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I’ag-e Four THF: BENNETT BANNER DECEMBER, 1942 THE WOES OF A PRACTICE TEACHER KALEIDOSCOPE I No doubt you students have seen a goodly nuni))er of us Seniors trudg- inf? to l)i-eakfast impeccably attired at that dai-kened hour of the “night” we’re even weaiing stockings and “Keiisil)le shoes.” Alayhaps you have interpieted this behavior as a trait of good grooming as pounded into oui- I'^'reshuian skulls a few years back by Miss Flemmie F. Kitti-el. lUit no! 'tis more than that — ’tis the fact that we have heen initiated into that timorous society of Stu dent Teaeheis. Student Teachin,^ carries with it a great deal of glamour — which lasts precisely iiiitil the evening be fore you venture fortli into a class room on your own for the first time! When fii’st the date for your teach ing to begin is announced, it seems like a rather vague dream — your lireparations consist of washing and ironing all your shirts, matching up youi’ skills and sweaters, concocting a mature coiffure, and writing home foi that vital $10 practice teaching fee! "The” day arrives — you probably become abashed by the usual South ern discrimination experience while liding on the bus to your school. . . ! but when in Rome do as the Romans do” (Hm|)h! I!ut the Romans had some sense”). Yonr big moment ar- I'ives when you step across the thres hold. speak to the teacher and then ai'e inti-odui ed to the class. You mumble something which you hope souncls intelligent, try to bring foi'th that disarming smile, and then stumble to a seat in the rear of the loom to (inlet your racing pulse. You ti'y to make out that you don’t notice the little side peeps all the kids in the class are trying to steal at YOU. The first tew days you merely observe to leain technique and the specific problems of that particular class, lint it’s SO HARD to get used to being called MISS So-and-So and sometimes eveii Mrs.! Oh, and the (luestions your pupils can ask! Tf you're teaching elementary grades, they ask if you have, any little boys and girls at home like them—and tiiey tell you “Gee, you’re purty!” If you teach in high school, the older boys still say “Gee, you’re purty!” but they add “How about a date?” The liulletin board is probably youi- first responsibility. You lose all your fi'iends on the campus by , clipjiing their .McCalls and Jjifes be- j fore they’ve seen ’em — you pester them for ideas — at ungodly hours you wake them up to ask how your next day’s unit looks. But the sense ' of pride you experienced the next i day when you see your bulletin board surrounded by interested kids I more than makes up for the trouble that bulletin board has caused. The moment yo.i find 30 young- ! stei’s completely in youi- charge is ' the LONGEST moment of your life! i In the lower grades you probably I j guide a recess or play period first, j You explain the rules of the game I to the children and let ’em romp! All the time you’re trying to remain dignified to show your maturity — underneath that superficial appear ance though you think about all the times you have played that same game — it manages to make you feel mighty ancient! Your first class finds you a robot —moving involutarily to reflex actions alone! Your voice sounds strange in your own ears — you stand liehind the desk until your knees get synchronized. You forget whether you move the decimal point over one or two places in problem Xo. 2. You think about the kind of teacher you don't want to be — then suddenly it all comes back to you—■ the poise that good training and basic pi’eiiaration have instilled in ] you. You’re confident — you step cooly out from behind the desk. In that moment another teacher is > born I Thereafter the days melt into j each other in rapid succession. Monotonous? NEVER! But full ex perience that will perhaps someday make the difference between your being a thorough or an inefficient school marm. The last day rolls around — at one time you thought that day would be a reprieve (prac tice teaching is very taxing especial ly when combined with Mr. Banner's Philosophy!) but when it really comes, you hate to say your last “That’s all, class.” You gather all your belongings and as you walk away from that chorus of childishly trebled “good-byes”, you long to hug ’em all — even the “bad ones”. You manage to turn quickly away — get on your bus and become again just an ordinary Bennett coed — but so much wiser than before! Excitement, excitement, and still more excitement these chilly Decem ber days. Who ever said that De cember was a bleak dreary monthi And as Santa Claus falls down your chimney, once again your Philoso- . her falls right in with him! Homesick because you’re not go ing to be home this Christmas? Don’t be, kids. Yes, I know you’re prob ably sick and tired of hearing people tell you not to be homesick and the only thing you’d really like to do at this veiy moment is to crawl aw'ay in some solitary corner and be AI..GN10. but definitely, with your thoughts of Christmas gone by. It does you good to be by yourselves sometime — l)ut suppose everyone on the campus had that attitude? You might as well be in a morgue as to be gloomy as that! So let’s not be “droops” . . . let’s make our .acation, brief though it may be, a happy one for as many people as possible. Let’s have caroling parties, and dormitory fun, and lots and lots of gaiety. O. K.? Can we count you in?