITOR
COPY READERS
ARTISTS
EXCHANGE EDITOR..
.. .Ezra C, Davidson
Ira Harrison
James Goodman
Richard Johns
Patrick McClsPin
.. George Johnson, Marion Marable
Robert Cheeseboro, Archie Meyer
Samuel Allen
NEWS REPORTERS—
Peter Chatard, John Covington, Donald Moore, Amos Cheese
boro, Major Owens, James Crump.
SPORTS REPORTERS—
Alfred Willie, Jackson Sheptall, Willie J. Davis.
FEATURE WRITERS—
Howard Moore, Lillie McKinney, Donald Hickman, Charles
Jones, James Jordan, Eugene Austin, English H. Irving, David
Hickman.
TYPISTS —
Hassel Harris, Donald Hickman, David Hickman, Howard
Westley, Samuel Allen, Robert K. Anderson.
BUSINESS STAFF
BUSINESS MANAGER John W. Simmons
ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER .. Harry Smith
ADVERTISING MANAGER ' Willie Brawner
CIRCULATION Jefferson Mathis, Ronald Johnson
FACULTY ADVISERS . G. Lewis Chandler, A Russell Brooks
EZRA DAVIDSON
THE WAY OF A
DEMOCRACY
Some things appeal to our emo
tions, because they are beautiful,
others to our reason, because they
are practical. It is from a practi
cal point of view that I think we,
as Morehouse Men, should have a
deeper respect for democracy—for
we have seen it work.
I have a specific reference to
our last student body election,
which to me, in a sense, was
doubly democratic.
Not only was
it conducted in
the typical dem
ocratic fashion
of our elections,
but also because
w e, somewhat
dissatisfied ,at
the first results,
reconsid ered
completely our
first ballot and conducted a re-
election, which resulted in the
change of several positions and
the electorate was satisfied. Un
der no other system of govern
ment on our globe could such be
duplicated with resulting har
mony.
A democracy is so designed that
the will of the majority determ
ines the actions of the group. Our
student government here at the
college is truly a democracy. As
a result of our action in our last
election the present student gov
ernment, headed by President
Michael B. Olatunji, indubitably,
contains the confidence of the
majority. Certainly our govern
ment this year will make unpar-
alled strides with such unques
tionable support.
President Olatunji has cited his
program to the student body and
your representatives compose the
student council, so lets back the
program and make it work.
We have exercised the rights
that are ours under a democratic
rule, likewise, as fervently, ac
cept its responsibilities — this is
the way of a democracy.
FROM THE SOUL
Editors' Note: Caught in the ty
pical frenzy of meeting the press
deadline—no one noticing too
much what was going on around
us, this clipping was slipped into
our basket. We do not know the
author, but surely this is the
result of a sincere moment. The
evident concern of the writer in
his work impressed us, so we pass
it on to you for what it is worth.
Have I Taughi Them
“Years after year they have come
to me,
Students with questing looks,
year after year they have lifted
me
As they left their outgrown books
And I wonder now if I have
tought them
Just some of those worthwhile
things,
Some of those things they’ll need
in life
Be they peasants, poets, or Kings.
Of course, I’ve taught them civics
and history
And how to divide and add,
But I wonder if they know that
this is not all
That it takes to make life sad or
glad.
Have I tought them the value of
smiling
When things are at their worst?
Do they know that there’s noth
ing that helps like a song,
When their hearts seem ready to
burst.
Have I tought them that fear is
a coward,
Who is beaten when they say “I
can”?
That courtesy ranks with courage
In the heart of a real gentleman?
Have I tought them these things
and others
That will help make them brave,
kind and true,
I don’t know, But if I haven’t,
then I have failed
For that’s what I was supposed to
do.”
A CAUSTIC THOUGHT, WE WONDER
We live in, perhaps, the greatest country in the world today.
We are thought to have the highest level of living of any other
nation in the history of civilization, and yet we wonder.
We have observed at many eating places: restaurants,
country clubs, kitchens, dining halls, and we find that they
have one thing in common—-wasted food. It seems that our
pigs are fed better than many of the people of the world, and
we wonder why waste?
MUSIC DEPT. GETS SHOT IN THE ARM
Morehouse has two additions to its music department—a
new director, and a new building. One passing through the
campus is quickly bombarded by the melodic voices of singing
males, and the blaring notes of our college band as the new
director whips his men into shape for this year’s obligations.
