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November, 1967
THE SPELMAN SPOTLIGHT
Page 5
From The 'House'
Don’t Quote Me
Morehouse College is now
in the process of planning the
best homecoming celebration
that the Atlanta University
Center has seen in a long time.
The machinery is in motion
and the committee chairmen
are working to coordinate this
November 18th event. The
only problem is that they are
evidently keeping the whole
affair a secret, even from those
of us who attend Morehouse.
Anyone attempting to find
out exactly what to expect for
homecoming, aside from the
name of our opponent which,
incidentally, is Fist University,
wlil find that no one is quite
sure. All plans are carefully
stamped with the label TEN
TATIVE. I even made a vain
attempt to locate this gentle
man, but with no success.
Yet, despair not fair ladies,
I was able to come up with a
brief outline of the events of
the homecoming week. This
year, the Maroon and White
H omecoming will revolve
around an Egyptian theme. On
Friday, November 17th, the
annual coronation of the
queens will take place in the
Samuel Archer Hall. This will
be followed by the homecom
ing parade Saturday morning,
November 18th. Later on Sat
urday, we will defeat Fisk Uni
versity in our homecoming
football game. The activities
will reach their climax with
the Maroon and White Ball,
Saturday night in Samuel
Archer Hall on the Morehouse
College campus.
It is still too early to say
that these are the final plans
for homecoming, but they are
intended to inform you young
ladies that we of Morehouse
are not sitting idly by and let
ting this day creep upon us.
To date, the Maroon Tigers
have a 1-4 record. After beat
ing Lane College in our sea
son’s opener 14-12, we were
defeated by Hampton Institute
40-21, Tuskegee Institute 21-
14, Alabama State 25-8 and
Clark College 27-12. The lat
ter was the hardest to digest.
The scores are not indica
tive of the brand of football
which this year’s Maroon
Tigers have played. We have
a team comprised, for the most
part, of freshmen. We are ex
pecting a lot of action from
our team in the remaining
games and know that the
women of Spelman share our
optimism.
I, personally, apologize for
not being able to give more
positive information about the
homecoming events, but then
we wouldn’t be able to surprise
you with anything. We have a
“secret weapon” designed to
really turn you young ladies
on. So be prepared for the
thrill of your lives when Nov.
18th rolls around. With no
more of my tedious delay, I bid
farewell.
—William H. Cain, III
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Your Man Next?
Hippies
Explored
Newsweek, for the week
ending October 30, explores
the bizarre world of the hip
pies. Since the murder of Linda
Fitzpatrick, daughter of an
affluent Greenwich, Connecti
cut businessman, an element of
fear has entered the “Happy
Haven of Hippieland.”
J. Anthony Lukas, writer for
the New York Times, wrote a
story on the tragic death of
Linda Fitzpatrick, which was
installed in the Atlanta Con
stitution on October 19-21.
The series traced Linda’s life
from the moment she decided
to leave home to hours before
her naked body was found
sprawled on the floor in a
Greenwich Village apartment.
The drugs, wild “scenes” and
emotions to which Linda was
exposed after she left the pro
tective haven of home were
made very realistic by Lukas.
On the local scene, Michael
Palmer, writer for the Atlanta
Constitution, lived with the
Atlanta hippies for five weeks
while he wrote his week series
(October 18-24). Being dub
bed as “Colors,” Palmer be
came an accepted hippie as he
participated in love-ins and
became friends with “Mother
David,” hippie leader in At
lanta.
Other recommended read
ings : Look Magazine, week
ending October 23, article on
Black Students on White
Campuses.
Esquire: chart on Black
Power. —Melody McDowell
They are the lonliest guys
in the world. Their lives are
more fragile than the roses
they send you; their courage
more strong than the countries
that bore them. But their fate
is more touching than the
thought of war itself. They are
symbolic of religion—faith in
uncertainty. They forfeit all
they have, their lives. They are
men of war.
Women help fight the war,
too. The arm that holds a pen
to say “I miss you. I pray for
you,” is a cannon it itself and
it keeps many a man alive. A
letter is a small means of work
ing toward peace, but it helps.
We are blessed to be born
women, but sorry souls if we
don’t care to keep our men
alive. They die for us but, we
don’t say ‘Hello’ to them.
Make a soldier lying in a
swamp hole smile. Write him
a letter. Make a Marine hit
the shores with new hope.
Send him a picture. Make a
sailor in the Gulf of Tonkin
feel cared for. Bake him some
cookies. Don’t let them lose
faith in us. In us lies their
faith in living.
You may not know any fel
lows over there at the moment,
but your guy may be next. You
don’t have to back your coun
try, but you must back the
boys. You don’t have to be in
love with them, but if you want
to know what the papers don’t
tell you, write them. If you
want a clear conscience, do it
today. There is no tomorrow
for so many. Two stamps a
month is a small sacrifice com
pared to hundreds of lives a
week. Show your concern as
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From Pee King
Some interesting things have
been going unnoticed around
here. Let me tell you a few
of them:
About two weeks ago a cer
tain house mother was seen
trying to get into her first floor
window. Incidentally, it was
past the one a.m. curfew.
Three hours later she was able
to unlock her door and walk
in after one of the girls had
awakened Mr. Wilson to get
the key. You see, the night
watchman was afraid to bother
him.
Then one day last week I
was starving as usual. So, I
went to the snack shop, or
dered a hamburger, paid 300
for it, walked to a table, put
it down, pulled out a chair,
sat down, reached for it; but,
I was too slow. An empty
orange juice carton, which sat
there proudly with many other
trashy friends, had gobbled up
my only chance for survival
’til dinnertime. Many tears,
friends, many tears.
Check this conversation I
overheard:
One roach to another: Man,
where you going with all them
bags?
Other roach: This Packard
place is just too dirty for me.
I’m moving to Manley!
But yesterday was just too
much. 11 a.m. coffee break.
Back over to the snack shop I
trotted, purchased a cup of
coffee, then gaily pranced back
to my room to savor that won
derful sweetened, colored wat
er. Didn’t make it—one of
those days! The very intelli
gent person who waited on me
poured the coffee, filled it with
cream, (?) allowed me to put
sugar in it, then very kindly
put it in a bag because it was
raining. Just outside the dorm
door, I felt this warm trickle
down my leg. You can imagine
how I felt (??!#*%!’??). Ex
planation: No top on the cof
fee.
Have you been to a Spelman
Faculty meeting lately? They’re
held daily in the South end of
the Senior Dining Room.
Warning: To minimize infiltra
tion, teachers sit 6 to 9 per
table.
That reminds me of some
thing else. One Sunday after
noon, the residents of Manley
Hall gave a Get-Together Tea
for the new faculty members.
The girls who were brave
enough to wander in to meet
these people baby-sat. Re:
Closed conversations. Guess
we’ll have to set SIC (Spelman
Integration Corps) in motion
to break down the barriers
around here.
Well, let me run to the dorm
and sleep on Chapter 10 in
that book I was supposed to
be reading. I’m working on my
mid-term neurosis.
See yah!