—or will you count yourself out! There seems to be quite a period of readjustment going on right along in through here. No, oddly enough, 1 am not referring to the shortage of coffee or sugar as has every comedian from Fred Allen, to Mr. Dale, but to the general shifting of certain couples that have been practically tradition here on the campus. Whatsa matter? Don’t tell me the Bennett girls are getting u-ar-hysterical? You know it’s rather hard on the girls who sit on desk during calling hours . . . they see a certain fellow come in the door without thinking . ring .the number of the girl he HAS BEEN calling on — but that’s not safe any more. Chances are these days he’s dating someone else all together and there across the parlor sits his old flame with new kindling. Now the Philoso pher isn’t saying that the Bennett girl should confine herself to dat- I ing just one fellow — nay not! — but remember “Tried and true, beats the unknown new.” And so it's good-bye to Mr. ,Iohn G. Turner — it seems that Uncle Sam has greater need of him else where. The best of luck to you, Mr. Turner , . . and thank you for bulld- jiig our radio programs and our publi? relations department into what ;hey have come to be. Miss Cassandra Moore, ’4ri. will be doing the script writing in Mr. Turner's stead wnen the Bennett progiams resume broad cast .lanuary 6, 1943. Any persons interested in helpiitg her out with the typing will lie welcomed srith open arms. The observation of International Student Day was an exceedingly sig nificant occasion and we may add, the occasion for one of Ihj most inter esting chapel periods we’ve had this year. The mere fact that an Aust’.'ian, a Japanese-American, a German reared in Spain, a Cuban, and a Czechoslavakian student could sit together on the rostrum under the American Flag and join in the sin.g- ing of America was in itself impress ive. The guests were students of Guilford College and Greensboro College for women. The statements they made — the things they de scribed made a lasting impression on the Bennett student body. Particular ly the vivid narrative of the Czecho slovakian gill — she told of the day Germany first occr.pied her native country. What had been merely cold headlines in tabloids became, as she spoke, stark tragedy unveiled before us. What kind of Contemporary Af fairs programs do we like? More like this one! Some of the ideas that came out in the class drives to raise money for the endowment fund were really ingenious. The Seniors witii the basketball game versus the Faculty. The Sophomores with the swing ver sion of “Little Red Riding Hood”, and the Freshman with their Variety Show. That vaudeville was “strictly the lick!” The “much, much” talent that we always knew the Freshmen haw was really on parade — in a series of scenes (casting office. Out standing on the program were, Jerry Duffield’s sax playing, Ruth McNeil's rendition of “Withoiit the One You Love”, and the emceeing of Betty Booth. And, Freshmen, it was nice, of you repeat your show fot rlu- campus guests November 2Sth we appreciated your effort. Several girls participated in 'ihe Kappa Alpha Psi Big Broadcast 'eld at A. and T December the y7th. Sara Harris, Priscilla Brown/ and Vermelle Williams were a vAo ac- compained by Betty Ann/ Artis, Olivia Wright accompanie/ Jerry Duffield’s sax playing, and Ruth McNeil again put down a L-'l.e “Eila lobnson” for the folks. The Christmas spirit evidenced by some of the more aggressive Ben- nettites is really gratifying. Take for example the Christmas tree in No; 106 Pfeiffer Hall — D. Lockett and H. Amaker. Their presents have been placed about the tree for a week . . . the atmosphere is any thing but one of two homesick girls. Other rooms on the campus bear interesting Christmas decorations. The dormitory bulletin boards, too. have been more attarctive this sea son than ever before. Well, goodbye for the last time, this venr studen'..^ , T'e back with you in ’43. Sounds good to you Seniors, doesn’t it? I understand- —THE PHILOSOPHER. Alumnae Doings We have quite a bit of interest- in,g information to ()ffer (‘oncerning the Greensboro Senior ('hapter of Ihe Bennett College Alumnae. First of all. we want you to know that this chapter contributed $5 0 in the re cent endowment campaign. number of the alumnae have been teaching in the city school sys tem for ten or more years. After forty years of teaching Mrs. Ella A. Holmes retired last spring. Those still teaching are Miss Ida M. Jones, Mrs. Bessie Rogers, Mrs. Olivia WonuKk. -Mrs, Rena Bullock, and Mrs. Connie Mebane. Mrs. Mamie McLanrin. Mrs. Fanny McCailum and -Mrs, Alice Dean, re ceived honorary Bachelor of Science degrees from P>ennett College in June, l!i42. Mrs. McLanrin is matron of Pfeiffer Hall at Bennett and Mrs. Dean has had three daughters to graduate from the college. Mrs. Grace Brower is a successful business woman and real estate owner of Greensboro. Mrs. Clarice Robinson, after a few years of teaching is now a housewife . . ■ Mrs. Elizabeth Levette has a daugh ter who is