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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARYCuriosity.....................................

•2 Only in the Springtime ..............

2 Great is Diana of the Ephesians “L，AJlegro” and "II Penseroso,,....5 8 The Miller’s Daughter 9 De Rebus Several.......

The Male Chorus Follies of 1938….12 The Afternoon of a Fawn — 15 A description 16 Selected Snatches.

EDITORIALS— Iacta alea est........................... .

Let’s Argue the Question ..........

On the Method of Conducting a Sensible Argument............

On Students............................. .

A Review.................................. .

CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM........ .

SEMINARY NOTES.........................

ALUMNI NOTES...........................

ATHLETICS.................................. .

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THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII.

Watertown, Wis., April 1938

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Entered at the Postoflice at Watert own, Wis' as second.class matter under Act of March 3, 1870* Published monthly. Subscription. One Diollar.

CURIOSITY Irvin W. JFeiss

There was no moon. It was a windy night; the wind seemed to close in from all directions just as the night had done a few hours before. The streets were bare, and the meagre illuminations from the two lamps in each block caused the paper dancing above before the wind to assume a spectral appearance, as if the absence of a single solitary person had given the spirits cause for celebration.

Under the darkened canopy of the theatre an old man sud­ denly appeared. How he got there is unanswerable. Perhaps he was blown there by the wind, for surely he would never have appeared in the theatre in such clothes or so unkempt and un­ shaven. The most fantastical thing was his lack of a heavy coat, since it was obvious that he was suffering from the cold blasts. His baggy suitcoat was drawn tightly to his body, and his cap pulled down firmly on his head, so that of his entire face only the cat-like glint of his eyes was at all visible.

Keeping close to the walls of the buildings, as if absorbing

some warmth from them, he slowly moved along on his toes as one sneaking up on a victim, and yet to all appearances his legs had the shuffling gait of an old man. In such queer manner he proceeded, then almost as suddenly, but surely not as myster­ iously as he had appeared, he disappeared up a dark alley.

The show was over; the audience, undoubtedly limited by the ill-wind, came from the theatre in small groups, and either aided or hindered by the blasts, departed in different directions.

Walking easily some groups went eastward, became silhouettes, and blended into the black background. Those proceeding westward made gradual progress until they stood before a large building. There all had gathered in a knot; those near the center anxiously, the others at least excitedly relating the cause of the disturbance.

A young man, presumably an usher in the theatre, for he was the last of the people to leave and he left alone, arrived at the outer edge of the crowd. His curiosity was aroused to such an extent that he began to push people to the side in his attempt to reach the inner edge to obtain first hand information of the evil workings of that night. Just when he was within seeing distance of the center of the commotion, a bell rang out.

No one else, only he looked up at the clock in the church steeple.

It was eleven o’clock.

Only in the Springtime I like to tell about such unprosaic things that fail to catch my glance at other times of year -like babbling brooks and birds that sing. This gives me cheer.

I like to daze and dream and take my pen and write bizarre vagaries, tales whose ends I do not know, but never young men’s springtime thoughts—Oh, no! Oh, no!

I. W. W. GREAT IS DIANA OF THE EPHESIANS W. Kehrberg

“Diana be praised! We shall yet arrive at Ephesus in time for the Festival,” said Glaucus, a young Roman. ‘‘Truly we may thank the goddess that we are not at the 2

bottom of the sea. My stomach is still sick from the rough sailing we passed through last night. If ever again I set foot on a ship, it shall be when I cross the Styx and not before,” answered Arbaces, an Egyptian, the tutor of Glaucus.

“Oh, come now, you will soon forget last night’s storm once we land and the Festival begins,” said Glaucus. “One forgets everything when he sees the glory of the goddess.”

The ship sailed smoothly alon^. They entered the port of Ephesus. Ships from every nation lay moored at the docks.

Here there were two Phoenician ships, there several Egyptian galleys, many Roman ships and there a ship evidently from faroff Spain, Many pilgrims had come to the shrine of Diana, the great goddess, for her Festival, the Artemisia. The fame of the goddess had gone far, and many had come for the month of celebration, which took place in early spring. The Ephesians put aside their labor, and the city was given over to festivity.

“Come, Arbaces, we must hasten if we wish to get to the Temple for the beginning of the ceremonies. The sun will soon rise over the mountains,” said Glaucus.

The two pilgrims hurried along the streets, gray in the early morning light, to the Magnesian gate. Here a broad highway, the Via Sacra, led to the Temple, a mile from the city.

Many people were already hastening along the road to the Temple.

Look, Arbaces, the covered stoa over the Via Sacra. It was not here when last I came to the Festival. Truly the god­ dess is becoming rich,” exclaimed Glaucus. ‘‘I heard rumors in Rome that Damianus, the senator, had willed the money for the construction of this，” remarked Arbaces. “Why he should will his money to a temple in this part of the world, I do not understand.”

44But, Arbaces, Diana is the great goddess. She is the greatest of the divinities. They say that for over four centuries she has protected Ephesus. Although wars have raged throughout this country, Ephesus has never been harmed.

Diana’s prestige grows year by year.”

“Perhaps so, perhaps so. But her greatness has not made itself felt upon me yet.”

“But wait, Arbaces, we shall soon come to the Temple and then you shall behold her full glory. We are fortunate. We

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shall arrive as the sun breaks over the mountains. Its first rays are already heralding its approach.”

The two hurried along with many other pilgrims, and sud­ denly, together with the sun, they came upon the Temple. It stood bright and shining in the clear morning light, a magnifi­ cent structure in pure white marble. The two stood, breath­ lessly admiring. Glaucus found words first.

"Arbaces, art thou now convinced of the glory of the god­ dess? Is not her temple a structure surpassing words to describe?” ‘‘Glaucus, it is marvelous. It is far beyond anything that I have yet seen. The Parthenon, the Pyramids, the tomb of Mausolus fall into insignificance at the beauty of this. Its size makes it majestic, and yet, it has a delicate gracefulness. Why have I never before come to behold this beauty?”

A considerable crowd was already gathered before the temple. Suddenly a shout went up. “Great is Diana! Great is Diana of the Ephesians.’’

“Come, Arbaces, the procession is beginning. We must see more.’’

Out of the Temple came a long line of guards mounted on white horses. They led the way to the Via Sacra. Priests in gorgeous robes followed. Priestesses, dancing- girls, musicians and flute players came forth from the Temple. Again shouts arose from the throng. ‘‘Great is Diana! Great is Diana! Great is Diana of the Ephesians.”

“Arbaces, the goddess herself comes. In a chariot drawn by snow-white fawns comes her effigy. Such beauty! It is grander than when last I was here.”

The procession moved on. More priests and priestesses came. Finally there came the end.

“Come, Arbaces, we must follow the procession to the Theater. There we shall see more glorious ceremonies.”

