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Page 4 THE CHOWANIAN, CHOWAN COLLEGE. MURFREESBORO, N. C. Tuesday, November 13, 1928. BEFRIENDER OF YOUNG PEOPLE Miss Eunice McDowell, Dean of Women In ihe short-lived fragrant gar dens Of harsh but luring North land, Think you not of Carolina, Of the oak and of the pins tree Where you spend your happy winters With your friends and with your kindred? Robins, larks, all winged crea tures. Sing your praise of our sweet Southland; Please the Maker of such fair ness By your joy in His creation. Let your anthems laud the beauty. Make the world adore the music Issuing from the Carolinas. MILDRED HINTON, ’30. TWO NOTED PLAYS WILL BE GIVEN (Continued from Page 1) play of the Old South, “The Con- nallys,” has been accepted by the Theater Guild for early produc tion. “In Abraham’s Bosom,” Mr. Green’s Pulitzer Prize winner, was recently revived for a short run at the Provincetown Playhouse, this making the fourth time it has been staged in New York. “The Field God,” his second long play, has also seen the light of Broad way production. This play fea tures the popular American actor, Fritz Leiber, and was staged by Edwin R. Woolff. Many of Mr. Green’s readers will be surprised to find that the Carolina Playmakers are featuring him on this Northern tour as a writer of comedy; heretofore he has been best known for his sin cere and moving tragedies. How- night ever, two of his most delightful comedies will be included in the Playmaker bill when they play here on November 30. “Quare Medicine” is the story of the ministrations and visitations of a country quack doctor in a tenant farm home in Eastern North Caro lina. The Old Doctor in this play is one of the most complete and delightful characters to be found in any of Mr. Green’s plays. The other play, “The Man Who Died at Twelve o’clock,” is a negro comedy written as only Paul Green can write about the North Carolina negro. How old Uncle January Evans is cured of drink ing by his niece is told with the fine feeling for character and comic effect that is characteristic of Mr. Green’s works. “Quare Medicine” has been played on two former tours of the Playmakers and has never failed to secure the highest com mendation of audiences, both in North Carolina and adjacent States. With the production of “The Man Who Died at Twelve o’clock” the Playmakers make their advent into a new field as they have never before presented a play with an all-negro cast of characters. Along with these two comedies will be presented a tragedy of the mill people of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. This play is “Job’s Kinfolks,” by Loretto Carroll Bailey. On the Playmakers tour of Western North Carolina last spring this play was acclaimed by the press and public alike as the best tragedy the Playmakers have produced. of white ghosts appeared in fresh men’s rooms and ordered them sternly Ito accon»pany them, whither the trembling newish knew not. They led their victims through unknown regions where strange things were happening. Other ghosts met these, and it seemed that all the world was full of wail ing. Blindfolded, the freshmen were taken down into a deep, black pit, where everything was gloom. Here the spirit of the departed Brown Lady met them and re vealed her mission. She asked that all who laughed at her be brought to her. Who knows, but these persons and herself, what she said to them? After pledging to uphold +he ideals which the spirit of Chowan stands for, each individual was led back to bed a quieter and con siderably wiser freshman. Even freshmen professors and new up per classmen held communion with Ihe spirit of the Brown Lady NEVER AGAIN! THE BROWN LADY MEETS THE NEWISH The sky seems very far away, but the earth rises with a swoop threating annihila tion to me. I dodge quickly. When I open my eyes, I am surprised to find I have miss ed collision with the earth. (It must have been by a frac tion of an inch). My head feels dizzy, but no wonder, for everything I can see is reeling crazily or racing along with an incredible swiftness. Sky, trees, earth are all a hopeless jumble. It seems impossible that they will ever get untangled—but no, the earth becomes separated from the rest. It rises. It is com ing toward me—the crash is inevitable—I hold my breath and wait. Merciful heavens! —it—it receeds—it sinks till I can scarcely distinguish the distant forests and glistening spot of ocean. I fear it will sink away till it leaves me detached from it to whirl forever in space beyond the reach of gravity. No, I am not crazy or drunk—this is my first ride in an airplane and, I trust, my last. MILDREL HINTON, ’30. choicest flowers for the bride’s corsage in the doll wedding that I was having in my imaginary church. Of course I had intend ed to throw the flowers away and mother would never know—but footsteps interfered with my plans. Many are the times that the footsteps of my older brother have sent chills down my spine. He was my greatest tormenter. He never tired of pulling my hair, which mother insisted that I wear in pigtails, or asking if he might count my freckles. Even now, when I am supposed to be quite a grown young lady and am in college, there are still footsteps that disturb my peace of mind. One night several girls decided to have a midnight feast in my room. Just as we were in the midst of our revelries, we were horrified to hear the footsteps of the student council president com ing down the hall. Nor did all my efforts to hide the girls in the closets, under the beds, and