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June-September 1963
THE SPELMAN SPOTLIGHT
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8.00 A.M.
6:30 P.M.
10:30 A.M.
3:00 P.M.
Friday, May 31
Chapel Service—Program conducted by the
Class of 1963 Sisters Chapel
Alumnae Dinner Morgan Hall
Saturday, June 1
Meeting of the
Alumnae Association
^ottin^d
Howe Memorial Hall
. . Rockefeller Steps
Class Day Exercises . .
Ivory Oration
Class History
Bench Ceremony
Class Poem
4:00 P.M. Alumnae Procession with the Classes led by
Spelman Granddaughters and with the
College Students as Escort of Honor,
followed by Planting of the Ivy
Sunday, June 2
3:00 P.M. Baccalaureate Service
(Joint Service with Morehouse College and
Atlanta University)
Address:
Henry P. Van Dusen, Ph.D, President,
Union Theological Seminary,
New York City Sisters Chapel
5:00 P.M. President and Mrs. Manley at Home to Spelman
Seniors and Their Guests, The Alumnae,
Faculty, and Friends . . . Reynolds Cottage
Monday, June 3
10:30 A.M. Commencement Exercises:
Address:
J. Harry Cotton, Ph. D.,
Professor of Divinity, Harvard Divinity School
Sisters Chapel
Conferring of Degrees .... Sisters Chapel
Tommie Hughes.
On June third of this year,
Venecia Gardner and George
Anderson will exchange wedding
vows. George is a native of
Monroe, Louuisiana and a 1962
graduate of Morehouse College.
He is presently employed as a
system engineer for IBM. The
wedding will be performed at
Danforth Chapel and the cere
mony will be performed by our
college minister, Rev. Norman M.
Rates.
On the ninth of June, this
scene will take place in Birming
ham, Alabama. Here Estrelita
Holloway and Barnett Smith, Jr.
will consent to being “man and
wife.” Barnett is a native of
Atlanta, Georgia, and a 1961 gra
duate of Morehouse College. He
is presently employed as a chem
ist for the Government Food and
Drug Administration.
As the cool breezes begin the
spread throughout the country,
during the later part of August
and the early part of September,
Tommie Hughes and Nathenial
Eugene Griffin will join the mar
ried set. Nathaniel is a native
As you can see, this issue of
the SPOTLIGHT is being dedi
cated to the beloved, departing
Seniors. The music department
will be among those weeping for
the departing ones-especially
three of its most outstanding
music majors. We will miss the
sparkling personality of “Miss
Charm”, Sonya Mixon, and the
wonderful piano and violin solos
of Misses Barbara Brown and
Rhoda Horne, respectively.
Barbara Brown has been piano
soloist with the glee club for
three years, a member of the
AMS chorus, the Spelman Col
lege Orchestra, the House Coun
cil, and SNEA during her four
years here. She was secretary
oif her junior class, chimest, and
an honor student. Barbara re
ceived the Lucy Upton Award in
1962. She plans to do graduate
work in Music Educjation at
Teachers College, Columbia Uni
versity or the Manhattan School
of Music.
During her four years at
Spelman, Rhoda has been a
member of the AMS chorus,
Spelman College Glee Club, the
Orchestra, and SNEA. Rhoda,
also, is an honor student and will
graduate as Salutatorian of her
class. Her hobbies are, of course,
playing the violin and piano.
Wagnerian operas and reading
philosophical essays and opera
libretti are among her new in
terests. She plans to do graduate
work in Music Education next
year.
Sonya says that her favorite
hobby is singing and this is
exemplified in the fact that she’s
a member of the Spelman Col
lege Glee Club, the AMS chorus,
and the Chapel Chorus at More
house. Sonya is also a member
of the Spanish club, and the
NAACP. She was assistant se
cretary of her freshman class
and secretary of her senior class.
Sonya, too, is an honor student.
She plans to do graduate work
in Music Education at Teachers
College, Columbia University, this
fall. One wonderful day in June
1964, she will be wed to Mr.
Jerome Goldsboro, a native of
Atlantic City, New Jersey. Jerry
is a veterinary medicine student
at Tuskegee Institute.
