Morehouse College - Torch Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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'v-llvu- -- THE MOREHOUJ'E TIGER 1925 JAMES BL'L'UANAN HARRIS. Business Alpha Phi CHARLES JOHNSON DUNN. Buaness . . Alpha Phi CLAUDIIJS ROSWELL JONES. Journalism Alpha Phi HENRY JAMES CHARLES BUWDEN, Ministry Alpha Phi THOMAS JAMES YARBROIJGH, Philosophy . Alpha phi ABRAHAM HENDIHCKSM PEELER, Teaching Alpha Phi QUENTIN THEODORE Bm'n, Business . . Alpha Phi MONTAGUE LM; Medicine . . . . Alpha Phi Alpha . Alpha ' Alpha - Alpha Alph; Alplvla - Alpiia - Aiph; Cleveland, Ohio Monroe, Ga. Macpn, Ga. Brunswick. Ga. Birmingham, Ala. High Poinl, N. C. Selma, Ala. Rome, Ga.

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I. 171-15 MOREHOUSE TIGER 1925 ' ' JAMES LEON BozEMAN, JR., Psychiatry . . . Hawkinsville, Ga. Kappa Alpha Psi LORENZO Pmsnrs TURNER, Political Science . NomFrat Council Little Rock, A rk . FREDERICK RHODES, Prc-Medicai . . . . Blacksburg, S. C. Omega Psi Phi EDWARD SHERMAN MORSE, Journaiism . . . . Chicago, III. NOn-Frai Council ISAIAH PROPHET PERRY, Business . . . Lynchburg, Va. Omega Psi Phi ANDREW JACKSON TAYLOR, Sadat Science . . . . . . . . Macon, Ga. Non-Frat Council MARCUS MILTON RAMBO, Teacher . Bivins, Texas Nim-lgrat' EDWARD JAMES GRANT, Business . YER'Mhinglnna Ga. Omega P'si 13m ' lllllllllll Illiiilillllll II III III- mullIlllIIlllllllllllllllllltlHlL I D1MWE

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-' i'l-llulItIJ tttllul l'llllt 1-'t'?x- lIIIIImIlIIIII a 2 E E E s : c E E E .. : E E THE MOREHOUIE TIGER 19251 Poetis Nook A SENIOR SULIHIQL'Y To-tlay, I go, I watle into IIIEiS moving tith'. I SI.Cp at last into that with. With: chasm of my Iatt'. I go 0 God, I go, hut whore? Faintly I hear Those words sweet with parental love. That taught my eyes to look above. Clothetl in a tom: of Godly care. isStormy will you find your way. You:- work must come before your pity. 80 work, my boy, Aml don't forget to pray. I Iain 10 leave 50 soon my home and friends: sorrow Cruelly grasps my heart. tomurruw Bears me awayewhy do I grieve? I hear the Nlorrlmust! Splrit say. tThat dear Voice will I o'er nht-yl uNow work hard, my hoy. And donut forget to pray. Once loathed1 these hulls Are now my Paradise, I go Again from those I love. and know. foo soon I go, but Duty calls; I know there is no other way, When I still hear that dear voice 5er uNuw work hard, my hoy, And cIotft forget to pray? I give my all Oh, Alma l-Iatel' fair. to thee-e 0, Fate, tn-tlay where would I he Had I not heard her vtiiee,e'I-hat mil Will ever spur the on my way And say to me still every day, hNow work hard. my hay. And tI0n.t forget to pray? To-rlay' I go. I fear not Lifeis swift moving title. If Duly bids IEII mule the wide Chasm of Fate. 0 God, I go Life's dismal walks I'll not evade. live heard the voice and have nhvyml I have worked hard Aml daily I have prayed. GRADY FARLEY. Am. '25. HAST THOI' A HEART, HAST THUI A SOUL? The angry horde with twisted grass. Rusty gumea rowdy mass Set afiztme by some wanton speck: To kill, tn hum, to stamp to wreck A human living; though innocentE weak. :Gainst murderous cries he dares to speak, 0 mightyr Justicef canal thuu helmhl? Hnst thou a heart, hast thou a snui? J. CARLYLE WALKER, T25. SHIF'I'LESS STI'DE A Partrphrase Morehouse is my college; I shall nut want another. She muketh me to lay down Everything for my hooks, 01' arml- eth me home for IIunking. She restor- eth my subjects by giving me more ul' them; she Ieadcth me to the sludy hall for passing sake. Yt'tl though I walk into the classroom, I fear evil of Hunk- ing, though my jacks tire wilh me; no Ale 0r Bis ever comfort me. She pre- pareth t0 SPUI'I me home in the. present? of the whole student body; she anoint- eth my paper with zeroes, my cup of sorrow runneth over. Surely if this situation follow nu- all the days of my life, I will dwell in the hug-house for- ever. GRADY FARLEY. ALL, 25. BONNET 0N OLD AGE When I consider how my life is spent. A:- I approach the ever nearing goal: How this. old fragile IJGtIy shall he rent. From this God-given ittltI immortal soul; When I consider boyhood and the youth. How they look with scorn upon old age. How they say Etie dreadful what. in truth, Their part has just begun Lifeis stage; Then I must take the privih-ge to say. As man grows. tired of plczteure and of strife. That as he struggIes on from clay to day He. soon grows tired this weary old life; And then he joins that chorus with the Blest, And soars to Heaven to eternal rest. W F. meu 226. ea. .- .t mnmIimIHLIIInIItttmtl'tHHtlttttIIIIIlttrI't'llltllttIIIIJtt'ttttltttlt'tIIJillllltIIItt'ttTmtlillIJIIIIIIIttttttutttllItliiJIttttrHTtll :k 5Q