They went to the Theater. The crowds kept shouting, Great is Diana of the Ephesians.” At the Theater the effigy of the goddess was placed high before the people. All morning religious ceremonies took place, Oriental in nature, orgiastic and sensuous. In the afternoon games were held in Greek fashion; poets recited, singers competed, orators vied with each other in their accomplishments. In the evening the procession (i

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returned to the Temple. The last rays of the sun were shining upon the Temple.

“Arbaces, what dost thou now think of the goddess?” ‘‘Great is Diana of the Ephesians!” 本氺

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The archeologist sat in the evening gloom thinking.

"After six years search I have found the Temple of Diana.

Somewhere beneath this pond is all that remains of it.”

The wind sighed among the reeds, the frogs croaked mourn­ fully, a spirit seemed to move about the place. The croaking of the frogs grew louder. Brekekekex, brekekekex-coax. Great is Diana! Great is Diana! Great is Diana of the Ephesians!” The moon loomed slowly over the mountains and illumined a large plain and a weedy pond of water. “Great is Diana! Great is Diana of the Ephesians!” The frogs continued their croaking.

“L’ALLEGRO，，AND “IL PENSEROSO” Traugolt Bradike

The study of “L’Allegro and “II Penseroso” is one of an occult balance existing between two phases of one poem, the poem of Milton’s life. The greater length of “II Penseroso” in depicting “the Meditative Man” would surely weigh down the pensive, melancholy side of the poem were it not for the re­ deeming feature of the style Milton employs in both “L’Allegro” and “II Penseroso”. Milton’s style in these two parts of one poem is a broad, sweeping style, broad in the fact that the reader does the interpreting for himself; Milton intimates the idea, and the reader unfolds it through imaginative power.

Another set of features of the two parts is the theme of both; the banishment of Melancholy in the introduction of “L’Allegro” embodied in the lines “Hence，loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sighs unholy!

Find out some uncouth cell” finds its opposite in the banishment of Mirth in “II Penseroso”.

The former poem summons Mirth, while the latter calls Me­ lancholy, or reflection and study.

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咕j| the ideas they present, although the ideas are always the direct opposite of each other. Thus the first ten lines of both poems show us the banishment of Melancholy and deluding joys in “L，Allegro” and “II Penseroso” respectively. Milton’s words in these two passages are especially descriptive of the “banish­ ments”. Melancholy is presented as an outgrowth of the infernal regions, its fit resting place is gloom and darkness: “In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.”

Vain deluding joys banished in "II Penseroso” are as numerous as the small, floating dust particles reflecting the sunbeams, and about as useful. ‘‘And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams.”

The summonses after the banishment are inversions of the “banishment equation”. “L’Allegro” introduces Mirth or Euphrosyne as the only possible means of becoming happy.

Mirth surely fits, for was she not born of the union of the goddess of beauty, Venus, and Bacchus, the god of wine. Or even if she was born of the West Wind and Dawn, her very nature is what Milton needs to cure him of Melancholy. Not so lines 11-36 of “II PenserosoM—here Melancholy the incarnation of both blackness and beauty, “Black but such as in esteem Prince Memmon’s sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiope Queen that strove To set her beauty’s praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended” becomes the only possible solution of the problem.

Neither Melancholy nor Mirth arrives alone. Melancholy brings with her Quiet, Leisure, Contemplation, and Silence.

Contrast with these attributes of Melancholy the qualities Mirth brings, Jest, Jollity, Laughter and Liberty. So vastly different as are these two sets of qualities, just so different are the styles Milton employs to describe the trains of Mirth and Melancholy.

The style of this passage in “L’Allegro”，including line 25-40, is just as happy as are Jest and Jollity, just as light as is carefree Laughter, and just as free as is liberty. Melancholy in ‘‘II Penseroso” is described in a style which seems to be one of calm, and of slow following; then with logical swiftness 6

Milton shows us this state of calm and rest as night.

"Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her Dragon yoke Gently o’er the accustomed oak.”

The nightingale is singing. No so “L’Allegro”，morning is dawning. The lark is singing, cocks are crowing; the sound of hunter and hawk is heard; best of all, the sun is rising. The beauty of Milton’s description of the rise of the sun is unsur­ passed in both poems.

“Where the great sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight.”

Milton’s description of the morning scene includes various scenes in a typical country section. But now let us look at the opposite scene in “II Penseroso’’. The moon now is wandering slowly across the evening sky. Far away a curfew is heard; gloom reigns. Melancholy has its proper setting in Milton’s exposition.

Allusions throughout the poems thus far have constantly been to gods and goddesses of classical poetry. Milton now makes a digression. Conventional names of pastoral poetry now appear. He finds a home, or perhaps just a place of stay for the conventional characters of pastoral poetry in a cottage situated in this scene. It forms a direct contrast to the castle.

From the cottage the scene travels to the uplands. A rural outside party is in full swing; young and old dance and play games. It is now high noon. Lines 85-102 of “II Penseroso” expose an atmosphere altogether different from that shown in “i’Allegro”. Spirits of the work of the “thrice great Hermes” and Plato inhabit the study.

“Where I may oft outwatch the Bear With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What world or what cast regions hold The mansions in this fleshy nook,” Tales of Thebes and Troy engross the student’s mind. Philosophy and tragedy become vitalized. With a gorgeous might Milton throws himself into the next lines. They are stately music, and deal with music. He extols music, the kind of music produced

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“Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto’s cheek,’’ to procure the release of Eurydice, his wife, from Pluto and his realm, Hades.

With line 100 evening approaches in ‘‘L’Allegro”. It is the time of story telling. Morning approaches with line 121 in “II Penseroso”. Clouds are passing across the sky in the latter passage. They are driven by a strong wind; a shower begins, reaches its high point, and subsides.

“When the gust hath blown his fill Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves.”

Gradually as the sun ascends higher in this poem, Milton speaks of taking a walk through the woods where all is quiet. An eye full of sleep in a secluded spot seems the height of luxury and well being. The sleeper awakes as the sound of music steals through the woods; he hunts for a cathedral or some sort of house of religion and joins in the services conducted there.

Shift the scene; turn to “L’Allegro”. Midnight approaches and brings with it all the joys and gatherings of the society of the town. Pageantry is at its height. Soft music, subdued yet lilting, permeates the din and clamor — Mirth is at its highest point. Grant one wish, goddess of Mirth! Let the music bring charm and harmony into the soul. Conclude “L’Allegro” with “These delights if thou canst give Mirth with thee I mean to live.”

Mirth has received its challenge and accepted it. Challenge also finds its way into the peaceful hermitage in which the pensive, meditative man of “II Penseroso” spends his last days— These Pleasures Melancholy give, And I with thee will choose to live.”

Milton in these two poems presents the struggle within himself 一 an outward urge toward social greatness, and an inward urge toward the greatness of a lonely man.

THE MILLER’S DAUGHTER Louis E. Pingel

A certain miller used to dwell Beside the river Dee, And people still are wont to tell How jolly he could be.

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He had a daughter passing fair, A bonny lass was she, With laughing eyes and golden hair; Her name was Rose Marie.

