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Maroon Tiger
February 9, 1978
On The Greatest Founder’s Day
by Charles E. Mapson
If Richard Coulter could toll
the great bell of a heavenly
Graves Hall and summon
William Jefferson White driv
ing a chariot with Joseph
Robert, George Sale and
Samuel Graves in it and tell
them to get ready, they would.
If he would but sound the
bell again, Charles Hubert
would bring another chariot
with John Hope, Henry
Lyman Morehouse, Samuel
Howard Archer, Benjamin
Brawley and Claude Dansby.
They would join with White’s
chariot and wait for the Great
Processional.
Soon, Coulter would ring the
bell again and again. Chariots
would come from every nation
with hosts all dressed in
Maroon and White robes. Like
John, one would try to count
the number of souls in the
chariots. They’ll count one,
ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty,
one hundred, one thousand,
ten thousand, one hundred
thousand, but they would have
to stop and acknowledge old
man Dansby when he says, “I
am a mathematician. Any
numerical problem I can
answer but this problem is not
numerical, it’s spiritual and
the number is a number no
man can number.”
One man from the American
Baptist Home Mission Society
from 1867-1908 would go to
Coulter and say, “I know Joe
Robert because he was the first
president of Morehouse
College. I know George Sale,
because he came after Robert.
Sam Graves isn’t new to me.
Johnny Hope came to
Morehouse under my
recommendation, but who are
these other people? I’ve never
seen them before.”
Coulter would only smile
and say “These Are They” who
have come from every nation
and washed their garments
Maroon And White. They have
come through a great
tribulation but they will join
the Great Processional with
us.”
Later, they would all be in
place waiting for Kemper
Harrelb to finish the prelude.
When he finishes he’ll play the
introduction to O God Our
Help in Ages Past, Our Hope
for Years to Come. Our shelter
from the stormy blast and Our
eternal Home and the proces
sional would begin.
Chariots would dash
through the sky with the speed
of a zig-zag lightning and at
the end of every verse the
saints would cry hosanna. The
Are We
Morehouse Men?
by Roy L. Hamilton
Are there students at
Morehouse who think they are
too good to carry their trays up
to the window after they are
finished eating? Are there
students who are not patient
enough to wait in line for 15
minutes or less to be served?
There are students at
Morehouse who constantly cut
line, which causes the line to
move slow, which then causes
many other students to wait up
to 45 minutes before they can
eat. To add on to their act of
grandeur they let their friends
cut, which adds another fifteen
minutes to the wait of other
students before they can eat.
After this group of “elites”
obtains their tray and finish
their meal, they then proceed
to leave their trays on the
table. The most ironic thing
about these students is that
they have the audacity to com
plain about the food service,
long lines and even the
filthiness of the cafeteria.
Many of the students who
have been victims of the acts of
these students are wondering
just who these students think
they are. Are they “God’s great
gift to man” or are they “Mr.
Greater than Thou” himself?
If any of these students feel
that they fit into either of the
above categories they are ill or
have been fooled all of their
lives.
How can we as students com
plain to the Administration
about the food that is being
served when we do not even
have our own house in order?
Is Morehouse housing men
or high school ninth graders?
If someone came and observed
the cafeteria during brunch,
breakfast, lunch or dinner they
would think that a group of
animals had escaped from the
city zoo and come directly to
Alvin Lane Dining Room. For
those of you who do not know,
this is the dining room we eat
in everyday.
The Men of Morehouse are
supposed to be the “creme of
the crop” in the A.U.C. If that
is so, a passerby who dares
venture into the cafeteria dur
ing the eating periods sure
would not think so. At least the
male students of Morris Brown
and Clark have the common
decency to take their trays off
the table after they are
finished eating.
So Men of Morehouse, only
we can change the surroun
dings that we live in. We can
only change these things by
chariots would near their des
tination and begin to swing
low. The chariots would line up
on Ashby, on Fair, on
Chestnut, on Lee, on Westview
and on Greensferry as they
sing the last verse. Kemper
Harreld would modulate to the
key of Gabriel as Cheribum
and Seraphim join in on the
last verse, O God our Help in
Ages Past, Our Hope for Years
to Come, Be Thou Our Guide
While Life Shall Last and Our
Eternal Home.
All would get out of their
chariots and begin to march.
The first stop would be
Harkness Hall where the oc
cupants of that building would
join in the March. They would
march by Merrill, Hope, Sale,
Robert, Graves, and Archer
Halls. Each Hall would vacate
the building and join in the
great processional as they sing
Onward Christian Soldiers.
