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THE VOICE
NOVEMBER 9, 1951
THE WATER IS FINE
The co-ed and fellows often get together on States’ spacious campus
to look into the social affairs of “Mr. So and So.” Here they go.
From left to right the camera caught Mr. Edgar Peoples of Durham,
Miss Lottie Tucker of Halifax, Va., Mr. Leroy Way of East Orange,
N. J., (standing behind bench), and Fayetteville’s contribution. Miss
Odessa Smith.
POET’S CORNER
WHAT DO YOU DO?
What do you do, when you’re alone ct night?
When the stars are shining against the moon’s bright light?
When outside it’s cold, and inside the fire is bright?
When your beautiful day has all but turned to night?
What do you do, my dear?
Everything seems dull, my eyes are \\ et with tears.
Nothing ahead but long, dull, listless years.
Heaven knows I wish, but there’s no one to touch.
I realize now I love you just too much.
How do you feel, my dear?
You’re all alone, with thoughts of each sweet kiss,
You think to yourself, “How could it come to this?”
Yes, the lights are out, and your sp.'r.ts low.
No romance in your heart, no morning glow.
Why not think of me, my dear?
—Ezekiel M. Thaggard, ’55
“What Do You Do?” was a prize winning poem in the Freshman
Talent-Night Program.
Drama Guild
Launches Program
With the new impetus provided
by an ambitious crop of freshman
players, and with a new set of of
ficers, led by sophomore Willie
Carr of Wilson, the Drama Guild
started the ball to rolling on Sep
tember 15 at its initial meeting of
the school year. Already four
plays are in preparation—“The
Fourth Mrs. Phillips”, Senor Free
dom,” “Happy Journey,” and
Eugene O’Neill’s, “Beyond the
Horizon.’
The remaining schedule of
events for the year are: December
2, Fall production, “Beyond the
Horizon”; December 16, Christ
mas play, “Why the Chimes Ring;
January 20, Vesper program; Feb- :
ruary 25, I. D. A. Exchange, j
March 7, Spring comedy; April |
1-29 Spring tours, April 11, Fac-;
ulty play, “Theresa”; April 3-5, Li
D. A. Conference; Fine Arts Week:
May 1-3, N. A. D. S. A. Confer-!
ence; Delegates to Missouri; May:
16, Spring ball; and May 26, Final |
meeting of the year. i
This year’s officers are: Presi
dent, Mr. Willie Carr; Vice Presi
dent, Miss Idell Perry; and Treas
urer, Miss Cleopatra Griswald.
Miss Delores McNair of the De- i
partment of English is working |
with the Guild this year and the'
sponsor and director is Miss Lois
P. Turner, Instructor in English.
SUMMER QUARTER M. A.'s
According: to information received from Mr. Elwood C. Kastner,
Kegistrar and Supervisor of Admissions at New York University,
eight “State” graduates qualified for the Master of Arts degree at
the October convocation, and two others who have completed all
requirements will be recommended to the University Council at
its November meeting, for conferment as of October.
Name Graduated at State New York University
James W. McKoy 1940 1951
Ludie W. Murray 1947 1951
Horace W. Nichols - .1947 1951
Theresa H. Payne . _ 1941 1951
Hazel E. Sampson 1945 1951
Edith D. Shaw . 1941 1951
Esther L. Simmons 1948 1951
George D. Williams 1948 1951
RECOMMENDED AT NOVEMBER COUNCIL MEETING
Myrtle E. Vann 1944 1951
Eula M. Watkins 1941 1951
DING, DONG, DING
Good morning, beautiful bells of mine.
Do you greet me that I may shine
In that history class at nine?
Or to tell me it’s time to dine?
Ding! Dong! Ding!
Do you ring
That I might sing
In that music class of mine?
Or to say that math's is fine, lit divine?
Ding! Dong! Ding!
Do you swing
That chicks may sing
Of the prayers that exams bring?
O beautiful bell of spring.
Ding! Dong! Ding!
-Allen Drew, ’53
A SALUTE TO NEWBOLD
It’s half past midnight when I go to bed.
With thoughts of Newbold ringing in my head.
My roomate is snoring and counting sheep.
While I count children in my selep.
Now early in the morning I arise.
And put out to breakfast with half-closed eyes.
Rushing, pushing, getting things together,
I proceed to Newbold in all kinds of weather.
As I take heart to try those lesson plans
Over there in the corner, my critic teacher stands.
With that plan finished, and my work all done.
Well, here I go to write another one.
—Thelma R. Robinson, ’52