We are very proud of Barbara,
Sonya, and Rhoda. We shall miss
them next year and we extend
to them, as we do to all the
graduating Seniors, sincere wish
es for a prosperous, rewarding
future.
Wina & Bett
■ T T — T V T T :
Poet's Corner
EMMS
Goodbye Freedom!
Welcome Happines
It is something about this time
of the year that reminds one of
many exciting and romantic
things. A picnic on some ocean
shore, a moonlit cafe, a walk
through lovers lane, two people
in love, all of these things may
lead to wedding bells and the
marriage vows.
Church bells have already
begun to play that old wedding
song. This scene is taking place
throughout the world. Many
women and gents are hurriedly
preparing their wedding attire.
The young women are waiting
patiently to change their names
from “Miss” to “Mrs.”, and the
fellows are saying good-bye to
bachelorhood.
This scene is taking place on
our campus, too. With graduation
approaching soon, many young
women in the senior class are
preparing to leave the group
labeled “single women”, to join
those of the married set. Three
such people are Misses Venecia
Gardner, Estrelite Holloway and
of Tampa, Florida and a 1962
graduate of Morehouse College.
He is presently employed as a
teacher at Booker T. Washington
Jr. High School in Tampa. The
wedding will take place in
Blytheville, Arkansas on the first
Sunday in September.
To you three young ladies and
your prospective husbands, we
of the Spotlight Staff extend
warm congradulations. We truly
hope that happiness and good
fortune go with you as you ac
cept your new role in life.
J. Bernadine Stith
We Will Remember
We will all remember. . .
Those hot days when stock
ings or socks were required—
for real—no sandals either.
When we had to go to the
Ritz in a herd of six.
When you had to leave the
Ritz in the middle of the climax
(of the picture) —who cared
about the ending—not us—we
were conditioned.
Those nights we had to track
over to Giles to that great “lib
rary”—we were too young to go
over to Trevor Arnett.
Those days—before 4:30 p.m.
—you had to use sign language
to say hello to a Morehouse man.
When you were so hungry you
could eat a plastic bag and found
one in your stew.
When there was a prowler on
campus and you couldn’t sleep
because you were so excited
wondering if he would come to
your dorm next.
Those hot nights you wanted
to go out on the roof, and you
did.
That day your roommate
cleaned up the room and threw
away your freshly written term
paper.
The visitor in Abby who mis
took the fire alarm for the door
bell. . .and rang it—as she came
in—we were going out.
Those nights the library funi-
ture in Abby was rearranged—
purely for sociological reasons—
that couch just didn’t look right
in front of the door anyway.
The night you got special per
mission to stay out until 12:00
and came “home” only to find
the door locked.
That evening at dusk when the
tree behind my date and me
moved and said, “Young Lady’.
PARTING
And parting’s such sweet sorrow.
Said Shakespeare, he spoke so
true.
But go we must tomorrow,
Dear Spelman, adieu.
We knew the day was dawning,
We could feel it deep inside
For our heads gave constant
warning
Though our hearts would not
decide.
Now, in the eve of parting
See the tears we shed for you;
Dear Spelman, it is dishearten
ing,
Oh, Spelman, if you knew.
Jennifer Adhiambe
(Ragwar)
MYSELF
I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as the days go by
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to attend with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.
I don’t want to keep on a closed shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of a person I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself up in a sham.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to think as I come and go
That I’m bluster and buff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself—and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
Edgar A. Guest
(Jhe (Cocul
’Tis a treacherous road I’ve chosen
barren and dark
damp and chilly
Sometimes spouting up jagged peaks to pierce and cut
Sometimes sucking in the soil, making black, empty
caverns.
But still
’Tis a road of my own choosing.
’Tis a lonely road I’ve chosen
with never a brother passerby
except strange and eerie beasts, prowling in the
blackness.
no friendly, cheery sounds
no warm and hearty greeting
But still ’Tis a road of my own choosing
’Tis a woeful road I have chosen
With scattered here and there small pebbles of pain
large stones of grief
and filled with echoes of the baleful moans and
groans
of the aching muscles of time.
But still ’Tis a road of my own choosing.
Mary Gaither