She mostly spent the time at play About the noisy mill For she was only ten in May With life before her still. ’Twas summestime, and flowers grew Along the river Dee, And specimens of every hue Attracted Rose Marie.

She often said that she was fond Of waterlilies too.

Now many blossomed on the pond.

She needs must have a few.

She stepped into a boat near by And pushed it from the shore.

Said she, “At least I’ll have to try To gather three or four.’’

Soon danger threatened Rose Marie That quiet summer day; The millrace, which she didn’t see Was twenty feet away.

She saw a lily twice as bright; A smile lit up her face.

She pushed the boat with all her might; It floated down the race.

They must have heard her cry of fear; It pierced the heart like steel.

Yet, somehow, there was no one near When she went o’er the wheel.

They found her body, lifeless, cold; She clutched the lilies yet.

A sight so touching to behold One hardly can forget.

DE REBUS SEVERAL G. Hillmer

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they continually sought to couch even their most abstract thoughts in graphic phrases. This we see in one of their defini­ tions of philosophy: “Philosophy is the helmsman of life.”

Keeping this picture in mind, they could follow the most abstract line of reasoning- without losing their foothold on terra firma. That they then also assiduously carried out this precept in applying it to themselves is shown by the great number of discussions still extant in the original referring to this subject.

They knew that, if the helmsman is thrown overboard, the ship will be in dire straits. Therefore they did everything in their power to strengthen and support their pilot. Having then developed him into a trusty leader, they relied on him implicitly and he in turn was a mighty bulwark in every distress.

To Socrates some of his philosophic principles were as sure as the fact that the sun would rise above the peaks of the Hymettus at dawn on the morrow. His absolute indifference and cold contempt for those who prided themselves on their own wealth, power, or beauty—in more practical, concrete terms, several ’38 Buicks, a remunerative position in business, and a luxurious abode was as fundamental and firmly grounded in him, as much to be relied upon under any circumstances, as the very stones on which he was standing.

“Knowledge is culture’s consummation.” In no wise does this mean “salvation by education” as some would imply, for that would preclude a very distinct knowledge of the object, be it region or otherwise, for which or to which one is to be “saved,” which lay entirely out of the scope of his conception of the “hereafter.” It meant simply the law which he had formu­ lated after closely observing the many times that he came into contact with his fellowman, and then drawing the conclusion that this was the method to follow to best get along with his neighbor; he also as a result at the same time supplied his own life with a steadying influence.

Moreover his conception of the soul was far different from our more or less clearly defined idea, even if Plato at times discussed its workings minutely as well as the causes for its various moods, even presenting beyond reasonable doubt the proof for not only the existence of the soul but also its im­ mortality. But all is based on logical argumentation, and furthermore is founded on an assumption, intriguing and in10

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teresting, but yet not factual; this assumption is the root of most Platonic philosophy, especially, of his pet theory of recollec­ tion, which in this instance branches off into the theory of the pre-existence of the soul. Granted that the soul has had a life prior to the existence it now has in our temporal body, then by a series of deductive arguments he comes to the conclusion that the soul, besides dwelling in us now, must also, after it leaves the body, inhabit another cosmos, concerning which one can only conjecture; but this much is known, namely, that if it was eternal prior to the time that it entered our body, it must exist in an eternal state also after it leaves — and all this again based purely on logical reasoning.

Thus we can run the entire gamut of the philosophy of Socrates, the “wisest of all,” and we shall fail to find a single point in which his inmost being was not in dead earnest.

Modern philosophy, beginning especially with Hegel, and terminating in the current American philosophy, tends to put the cart before the horse by considering philosophy not so much a ‘‘system of technical precepts77 for changing the direction of the customs and impulses of the people as a systematization of the already existing customs and practices. In other words, even the wild-eyed ravings and fanatical actions of any thought­ less mob, if they be set down on paper in some form of logical sequence, according to regularity or irregularity, cause and effect, or some other such arrangement, if that be at all possible, —that to the 20th century stream-lined mind of America is philosophy. By thus reducing philosophy into an agency for excusing popular whims, one can readily see why an urgent call for new forms into which to pour this doctrine must be soon answered. So in order to keep the fickle hoi polloi from be­ coming suckers on some other bait, or possibly even on none at all, which would be superbly tragic, new, highfalutin’ agencies come in very handy, as the present forms of “behaviorism”， psychoanalysis, authoritarianism, ontological empiricism, teleo­ logical Thomism and just ordinary Tommyrot give ample evidence.

So we see that the philosophy of to-day has degenerated from something essential in man’s makeup to an anachronistic term that is struggling to keep at least its time-honored exterior.

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THE MALE CHORUS FOLLIES OF 1938 D, Kowalke

Sat. April 9; Bob Reim scheduled the bus for 12:01 this after­ noon, but the Greyhounds don’t show any of the charateristics of the Saint Bernard, so by the time a bus was jerked loose from the Chicago snows and sent to school it was 12:45 . . . The driver’s name is Herbie ... the bus’s name is Betsy-the-Poontang ... Off at last • • • just after we started we feared me­ chanical difficulties in the rear axle, but the noise proved to be Zimmie “Workin’ on the Railroad” . ... At a resort near the Dells, the first stop, “just to stretch a bit，” Schmelzer saw a sign “Picnic Tables-Fi，ee” and was forcibly detained from taking one along, “just in case” . ... At Bangor we met Ray and Lily who had come aboard Ray’s coal burner .... Jap was to have taken care of their luggage, but practical joker that he is ... . it’s going to be shipped to Rochester. Wimpy’s double breasted serge made a fine single breasted for Lily .... Home and to bed early.

Sun. April 10: Sang two songs at confirmation this morning.

R. Schaller and Krug didn’t sit on the same side as the rest of us so they got nicked for the collection . . . . Started for Rochester this afternoon .... had to walk across the bridge at LaCrosse. A loaded bus is not allowed to drive over..

Mickey Bradtke has a bridge complex, so Ernie and I led him across, the while giving him a spirited pep talk . ... it seems the little Irshman saw a threshing machine drop through ....

First impression of Minnesota . ... a lot of wind . . . and dust.

We’ll have to admit that the bluffs are fine. . . .The entire chorus went through the Clinic at Mayoville .... Klages took the guide’s spiel down in shorthand . . . . the rest of us watched his mustache . . The hand-carved doors interested Schlenner, but we got his pocket knife away in time .... Emil was almost forced to leave when he remarked that as soon as an important doctor died he was engraved in the wall.... Memo .... Stay off the fast elevators after bus rides .... Broadcast this after­ noon over KROC.... Jap dashed in 45 seconds before we went on the air ... all very thrilling.... Nice crowd at the concert.. . Marc Horn was around to give us moral support.

