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p»«« THE CHOWANIAN, CHOWAN COLLEGE, MURFREESBORO. N. C. Friday, April 29, 1927 BUS SCHEDULE Murfreesboro to Rocky Mount Daily (including Sunday) Leave — Murfreesboro, Sewell House 10:35 AM 7:05 PM Leave — Weldon Terminal Hotel 11:40 AM 8:05 PM Arrive — Rocky Mount, Rieka Hotel 1:05 PM 9:30 PM Leave — Rocky Mount, Ricks Hotel 7:00 AM 3:30 PM Leave — Weldon, Terminal Hotel 8:25 AM 4:55 PM Leave — Murfreesboro, Sewell House 9:30 AM 6:00 PM MISS CREW SPEAKS ABOUT NEGRO SONGS Woman Holds Fir«t Place Among Subjects Portrayed in The Spirituals Miss Crew’s chapel talk on Fri day morning, April 15, was very interesting to all of the students and the faculty members who were present. She spoke of the revival of the negro spirituals and songs, and of the interest that is being taken in them by some of the learned men and women of the South. Howard W. Odum, Ph.D. and Guy B. Johnson, A. M., of the University of North Caro lina are making an extensive study of typical negro songs in the South. Some of the negro spirit uals which have been revived are “My Lord’s Comin’ Again”, “Oh Sinner, You Better Get Ready”, and “Blow, Gable, Blow”. Miss Crew said that during slavery and for a long time there after religious themes predomi nated in the songs of the negro, but now there has grown up a group of secular songs large in proportions and rich In variation. Women holds first place among the themes sung by the negro. Some of the examples of the negro songs to which attention was called are “If I Die in Arkansas”, “Baby Let Me Bring My Clothes Back Home”, “Casey Jones”, and “When the Band Begins to Play”. Some of the popular songs which are sung by all Americans today owe their origin to negroes, such as “It Ain’t Gonna Rain No Mo”, “The Prisoner’s Song”, “Don’t You Two Time Me”, and the “Mama and Papa” songs. TO GIVE OPERETTA AT COLLEGE MAY 3 “The Miniature Lady” is the Name of Songfest by The College- Glee Club THE “RED HEAD GINGERBREAD” FAMILIAR FIGURE HAS DISAPPEARED “The Miniature Lady”, an operetta by R. M. Stults, will be presented on Tcesday evening, May 3, in Chowan College audi torium by the college Glee Club, under the direction of Madame E. Yavorski. This will be the opening of a series of programs to be given during Music Week, lasting from May 3 through May 5. This operetta will furnish an evening of delightful entertain ment. In addition to the musical element of the production, it is replete with hcman interest. It has a combined musical and dra- _ jnRtic. apjieaL which is i;erlain_to. make it a popular feature. The cast is made up of students of the Music Department, assist ed by Miss Margaret Murrah, di rector of Physical Culture. Miss Elizabeth Jones is accompanist. Following is the cast of charac ters; Mrs. Jerome Hastings—Willie A. Blount (a pompous and impos ing matron, very much impressed with a sense of her own impor tance who attempts to cominate the lives of—) Allan Hastings—Frances Flytha (Her son, a struggling young law yer with poetic tendencies). Polly (Her motherless niece)— Thelma J. Freeman. Major Richard Ross (Her bach elor brother)—Ruby Daniel. Miss Jacquiline Jones (Her sec retary)—Gladys Coley. Rosie (Her cook) —Kate Mack- ie. Timothy (Her gardener)—-Ella Mae Parker, Molly (Polly’s best friend) — Lois Essex. Ted and Tad (Allies of Molly and Polly)—Maidie Lee Wade, Elizabeth Webb. Miss Lily Hart—Margaret L. Murray (A withering blossom who still has hopes of ensnaring the affections of Major Ross). Chorus of boys and girls, friends of Polly’s. DE EASTER MOON O, Mister Moon, why was yer shinin’ so bright On dem Chowan gals t’other night? Yer must er knowed dey had finished wuk fer a time— Guess dat’s what ’twas, ’caus yer sho did shine! Dem gals jes talk ’bout how lovely yer looked up dar Er smilin’ down on ’em. I declar Yer even set my old hound ter whinin’ jes so mournful like He jes set back on his haunches and yelped with all his might. Never seen cars so busy windin’ down de roads. Didn’t see no perticular one drivin’ but day was dar I know. De ole hoot owl wus er talkin’ to Mrs. Hoot an’ de babe in de tree, Dey talked an’ laughed fer a good long time, but dey hush ed when they seed me. Thanks ter yer Mister Moon, Fer de wonders you worked dat night, When yer smiled down on Mistress Earth so very beauti ful and bright. Jessie Draper ’29 Woe be unto the person of the 17th century who had red hair! The doctors of that time consider ed him fit for nothing but to fill up a hole in Mother Earth. Bleed ing was the medical treatment for everything from tooth-ache up, and a red headed person could never stand that treatment. If case one of these “freaks of na ture” should be afflicted with in flammation of the lungs, he might just as well turn up his toes and die, for such a disease was always fatal to a “red head”. Let no person whose crowning glory shines like a golden headed cane ever speak of—the good old days of long ago. But, goodness knows! Present day conditions are bad enough. An article appeared in the last issue of The Johnsonian that is well worth reprinting. “Red Head Gingerbread” “You know her—the red head ed g*irl who—etc.” How many times have my fellow-sufferers been described