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THE BENNETT BANNER
NOVEMBER, 1958
THE BENNETT BANNER
Published Monthly By The Students of Bennett College
GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA
Ten Cents a Copy
$1.00 Per Subscription
My Trip To Liberia
Myrna J. Lee
Editorial Staff
Editor
Managing Editor..
News Editor
Society Editor
Fashions
Barbara Campbell, '59
Diamia Crosiin, '59
Jean Sparrow, '61
Carolyn James, 'SI
Nancy Kirby, '60
Juanita Spears, '60
Joyce PuUum, '61
EIxchange Editor —
Circulation. ...Elizabeth Daise, '61
Jo Ann Martin, '61
Reporters Marie S. Moore, 60
Mary Boone, '60, Raemi Lancaster, '61, Janie Graves,
'59, Karen Leach ,'60, Desretta McAllister, '62
Advertising Manager Lorene Miller, '62
Typists Barbara Mlilier, '61
Gladys Grant, '59
Keep Our Campus Beautiful
The campus at Bennett College is a beautiful campus.
In order to keep it that way, we must take it upon ourselves
to see that candy wrappers, papers and other trash are kept
off the grass.
Several trash disposals have been placed within a min
ute’s walk at various sections on the lawn; therefore, there is
no need for the careless dropping of discarded trash on the
lawn.
Paved sidewalks lead to and from all building on the cam
pus. Since these have been provided, it is unnecessary to take
shortcuts across the campus, marring its beauty. Cutting
the comers on the green is a childish habit. It disfigures the
campus, leaving an unattractive appearance.
If we keep the above things in mind, our campus wil
remain a lovely one.
A Time To Give Thanlcs
Is Thanksgiving Day every day for you? It should be. Ii
start with thfi^nji^r-he^^t giving tfeanks^i The heart
should be as a cup brimming and running over with thank
fulness. . . ' ^
Should one not be thankful for the mornmg of a new and
beautiful day, a day that one has never seen? No matter
where one is. on a lonely farm or in a crowded city or even
on a college campus and no matter what the weather, brigh'
and warm or cold and wet, there is beauty.
This day is perfect with the coming of the evening, the
wrapping of the world in darkness; then one is wrapped in
restful slumber.
In this time of quiet God “maketh the way perfect.
Therefore, every day should be Thanksgiving day.
Miss Demo and Her Ulcers
One at the things that has
greatly soothed my ulcer condi
tion this past month has been ef
forts made in Memer Hall to
niake life more pleasant. The serv
ing of pop corn at house meetings,
informal meals, and spontafteous
■‘get togethers” should be tried
in all the dormitories.
Korean Girls
The condition that has aggravat
ed my ulcers the most has been
the deplorable condition concern
ing the Korean students. Each of
these girls has a name. Please
learn their names and address
them by name. “That Korean
Rirl” is NOT sufficient. Surely
if you were a minority on a cam
pus, you would resent being called
“that Negro girl.”
Faculty-StafT
The faculty and staff should be
commended on the way in which
they leave the faculty-staff meet
ings held in Holgate Lountje. Most
of them are very successful in
being heard by every girl study
ing in the library (and all at one
time).
Physical Education
Each Bennett student must take
a physical education course for
which she MUST dress oroperly;
she MUST NOT wear her gym
suit to any class, chapel, or the
dining hall; yet she MUST NOT
untidy her room wnile hurrying
1() get dressed in time for the
next class.
After she has thrcKwn her clothes
on (without time for a shower or
even a .sprinkle) she MUST NOT
run in the dormitory or across the
campus to get to class on time
(she MUST NOT be late))
How can this problem be solv
ed? Perhaps if each gym class
were dismissed about ten minutes
before the regular time, a girl
could at least have time to execute
some of these MUSTS and MUST
NOTS.
Raking Leaves
It is true that the campus is
prettier v/ith the leaves removed
from the lawn. But it does seem
to be a waste of time to have
men raking leaves when they are
still falling and recovering the
campus faster then the men rake
them.
The logical thing seems to be
to wait until all have fallen and
let one raking suffice. There are
many jobs the yard crev/ can
undertake in the meantime.