Mon. April 11： Dashed around Mayoville seeing the sights — nurses, parks, hotels, etc ... . The subways between the hotels 12

and the hospitals are ideal for a snappy little round of cops ’n robbers .... Went through the clinic museum . . . some of the operations carved out of wax were so realistic that they nearly reversed Schumann’s and Ambelang^ breakfast.... Lake City next stop .... The bus’s magazine section is developing nicely.... Poor crowd at the concert. ... oh, well, today is Synod Day .... The first basses misled us in the first number ...no it wasn’t Schmelzer.... Heard between numbers, while waiting for the tones . . . “What’s the next song?” • • • “Look at the third one in the last bench” . . . . “The heat, I’m suffocating” .... “Drive pitch!” .... Staying at a dentist’s home tonight.

Tucs. April 12: Circumnavigated Lake City three times this morning .... Nobody on the streets until 11 A. M. . . . Even Lehninger and Hempel couldn’t find anyone “interesting” to talk to ... . Left Lake City at2:15.. . . Peewee and Schmelzer held up the works .... They breezed in V2 hour late and Schmelz thought he was 15 minutes early . ... he just had to finish that Gurnsey .... Upon arriving in St. Paul this after­ noon, Professor Bolle was greeted with a great big kiss ....

Wimpy P. P. (Perfect Pitch) Wiedemeyer started us off three tones too high on “Sie leben hoch” after the meal tonight. He took it pretty hard and later was heard muttering to himself and banging the A key on the piano at frequent intervals ....

“Our Chick” was presented the Local boy makes good! keys to the city after the concert. . . . Saw Minneapolis tonight ...and got the first real bath of the tour.

Wed. April 13: Saw the city from our host’s car this morning ... every other lot is a lake. . . The bus left at 12:30 •• • Schmelzer arrived 30 minutes early,to counteract his Lake City fiasco ... Kuehl and Brick came to the bus looking very satis­ fied with life .... Franzmann joined us again after a prolonged visit with “friends” .... the one in the white frame on his desk, I think .... Off for Schofield at noon .... Rode all afternoon without much mishap except that Krug forgot his dignity and waved to several cuties on the sidewalk....

Arrived at Schofield much bedraggled, but a cold shower did wonders .... Nice crowd at the concert •• • Tliurs. April 14: On the air again today . ... at 9 over WSAU 13

I ^rnath ^ Wausau .... These cork rooms are getting me down • • • . I don’t know why but I always expect to be met at the door by a man with a strait-jacket • • • • Services at the theater this noon and heard the president of the Missouri Synod .... Left Dagwood behind with an attack of appendicitis .... our first casualty. Rode all afternoon to Algoma • • • • Schlenner is bubbling over with joy at seeing Caroline again .... Sang one song in church tonight. . went to communion.

Fri. April 15: Spent the day in the Metropolis of Algoma ...

Some of the fellows recognized their opportunities and visited Kewaunee • • • . Bob and Zimmie are doing all right at Spike’s， thank you .... they go to bed the same day they get up but they don’t get up the • • • oh well, skip it, I never could get it straight... A record breaking crowd at the concert tonight ...A party afterwards •• • Micky (Goiter) Bradtke seems to be making connections in the minister’s family.. . Brick and Kuehl drove home to Manitowoc for the night …they were snowed up in Alaska for a while and nearly drowned before they got home.

Sat. April 16: Left these polar regions forNeenah ", Arrived in time for the noon meal …I declare, Jap pulled a fast one …he changed the wording of his after dinner speech …Bob Reim spent half of the night running a missing persons bureau... the geography of Neenah is a little obscure, I guess. .. Ernie and the bus driver spent the evening at Club 41 on highway 45… is it or is it not leap year?…No concert today.

Sun. April 17: Routed out in the middle of the night (so it seemed) for the sunrise service___Norm Sauer tried his best to persuade Professor Bolle to sing “Miide bin ich” for the first number... At Appleton at 10. M. for the second concert today …Ate dinner at Appleton... I guess Jap and Emil renewed canning factory acquaintances …New London at 8 P. M. for the third concert today---- right now I wish I knew sign language.…Ernie and I are close to the soil tonight.

Mon. April 18: Got up too late to help with the chores.. .even made the bus wait a little while___At a “comfort stop” in Fond du Lac, Dagwood (he had rejoined us at Neenah) dis­ appeared for fifteen minutes after we were ready to start …he wouldn’t deny that he was making a phone call …We sang at 14

Forest tonight... Half of the chorus stayed with members of the Krug family... Clayton himself spent his time elsewhere ...the moment the bus was homeward bound he complained of homesickness... The fellows are in good spirits going home to­ night ... it was a very successful tour The Afternoon of a Fawn — A description Music expresses many moods, as varied and as numerous as is the very personality of man. In one mood music can bring out a peculiar, haunting rhythm reminiscent of distant tom-toms calling warriors to the battle or couples to the dance. In another mood music can be a background on which the imagina­ tion paints an intricate strain, transmuting into mental scenes harmonious tonal color blendings. To convey such a delicate, immaterial scene to harsh, printed words which glare up from a stark white page robs it of much of its peculiar quality of diaphanous charm. But good or bad, the result may at least be worth the attempt.

The full, mellow tones of a silver-mouthed flute express in the opening notes a soft, haunting refrain that persists through­ out the piece, and portrays with a few gradually ascending notes the entrance of the graceful fawn as it approaches the marshy green through which a limpid rivulet is flashing over the speckled pebbles, each a distinct work of art. As the fawn daintily steps over to the bank, the slight motion of his rippling muscles is expressed by these few ascending notes that cling to the highest one as he gazes for a moment into the distance be­ fore bending over and refreshing his tongue in the cool liquid, which is the action accurately described by the sudden descent from the lingering high c.

Harps are now gently weaving a rhythmic background for the solo strain of the sotto-voiced cellos as the nimble fawn lithely prances away, intensely jealous of every moment of his existence, intent only on enjoying his afternoon jaunt to the full. A luxuriant feeling of sparkling vitality, subdued only by the peaceful scene of indescribable beauty and calm of the verdant nature surrounding him, pervades the whole composi­ tion.

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suggestive of Abie's first awe-inspiring view of Rima’s strange and beautiful garden, which overpowered him with a fascination as exotic as it was gripping.

Many other scenes and adventures, scents and colors are musically brought out by the other movements in the description of the passing afternoon. One more highlight, however, must not escape our notice.

In the final bars a harp runs up and down a scale of in­ tervals while the cellos, violas, and violins hold enharmonic chords which gradually subside to a whisper as the tempo is re­ tarded and the volume gradually decreased. Thus the fawn slowly wends its way in the path of the setting sun to its leafy abode, weary but happy over the adventure of a glorious day.

Selected Snatches “Waiter.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Have you ever been to the Zoo V1 “No, sir.”

“Well, you ought to go some time. You’d get a big kick out of watching the turtles zip past.” 一 Sundial They have been at a great feast of Languages, and stolen the scraps. — Shakespeare What is a metaphor ?

To keep the cows in, of course.

How many eggs did you have for breakfast, Caesar ?

Et tu, Brute.

The golf pro became frightfully angered when asked : “How’s the wife and all the caddies ?”

Aug. Obs. Why can’t it be?

Where can a man buy a cap for his knee ?