thus! I’ve often wondered if it was because of the lack of adjectives to make the particular girl stand out to her self, or if it was just because red hair is the most noticeable thing about her—in all probability, it is the latter. Whenever I walk down the street and see hatless heads which resemble very close ly the “molasses or gingerbread” type of coloring, I always think, “poor girl, I can certainly sym pathize with her!” “From my earliest childhood, I recall verses like this chanted in grammar school style, “Red head, gingerbread, five cents a cabbage head!” Now, let me ask you, who could live a life of peaceful ness under these circumstances? If the little imps had stopped it all when grammar school days ended, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad (although, merciful Heavens, that was bad enough!), yes, nagged, even in high school, was taking the matter a little too far. Perhaps my “enemies” may have thought they were having fun, but it was certainly not my idea of humor. What is more provoking than to be with a group of your friends and have them describe a “red-headed girl” as being “very good-looking, although she has got red hair?” And then there is nothing left for you to do but to smile a rather sickly little grin and pretend you don’t mind at all. Oh, no! If that ended the matter, b« different, but a^^-e bound to return to the subject d say things like this, “Did you fever see a redder red in your life?” “Why, her hair is the col or of my tie I have on!” Or, an swered, unthinkingly, with, “Gee, that is one thing I’m thankful for —I haven’t got red hair!” Of course, when they discover th» fact that one in their midst has the awful malady, they hasten to say, “Now, your hair is a pretty shade—I just love yours—but I was speaking of that slicky yel low-green shade, but honestly, yours is really beautiful”, ending up with a brave smile that you know has this thought behind it, “Now, I’ve fixed things—she thinks I really mean it!” Wh«t is the proper way to withdraw gracefully on an occasion like that? I’ve never been able to find out, so I just sit there, wish ing I had never heard of the de tested color red, and that my hair was Ethiopian black. Then, too, your room-mates will try to console you, sometimes, by telling you that a red-haired woman finds a husband before anybody else. Although some recT-headed peo pie may be exceptions to the rule, the vast majority are endowed with that fatal characteristic—a most helluva temper! When it once gets started there’s posi tively no use trying to live with them. But just watch ’em— they’ll stand up for their rights until every red hair stands up in rebellion. In the long run, we of the curs ed red heads may at times be per suaded that ours is a crowning glory, but let me beg of you to take pity on the more sensitive ones and “pick your crowd” when you want to discuss red heads! —Agnes Tison. Aunt Het Gone From Campus But Not Forgotten; Her Usurper Arrives and Shines Aunt Het, who has been a constant companion to Mr. J. J. Richmond for three years past, mysteriously dis appeared Monday night, April 18, after Easter Sun day. Aunt had always seem ed satisfied with her domi cile at Chowan, and people of the town and college com munity are at a loss to under stand her sudden departure. People who knew Aunt Het sympathize with her friend and companion in the loss of her. She was such a good old stand-by, always faithful and steadfast. Her constant nearness to her dear master enabled her to read his very inmost thoughts. He did not even have to speak to her, She knew. The movement of his hand or foot she read and readily obeyed. Aunt Het is terribly missed. Her successor, however, has arrived in due time, and is somewhat blue just now. His name is Coz Ruben. He excels Aunt Het in looks and in speed, and will, no doubt, become as good a companion after a time. The people of the town and college rejoice that Mr. Richmond has found such a good substitute for Aunt Het. Aunt Het was a Ford roaster; Coz Ruben is a Chevrolet roaster. (Mr. Rich mond believes in two passen ger cars.) WAKE FOREST GLEE CLUB AGAIN PLEASES Big Bus Brings Party on College, Where They Make Them selves at Home About three o’clock Saturday afternoon, April 23, a big brown bus rolled up in front of the Col lege and—sure enough—there was the long expected Wake Forest Glee Club and Orchestra. The boys tumbled out of the bus and lost no time in conveying their baggage, drums, horns, etc., down to the auditorium. These necessi ties of the trip disposed of, the visitors were free to get acquaint ed with the girls. This took an amazingly short time, in fact, al most no time at all, for since the Glee Club visits Chowan ^ every year "tlie mas-.bers alreadj^ knew the “lay of the land” and needed only a glimpse to recognize Sue, Jane, and Sally. It seemed that the hands of the grandfather clock in the main hall fairly flew around until almost before anyone knew it they were pointing to the eight. It was time for the program to begin! Everyone that has had the plea sure of listening to the W. F. C. Glee Club knows with how much pep and punch they can put a pro gram across, and this year they lack none of their usual spiz. The program was made up of selections by the Glee Club, selections by the Orchestra, and individual musical numbers, both vocal and instrumental, as well as readings and jokes. The orchestra clowns in their old gold and black cos tumes kept the audience roaring with laughter. All too soon the program was over, the visit was ended, and the jolly makers were on their way back home. Chowan College and Murfrees boro always welcome Wake For est boys and they are looking for ward to the return of the Glee Club next year. MOTHERS—A PRAYER (William R.Burrell) “God give us men!” the poet cries. “Give us men! or the nation dies.” But how shall God that prayer attend; How' meet our need; how answer send? Whence are men?