Lincoln University - Lion Yearbook (Lincoln University, PA)

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16 LINCOLN NEWS BETA KAPPA CHI SCIENTIFIC SOCIETY LEON MURRAY MARCUS CARPENTER PETER J. L. HALL JR. Members: GEORGE WASHINGTON COLEMAN ISAAC I). FAULKNER JOHN W. CAULDER THOMAS R. WERRER HOWARD M. JASON MARK E. PARKS ANDREW HORACE JENKINS ROOKER T. WASHINGTON $5eta appa Cfn Scientific Society President WILLIAM SINKLER Vice-President HARVEY M. DIGGS . Corresponding Secretary THEODORE R. ESPY Recording Secretary Chaplain Treasurer STUDENT INSTRUCTORS

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LINCOLN NEWS 15 poet’s Corner LOVERS RETURN (Song for a Deserted Woman) Ma old lime daddy Came back home Iasi night. His face was pale an' His eyes didn't look just right He says to me I'm Cornin' home to you So sick an lonsome I don't know what to do. 0, men treats women Just like a pair o' shoes. I say treats women Like a pair o' shoes—, They kicks ’em round an Does ’em like they choose. I looked at ma daddy,— Lawd! an’ I wanted to cry. He looked so thin.— Lawd! that I wanted to cry. Rut de devil told me Damn a lover Comes home to die! Lancston Huciies. NOW—TO LINCOLN Your sunsets Are a red gold voice Singing a sad amen. And the gray cloud streak Over Oxford way Is a finger Writing “The End.’’ CONFESSION TO THE ETERNAL SHE Someday I will be your lost ecstacy When your lips cease to utter love’s lay. For I am the god your love created A god with feet of clay. Some day I will be your fondest dream That will into fragments crumble. And you will see me through a mist of tears Broken, despised and humble. Some day your shrine of love where stands My image to remember when I was born. Will be a dismal vaulted tomb For me, the dead creature of your scorn. For I have known such deaths before— In such numerous tombs have I lain. I do not care to be resurrected And be forced to live and die again. George Chester Morse, ’22. NEGRO COMPOSER Bring me the weirdness Of a jungle night— Bring me the sighs of tropic winds Blowing through palm trees— Bring me the staccato of tom toms Beaten by bare black boys Bring me the aching breast of a jungle maiden And the prayerful fervor Of my forefathers— Bring me rythm That I may sing A sad soul song To the broken heart Of the world. Edward Sii.vera. ’28. Edward Sii.vera. ’28.

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LINCOLN NEWS 17 ®be ffflasfe anb ©oton DOES anyone doubt that the Mask and Gown is not one of Lincoln’s permanent organ- izations? If so, ask anyone of the students who saw the productions given in Living- ston Hall this year. This will convinceone that the society is progressive rather than retrogressive. The Mask and Gown Society was organized in 1926 by a small group of students, who felt that this type of culture could be beneficial to the other members of the student body. These few artists were ridiculed for their attempts, and progress was very slow. None of the students thought it possible to produce real plays, since this was a non-co-educational school. Spurred on, rather than discouraged by these criticisms, the club succeeded in pre- senting two one-act plays during the first year. These were: Lady Gregory’s “Rising of the Moon” and Cecil D’Assisi’s “Brothers.” In the meantime Mr. Boothby had become interested in the work and was chosen as the faculty consultant. This last fall our advisor returned with many new ideas that he had gained thru his summer’s experience in theatre work. The second year has been rather eventful. Six one-act plays have been presented, stage scenery has been built, lights have been installed, and a regular work-shop course has been conducted. As a mark of definite progress, the members of this society will present Eugene O’Neill’s eight-act play, “The Emperor Jones,” on the evening of May 19, 1928.