Can his eye be called an academy Because there are pupils there ?

In the crown of his head what gems are found ?

Who crosses the bridge of his nose ?

Can he use, when shingling the roof, The nails on the end of his toes ?

Can be sit in the shade of the palm of his hand ?

Or a beat on his eardrum hear?

If the calf on his leg eats the corn on his toes, Should he not grow his corn on his ear ?

Can the crook of his elbow be sent to jail ?

And how does be sharpen his shoulder blades ?

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THE BLACK AND RED Published Monthly by the Students of Northwestern College

EDITORIAL STAFF Richard Jungkuntz.

Gerhard t Hillmer James Vogt Fritz Peterson

Editor in Chief Contributing Editors

Department Editors Campus and Classroom .......................Athletics Business Managers Traugott Bradtke.... __ Business Manager Willard Kehrberg Advertising Managers Gerhard Franzmann Walter Wegner..

Honus Schweppe

Contributions to the Literary Department are requested from Alumni and undergraduates. All literary matter should be addressed to the Editor in Chief and all business communications to the Business Manager.

The terms of subscription are One Dollar per annum, payable in ad­ vance. Single copies, 15 cents. Stamps not accepted in payment. Notify us if you wish your address changed or your paper discontinued.

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With a minimum of flourish, abortive apologies, and vain promises of better things to come, we present this our initial number. Suffice it to say that our policy coincides with that of our predecessor and that we shall continue to evaluate our pub­ lication by the quality of its Literary section.

We now heartily invite your criticisms and literary contri­ butions. For obvious reasons the former will not be published.

Editor Let’s Argue the Question .... of us realize how important a role argument plays in FsersEW the course of our daily affairs. Already when we wore trou­ cut off above the knees we would say, “Mother, give me a

lollypop,” and there we had the beginning of an argument, however short-lived it may have been. Next we probably argued with our teachers, classmates, professors etc. until someday when perhaps we shall marry. Then the argument becomes so one-sided that it ceases to be interesting. ^ What I’m driving at is this: because argumentation and dabate are so very necessary at all times, more stress should be 17

laid on learning how to argue intelligently, This can best be accomplished by recognizing debate as an organized extra­ curricular activity with supervision by a qualified faculty mem­ ber. It seems very strange to me coming from a public high school where debating was held in high regard by the authorities to find that a very different attitude prevails at this institution.

To my mind, the values of debating can be classified in three main divisions. The first is that it teaches the student to think clearly while speaking before an audience. Especially when delivering his rebuttal the debater must be able to formu­ late his ideas in his mind in a very short time. In this way he develops a terse, decisive style of speech omitting the flowers of rhetoric so common in a memorized speech. He must also learn to select the main issues of the topic to be discussed.

Another definite advantage of debating is that it increases a student’s ability to do competent research work in timely questions. We hear the opinion voiced hereabouts that debating leads to intellectual dishonesty. That is, that a student after doing a limited amount of research sets himself up as an authority on his subject. This condition would not have to be greatly feared, however, if the debate coach would guide his charges toward the right objectives. As things are now, the average student takes little or no interest in any current affairs and thus loses all contact with the things going on about him.

By doing this research work he would learn to use reference books and worthwhile news periodicals intelligently.

The third great fruit of debating and the one which will probably be of the most use to those who plan to enter the ministry, is that it is an invaluable aid to public speaking.

Getting up before an audience with an argument is much easier than to deliver a memorized speech, such as are heard at our literary society programs, because the speaker really feels what he is speaking and is not merely reciting a jumble of words.

Fluency is developed much faster by debate speeches than in a formal oration. The intonation of words and the use of gestures come as a natural result of what the speaker is thinking instead of being drilled in mechanically and memorized as part of the speech.

Recently several articles appeared in the “Black and Red” which were of an argumentative nature. These articles really had no place in the magazine because when viewed by an out­ sider they look petty and inconsequential and in themselves added nothing to the literary merit of the publication. This type of question would make good debate material and shows that there is plenty of argumentative spirit just waiting for a chance.

When one looks at all the advantages that might be derived and the few objections, he must concede that debating should be adopted at Northwestern.

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On the Method of Conducting a Sensible Argument....

Far from being an exhaustive essay on the broad subject of argument, this article strives only to present a few comments on the manner in which an intelligent discussion might profitably be conducted. It finally ends up in a list of “do’s” and “don’ts”.

One hears so many arguments in which some one spoils an other­ wise enjoyable discussion by some breach of etiquette which renders his method of argument objectionable in the eyes of his opponent.

There is one perfectly legitimate form of disputation which can hardly be termed argument, and therefore does not merit lengthy discussion here. It is merely a sharp, yet dignified re­ tort used to stop ridicule or end ludicrous controversy.

A second type of argument which is used extensively, but which is not a fair or legitimate form of disputation is the argu­ ment governed primarily by passion instead of by reason.

Usually attributed to the fairer sex, it is, however, not without its adherents among the men. It usually concludes a losing argument with a slap and a laugh and "No, Sonny, I’m afraid your wrong.” Entirely ineffectual for convincing one, it tends only to make one despise the arguer who uses such an unfair method. You can seldom turn anyone away from the movies merely by pounding your fist and calling Hollywood a cesspool, and turning the actors’ names around until they sound like something- silly. You have to use more intelligent methods.

Finally there remains a third type of argument which alone deserves lengthy consideration. This sensible or intelligent discussion has the threefold purpose of convincing your opponent of your point of view, sharpening your intellectual powers, and absorbing the more valuable part of your opponent’s views and opinions. The subject matter is immaterial so long as it is worthy of an intelligent argument. A controversy debating the pro and con of an umpire’s decision is unlikely to provide material for a good conversation.

There are several simple rules which, if observed, will make the discussion more enjoyable, and mutually more beneficial.

One thing well worth keeping in mind is to avoid sweeping “absolute” phrases. All too often your remark is not as certain as you may believe. Your opponent will think much less of you if you act cocky and say that you know such and such to be 19

a fact which applies to all cases. Franklin once asked a friend of his to tell him what he considered his greatest fault. His friend told him that he stated his opinions too definitely. It made his listeners grit their teeth if they didn’t agree with him.

Thereafter Franklin tried introducing his statements with “I’m of the impression that— ’’or “It appears to me that.” 一 He found that he got along much better, and that his listeners were more ready to believe him when he wasn’t always so certain about his statements. We agree with Voltaire, that “doubt is not a very agreeable state of mind, but certainly is an absurd one.”

One should listen at all times to his opponent. Avoid thinking about your own coming remarks while he is talking. It isn’t fair to him, and you lose the opportunity of understanding his opinions. It makes a pretty ragged conversation when each member starts thinking about what he wants to say next as soon as he has finished talking. This also implies, of course, that you don’t talk too long, and thereby make your companion tired of hearing you repeat and harp on one subject. If you ramble, you get away from the subject and rob your opponent of the opportunity to inject pertinent and convincing- remarks.