now a present member of Bennett’s junior class . . . With more than fifteen years to her credit. Mrs. i>ola Morgan is still teaching at Mt. Airy. N. C. . . , Mrs. Lulu B. J. Daye is owner and manager of the Com munity Store in the eastern section of the city . . . Mrs. Hollie T. Hill is the post-mistress in the Post Office sub-station operated by her husband on E. Market Street . . . . Mrs. Sadie Morgan Young served as office clerk at Dudley High School before taking up residence in New York, From Mrs. Hollie T. Hill. Fi'ances E. Reeves, '42, became the bride of Cyrus Mai'tin Jollivette on December the 2nd. Congratulations, l*''rances! AIJ -MN.VK DOIXGS I.N TIIK ARMV Mess Officer Third Officer Mary L. Lewis, early Bennett gradu ate from Philadelphia. of the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps, has the distinction of being the first Xegro woman to become a mess officer in the Corps. A dietician and nutrion expert in civil life, she Is putting her ability to use in the WAAC the Army way. PLATTER PATTER With Malice Toward None (Continued From Page Three) | it this year done up by the Good man man himself. “Why Don’t You Do Right” with the vocal most cap ably and less suggestively handled by Peggy Lee. Right on it! For you instrumental lovers there’s a w'ild .sax solo on the other side “Six Flats Unfui nished”. W’e all like to know what other young people are doing. Here’s a little bit of info thought you might like to have. Have you heard Charlie Barnet’s arrangement of “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be”? You liked it didn’t you? Well, the com poser of that offtime masterpiece was an Ellington — not the Duke but the younger edition. Mercer! Not bad. eh? Watch out for “Constantly”, and “Velvet Moon”! “Juke Box Saturday Night” by Glenn Miller. ■ Moonlight Mood” by the Ink Spots, “I’ll Pray for You” by the .Andrews Sisters, ‘'I had the Craziest Dream” by Harry James, Nan Wynn singing "Can’t Get Out of This Mood”, “There Are Such Things”, and “Well, Git It” by T, Dorsey, and "I’m Getting Tired So I Can Go To Sleep” by Gene Kruppa. With sincere apologies we offer this bit of parody: “Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the school The girls were real quiet they were playing it cool; The turntables piayed at the sides of their beds While vague visions of home danced around in their heads. Then one bright kid shouted “Let’s make the joint rock! Ma Mac w'on’t mind — it’s just twelve o’clock.” So they changed the tempo and 'Twas nice seeing “Slew” Jackson breeze through on his way to “Uncle”. “Mr. 5 by 5” (Sanders from the “City”) seems to be quite intrigued by Hilda A.—blind dates do work out sometimes don’t tliey? “Parting is such sw'eet sorrow” . . . Shakespeare put that phrase in the mouth of his Juliet. Now ROMEO S. repeats the same speech to E, Anderson. Reason: Uncle Sam’s call ing. General mix-up: Why not flip a coin, Betty Ann A. and Rubye D. Janet, are you slipping or was Bob D. just temporarily “away from home”? Anyway, it’s Bob and K. Jenkins once again. Oh yes! Cpl. John Wright—why don’t you do right? Gloria Dix and F. B. Lea makes one too many. Climax to the football season was -A. and T.’s team falling in Bennett’s dining hall for Thanksgiving dinner —guests of the “Merner gang”. “The last time I saw Paris” is not necessarily a book but the opening lines of Priscilla B. every other paragraph. Gaskins, are knocking at that door again? Every time S. Clarke calls N. Eubanks she has to go' to infirmary tor restoration! I. Collier, is Bob really coming? —“may your days be merry and bright! ’’ Australia Hines has more boy friends than McAithur has troops in Australia — Robert, Charles, Bellinger, ad infinitum , . . There’s a new RAYnbow in Skip’s sky. they jumped it out right Get the idea now, kids — “Merry Christmas — goodnight!” At last a picture of C. Booker’s Curtis appears on the scence. Words unnecessary. All of us get BILLS around Christ mas time—but they aren’t like the ones Kappy is getting from her new account! The long and short of it—E. Har graves and H. Jacobs! “Sai p” Watkins living up to his nickname—out of the frying pan in to that fire! A “chicken” doesn’t necessarily have feathers—eh, Jean Robertson. Judy Warren studies American History like mad these days. Seems as though the chapter under discus sion lately has been President Tyler. Catch on? By the way. Tim’s expect ed to be here during his holidays. Petey Daniels is on ice fellows. She’s got her diamond from Philly. During the “holly days” the “Mighty Ben from Penn” (Maxine’s all) will be a guest on Bennett’s campus. Olivia Wright—you’d better be more carful about your love letters getting mixed in , with your written class reports. What kind of a grade did Dr. Jackson give you? Did that make your balance sheet balance? Brother, the box you sent the kids at Thanksgiving was a culinary masterpiece. Nice seeing Miller Lomax on the campus. Please, when you don’t have any thing else to do, ask Bettye W, what she recently learned in one of her Biology classes. And her a Science MAJOR! It’s rare! With this we leave: Betty Carter did you enjoy the play given by the “Living Madon nas”?
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