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THE KlIGLE
SUSPENSE
Silly stirred the steaming pot of
collard greens and at the same time
looked out the kitchen window at
Steve hewing the green peas patch
by patch. His black infeetuous grin
could even from his far away position
be discerned. It .was kind and under
standing, and he was strong of body
and straight of limb with a backbone
of iron and eyes as keen and as pro
bing as shining points of red hot
Siily loved Steve. Steve was Silly’s
husband, and a better one couldn’t be
found in all Carolina. He worked for
Silly and the baby day and night. He
was a farmer. He loved to farm. He
loved the greeness of the vegetables,
the sweet fresh smell of the earth
and the fragrance of the young toma
to plants. He dug deep here and dug
deep there and watched spring forth
green plants and then later on with
his careful attention, food, food for
his ^or. He marvelled at the baff
ling phenomena of it all. Life to him
was a complexity of moving events
centering around the earth. He was
only a small cog definitely set and
reacting to an inner urge, his sur
roundings and his immediate life,
his wliole universe, the earth.
After Silly had taken the collards
from the fire she cut them up and
placed great slabs of fat back meat
on the top. Steve loved fat back meat
and corn bread cooked on top of the
stove with plenty of fresh butter
milk.
It was getting dark. Supper had
lieoii ready for over an hour now, and
vet, Stevi? had not come from the
fields. Silly again went to tlie win
dow and shading her brown eyes with
one tiny rough hand while holding
the now crying baby in her other
arm she tried to see the long, brown
little figure of Steve in the gathering
gloom, but all she saw was Mary the
cow sprawled at the fartlierest end of
the barn chew'ing her long red ton
gue.
It was now really late. She lighted
oU lamp i'fter turning tli^'wick up
yory high Making. sure it ivouldn’t
.smoke up the small room.
fell t6;p»altlinjr aitti c•rn^^■LIlg
the rouKh pine wood flnur,: J-'he then
gnttiered her sewing togel’ er and
conuiienced patching some babj
aiiix)ns, only her mind seemed to be
in a crooked channel. At last shg
gave up and went to the kitchen door.
It was dark and forbidding out
there. Xo lights, no sounds of frogs
iji the nearby creek that mingled with
the dismal barking of Jlollie Steve’s
old hound dog tied to the peg behind
the smoko house.
She called “Steve, oh Steve”.
Only echo answered-her and she shut
the door and went once more into
the warmth of the cozy kitchen.
Baby Jim had fallen asleep under the
table. She tenderly i>ut him to bed
anl went back to the window only
she couldn’t see anything. It was inky
black outside, no stars, no moon, only
blackness. She was nervous, Steve
had never stayed away that long be
fore. She put more wood iu the stove
and waited. She jnust be jiatient.
She must pray. She must have faith.
She visioned Steve dead or in terri
ble danger. She remembered seeing
two strange dark men passing the
house about noon with dark bundles
under their arms, llaybe he had been
robbed, at the thought of this she cried
out iu alarm, and then she saw it.
The back door it was slowly opening,
she sprang uji. How stupid slie had
been to leave the .door ojjen. They
were coming for her and baby Jim
now. But she would not let them take
her away. She would cry. She would
holler as loud as she could, only what
good would it do west of nowhere
V and east of nobody. She m-ust pray;
and pray she did. The door was al
most wide open now, and then she
saw his trouser leg, green denim,
Steve. She flew to him. She hugged
him to her. His bewhiskered face,
she pressed close, his dirty earthen
hands, his muddy feet dank with tiny
patches of lanremoved earth on his
heels. His sweaty body, sinewy tind
strong. She strained all of him to
her and was happy and uttered with
her brown face uplifted and a wonder
ful glow alight in her eyes with
a filmy sheen of unshed tears a soul
cry wiiich came from the depth of
her entire being “Thank you Jesus.”
TO THE
EDITOR
Dear Mr. Editor:
I regret to say that many of us are
forgetting ourselves. We are forget
ting that every wrong thing we do
reflects on that dear old kind-hearted
mother. We are forgetting that “the
hands that rocks the cradle rules the
world. ’ ’ We are in the world—a part
of the world—the world. We worship
“the hands that rocks the cradle”
but still we abuse it.
Fellow students, aren’t we aU here
to get an education—to show every
one who w'e are J not only our dis
tance friends but our ow'n dear school
mates? We should be proud of North
Carolia State College, in fact, I am
proud of the buildings but after en
tering the buildings. Frankly, I
think it is a disgrace to the school
and to ourselves when visitors enter
our library and dining room. There
is no reason to be given for a person
to leave a chair from which he has
risen standing twelve or thirteen
inches from the table. It is proper
for a person to replace a chair, or
anything for that matter, where it
was found. I do not think that the
chairs are made of such heavy mater
ial tliat they cannot be pushed by
persons of supposedly good health. If
you would visit the library after four
thirty o’clock or the dining room
after dinner really it would give one
the idea that a disturbed bee nest
^Irove us all out. We should feel the
rne way about the looks of the per-
— nl property around our school as
we do about our home. So let us all
tliink fibont 'hat.tiring called home
Irniiiinir H Tor chaagc.
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Campus Sunday School Begins
Twenty-Fifth Yeai
(Continued from page 1)
included one Sunday per month to be
devoted to song service, one Sunday
to a class program, another Sunday
to a selected speaker, and the last
Sunday to the regular class recitation.
