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Even The Poets Are In Revolt (Voice Of The St. Augustine’s Poet) Niggers Are Happy BY CYRIL BURKE Cascade-lotloned fingers tear down upon me ripping at my given manhood tearing reporting on every piece of black male flesh collected visiting the sheltered urban sanctuaries of the wanted. Black smiling Spartans watch the burning of the coincidence of life tears for the dead. Urban Renewal and THE DAILY NEWS prints the story that THE NIGGERS ARE HAPPY. This Fate BY CREFTON HANNIBAL What have I done to deserve this fate? Locked In a country. With a devil at the gate And a gun In his hand Too-a dog at his side How do I get to the golden land? Easy Baby Easy Baby Save me - I’m sober Help me - I’m blue, My mind Is at ease I’m plagued with disease. Why am I cold? How come I sweat. Have one more sip You’re sure to regret. Open the window My mind Is afloat, My heart Is aloof Why blow my mind? Don’t stomp my feet this Merry day; I’m sure to repeat. ^ CREFTON T. HANNIBAL Of Tall And Time BY EDDIE EUBANKS The leaves are turning colors of the rainbow Doing their best to let you know, That summer Is gone and fall Is here, The most beautiful time of the year. Sunlight flashing through gold en leaves, Reflecting the way that you sometimes feel. Like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower. You exist for the minute and live by the hour. Time Is patient never ceasing Life Is demanding constantly seeking That new horizon that next plateau, Led by fires of undylnghope. Who Am I? What Do I Life Want? BY LILLUN BURRUS Emergence from a mother’s womb, Ignorance Is your'home. No thoughts or cares can bother you, TUI old knowledge takes her cue. She wraps you In her skepticisms, Of which you escape only through your wisdom. You reject the hand that keeps snatching your time, And who keeps playing tricks on your mind. You want to grow up. And be able to fill your own cup. Yet you are scared out of your wit, For this old world really gives you a fit. Still old time will not be cheated. And doesn’t seem to care how you are treated. He dishes his portion out In great lumps. You’ll be knocked and jarred with many bumps. Alas, you try to take life with a smile, Sometimes you wonder If Its worthwhUe. It may be good. It may be bad, Your success depends on how well you are clad. Black Boy In “68” BY DANNY SCARBOROUGH Black Boy, Black Boy, just where’ve you been. And did you find your bearings there? “I’ve been on the streets of Detroit and Newark, I’m a man from Orangeburg and Wallace’s brother.” Black Boy, Black Boy, now that you’re back. Are you Afro, or Negro, Soul-Brother or Black? “Can’t figure It out --- who I am that Is, It’s hard — you see— my searching for me.” Black Boy, Black Boy, your Image Is hazy. Who are you, how are you ^ who urges you on? “Not who, but what, your question should be. The what Is my pride In my l>elng me.” Black Boy, Black Boy you’re crushed by the crowd. You’ve found the masses but lost your way. "You wouldn’t understand and I doubt If you’ve tried, But it’s tomorrow’s todays which define yesterday.’* Black Boy, Black Boy, don’t you know. You can’t make an Image -- being an Image yourself? "Who needs the Image, I crave respect. An awareness that I’m Important too.” Black Boy, Black Boy, what’s respect to you, Can you buy It or wear It, does It register a vote? “JJespect, my friend. Is hard to define. Yet, a lack of It causes seasonal quakes Watts— Ole Miss.— Detroit— Newark-- Orangeburg— Raleigh? My Heart BY GIGI McDOWELL BY EDDIE EUBANKS I can feel, I can be felt I can sense, I can be sensed I can get angry, I can make others angry, I can laugh, I can cry I can enjoy, I can despise I am no genius, I am no moron I can give respect, I can receive respect I believe In God, If He Is dead then so am I I want happiness, I want se curity I want to know that my son will not have to struggle as I have, I want to love and be loved by a woman who believes that there Is a tomorrow; and who does not believe that life’s problems disappear by denying their existence. Who am I? What do I want? I am a Negro. I want the chance to live to the extent that all of my potentialities as a human be ing are realized, where