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THE BENNETT BANNER
APRIL, 1957
THE BENNETT BANNER
Published Monthly By The Students of Bennett College
GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA
Ten Cents a Copy
$1.00 Per Subscription
Editorial Staff
Editor
Grace M. Coleman,
•57
Co-Editor
Barbara J. Elliott,
’57
News Editor
Carolyn R. Brown,
'78
Feature Ediotr ^
. ^ Deloris Tonkins,
'58
Art Editor _
Ann Cooper,
'57
Music Editor
... Yvonne Wynn,
'58
Fashion Editor .
...Shirley Sinkler,
'58
Humor Editor
Jamesina Chalmers,
'59
Exchange Editor
Gladys Bridgers,
'57
Business Manager
Kay Turner,
'59
Circulation Managers..
Naomi Hazel,
'58
Barbara Davis,
'57
Typists
Frances Thurston,
'58
Mary Branch,
'57
Virginia Smith,
'57
Virginia Holland,
'57
Reporters
Ruthello McCoy,
'58
Diamia Croslin,
'59
Betty Middleton,
58
Advisor
iM(r. William 1. Gibson
Spring Cleaning
Spring is evident to everyone even more significantly each
day. The coming of one of our favorite seasons brings with it
an increasing number of campus activities.
Retrospectively, we can look back at such events of the
foregoing school year as the inauguration, Living Madonnas,
Christmas choir concert, birthday dinners, Senior Day activi
ties, and the Annual Home-Making Institute, and realize that
each of us has been a vital part in the making of history here
at Bennett.
Spring has often been associated with the cleaning of
homes throughout the nation. Home-makers everywhere have
somehow come to accept the coming of Spring as a time to
give their homes the thorough cleaning that has often been
neglected through the course of their busy year. We as stu
dents might, in keeping with this custom, take this oppor
tunity to give our minds a “spring cleaning.”
Each of us should attempt to evaluate our minds. Have we
utilized these God-given gifts to their best advantage, or have
we continually done only the necessary amount of thinking?
Do we “think” only enough to remember to get up each day,
go to bed each night, and eat, or instead, do we constantly
strive to penetrate the world of the “whys” and basis behind
the beliefs and conclusions of others?
These questions are to be answered by each individual, for
only at the conclusion of such a preliminary evaluation of
yourself will you be able to prepare for the “Spring Clean
ing” your mind deserves.
—The Editor.
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Marshals...
Our Tradition
The Marshal Board was or
ganized about twelve years ago,
when the late President David D.
Jones saw the need for the ser
vice of the girls during various
occasions. Mrs. Raiford was at
that time made supervisor of the
group which consisted of eight
people: she is still supervisor of
the board.
The purpose of the Marshal
Board is to aid in creating a pleas
ant atmosphere at all times during
vesper services, lyceum programs,
and other campus and public af
fairs at which time it shall be
asked to serve.
After a period of time other
girls were chosen by their classes
to serve on the board. Special in
stallation services were held to en-
ist all new members. The persons
being installed pledged to their
classes, to work sincerely, striving
ilways to be loyal, dependable, and
true. They pledged to improve
themselves, to use good judgment,
to keep people from violence and
confusion. As a result of their ser
vice and achievement, other girls
were stimulated and wanted to
Decome Marshals.
In order to give more girls an
jpportunity to serve on the Mar
shal Board, the Auxiliary Marshal
3oard was established, operating
Dn the same basis as the Senior
Board.
Just as it is now, the marshals
were required to attend all meet-
ngs which were held twice a
month. However, meetings are now
held once a month. A small fee
jvas paid at each meeting. Mem-
oers having three absentees dur-
ng a semester are dropped from
the board.
The attire for the marshals has
remained the same throughout the
;welve years of existence. Black
dresses and shoes are worn from
September to Easter, and there
after the marshals wear white
dresses and black shoes, always
without adornment.
The organization now consists of
twelve seniors, nine juniors, and
seven sophomores. They are elect
ed by the president and sponsor of
the Marshal Boards. The election
takes place at the time of the other
student elections. Girls are some
times nominated by a board of
properly qualified persons, elected
by the classes, or elected by the
Marshal Board itself.
Officers of the Board are elected
annually by members of the board
on the day set aside by the Student
Senate. The president and vice-
president must be members of the
Senior Class, having been mem
bers of the Marshal Board for two
years, and also, having an average
scholastic standing. The secretary
must be an upperclassman and a
member of the board for two
years.
A graduating senior marshal is
entitled to an award at the end
of the school year.
—^Phebie L. Ewings
JUST LIKE AT HOME—Three Bennett Home Economic seniors
who spent six weeks in residence in the Home Management House
at the college listen while their counselor, Miss Anna Camp, reads
the names of some of the persons who have signed the guest hook.
Left to right: Misses Marion Moore of Marshall, Missouri; Gladys
Bridgers of Wilson, and Ann Cooper of Glendale, Ohio.
MORE LIKE THEE
Lord, make me as high as moun
tains,
Let my thoughts flow pure as from
fountains;
Then richer and sweeter my life’d
be.
If I were more like Thee.