Thus far, one speaker, Mr. C G
O ’Kelly, has been presented; however,
during the ensuing months innumer
able spiritual treats are in store for
our ■students.
On the eighth of November a gene
ral song service was held. The music
was furnished by the Sunday School
.Orchestra whose members serve volun
tarily each Sunday. This service af
forded an opportunity to each person
present to serve God in song as well
as in spirit. The program for the
fifteenth of November will be con
ducted by the members of the senior
class, and in subsequent months each
class will be given a similar chance.
Under the direction of its sponsor and
superintendent. Miss P. F. Newton,
the N. C. College Sunday School is
progressing gradually to a position
yet unattained by any organization
of its kind.
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OUR “GRADS” IN THE
WORK WORLD
Perusing the pages of the Bible,
one will find these words, ‘ ‘ Be not
afraid, only believe.” Not only has
this precept of this illustrious book
been greatly instilled in the hearts of
the North Carolina College gradu
ates, but has been the working prin
ciple of their lives.
In the jungle of Finance, there are
no paths, and everyone is more or
less lost most of the time, but there
are a few products of this Institution
who have spent a portion of their
lives in the jungle and know the signs
and its dangers, who are just as rich
in the jungle of Finance as the soil
from which they sprang.
One of the most notable bankers
of our race is Mr. E. L. McDougal,
a graduate of North Carolina College,
who is cashier of the Mechanic and
Farmers Bank, of this city, one of
the leading banks of its type in
America.
Another glorious opportunity which
has been unfolded for a thinnker and
a graduate of North Carolina Col
lege is the Union Eeal-Estate busi
ness of this city. The firm has Mr. H.
M. Michaux as its leader. Mr. Mi-
chaux is more than a real-estate man;
he is also an applier of business effi
ciency, and is connected with the
Union Insurance Company of this
eity.
Mr. I. II. Smith of New Bern,
Nortli Carolina has planted and culti
vated a successful real-estate business
of his own. He is a graduate of
North Carolina College.
As vou go from office to office iu
the Home Office of the North Car-
lina JIutual Life Insurance Company,
you will find a large number of North
Carolina College graduates.
The Carolina Times, a leading Ne
gro newspaper in this State, has for
its editor Mr. L. E. Austin, a grad-
u.ate of our college.
Space should be given to consider
the work of ]Mr. J. T. Taylor, who is
a graduate of North Carolina Col
lege, received.liis Master’s at Ohio
State University, and is Dean of Men
and an instructor in the Social Sci
ences Pe]Kirtment at Nortfi Carolina
North t':iio\iua College could not
sto|) in its search for humanity by
producing bankers, real-estate men,
appHers of business efficiency, edu
cational advisors, and men with Mas
ter’s degrees; as a result, the school
has produced professional men also.
.\mong tliese we are proud to name
such men as; .7. II. Hubbard (D. D.
S.) of Durham; John Rice (D. D. S.)
of Philadelphia; Royal .Alexander
(M.D.) of East Orange, New Jersey.
There is something greater and
finer than a business education. It
is what all nations have sought wise
ly or imwisely. It is Religion. As a
result. North Carolina College ac-
cl.aims ^Tiss ^Minnie Lyons, who is
propagating religion in Africa and
Reverend Haroldo Nevers, a congre
gational . minister at Wilmington,
North Carolina.
There are others who have leaned
against the great door of opportunity,
and have found that it opened; TO
THE “GRADS” of NORTH CARO-
I.TNA COI.T.EGE,
SAMMY
Go ’way from here boy an ’ let me be,
Can’t you’ see I’se busy as can be;
Cut day wood an’ make day fire.
Else I’se sho’ gwiner skin you’ hide.
Dere now, gwan and git it done.
Can’t yo’ see de lowering ob de sun?
Hurrv up dere yo’ rascle yo’
Dat ain’t all yo’s got to do.
Milk de cow an’ feed de pigs;
Here comes paw an ’ ole Tom Rigs;
Wonuer w'hat he’s got to say.
Mos’ likely, ’tise a pleasant day.
Stop dat gapping boy, an’ grab de ax.
Don’t cut all de wood dat’s fat,
Leave it fo’ to kindle wid,
Ilurd as fat wood is to git.
Time I cooks, yo’s ready to eat,
Specially if dere’s fat back meat;
Lasses too, yo’ loves to sop,
When de bread is good an’ hot.
Dere now, go and git it done,
Terreckly dere won’t be no sun.
Hurry up and make de fire.
I'c sun’s done mostly left de sky.
FRENCH CLUB
The “Cerlce Francais” entertained
the students and faculty Tuesday
night, October 27, with original skits
in French, presented by the French
classes.
The first skit, given by class 51,
I juniors, represented a classroom of a
dumb (a very dumb) and mischievous
class of young French students.
The next skit was represented by
class 31, second division of Sophomore
class. In this skit, the Twentieth
Century Club met and gave a pro
gram of musical and dance selections.
Class 101, Seniors, gave a glimpse
of w'hat goes on inside of an exclusive
French dress shop.
In order to see who is the most pop
lar candidate for president among the
foreigners. Class 1, Freshmen, staged
“Day at the Poll”.
The skits were highly entertaining
and were tremendously enjoyed by
all.
P. L. Seott
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