ever I am, not as a Negro, but as a man. Lonely Man BY LEWIS BONDS JR. In the mist of the valley below; Can a man all the world should know; Through endless journey the goal he seek; His loneliness, he could nev er defeat; No girl. No woman, No lady, they say; Could end the loneliness, this man protake; Though time and time, and days as he prayed; The agony of loneliness, he could never overtake; Now asleep In his bed and dreaming away; Oh, Loneliness, Oh Loneliness, wliy can’t I toss you away; I’m a nun, living day after day; " lio dro.»nied I was a man with a lonely wav? Society News THE BELLS ARE RINGING THE PEN OF SAINT AUGUSTINE’S COLLEGE ANNOUNCES THE MARRIAGE OF MISS CAROLYN MILLER, CHEERLEADER, MEMBER OF COLLEGE CHOIR, HEALTH AND PHYSICAL EDUCATION MAJOR, SPECIAL ASSISTANT TO MISS PINCKNEY, AND SENIOR AT ST. AUGUSTINE’S COLLEGE TO DONALD “CHEYNEY” DAVIS, FORMER TRACK STAR AT ST. AUGUSTINE’S AND A SOPHOMORE ENGINEER MAJOR AT ST, AUGUSTINE’S COLLEGE ON FRIDAY, MARCH 29, 1968 AT 5:30 P. M. IN THE COLLEGE CHAPEL PAM’S BOLD PEN My heart being a wild, wild wave reaches hopelessly toward the shore. My heart being only a seed, lies beneath the earth struggling up'painfully to reach the glorious rays of the sun. My heart finds itself a young bird lost in a storm tripped in cave only to await fate. My heart feels It’s only a babe crying out fearfully in the night because it’s afraid and alone. My heart being only as durable as a bluebird’s egg can be broken to form a sheer tragedy. Though I find my heart as young as the first spring flower it evolves Itself as being as cold as a wintery day and as old and worn as a weather worn house haunted with such ghost as hope and most toublesome of all the ghost of love. LIFE OR DEATH Among those living we find there are the dead. How can this be so, lor we are so certain that to live is a beginning and to die is the end of it all. What is living? Is it not to look for death? To challenge death? To wait fearing death? Of course it is! Living then is a great expectation. Today and Tomorrow BY GIGI McDOWELL Why live only for today, when tomorrow Is what you look forward to! Though living today, yes, you are looking with emphasis on tomorrow. But why? Is it not a complete task to journey through this existing turmoil rather than looking into a brttomless pit of tomorrow? It is definitely bottomless until it Is today or yesterday and being a holder of all these crowning titles it is still the bottomless pit of tomorrow. Constantly rising and falling with no thought for or of its followers ,who keep tabs on their own private stock market. So why live only for today; are you afraid of the challenge of living 'for both today and tomorrow in peace and Joy? Besides tom.orrow Is pending and will exist even without your wanting, helping or even your t)elng. THE CHALLENGE FOR KNOWLEDGE The tentacles of learning attack my brain like the snakes of Medusa My shattered nerves are crushed by unceasing cannons of pain Till Perseus and his shield appear To arrest the darts of confusing facts And my mind digests knowledge Painlessly! The Long Sleep BY LILLIAN BURRUS Bertha with her rust brown hair. And tinted skin that looks so bare. I wonder where she’s going today. I hope that she’ll enjoy her stay. She came to us so long ago. From that dark world so far below. I don’t want her to go back again. For she was beginning to be my friend. Bertha, Bertha, wake up, I shouted. Poor Bertha, she couldn’t be routed. Hurry, I said, before the wagon gets here. Bertha, I want to keep you near. Oh well, there Is no use trying. I guess I’ll just drown In my crying. Old Bertha really left me today. She’s cold now and can’t hear what I say. Lent Time, Gloom Time BY PAM BRITO It’s almost that time when dances will be unheard of, for Lent is on Its way. St. Au gustine’s College, being an Episcopalian Institution, cele brates 40 days in respect of Christ. At this time danc ing and gay times are forbid den. There are disadvantages be cause of this gloom time: peo ple that are non-Episcopalian do not understand this devoted celebration, couples have a lot of idle time, and they began to act up. I believe that St. Augustine’s could be described as a "Black Morgue” at this