DON’T BE A -LITTERBUG!’
This is the second in a series of
itriicies on the experience.s of
IVtyrna 3. Lee, a freshman, who
has bad an opportunity to travel
abroad.
On June 21, 1957, I arrived at
School, a Methodist - Episcopalian
school run by missionaries, along
wiih all my “junk,” my three sis
ters, and my mother and father.
Father and Mrs. Edwards (Fa
ther Edwards is president of
CuLUngton) greeted us and we
had dinner at their home. About
2;30 I was deposited at the dormi-
Lory, and my parents started oa
Iheir way back home, a trip which
Lakes about two and a half hours.
Afier the usual home sickness
ot a girl her first time ?iway from
home, such as crying, tearing out
ihe hair, etc., I settled down to
become a member of the happy
family ol 24 girls. My rooni v/as
number five, and I had two room
mates, sisters, who were from
Kakata also. We were considered
as ‘‘homies” since we all came
from the same town.
My room-mates, Elizabeth and
Hesta Wood, were very friendly
nd we enjoyed our stay together
very much.
As I arrived on the day that
the second semester was to be^
gm, I had no time for "fooling
around.”
Bright and early Monday morn
ing, Hesta and I went to register.
Elizabeth was a senior and we
were but “freshies” as freshmen
;-re called at Cuttington.
My advisor was Mr. Edmonson
from Arizona who was also one
of the English teachers. He help
ed me to get my schedule prepar-
la and showed me \vhere to buy
the books'and other supplies that
I would need for class.
Class Schedule
My schedule consisted of;
Freshman English, three hours,
freshman history (world), three
hours; history of art, two hours;
current world problems, two
hours; college botany, six hours;
and physical education, one hour.
I had a total of 15 hours.
The faculty members weir(e:
Father Edwards, mathematics
and theology; Father Hicks, the
ology and dramatics; Reverend
Cason, theology and psychology;
Mrs. Kenny, music; Mr. Kenny,
chemistry and physics; Mrs.
Edwards, English; Mr. Clark,
history, current world problems,
and social science; Mr. Mason,
botany; Miss Tisdale, biology; Dr.
Janeike, history of art and an
thropology; Mr. Edmonson, En-
gUsh and literature; Miss Dunbar,
agricult>ure and agronomy, and
Mrs. Cason. (Mn. Mason, Miss
Tisdale, and Miss Dunbar are
Liberians.)
During my stay at Cuttington
(five and one-half months) I met
quite a few people and got to
know a lot about the government
and the culture of the Liberians.
In the dormitory and on the
campus we had dances and parties
as well as studied our lessons.
The senior prom and gradua
tion, of course, were high points
of the year. Elizabeth Wood had
a graduation party and there
were many people present whom
I had met.
Asian Flu
When the Asian flu epidemic
hit Liberia we were in the midst
of a smallpox outbreak. I, of
course, was the first to get the
f.u thereby causing the whole
school to have an epiderriic. Not
only did I contract the Asian flu,
but I contracted malaria along
with it. When I finally recovered,
I was truly a “skinny Minnie.”
Luckily we had just completed
Strength Through Meditation
The year that is drawing toward its close has been filled with
blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. . . .
No human counsel hath devised, nor hath any mortal hand
worked out these great things. They are the gracious gift;; of the
most high God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins,
hath nevertheless remembered mercy. , Abraham Lincoln
Literally Yours
(The following poems by Nancy
Choi, are some of the latest com
posed by her and are a part of a
collection written during her years
at Bennett. The Banner has pub
lished other p oevis written by
Nancy.)
RITA
My fair lady wounded last night
By a blow of my hery.
uita, forgive- me, a mischievouo
lad.
With quick temper and hastiness.
Rita, you are a goddess of my soul
Carved from the Grecian hands.
You came from a far, far land
Across the blue sea.
Rita, you are armless and footless,
jsut your smiles are in eternity.
Rita, blame me, curse, if you wsh.
But your loveliness woos me more.
Rita, you will shine in dignity
and consequnce,
And be iny fair lady ever more.
