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Page 2 THE SPELMAN SPOTLIGHT December 16, 1960 Z)he Spotlight Stall Editor-in-Chief Venecia P. Gardner Art Editors Johnny Price and Beverly Pratt Literary Staff _ Barbara Adams, Lucia Holloway, Eleanor Hinton, Lorna Wilson, Nellie J. Kelley, Mary Gardner and Alice Morgan. Typists Gwendolyn Greene, Estralita Holloway, Hattie Shannon, Nelda King and Barbara Brown. Faculty Advisor ... Marjorie Spring Chairman of Publications Norma J. Wilson Publication Office, Lobby of Packard Hall—Phone JA. 4-3005 The opinions expressed in THE SPOTLIGHT are not neces sarily those of the editors and staff. On Snap MID-WEEK SERVICE By Eleanor Hinton For the past few years, Mid- Week Service has been held weekly. Every Thursday night in Howe Hall you can worship and pray with your fellow class mates. The services are not only held for the purpose of worship and prayer, but also to acquaint you with other religions and with the cultural aspects of Christianity. The Mid-Week Service Council, which is made up of representa tives from each dormitory, serves as a steering committee. The Council plans interesting skits, talks, religious movies, and al bums for our services. During the year, each dormitory has the op portunity to take charge of a service. These weekly meetings are not compulsory; however, the majority of students who at tend the services find them very enlightening. HIGHLIGHTING . . . JOHNNY BULLOCK By Barbara J. Adams One of the very interesting young men at Morehouse College is Johnny Bullock, a senior from Durham, N. C. Mr. Bullock is majoring in mathematics and minoring in ed ucation. After graduating from Morehouse, he plans to do his graduate work at Atlanta Uni versity or at some college in North Carolina. Besides serving as president of the Morehouse student body, he is also a member of the YMCA, NAACP, Committee on Appeals for Human Rights, and the Psi Chapter of the Omega Psi Phi Fraternity. Among his major interests are music, model airplanes, electric motors, and, of course, the Omega Psi Phi Fraternity. Mr. Bullock was one of the many students in the University Center who participated in the “Jail-without-Bail” movement in October. He feels that staying in jail was an experience in which one could look at oneself in dif ferent way and think about who one really is and whether he truly believes in what he is doing. He felt that he emerged from the ex perience with a new outlook on life. The writer of this article could characterize in many favorable ways Mr. Bullock, but it is suf ficient to say that he is very friendly, interesting to converse with, and definitely an asset to his college an dhis fraternity. The SPOTLIGHT staff wishes Johnny Bullock the best of luck in all his endeavors. Spelman Employees The Spelman Spotlight in the following articles gives recogni tion to those who are neither classified as students, faculty, or staff members but who have major roles in making our living conditions here at Spelman com fortable and sanitary. "LAUNDRY AND DRY CLEANING SERVICE" Mr. A. M. Gamble, a native of Arkansas, husband of Mrs. Sarah Gamble, and father of six chil dren, has served as Superinten dent of the Spelman Laundry and Dry Cleaning Service for a period of ten years. He attended a Laundry and Dry Cleaning School in Scargo, Illinois and received some ad ditional knowledge of this trade during his six-year period in the United States Army. After his discharge from the Army, Mr. Gamble continued his education by attending the Bradley School of Accounting for four years. • • * Mrs. Needie Belle Session, a widow and native of Georgia, has served for six years as the Ass’t Superintendent of the Spelman Laundry and Dry Cleaning Service. Mrs. Session is the mother of one daughter, Connie Session, who attended Clark Col lege. Mrs. Session stated that she likes her work very much, as well (Continued on Page 5) ‘‘Be not like dumb driven cattle; be a hero in the strife. . .” Long fellow’s words can certainly be applied to my dilemma. When I first arrived at Spel man College, I made many snap decisions. Decisions I regret al ready. I didn’t want to stay; I hated the rules; I didn’t get along well. You see, I was a perfect misfit. I regarded myself as “What’s Happening.” I went around dis gruntled and wearing my best chip on my shoulder. One day an upperclassman sensed my unhap piness. Instead of cheering me or pampering me, she just plainly said I was not worthy of being