time, for everyone is actually l>ored. I believe that many tradi tions have been made on old campuses. But I think that it’s honestly the student who should decide what he wants to give up for Lent and not the school. The Pen Vine: Falcon Fury BY MISS BAKER HALL Who is Mr. Cadillac who has his paws into new Miss Man hattan for the purpose of mak ing Miss Elizabeth City jeal ous? Baker Hall was in an uproar Valentine’s night. Who In 0-1 cried...Nobody loves me? Poor Richard!!! Poor Richard!!! just because he stands 6’ 6” and you only 5’ 4” fight for your singer. ‘ ‘When the cats away the mice will play.” Won’t they, Harold? Who Is this long-legged basket ball player who has made a comback on little Miss May Queen? Tomorrow’s Housing BY DOROTHY YATES Dr. James E. Montgomery, Professor of Housing at Vir ginia Polytechnic Institute spoke at St. Augustine’s Col lege Feb. 16, on the topic "To morrow’s Housing and Some of the Problems Faced.” The main problems of to morrows housing is niost con cerned with housing problems in large cities. Basically, the central problems centered a- round the varieties of sounds of the cities such as noise, the pollution of water, crime in the streets, and the search for identity. The causes of these problems are the result of people’s values. The people on a whole, are no longer concern with the broad er conditions*of the world. Their immediate concern is with themselves. Other problems were the need to belong; theproblemsofhous ing which affect the self-con cept; and the problem of psy chological stimulation which results from a variety of sights and sounds. What is needed, according to Dr. Montgomery, is to take a technological approach in the building of houses. Another approach to this problem would be to establish a partnership between factory and govern ment. With better houses, the condi tions would be better for teach ers to teach in some com munities. What’s Happening BY PAM BRITO St, Augustine's received a large sum of money in order to pay advanced students to tutor other students In problem sub jects. However every Tuesday and Thursday 7-9 p. m., the tutors wait for students to come to seek extra knowledge CHily to be disappointed. No one seems to te Interested in the program. Why is it? Is it that St. Augustine's students are too intelligent or, are they too lazy to get to the Hunter BulIdlnE? I know that those who are too lazy are probably the ones who never miss a dance and yet the gym Is much further. Novelist Watching Book COCOA BEACH, Fla. - Pa trick D. Smith is a novelist who is watching his tx)ok come to life. Last August Smith published “The Beginning,” the story of a fictional small Mississippi town In which a wise commu nity leader spearheaded a pro gram in the Negro community. In the fictional town, the Ne gro section is purchased by the city, which restores its houses and streets and sells the houses back to residents with low-rate bank loans. Smith, aMlssisslpplan moved here ^o take a public relations job and discovered that New Town, in Brevard County, Fla., is carrying out a program al most Identical to the one de scribed in the novel. “When I first saw the news item I thought I was reading a section of my novel” said Smith, who formerly worked in public relations at the University of Mtsslsslppl, “It was absolutely uncanny. It seemed as if I were seeing a part of “The Beginning” act ed out in play form right be fore my eyes.” Cuffee To Attend Univ. Of Michigan BY LARRY BROWN Lionel A. Cuffee, has recent ly been notified of his selection to participate in a summer re search program at the Univer sity of Michigan, Ann Arbor. The aim of the program, which is sponsored by the Medical School of the University, Is to give undergraduate Negro stu dents who are Interested In Medical School the opportunity to work in a medical research laboratory. Fourteen other students from ten Negro colleges and univer sities were selected along with Mr. Cuffee. The participating colleges are St. Augustine’s, Morehouse, St. Paul’s Dillard, Shaw, Fisk, Langston, Hampton, Spellman, and Knoxville. The students were selected on the basis of their academic per formance, college recommen dations, and an original essay submitted by each