Antagonism should be kept out of intelligent argument. It may have its place in other types of disputation, but certainly not in this one. Ridicule and sarcasm are also out of place.

Remember that these are sharp weapons, and leave your opponent practically defenseless. It breeds animosity and de­ grades any worth-while conversation.

It is advisable to keep the argument as much as possible on the subject. You get nowhere by rolling on and on from one subject to another. If you disgress from the subject, it should be only to illustrate or prove a point. Then one should return.

Otherwise, as a rule, one should digress from the main point only to feel around for a common ground, or to find a simpler form in which the argument can so be presented as to set the opposing opinions more clearly in opposition.

One should not go too far in the direction of sticking by a sinking ship. When you are obviously cornered in some phase of your argument, let your pride go and give your opponent the satisfaction of an admitted success on that point. He will probably do the same for you some time. If you, however, 20

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happen to be 'the one who is momentarily victorious, let your opponent down easily. Don’t rub it in. It happens seldom enough that someone’s ideas on a general subject are changed by argument. When it does happen, you should be decent enough to pass over the affair as gracefully as possible.

Perhaps the most important precept that we should observe is the,one that is violated so frequently by otherwise capable arguers. It is improper to despise your opponent’s opinion. If he is worth arguing with, he is intelligent enough to have an opinion worth considering. It is very seldom that one has the right to consider himself a sufficient judge to condemn another’s opinion as impossible. If you think that only a half-witted fool can enjoy jazz, it is poor policy to try and argue with anyone from that point of view. He will with justice disrespect your intelligence and methods of argument, just as we disrespect those scientists who say so definitely that Christianity is ridicu­ lous. We know that we are not feeble-minded to believe in Christianity, and a person likewise has a perfect right to believe that he is not mentally deranged just because he enjoys jazz.

Hold to your opinion, but don’t put yourself on a superior plane and scorn anyone who does not think just as you do on a subject.

In short, be a gentleman in your argument, and remember that the only disputation worth giving any time is one covering a topic of general interest from which you can derive mutual enlightenment. And if you argue on such a subject, it will be of common interest to argue in a manner which your opponent can respect and enjoy. Even if we admit that argument seldom convinces another party of a point, it does, if properly done, broaden one’s views on the subject, and is a fine exercise in clear formulation and expression of thoughts.

N. Reim On Students ....

Do you like to study? Sh! Not so loud! I know that over eighty percent of the answers are “No!” But why should young people, students in particular, who have had absolutely no experience in the darker ways of this world so decidedly spurn every possibility of acquiring those means that must surely at some time assist them in overcoming the obstacles they are bound to encounter?

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just why the afore-mentioned eighty percent attends school, I believe there is a certain group attending school merely because the modern parents deviate from the theory that an eight-grade education is sufficient. Nowadays a young man ought to at least go to college, even if it is only to give his foolish parents the opportunity to cut out a newspaper clipping when the son returns from college for the holidays. That type of student has absolutely no goal for which he can strive. He consequently has nothing to study and may be seen downtown any night during the week. (I might add that he does not always frequent the most respectable business places.) The result: Headaches and sleepless nights for student and professors as well. Another group consists of such students who visit college because their fathers once attended. They have heard the fantastic stories of their fathers, and upon arriving at school, proceed to practice those pranks. But this modern age does not tolerate the non­ sense of three decades ago. The consequences are always most unfortunate. Then here is also that student who would rather attend school than work at home. I rank this type a trifle higher than either of the first two for this reason only: They are forced to do a little studying to keep their grades above board or else — back to work. I might continue to classify other students as those who attend college merely to participate in athletics or those who go to school for co-education. (The latter class is excluded from our institution.) Butin every case we can see why those students would naturally answer negatively to the question I asked at the outset. They allow present fancies to rob them of their education.

I shall now attempt to show why the remaining twenty percent attends school. On questioning one member of that group, I was referred to Francis Bacon’s “Of Studies•” Already the first sentence is answer enough. ‘‘Studies serve for de­ light, for ornament, and for ability.” Surely we can imagine the pleasure derived by a student who reads and understands the thoughts of the Romantic Poets. The select group of students in our institution (practically all included in that twenty percent, who listen to the music of the classical com­ posers have surely learned to derive such unspeakable delights only after the fundamental theories have been studied and digested. For ornament — Don’t you often envy your class22

mate who can correctly handle the English language or one who can intelligently speak on mythology, science, or literature?

I’m quite certain I heard no negative replies to that question.

For ability —We can not yet see this effect, but I’m positive that in several years we shall see the results gained by any one of those students belonging to the minority. Most of the old classmates won’t be able to understand, but you and I will realize that the lessons taught in history and the results of the science and classical courses were put to good use by that now successful individual.

But already I hear arguments arise from the majority of the students. “How can any one make the statement that studies serve for delight? When studies begin to do that, they must have been transferred into entertainment such as a movie. To me studies and effort are synonymous. Effort, not even in the mildest sense of the word, denotes delight. ” These students then quote from the same essay: “To spend too much time in studies is sloth.” But in this statement I must emphasize the word ‘‘too’’. I have never yet seen, nor even heard of a college student who has spent too much time on his studies. Have you?

H. Schweppe A Review ....

The genius of the Bard of Avon has once more excited the jaded appetites of the modern theater goer. Shakespeare has once more become alive, and critics are excitedly pointing to analogies between the times Shakespeare describes, and our own. Orson Welles, in a bold theatrical gesture, has defied conventionality and has presented to the theater going public an interesting experiment. He has taken Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar and has dressed the characters in modern garb and has given it a modern setting. In thus modernizing his presenta­ tion he has taken care not to alter the beautiful poetry of the original in the slightest respect.

I must confess that, before I entered the theater, I was dubious about the outcome of this venture. I could not see how Shakespeare’s genius would be helped by such spectacular changes from custom. However, from the first roll of the ympani which announced the beginning of the tragedy I saw that I was wrong. Here was no isolated, inapplicable^ 23

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from ancient history. Here was a live intense enactment of current events. Here was the problem of tyranny and imper­ ialism being attached from all angles. The common people, swayed from one side to the other for reasons which they did not know; the lawless, grafting element, out for personal gain, their coat collars pulled up high on their faces, their hats slouched over their eyes and their right hands ominously in their coat pockets; the military faction, smartly accoutered in storm troopers’ outfits, fiercely seeking their own power; noble Brutus, the idealist, murdering his friend, because he loved Rome more. Shakespeare’s works live, and will continue to live, because the truths which they utter and the analyses of human nature which they give, are applicable to all ages and times.

Is it, as some say, a sacrilege thus to transport the characters of Shakespeare to our own times'? After seeing the production which has resulted from this modernization, one must decry this utterly. The beauty of Shakespeare’s verse remains unchanged, and the universal truths which he uttered, strike home in a manner never before possible.

D. Kowalke.

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Campus and Classroom

Annually the task of editing the Campus and Classroom Column devolves upon some unfortunate member of the Black and Red staff. To him falls the lot of injecting among other things a bit of humor into these otherwise learned pages.

