Ace Club

The Candidate We Need

“And so we shall have to do more than register and more than vote; we shall have to create leaders who embody virtues we can respect, who have moral and ethical principles we can applaud with enthusiasm.”

– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Aims of an Alpha Man

Alphas 4 Obama

President Barack Obama is not a brother of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.  As far as I know, Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. has not officially endorsed his candidacy for president, but as a brother of the august body, I am an Alpha 4 Obama! 

Purpose and Action

"Society offered us narrowly circumscribed opportunity and no security.  Out of our need, our fraternity brought social purpose and social action."

- Jewel Henry Arthur Callis

Rho Sigma Lambda Chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.

Manly Deeds, Scholarship, Love for All Mankind

All of My Love!

"All of my love, peace and happiness, I'm gonna give to Alpha"


"All of my love, all of my love, well, well, well"


"Huh! 1-9-06!"

Brother Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (Sigma, 1952)

March 17, 2012

On March 17, 2012 at 8:44 p.m., I stepped into the grand light of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc.  This has been a dream of mine for a long time, and I will give all my love, my peace and happiness to Alpha.  I am humbled to join this august body and I will proudly wear the black and old gold and uphold the aims of my fraternity - manly deed, scholarship, and love for all mankind.  A Phi....06!

Definition of Time

By Unknown

Time is money.  We have no right to waste it.
Time is power.  We have no right to dissipate it.
Time is influence.  We have no right to throw it away.
Time is life.  We must value it.
Time is a sacred trust from God.  We must answer for every moment.
Time is preparation for eternity.  We must redeem it.

The Test of A Man

Author Unknown


The test of a man is the fight that he makes.
The grit that he daily shows.
The way that he stands on his feet.
And takes life's numerous bumps and blows.

A coward can smile,
When there's not to fear.
And nothing, his progress bars.
But it takes a man to stand and cheer.
While the other fellow stars.

It isn't the victory at all,
But, the fight a brother makes.
A man when driven against a wall.
takes the blows of fate.

With his hand held high.
Bleeding, bruised, and pale!
Is the man, who will win, fate defied,
For he isn't afraid to fail.

If

By Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk to wise;


If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word abotu your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virture,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Invictus

By: William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chancee

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged the punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.