Lord, make me as straight as the
pine,
My ways forever upright like
Thine,
Then a cleaner life I’d lead,
Always helping someone who’s in
need.
—Author unknown.
A Letler To The Editor
Dear Editor:
It seems to me that one of the purposes of a liberal arts
college should be to aid its students in becoming mature
young people, capable of making wise decisions when faced
with choice.
I can see, therefore, why we were required to attend the
discussions which were a part of the Home-Making Institute.
However, I cannot understand why we, as students, were not
permitted to choose the discussion group of our particular
choice. This may not seem important to those who made the
decisions for us, but to the student this small courtesy would
have been appreciated very much.
How can we learn to accept great responsibility if we are
denied such small amounts of freedom?
—Veronica A. Shipley.
A View
From Above
Just the other Sunday, quite
suddenly I decided to explore the
Bennett College chapel. Since I
was already in the vicinity of this
structure, I slowed down, cut off
my jet fluid and went in. On my
arrival I was frightened by the
clanging of a bell outside, and
the thunderous roar of the organ.
Composing myself, I continued
down the aisle to find a quiet spot
to park. I had quietly adjusted
myself in one of the pews near
the front, when a young woman
garbed in a black robe with a
three-cornered hat rudely pushed
me out of her way. My feelings
were hurt. She turned beamingly
around and stated to her friend on
the next row, “Did you see that?”
They giggled together and I de
parted in shame. It then occurred
to me that perhaps I was not prop
erly dressed for this service. This
could not be, since I had on my
very best outfit and I had given
myself a special Sunday scrub.
After wandering around a while I
decided to try again. It entered
my tiny brain that maybe there
were special seats for visitors like
myself, so I zoomed off in search
of them. Sure enough I found my
self a spot where I could see
everything perfectly. Although
facing a large body of women was
never a choice position with me,
I took this under consideration and
pictured myself as an extra special
guest. What an array of things I
saw. Garments of all descriptions
and colors; long feathers, wide
hats, large bags, dangling earrings,
sparkling stones, just everything!
I was sorry 1 had not thought to
bring my camera. There was some
thing that puzzled me. Who were
those girls in black? They must
have been something special.
As the music sweetly filled the
building I relaxed and settled back
to enjoy the afternoon’s speaker.
From the rear more special guests
came to join me. These people I
liked, because they did not crudely
push me, but I was given a gentle
pluck. I moved my coat a little
and settled softly back in my
seat. Now the program began. Such
singing I had never heard before
and how erect they marched. I
listened attentively to everything.
From somewhere I heard a
cracking sound and bouncing down
the aisle came the girls in black.
Now I knew their purpose. It was
indeed regrettable that I had only
one coin with me for the offering.
For some reason the girls refuse
to bring the plate to the special
guests. However, two of the guests
decided to make their offering
when the girls came up on the
platform.
It was then that I ventured
forth with my one coin. Obviously
it was not welcome at that mo
ment because the choir began to
What Is Home?
A London magazine asked the
question, “What is home?” Seven
of the answers, which the editor
called “Gems” were selected and
published as follows:
Home—a world of strife shut out,
a world of love shut in.
Home—the place where the small
are great and the great are
small.
Home—the father’s kingdom, the
mother’s world, and the
child’s paradise.
Home—the place where we grum
ble the most and are treat
ed the best.
Home—the center of our affec
tions, round which our
heart’s best wishes twine.
Home—the place where our stom
achs get three square
meals a day and our hearts
a thousand.
Home—the only place on earth
where the faults and fail-
failings of humanity are
hidden under the sweet
mantle of charity.
PRAYER FOR PATIENCE
Sometimes I am impatient, God
. . . I do not want to wait ... To
gain a special goal in life . . . Or
meet a certain date . . . Sometimes
I am impetuous . . . .And now and
then I fret . . . Because I have not
gotten all . . The things I want to
get . . . And so today I ask You
for . . . The patience that I need
. . . To cope with every hope I
have . . . And every wishful deed
. . . Please teach me, God to take
my time . . . And let the days ful
fill . . . My fondest dreams accord
ing to . . . Your good and holy will
. . . Give me the patience to go on
. . . Through struggle and through
strife . . . And in my poor and
humble way . . . To preserve in
life.
sing. So back I went to my wee
spot on the platform.
When the speaker began his ad
dress such rattling, giggling, twist
ing and turning I had never seen
in my life. In order to get a better
view I immediately moved down
to a better seat among this amus
ing audience. Surprisingly, my ar
rival called for an all-out side
show among the girls. Ducking
and dodging flops of their bags
and program cards, I decided to
elevate myself to a higher level. It
was here that I saw a delightful
sight.
There were feathers that bounc
ed on sleeping heads and wide hats
that covered closed eye lids. Hymn
books served as arm rests, while
in some cases the pages were used
as note paper. The soft giggles
and the gentle roar that met me
in mid-air confused and frightened
me. It was then that I decided to
leave for home. With so much con
fusion on the inside, I decided to
go out. Of course I will come back
real soon, whenever the girls get
accustomed to me. After all, I
travel this way quite often, sinOe
I am a WASP.
—Barbara J. Elliott, Co-Editor