Therefore, having been duly sentenced to serve in this capacity, your present editor casts aside the superficial cloak of dignity proverbially ascribed to an upper classman and assumes the motley garb characteristic of a jester— or shall we say fool.

We do not feel entirely unjustified in our action, for no less a person than the Roman poet Horace once said, “Dulce est desipere in loco11: It is pleasant to unbend no proper occasions, to play the fool, to lay aside one’s wisdom and gravity (if, of course, one has such things). A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men; and then too, even a fool at times speaks sense. Having thus introduced ourselves, we dip our pen into a fresh bottle of Black and Red ink and subject you to a new dose of Campus and Classroom comments. 氺氺

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The usual nocturnal silence in the dormitory was suddenly broken between the hours of 2:30 and 3 A. M. on the morning of March 25. Sleeping students were rudely roused by anxious cries of “Fire!” mingled with the clanging of bells and the shrieking of sirens. The cause of the disturbance was a fire in the dormitory smoking-room. The blaze was soon extinguished upon the arrival of the city fire department.

Since the fire may have started in one of the upholstered chairs in the smoking-room, it has been suggested that the re­ maining upholstered furniture be removed. An official report states that all present furniture will be replaced by steel chairs padded with carpet tacks. We add our favoring voice in humble approval: “This plan has its points.”

While the fire was still blazing, your columnist dashed about among the student spectators collecting comments from persons of note. We pass them on to you — A. Schabo: “Too bad it’s not the recitation building, or at least a prof’s house.”

Ray Frey (who discovered the blaze): “Aw shucks, ’twere nothin’. Smelling smoke is my specialty.”

Fritz Grunwald (the practical man): “Such a joll;y blaze ought not be wasted. ’Tis indeed a shame we have no marshmallows to roast V1 Students living on the second floor of the dormitory are 25

demanding a new deal! Some mysterious force is causing the wash-bowl stoppers to disappear, resulting in no little confusion during the early morning rush and bringing scores late to breakfast. Some would-be humorous fellow has suggested using the thumb of the left hand as a stopper while one washes with the right hand. The difficulties this plan entails are obvious; and besides, we aren’t all gifted by nature with a left hand thumb made to fit the hole of every wash-bowl. Realizing the need of action, the second-floor inmates organized the Society for Stopping the Stealing of Stoppers. With none other than G. Schmelzer as president, the Society cannot fail to accomplish great things, especially if it lives up to its motto, “Immer noch ein Pfropchen Vf Two landmarks familiar to students of several generations have been removed from our campus. The ^Agricultural Build­ ings^ will be seen no more. With them have disappeared the vorious cattle, beasts of burden, and fowl which were wont to make their respective homes in these buildings. The cows, we know, have been sold; the chickens made their last public ap­ pearance on our dinner-table; but their is some doubt as to what actually happened to Old Dobbin. * * * * Date: Tuesday, April 5 Time: 8:00 P.M. Place: College Gymnasium Auditorium Occasion: Spring Concert Attendance: Approximately 900 Performance: Passing fair Most of the students interested in the success of the concert worked hard before the performance. Fredrich, however, reversed the procedure. He did not exert himself before the program, but he certainly had his hands full afterward. In­ cidentally, the tenseness of the situation between Fredrich and Wayne Ten Broek, alias Daisy Ten Brink, has been alleviated.

Daisy, always a gentleman, is magnanimously retiring in Fredrich’s favor.

After much deliberation and postponement, our one mov­ able festival, Arbor Day, was held on March 30. Each class completed its allotted tasks in the sunshine of the morning and early afternoon. The late afternoon brought with it a heavy rain, with the result that sixteen Sophomores and several Seniors who were on a field trip returned thoroughly soaked. * * * * The Male Chorus returned from its annual tour, having 26

covered several hundred miles without floundering on any high C’s. Professor Bolle’s choraling caravan gave concerts at ten churches in Wisconsin and Minnesota. Some of the highlights of the tour were programs rendered by the Chorus and Octette over radio station KROC in Rochester and WSAU in Wausau.

Schlenner returned from the tour determined to make im­ mediate use of the addresses he had collected en route. Shortly after arriving, he was seen at the greeting-card counter of a near-by store, where the following conversation took place: Clerk: “Here’s a very appropriate card — To the only girl I’ve ever cared for.”

Schlenner: “Splendid! I’ll take a dozen of those.”

Attention Juniors! The father of one of our preps has this bit of advice to offer: Yes, I know That paddling is fun.

But, please, Buy a canoe And spare my son.

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JUuntitt JJote 0 The Rev. Prof. E. J. Berg, ’10，of Michigan Lutheran Seminary at Saginaw has accepted the call as inspector at Northwestern. He is expected to come to Watertown in late July or early August.

The Rev. W. Frank, ’25, of Morgan, Minnesota, was a recent visitor to Northwestern. Another visitor was Wm. Wunder­ lich, ex J99.

The Rev. Prof. W. Schaller, ’ll, professor at Michigan Lutheran Seminary, spent the week of March 27 at North­ western.

A baby girl was born April 10 to the Rev. H. A. Schultz, ’31，of Hazelton, North Dakota.

Reports have it that D. Ruprecht, ex’39, of Milwaukee, has become engaged to marry Ethel Fumel of Appleton, Wisconsin.

Pres. E. E. Kowalke, ’08, made a trip to the Carolinas dur­ ing the Easter vacation.

The Rev. E. R. Gamm, ’14, of Mobridge, South Dakota, has accepted a call to Marshall, Minnesota. The Rev. G. Schlegel, ’17, ofWatertown, South Dakota, will fill the vacancy at Mobridge.

The Rev. Prof. W. Hemnann，’95，of Northwestern, has been unable to meet his classes fcr several weeks because of illness.

George Ernst Phillips, ex ’33，was married to Miss Susan Mina Van Ostrand at Washington, D. C. Jan. 31st.

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Hello, folks! This is your B and R sportscaster bringing to you the news of the month from station N WCin Watertown.

The first item of interest takes us back to the middle of last month.

March 14 found the winners of the semifinal wrestling matches in tip-top shape for the finals. All matches were held according to the collegiate wrestling rules; Coach Umnus acted as referee. In the first match of the afternoon ‘‘Moody’’ Mattweg had little trouble in disposing of “Flash” Dasler. As a result of his labors Moody was crowned king of the 130 pounders.

Felix Graebner and “Vic” Hackbarth certainly mixed it up in their go. Graebner*s previous mat experience proved a little too much for “Vic,” and the match ended with Felix retaining the title in the 140 pound class. The 150 pound finals didn’t show the crowd much action, simply because “Mickey” Bradtke fell easy prey to “Shorty” Schabow’s vicelike headlock. After desperately attempting to free himself, Bradtke finally decided that he was no match for Shorty and that he was satisfied with the runner-up position. "Nibs” Sauer and “Hank” Peil, the 160 pound finalists, really let each other have it. The first few minutes it was Sauer all the way, but the cagy Peil slowly wore down his blonde opponent. The last two minutes Peil was on the offensive, while “Nibs” quite effectively stalled for time.