October 11, 1958
After 1 have broken a
Greek sculpture
WINGS
I often dream of wings of wit
Which bring me up to the air.
To the vast world of my freedom.
I wish to have golden wings,
Magic fantasies of my soul.
From the bounds to a liberty
world.
Wings are light and almighty,
Creation of possibility irom im-
possibility.
Out of destiny to eternity.
Jt was my i childish day
When I saw my guardian angel
Had fetched me a pair of golden
wings.
She whispered to me with secret
voice;
“Sweetie, now you have
wings.”
Alas, but( it was a dream!
Even since, I recall the gracious
lady.
Who is now in heaven; and I sigh
With my limitation of human
physics.
October 30, 1958
Greensboro, N. C.
is coming and old age is
dying.
1 saw the dawn of new, bright day
Peeping from the eastern sky.
When the prophets weni to the
field.
Let us hope and strive for
i.ne betterment of society—
Better mind and better action
Christians, Hebrews, Conlucianists,
iDuddhists, Mohammedans, Hindus,
And all people on earth—black,
yellow, white, and red—
Let us be one and march forth on
the farm of harvesi,
Until the days of paradise!
August, 1958
Lake Gilbert
Wild Rose, Wisconsin
SOCIETY
Do not say me ngain that I must
sihile
•Among the betterness of society.
Society, society, 1 cried—
Tears, agonies, and miseries,
Proud products of human beasts.
People (Tijoy the cliques, parties.
And laugh at others’ achievements.
People’s faith is a flying n;oth
Coated with fancy and fame.
People live today, but not for
tomorrow.
People hate people.
People idll people,
And people eat people.
People say we are reaching the
stars
With that poor humanity.
I saw and visioned the other day.
The calamity of human history,
Falling down to the dark hell
I wish I could yell with all my
heart—
People, awake, awake, new age
the final examinations so I went
home in peace, never to return
to school.
The doctor said that bcause I
was too susceptible to malaria,
I should stay close to my parent.s
so that in the event I had a re
lapse they could properly care for
me.
In the next issue Myrna will
tell of her subsequent stay at
home and her return trip to the
States.
Forfeited
He stood there, his arms hanging
limply at his sides like two dead
branches hanging from a hfeless
iree. His head was bent so low that
nis hairy chin rested on the front
of the faded, wrinkled shirt he was
wearing, riis bowed head clearly
revealed a mass of unkempt, bushy
hair ihat was badly in need of
a clipping. The expression on his
lace revealed no inward feelings
and there was no light in his eyes.
He looked like a man whose very
soul had been injured.
His eyes failed to discern the
people sitting before hiw,^watch-
mg and waiting—waiting p^iei^tjy
Ij, yeti full of anticipation, each
like a cat watching a mouse, ready
to jump at his throat the minute
he moves. The low murmurs that
stiri'ed that little gray room every
now and then were rejected by,
ears thati refused to listen.
He appeared to be almost, at"'
peace and apart from his whole
surroundings. He showed no signs
of recognition for the handsome
middle-age woman wearing a.olue
dress who came up to where he
stood and gently took his Mfeless
arm.
As he was led /it of the room
down the long _narrow hall, he
didn’t turn his head to look around
him. He just walked slowly along,
taking steps like a baby who, just
learning to walk, anticipates a
stumble with each move forward.
The door at which he was
brought to a stop meant nothing to
him. Even when he was led into
the room and placed in the big
comfortable chair near the open
window, he gave no indication of
returning from the little world he
had apparently drifted off into. He
sat there without moving his head,
feet or hands. He didn’t see the
woman leave the room nor hear the
key turn in the door, locking him
on the inside. He just sat there
with that far-away look in his
eyes.
The people who were sitting in
the little gray room rose from their
chairs and prepared to leave. There
was sadness as well as disappoint
ment in their eyes. The handsome
middle-age woman in the blue
dress shook her head in pity. It
was almost a year ago he was
found wandering aimlessly about
the streets. Many people had come
in, hoping to identify him only to
go away with sadness and disap
pointment on their faces. Perhaps
this home for the mentally ill was
where he really belonged.
—Marie Solomon Moore.