Morgan State University - Promethean Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE SPENCERIAN 1937 CLASS SONG VALEDICTORY The noontide falls of life’s brief day, And shadows dot its winding way; Yet clouds do not o’er hang our sky As we hid thee a fond good-bye. Chorus Fair Morgan, ever we’ll love thee And cherish long thy memory. Tho’ years bring pain or joy our way We pledge thee loyalty for aye. 2 Enshrined in hearts that do revere Thy doctrines and traditions dear, Thou’lt always live and ever light The steep path to successful height. 3 And when the twilight hours of life Bring rest from toiling in its strife, May we have brought the laurels fair As loyal sons and daughters bear. Words—George L. Moore, ’37. Music—Leo U. Ayers, ’37. 30

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— THE SPENCERIAN 1937 of Louise Whitlock. They, as the years, cannot return again. Yet, we need no history to make us remember them. They remain in our hearts. Individuals have stood out in the past four years. Should an accounting for such be needed, it may lie in the fact that the opportunity for mass action is not so great as that for individual. Nevertheless, the class has stood together when it was necessary to do so. In the Junior year of this class the time naturally presented itself when mass action was needed. That was during Senior Week. The Juniors entertained the Seniors with one of the grandest of Junior-Senior proms—so we were told. On Commencement Day the Seniors were preceded by a Junior procession. This event of the Commencemnt of 1936 was due to the inspiration of Professor Calloway. It was something new in the history of Morgan College and its junior classes. Very often there has been a complaint of nothing to do, particularly over the week-ends and particularly among the campus dwellers. Yet, as one looks into the past and memories of past events surge forward, there seems to have been very few moments when one could not have found something to do. There were always classes to prepare for if nothing more. And we've managed to keep a fair percentage of our members on the Honor Roll. Pi Lambda Psi, the honor society of the college, admitted three members of this class into its folds. They were Corinda Stewart, Blanche Bourne, and George Moore. Life moves onward, carrying us with it. Our years here are ended. Our history is made. This account is only a glimpse of what our life has been and of what our accomplishments have been. Untold events are in our memory. None are less vivid in memory for the telling or for the not telling. Our social pleasures have not been so limited. We’ve had teas, conferences, discussions, lectures, dancing, and literary programs. Most recently amateur programs have become quite a fad. Rounds of gaiety, rounds of sobriety, rounds of play and work, and a great round of four enjoyable years make up the circuit of years beginning with 1933 and ending with 1937. I. Blanche Bourne 29

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THE SPENCERIAN 1937 ODE TO MORGAN COLLEGE O. Dawn of Hope! to Thee we lift our voices, To thy Exalted glory do we sing; So fired by thy zeal, each heart rejoices. While countless praises now to thee we bring. Thou fortress! Morgan, refuge in disaster, 0 vale of trust, abode serene, in peace, From thee we found strength to chain and master The ills of time and strains of thought release. Great shrine of equity, through ages tower, That old and young may climb thy placid steep, In quest of light, of knowledge, truth and power To waken those who drowse in idle sleep. Should in thy grandeur we be tempt to wander, Or should on mystic dreams we seek to feed; Inflame us with thy valor, lest we ponder, And, by our wav'ring, fail thy cause to speed. Could there be rend, but just one glowing ember, Thy nurtured hearth reveals, and thus compel The hearts of youth to flame, awake, remember Thy shrine of trust where love and virtue dwell. But, nay; what need there be an actual token To blaze thy worth while we may feebly stand? May through our word and deed, thy worth be spoken; And thus thy fame may spread throughout the land. What noble deeds adorn these lofty pages Thy sacred books record and here relate! To martyrs, brave, your ministers and sages. This living altar we now consecrate. And those who tread your vaulted halls in duty, Ere moulding lofty minds in yielding sod; Reflect their lives in replicas of beauty, Whence all mankind might see the hand of God. So, dwell forever, MORGAN, dwell forever! All darksome dread your springs of hope to drown, Let reek, nor base import prevail, no, never! But every earnest effort, haste to crown. When age, with fate its earthly time shall reckon, As thus requite its lending from above; Stand Thou, the light to fire, to call, and beckon Bewildered youth to deeds of truth and love. Ei.oise Trent Wright. 31