—Tall men, suncrowned, But realms where great women abound, Women of large soul, partners sweet For him who makes occasion greet— His love whose splendid shadows fall Fructifying, answers every call, And grants to each the boon he craves By vessels ,whereon his name he craves. So these! The glory of a mother’s heart- He doing his, hers not the lesser part. So pray we still: God give us men! But deeper yet, great mothers send. The nation having these shall then What’er the need, find stock of men To meet the hour. Like bulwark stand To guard the mother-giving land. So give us women: mothers fit For heroes. Torch of freedom lit By fathers strong, to catch and hold And bear aloft, nor craven fold Hands and sit, while vile demagogue And foeman bold the stage befog Aud lure to death. Then hear our prayer Show thou thy love, thy keeping care Deny what thou wilt, but mothers give, If ’tis thy will the state shall live! chanting group will of a surety be sufficient to “soothe the sav age breast”. No one can afford to miss such an excellent troupe of musicians. They will be on Chowan College campcs May 1st through May 30. Admission absolutely free. MUSIC WEEK FEATURE (Continued from Page 1) Mr. Benyunes. Hawaiian Solo, “Hawaiian De light”—H. E. Davis, by Mr. Rob ert Cross, Portsmouth. Violin Solo, “Old Folks at Home” (variations)—Steven Fos ter, by Master Marian Vaughn. Waltz, “Golden Glow”—A. J. Weidt, Orchestra. Quintet, “Wild Indian”—Ed mund Severn, by Misses Pruden, Creiser, Scott, Bradshaw, Mr. Benyunes. Banjo Solo, “Tickleh”—Ross, Miss Margaret Jeffreys, Chowan. Violin Duet,'>“Barcarolle Waltz” —Hoffman, byi Misses Harrell and Skull, Harrells^ille. - Violin- —Sr. Wilhelin, by Mrs. Vann, Boykins, Quartet, “T'he Blacksmith”— Edmund Severn, by Misses Buch anan, Lawrence, Ferguson, and Mrs. Vann, Chowan. Fox Trot, “Japonela”—A. Weidt, Orchestra. J. THE HOME CAFE Murfreesboro, N. C. Good Food Well Cooked MIKE SELEM, Mgr. The New Market Murfreesboro, N. C. Groceries Heavy and Fancy Fresh meatsa Specialty Free Delivery Telephone orders given prompt attention D. F. PAYNE—M. H. BABB Telephone 24 Subscribe to the Chowanian. FRANKLIN-MURFREESBORO BUS LINE SCHEDULE Leave Franklin 7:30 A. M. 11:30 A. M. 5:30 P. M. Arrive Murfreesboro 8:45 P. M. 12:30 P. M. 6:30 P. M. Leave Murfreesboro 9:00 P. M. 3:00 P. M. 6:45 P. M. Arrive Franklin 10:00 P. M. 4:15 P. M. 7:45 P. M. SHOP WITH Wynn Bros. ‘'Murfreesboro s Greatest Store” The Home of Exclusive Styles in Women’s Apparel If you're sick, we’ve got it If you’re well we’ve got it. Everything in Drugs, Toilet Articles and Statio; lery >.11 the latest Magazines. Up-to-date Soda Fount un. E. N. NICHOLSON’S DRUG STORE Murfreesboro, N. C. CHOWAN CHANTERS WILL COME MAY 1 UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE A Spring: Recipe Take a man in love and a girl not quite convinced. Place to gether on a secluded porch and stir slowly. Add a slight breeze from the South, a dash of courage and a heaping teaspoonful of per suasiveness, sprinkle with lots of moonlight, sifted through spring foliage, and—Stay away until wanted. Bill Holland: “I just read in the paper that Byrd and Burnet were in a terrible accident”. Jinks: “Who are they?” - B. H.: “They discovered 'the North Pole?” Jinks; “Is that what hurt them?” B. H., “Oh, yes, it flew up and hit them”. What new birds are those which will be singing on Cho wan’s campus after six-fifteen o’clock on certain evenings in the week after May 1st? They are no less personages than the members of the senior class. Right after dinner, about six- fifteen o’clock, on about two evenings of the week, the seniors will assemble in the Crow’s Nest to broadcast. This open-air con cert is free to all. The public is cordially invited. The crowd will oblige the singers by assem bling around the Crow’s Nest and leaving an aisle directly in front of the step for the singers to ap proach and leave the concert-stage with a certain degree of conven ience. The company of minstrels has little telebrity as yet, but they hope to accumulate a goodly style of it during the month’s perfor mance at Chowan, which will en sure them not only national, but also world fame. Miss White is noted for singing “carol lays of love” very beautifully. The chirp ing of Miss Essex blends wonder fully with the chorus. Miss Car ter’s trills add to the melodious variety of the troupe. The songs of Misses Denny and Oakley have been likened to the warblings of nightingales. 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