applicant. Cuffee is the President of the Sophomore Class. He is a member of the student body president’s cabinet, the SNEA, Sphinx Club of Alpha Phi Al pha Fraternity, Inc. His name has appeared on the Academic Dean’s List two semesters. Cuffee Is a native of Chesa peake, Va. and a Pre-Medical major. Rejoice Mass Revisited BY ROBERT MONROE The folk ensemble presented the Rejoice Mass Wednesday evening March 6 as part of the religious emphasis week activi ties. The Rejoice Mass was a folk music, setting of the Lord’s Supper, This music tried to offer an answer that the worship of God was not necessarily the time when a man has to leave his life of “worldly care” at the door of a church and en ter a wholly different atmos phere. It was rather an act in which he could recognize all his life, his works, his re lations with others, his joys and sorrows - as a gift from God. It was an opportunity for him to celebrate the God- given quality of his total life and to offer his life and that of the whole world to be order ed according toGod’spurposes. This music was written to help Christians in the twentieth cen tury express their conviction that life in the NOW Is a gift from God. It was written for a Christian hootenanny. Cross Roads Africa BY REGINALD STEVENS SENIOR CLASS PRESIDENT On April 2, 1968 Dr. James Hi Robinson, Director of Opera tion Crossroads Africa, will address the student body. Dr. Robinson is a native of Knox ville Tennessee. He received his undergraduate degree from Lincoln University In 1935 and graduated valedicatorlan of his class. In May 1938, he was ordained to the ministry of the Presbyterian Church and proceeded to found the church of the Master and the Morn- ingside Community Center In Harlpm. On Dr. Robinson’s first visit to Africa, he conceived the idea of exposing young American College students to the continent of Africa. Out of this. Operation Crossroad Africa was born, and In the summer of 1958 a pilot pro gram was carried out In five countires of West Africa, with 75 particlDants. The group re presented 41 colleges and uni versities and a cross-section of races and religions. Since that time, nearly 2000 young men andwomen have participat ed in 135 projects in 28 countr ies. Dr. Rol>lnson is in con stant demand as a speaker for civic and educational events. His contact with students on college campuses can hardly be surpassed. For his volun teer service and work with students, he has been the re cipient of numberous awards and citations from community service organizations and many honorary degrees to numerous to mention. He is the author of a num ber of books. One of his books is an autobiography,entitled " Road Without Turning” and a- nother, “Tomorrow is Today”. Two articles are presently being written on Dr. Robinson and his work. One is to appear in the Reader’s Digest and the other is being published by the Commission on Missionary Ed- 1cat ion. This activity will be sponsor ed by the Senior Class. We trust that our students will come out and enjoy the mes sage Dr. Robinson has to bring. He Is truly a dynamic speaker and promises to give a most gratlfing lecture. Short Story; A Common (.ourtesy BY JAMES EATON It was cold 4 a. m. that morn ing... The streets were almost deserted as the few people that could ^ seen cursed the weath er as they rushed In. Yet one man of small stature hobbled along seemingly unaware of the extreme cold and surprising e- nough held a pleasant manner ism even thougn his face had begun to redden. He was well dressed, wore a cashmere coat, leather gloves, and a black hat that had been pulled down over his brow. His name Arnold Hue. Mr. Hue was a strange sort man about 36 who associated with very few poeple, so little was known about him. As rumois nad it, he was either it, he was either on the stock exchange or a real estate broker No one knew for sure and no one reallv cared. All they did know about him was that he was from an oriental descent. Four A. M....an odd time for most, but not for Arnold, for he always passed down the streets of the city at this time. He lived In a small apartment In East Village lower Manhattan and was now on his way to the all night coffee houses, and dls- coteque, a part of the city