a “Spelman Girl”. I was deeply hurt, but how could a demon like me show it? So I kept my false pride. False indeed it was be cause I wanted so much to be a “Spelman Girl”. Finally, I changed my attitude, and I saw that others changed theirs toward me. So you see, it isn’t the best policy to make Snap Decisions. oj! mad (For Girls Only) By Thomas E. Weatherly, Jr. He told her, “my love knows no end I love you with all my heart” But Christmas came, and then He and his money couldn’t part. He said he’d buy castles in Spain And silks and furs for her But when Christmas came again He was just a blur Everyday he’d visit the campus She was his love, his pride, But then his spirit went dampus Along came another Christmas- tide. Love is strong The longer It is until Christmas. Nothing Can Be Truly Great Which Is Not Right operation crossroads By Carol Ann Jackson This past summer I was a participant in a work-camp project called “Operation Crossroads — Africa.” This group consisted of one hundred eighty students from various regions of the United States and Canada, who were of varied races, religions and creeds. My group, which had its projects in the Republic of the Cameroun, consisted of thirteen American students, three of whom were Negro, our Canadian leader, fifteen Cam erounian students, and a dozen masons. The camp actually lasted five weeks; however, the entire trip was ten weeks long. The goal of the project was to establish a better relationship between Africa and the United States. I, personally, feel that we attained our goal, but on a smaller scale. The rapport which we established between the African students and ourselves was very rewarding. The members of my group shared some very exciting times together. Our first really enjoyable event was the mammy- lorry ride from Yaounde, the capital of the Cameroun, to the Batouri, our camp site. After a fifteen-hour ride on muddy, gul- ley-filled roads, a two and a half hour wait at a rain-barrier and other necessary detainments, we were ONLY five hours late. Coming back, the trip was much easier. “Camp” was a girls’ dorm, a boys’ dorm, a kitchen, a mess- hall shed and the site for the chapel which we were to build. Kitchen duty (for the girls) began at 5:30 every morning, and at 6:30 in the evening. As we had no prepared building materi als, except concrete blocks and lime, we had to dig our own sand out of water holes, dip our water, mix the cement, con crete and mortar. For the first two weeks we even had to crack rocks, but, then, realized that a rock-crushing machine was much better. The chapel was a huge one-room church. I have already received a letter from the Camerounian pastor of that church stating how very much our work there was appreciated by the people of Batouri. A memorable event was the talent show we gave on the steps of the City Hall: folk songs, Nego spirituals, rock’n roll songs and dances. The people seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Our delicious meals at noon consisted of Manyok, a starchy root, boiled like potatoes; Fou-Fou, a bread made by soaking Manyok until it rots, and letting it dry in the sun, then boiling it until it becomes a thick, colorless, tasteless mass, and meat with highly-peppered sauce. The native women would bring the food on their heads from as far as five miles away, singing and dancing as they came. The fruit: mangoes, papeas, avocados and bananas were supplied from our own yard or nearby. So I ate fruit all summer. The experience gained from this camp was as profitable for us, the American students, as for the African students. I learn ed to live with people of not only a different race (within my own group), but also of a different nationality, thought, customs, etc. Just as I thought it would, seeing Africa for myself made me appreciate their culture, as well as being able to associate myself with them through origin. Leaving Batouri and the beautiful church which to me is a small symbol of international brotherhood, we returned to Ya ounde and finally had to leave the Cameroun. We visited the beautiful cities of Accra, Ghana and Lagos, Nigeria be fore taking the plane to London where we spent a week of leisure. Finally, completely fatigued, but quite ecstatic in com paring our group projects with those of other groups, we re turned home from a thoroughly delightful and educational summer experience. Thehe, is q whole* lot of &KaK jng going o n v Just go Or\ cjncl bl'6alC I aint Sluin' ifi, though- 11