The march would proceed by
Quarles Court, Mays Hall,
Hubert Hall, Thurman Hall,
Dubois and Wheeler, Dansby
and Brawley Halls.
The march would end in
MLK Chapel when all would
sit and listen to the first
speaker. Mordecai Johnson
would offer the inyocation.
W.E.B. DuBois would read the
Scripture and then Hubert
Humphrey would introduce
the speaker of the day. The
speaker for the Founder’s Day
program would come to the lec-
tum. Martin Luther King, Jr.
would begin his speech by cry
ing out, “Richard Coulter had
a dream. John Hope had a
dream. Benny Mays had a
dream. Hugh Gloster had a
dream and his dream is now a
reality in this building. But,
my friends, today I still have a
dream. It’s the same dream
that I had in Washington D.C.
in August of 1963.” Then he
would recite his famous
speech. The crowd would rise
to its feet as he says, “free at
last, free at last, thank God
almighty, I’m free at last.”
Then all the saints who have
gone on would join these who
are yetrliving in singing Dear
Old Morehouse, Dear Old
Morehouse, We Have Pledged
our lives to thee. Then the
saints would board their
chariots but this time Jesus
would be leading as they all
sing Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit,
Make us steadfast, honest,
true, to old Morehouse and her
ideals and in all things that we
do.
being mature and responsible
adults and not playful ninth
graders who have just been
given the chance to have some
independence.
Editor-in-Chief Charles E. Mapson
Associate Editor Roy Hamilton
Managing Editor Willard BelL |
Assistant Editor Arlin Meadows *
j News Editor Reginald Scott<
Entertainment Editor Kenneth T. Whalum, Jr. *
Sports Editor Walter Parrish j
Fraternity Editor Theodore B. Jones
Photography Editor Alfred Peters
Cartoonist Lawrence Turner
Proof and Copy readers
David Thornton
David Morrow
Barrington Brooks
Rodney Thaxton
Business Manager Larry Walker
Advertising Managers Claude A. Ford, Jr.
Darrell E. Robbins
Contributing Staff: Rodney Thaxton, Dargan Burns,
Michael Stewart, T. Tee Boddie, William Jones
Office Manager Ronald Pettaway
Assistant Office Manager Vincent D. McCraw
We Ha ve the Po wer!
by Kenneth T. Whalum, Jr.
Have you ever paused to con
sider the beauty of the human
race? The experience of living
in this world is one of indes
cribable spiritual magnitude.
It is a blessing and a privilege
to be alive. So why do we keep
messin’ up?
You wonder what I’m talk
ing about, right? I’m talking
about YOU brothers! And I
don’t mean just my college
brothers; I mean every man
and woman who reads this
editorial. People! Let’s stop
focusing our attention on the
unpleasant and negative
aspects of our existence. Why?
Because we have the power to
solve our problems as a race, as
a nation and as a world by
developing the goodness of the
“self’. Every person has in
trinsically aesthetic qualities,
which if brought out, could
help man reach untold
heights.
It is true that many times we
become entangled in the pres
sures and counter-pressures of
everyday living and lose a
certain bit of our
“humanness”. We forget that
each man is a brother, each
woman is a sister and that love
is the key to happiness. This
doesn’t have to be so. We have
the power to be able to say, in
the words of the Rev. Jesse
Jackson, “I am somebody.” I
propose that we become a
collective “somebody”. What
we must do is apply our minds
and our hearts to improving
our condition. If we don’t,
surely time will run out.
Recently, there was a pic
torial essay in Ebony
magazine concerning the
crisis of the Black spirit. The
author, Lerone Bennett,
suggests that Black people are
losing sight of what should be
their goals and are forgetting
their past. According to Mr.
Bennett, the spirit of Black
folks will soon die if we don’t
wake up. I agree with Mr.
Bennett, but I contend that the
spirit of America and the world
has also reached a point of
crisis. We must begin to be, as
Martin Luther King, Jr. was,
drum majors for peace and
love. I don’t know about you,
but I’m not anxious to witness
the Armageddon.
Finally, I am not conceited
or naive enough to suppose
that this appeal will move
any mountains. I know that
most people will not even read
as far as the first paragraph.
They are the ones you and I
must help to see the light.
Please everybody; WAKE UP
and take advantage of this
minute of life God gave us. We
can do it, because we have the
power.