that never sleeps. As he approach ed an area no more than a mile from his home, he turrMl off to a small warehouse which he Immediately entered. He was greeted by a tall man who had a sort of lean eerie look. He wore a dark suit and had a silk coat slung over his arm. From a pocket of the coat he removed an envelope and gave it to Arnold who in return handed him a package and left. No words had been uttered In I this meeting. Now it seemed that Arnold thought it better to stray from his usual route. He turned down a small side street which led to a park that he believed to be a short cut home. Unfortu nately he wasn’t the only one thinking of it. As he began his walk, he could quite understand it. He turned but before he got completely around, he was struck on the side of the head with a metal rod. He dropped to his knees, yet rose twice as fast as he had gone down. There were four of them. He was moving faster now. So much so that his adversaries appeared as a blue to him as he struck out with kicks and punches to fast for the eye to follow. Three were down, then his eyes noticed a flash of steel which took on a glow from the moonlight. There, however, was a fifth who had been leaning against a tree watching this take place Indifferent to what was happen ing. All through the fi^t he had just stood there with one hand resting In the pocket of his leather jacket. He moved now, taking his hand from his pocket. Arnold never saw this gesture and was never to see MARCH. 196«—PAGE 3 JAZZ NOTES BY CHARLES CHAPMAN A Love Supreme Falcons, Is This Jazz? REPRINT JOHN COLTRANE DECEMBER, 1964 I will do all I can to be worthy of Thee O Lord. It all has to do with it. Thank you God. Peace. There Is no other. God is. It Is so beautiful. Thank you God. God is all. Help us to resolve our fears and weaknesses. Thank you God. In you all things are pos sible. We know. God made us so. Keep your eye on God. God is. He always was. He always will be. No matter what ... it is God. He is gracious and merciful. It Is most important that I know Thee. Words, sound, speech, mempry. thoughts, fears ande- motlons - time - all related, all made from one ... all made in one... Blessed be His name. Thought waves - heat waves all vibrations — All paths lead to God. Thank you God. His way ... it is lovely ... it is gracious. It is merciful - Thank you God. One thought can produco millions of vibrations and they all go back to God., everything does. Thank you God. Have no fear ... believe...Thank you God. The universe has many won ders. God Is all. His way... it is so wonderful. Thoughts — deeds - vi brations, etc. They all go back to God and He cleanse all. He is gracious and merci ful... Thank you God. Glory to God ... God is so alive. God Is. God loves. May I be acceptable in Thy sight. We are all one in his grace. The fact that we do exist is acknowledgement of Thee O Lord. Thank you God. God will wash away aii our tears... Ho always has... He always will. Seek Him everyday. In all ways seek God everyday. Let us sing all songs to God. To whom all praises is due...' praise God. No road is an easy one, but they all go back to God. It Is all with God. It Is all with thee. Obey the Lord. Blessed is He. We are all from one thing... the will of God... Thank you God. I have seen God - I have seen ungodly — None can be greater - pone can compare to God. Thank you God. He will remake us... He always has and He always will. It is true - blessed-be His name - Thank you God. God breathes through us so completely ... so gently we hardly feel it ... yet. It is our everything. Thank you God. ELATION-ELATION-ELE- GATION-EXALTION- All from God Thank you God. Amen. BY CHARLES CHAPMAN Jazz is the soul of the musi cian. Jazz isajazz-musiclan's inner self, involving true emo tional feelings which are both simple and complicated in the average human who wants them interpreted. To really be Interested In jazz, one must be Interested In man. Yes, Interested in man because jazz is man. It is his thoughts, moods, and beliefs. This music is his expression of part or all of his emotions. These emotions are his. vet are unselfishly shared with the lis tener. Don’t get me wrong; don’t think the Ideal Is that all lazz be alike. Each "side” Is dif ferent. Every time a “side” Is played, it Is played slightly different. Why? . Because each mood, each thought, each belief, each man creates, a different ^yle. Time, in turn, creates different moods, thoughts, beliefs. Every note played is a per sonal note. Just as the poet writes to e>?)ress, the jazzman turns to his style of music to express. Does this seem redundant? It’s necessary, to show the main point: e:g)resslon and un derstanding. In jazz, one finds many things he was unable to understand and to express - and some things may still remain vague. To appreciate jazz you must respect man. You see, jazz Is a picture of man: It’s really man’s natural beauty, a picture of life, an ideal. Jazz is just a piece of down - to - earth “soul,” mood setting and beau tiful to the ear. But to you, what? Do you have the sense of jazz, or should I say, the soul of & man? Have you created ani mosity against something that you haven’t looked at? Are you blind to the expression of man? To put it to the point: do you really “dig” jazz for what It’s worth? Jazz On Camp us 1. A Love Supreme — by John Coltrane 2. Uh Huh --Jazz Crusaders 3. A Flat, G Flat and C — Yosef Lateef 4. A Day In Life — Wes Montgomery 5. Live At The Lighthouse - MJQ’s 6. Forest Flower — Charles Lloyd T. Man From Two Worlds — Chico Hamilton 8. Dream Weaver — Charles Lloyd 9. Ascensions — John Coltrane 10. Journey Within — Charles Lloyd 11. Indestructable — ArtBlakey Students Love Jazz anything again. It was Ironic for him to end this way, for it was later found In an Investigation that Arnold was a contractor ( a hired killer) and a master in a dying art. It was said that he was unable to be defeated by any one in the world. BY BERTHA TEELE In an interview with Mr. Col bert, Manager of St. Augus tine’s bookstore, it was learn ed lhat_ Jazz albumjs were the sludents favorites. There are more Jazz albums purchased from the bookstore than any others. The students are more Interested In the Instrumental Jazz. Their favorite female singer, however, is the num ber one “soul sister,” Aretha Franklin. Mr. Colbert suggested that it would be a good idea to poll the students In order to get their opinion of the concerts presented on campus. It was suggested that if the school were to present jazz concerts along with the other classical concerts, there would be a greater attendence of students. Unaware Prayer BY DONNA A. NEELY God open our eyes that we may see. The war of Viet Nam as a part of liberty. Let us grieve no more in sympathy or pain. And the great loses Lord, help us to be strong again. This trouble fills our heart and every thought. Lord, how can we have faith as we ought? And wrapped up in this big despair. We must believe you hear our every prayer. Perhaps the soldelrs should be thankful in many ways. But how can they, when war faces them day after day. Soon sollers everywhere will eventually realize, The son of God will never pass them by. Instead, he be close to them all, the poor, the rich, the great, the small. And surely guided by his presence he will save, the land of the free and the home of the brave! Movie Review: Valley Of The Dolls EVELYN EARP Valley of the Dolls is a very heart-winning picture which reveals much about the secret, drug-filled, love-starved, sex- satiated, night-mare worlc^of show business. Valley of the Dolls Is the story of three very exciting women who were too talented to reach the top. Anne Welles, portrayed by Barbara Parkins, fell for the wrong Mr. Right because of his Infidelity, but after much heartbreak returned to her New England home. Neely O’ Hara, portrayed by Patty Duke, is a lovable kid from vaudeville who became a star and a monster. Jennifer North was a blonde goddess who survived every betrayal committed against her magnificent body except the last. These women lived in a world where sex was a success weapon, where love was the smUlng mask of hate. It was a world where the magic tickets to peace are "dolls” - the insider’s word for pllls-pep pills, red pills-to chase the truth away. Each of them rode the crest of the wave, and all of them except Barbara Parkins entered the Valley ol the Dolls.
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