The new director is Wendell P. Whalum, Morehouse grad
uate of the class of ’51. From Morehouse he went to Columbia
University in New York City, and received his M. A. in music
education. Now he is back at Morehouse as the music director,
succeeding Professor Kemper Harreld.
The new music building until recently was a workshop and
formerly, a lounge for veterans. Now it is the newest and
one of the most welcome additions to the campus. This build
ing has a front room large enough for a band or orchestra; it
has an office for the music director, and a storage room for
instruments.
We, the Maroon Tiger Staff, tip our hats to the new direc
tor and to the band and glee club. May success follow you
always.
acrosfttae
18 Huntington Avenue
Boston, Massachusetts
Dear Editor:
Probably the most flagrant in
justice to the Negro in all of
American publishing is being per
petrated daily in the comic strip
“Joe Palooka”. This is a prize
fighting story strip in which all of
the fighters are white' whereas in
real life a majority of the cham
pions are Negroes.
Actually, Negroes do appear in
the strip from time to time, but
always in a servant capacity, and
the reader is supposed to think
they’re funny because of their
ignorance and subservience.
This un-American attempt to
pit group against group is espec
ially dangerous because people
tend to think of a comic strip as
harmless, forgetting that it can
plant prejudice in the peculiarly
receptive minds of children and
young people. As you know, this
large age group is especially dan
gerous and important.
A recent story in the strip pro
vides additional evidence of a
subtle attempt to feed prejudice.
The scene is Australia, and Aus
tralian natives take an important
part in the action. In the drawing
these Australians are black, and
the story continually reiterates
how savage they are. Having read
this story day in and day out for
many weeks, youngsters would
unconsciously absorb the idea
that black people are savages.
Yours for an America free of
racial prejudice!
Sincerely,
Don Munson
Dear Reader:
This column is yours. It’s pur
pose is to provide a medium of
expression for you through the
school paper. Wd consider your
letters as a pulse of our readers’
opinion. Let us hear from you
about this publication or anything
,that might promote.the interest
of others.
Exercise your freedom of ex
pression through the press!
—The Editor
JAMES JORDAN
THE
YARD
STICK
More than a century and a half
ago Adam Smith stated his opin
ion as folows: “Consumption is
the sole end of all production;
and the interest of the producer
ought to be attended to only so
far as it may be necessary for
promoting that of the consumer,”
Consumption pertains to the
Satisfaction of wants.
As the recently ended war in
Korea and the aftermaths of the
effects gradually diminish; there
must be a readjustment in the
American business world. Why is
this necessary? This is necessary
because business in order not to
corrupt itself must respond to the
electorate, that is, the consumer
with his demanding power.
The factor that will determine'
whether a depression or a boom
will occur in the American econ
omy is consumption.
History bears irrevocable and
persistent testimony to the fact
that the desire for the satisfaction
of human wants has created both
catastrophic and commendable re
sults. The American, French and
Russian revolutions, as well as
the coup d'etat that occurred in
Iran several weeks ago, and the
two World Wars, 1914-18 and
1939-45 are the results of econom
ic rivalry and • a struggle for a
fair share of the goods that men
consume.
The commercial revolution of
the 16th Century and its co-func-
tionaire the Industrial Revolution
(that hasn’t ended yet) are re
flective of the growing and per
petual consumption interest of
man.
When the great Depression of
the early 1930’s occurred the most
effective of the remedies employ
ed was that one of “priming the
pump” by pouring dollars into the
consumers’ laps so as to create, to
use Keyneo Classic phrase, “the
propensity to consume” and its
complementary results “the in
ducement to invest”. Herbert
Hoover never realized the impor
tance of consumption and geared
his administration toward the
best interest (in part) of the pro
ductive element in the economy
and failed to gain the confidence
of the American people because
of the oversight.
Many theories have been ad
vanced to explain the cause of
depression, but I believe that the
late Lord Keynes’ struck the point
when he said in essence that un
der consumption causes depres
sion.
DooDooLing
by IRA HARRISON
WORDS OF FLAMING YOUTH
I only khow I need you so. . .
And I hope that you need me
too ... I love you more than
you’ll ever know . . . My love . . .
I do need you . . . And I’ll need
you more . . . As years come and
go . . . Just to have you at my
side . . . My lqve will endure
through sun and snow . . . Will
you be my bride . . . They haunt
me so when we’re apart. . . These
words of my flaming youth.