behind the dresser avail. One Sunday morning I was a bit lazy and decided to do as I had known some other girls to do—cut church. Consequently, I curled up in bed thinking what a nice long nap I would have. But I had no more than gotten settled when I heard the footsteps of the Dean of Women coming up the stairs. I lay motionless, holding my breath. Evidently the still ness was so profound that she could trace it to its source, for my door opened, and when she learned that I was not sick, she instructed me to get dressed, and she would chaperone me to church. Ah! Will it ever be thus? Will footsteps annoy me all my life? I feel as if the poet should have said, For we always hear beside us. Footsteps on the joys of life. MARY LOU JONES, ’29. * MURFREESBORO * * NEWS * 4: 4: Dr. Martin, Mrs. G. N. Harrell. Miss Fannie Brown Harrell and Mrs. U. Vaughan motored to Nor folk, Va., November 4, to visit Dr. G. N. Harrell, who is a patient in the Protestant Hospital. Mr. and Mrs. C. T. Myers, Mr. and Mrs. N. T. White and Miss Alice Carter were visitors in Edge combe County, Sunday, Novem ber 4. Dr. F. 0. Mentz, of Bennetts- ville, S. C., spent the week-end with his sister, Mrs. J. B. Henson. Mrs. L. J. Lawrence was a re cent visitor in Kinston, N. C. Rev. B. Townsend was recent ly called to the bedside of his mother, who died, November 3. The community expresses sym pathy to Mr. Townsend. Miss Mildred Smith spent No vember 3 and 4 in Branchville, Va., with her parents. Dr. and Mrs. John Smith. Mr. and Mrs. John Chitty were in Norfolk, Va., November 5. Mrs. Chitty has been taking treatment from Dr. Payne, and is very much improved. Mr. Ike Storey spent November 4 in the home of his brother, Mr. Dan Storey. Messrs. George Campbell, W. L. Bottoms, Charlie Sewell, and Leonard Jenkins were recent vis itors in Norfolk, Va. Mr. Merritt and Mr. Draper will exchange pastoral fields with in the next few weeks. Mr. Drap er, who has been serving the Methodist churches of Murfrees boro, Winton and Union, will go to Laurinburg, N. C. Murfrees boro regrets very much to see Mr. and Mrs. Draper and their daugh ter, Gertrude, leave. BELOVED CHOWAN GIRL DIED AT AULANDER UNDERWOOD BROTHERS Authorized Sales Service ford LINCOLN FORDSON Murfreesboro, N. C. Elizabeth Chamblee, 18 years old, a member of last year’s fresh man class of Chowan College, died at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Chamblee, of Au- lander, on October 31. The fu neral services were conducted the next day at 3 o’clock by the Rev. Lonnie Sasser, pastor of the Au- lander Baptist Church. Over 600 people gathered to pay their last tribute to the loved and respected young girl. Her grave in Aulander Cemetery was covered with beautiful flowers, ex pressions of love. Those from the college who knew and learned to love Lliza- beth last year feel a distinct per sonal loss and sympathize deeply with the bereaved family. Yet we would say with the poet: “O, not in cruelty, not in wrath. The Reaper came that day; Twas an angel visited the green earth. And took the flowers away.” A Belgian student was relating his experience in studying the English language. “When I dis covered that if I was quick I was fast,” he said, “and that if I was tied I was fast, if I spent too freely I was fast, and not to eat was to fast, I was discouraged; but when I came across the sent ence, ‘The first one won one one- dollar prize,’ I gave up trying to learn English.”—Baptist Student. 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Gasoline and See the Difference The dead night hours of Octo ber 31, 1928, vrill always be a memorable season for all Chowan freshmen of the class of ’32, for it was at that time that they had their first real experience with a ghost. At 12 o’clock sharp on this cold, rainy, dark, and dismal night, the wierdest sounds imaginable were heard coming from the nether regions of the basement. A few minutes later the whitest All my life, footsteps have been the bane of my existence. It seems that no matter where I’ve been, there were footsteps to an noy me. Among my earliest recollections are the soft, pattering footsteps of my baby brother coming down the hall. I knew that they meant destruction to my neatly arranged playhouse. His footsteps so soft and innocent that they would have inspired many a poet, were only a nuisance to me. Often when I had been in mis chief (not meaning of course that I was often in mischief), I dreaded to hear mother’s foot steps as she drew nearer and near er. I remember once those foot- I had pulled some of mother’s steps filled me with horror when Sing, 0 Birds, rejoice together. For the frosty north wind bids you Leave the hills and seek the meadows; Leave the North and wing to South; Fly where forests wave forever; Where the flowers are everlast ing. In the Carolinas rest you. Here the fragrant, romping breezes Toss the treetops, swing them gently; Form a shelter for your pleasure. You will love the silent evenings When the moon floats with her draperies Cn the Carolinas smiling. Floats above, so sweetly shining. Oh, the gray before the mornings! As you watch, the sun-god tints it. Color? it with rainbow glor’es. Lo! It crimsons at his coming. Blushes like a blooming poppy; Spreads a path of gold and amber. Passage bright from heaven to c;'rth In the summer as you revol MISS NAOMI T. WIGGINS SPECIALIZING IN LADIES HATS, HOSE AND UNDERWEAR IF YOU’RE SICK, WE’VE GOT IT IF YOU’RE WELL, WE’VE GOT IT Drugs—Magazines—Soda Fountain E. N. 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