Sauer eked out a victory on a very narrow margin and conse­ quently was proclaimed champ of that class. The finalists in the 165 pound class, “Tubby” Breternitz and “Jerry” Schmelzer, gave the crowd all the thrills they desired. In the opening 29

minutes the action was fast and furious. Rugged “Jerry was gradually wearing down his more polished opponent. However, experince in previous matches resulted in victory for him over his fellow Michigander. I must add that at no time did either contestant have a decided advantage. By far the best match of the afternoon was between Otto Pagels and ‘‘Art’’ Wadzinski for the collegiate heavyweight championship. Both boys were rather cautious the first few minutes; neither could spot an opening. Suddenly Pagels changed his style. His rush­ ing tactics caught “Art” unawares. During these next few minutes Otto built up a large margin over Wadzinski. Despite the fact that he had been released from the infirmary only two days previous, Wadzinski fought back viciously and wiped out the difference in points in the closing minutes. However, Pagels was crowned victor. Incidentally, he was the only other boy to retain his former title.

March 15 brought with it the finals in the boxing tourn­ ament. There were only two final bouts, because there weren^ enough entrants in other classes to warrant a championship match. The bouts consisted of three two minute rounds. Again Coach Umnus was the third man in the ring. The 150 pounders, “Rastus” Tills and “Shorty” Schabow, rushed out of their corners. Both were working for a quick K. 0. The first round saw both men giving and taking plenty punishment. In round two ‘‘Rastus’’ gained a decided advantage by landing several sharp blows on the head and body of his opponent. The last round saw both men tossing the leather. Schabow was staging1 a beautiful comeback until Tills spotted an openiing. He let fly a terrific right to “Shorty’s” solar plexus, “Shorty，’ folded up. thus necessitating his seconds to toss in the towel. "Rastus” Tills was declared winner by virtue of a technical knockout.

Again the final match of the afternoon brought the spec­ tators to their feet. “Jerry” Schmelzer and “Champ” Borchardt, both weighing in at 165, traded punches from the opening bell. “The Champ,) had little trouble in flicking his left into ‘‘Jerry’s’’face, but ‘‘JeiTy’s’’ very unorthodox stance and attack offered little opportunity for punishing blows. In the second round Schmelzer forced the issue all the way. Occasionally he landed that wicked right of his, while Borchardt kept jabbing1 at his opponent’s head with his li^htninglike left The final round saw action galore. Borchardfs manager had spotted a weakness in “Jerry’s” style and had informed 4'The thamp” during the intermission. Following the advice carefully, Borch­ ardt broke through Schmelzei.’s guard repeatedly and landed stinging1 blows on the body of his rapidly tiring opponent. After consulting with the judges, Coach Umnus called the bout a draw. That match concluded all scheduled wrestling： and box­ ing activities for this semester.

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After the cheering had died down at the ringside, the crowd was invited to watch a volleyball match for the school champion­ ship. The lanky Juniors —the challenged, by the way — easily disposed of their smaller Quartaner rivals by taking three out of four games. The only game won by the Prep Champs was more or less of a donation.

As in former years the college nine will not take a Spring training trip, but will have to limber up in the gym until base­ ball weather is here to stay. On March 21, Coach Umnus held the first baseball practice of the year. Among the thirty-five who answered the call were eight letterman — a pitcher, two catchers, an entire infield, and one outfielder. The first strenuous practices after the Easter vacation indicate that Pitcher Lam­ bert will have several dependable stand-bys. It is also evident that coach Umnus is on the lookout for a catcher to fill Ernie Wendland’s shoes next season. The infield, consisting of Hemple, Wiedenmeyer, Schumann, andSchweppe is rapidly rounding into shape and, as far as fielding goes, has practically reached mid­ season form. All Coach Umnus asks for yet is a hard-hitting outfielder. Of course, some of the boys are bound to sharpen their batting- eyes before the first game, and among them may be the logical choice. The following schedule has been arranged for this season : Here April 30 Seminary Here May 6 * Milton There May 7 Seminary There May 11 Extension Here May 14 * Mission House There May 19 * Milton There (Tentative) May 21 Spencerian Here May 24 Extension There May 27 * Mission House June 1 * Engineers (Double H.) Here June 4 State Prison, Waupun There * indicates conference games On March 25 the various class captains decided that the weather was sufficiently warm to start kittenball practice.

Captain Kuschel, who has led the present Juniors to two former championships, stated that his material was strong enough to risk predicting another championship. If the Juniors again cop the title, they will gain permanent possession of the Kittenball trophy. The Frosh, Sophs, and Seniors will again organize teams this year. _ The Senior Keglers journeyed to Milton on March 25, and, in spite of the fact that the alleys were strange, managed to win all three games. The margin of victory was 140 pins. I might mention here that the coeds made good use of the college 31

alleys. Ruby Hardiman had the high total of 119 until Dorothy Jaeger sent 144 pins flying. She had strikes in the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh frames. Flash ! The Seniors final averages have been posted and we find ‘‘Red’’ Lambert leading with a 163. That average won for him a silver medal. The winner in the winter tournament was “Wimpy” Wiedemeyer. He was presented with a gold medal. The presentation of the medals concluded all bowling activities till next winter.

March 28 found Captain Pagels issued a call to all tennis enthusiasts. According to Pagels the turnout was quite encouraging, but it is not at ail probable that Haase, Weiss, Pagels, Neubauer, and Schaller, the top ranking players as a result of last fairs tournament, will be displaced. The boys are anxious to get in condition for the conference games to be played on our courts May 24.

There are also several new candidates for the golfing team.

Since last year’s squad suffered the loss of only one star, i’m sure the team will give good account of itself in all matches.

The various candidates are at present polishing up on their game. Of course, the first few scores turned in were nothing1 to brag about, but according to A1 Lorenz the boys will be hard to beat in a week or two.

N. W. C. has also received several bids to track meets, in­ cluding the conference meet at Milton, May 27. Since track has never been stressed by the students of Northwestern, it is hardly probable the N. W. C. will be represented at any meet.

And that’s all for this month!

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— 33 Three Men and the Moon.

35 The Making of a Man......

36 De Rebus........... ........... .

39 Swiften ben BeUen........... .40 Even the Unwise Know ..

42 In the Classroom..............

43 A Sixth Sense...................

45 A Kingdom for a Rider...

Leonardo Da Vinci, Painter Etc......47

EDITORIALS— Facts, fancies, fallacies Weather......................

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CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM SEMINARY NOTES..............

ALUMNI NOTES.................

ATHLETICS.........................

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THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII. March 3.

Watertown, Wis., May 1938

Published monthly.

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THREE MEN AND THE MOON David Kowalkc

Every normal person has literary aspirations. Some students would give their eyeteeth to be able to cram a three-page letter home on a postcard. Others, a little less ambitious, nurse a secret desire to write “the great American novel”. I too had a literary ambition. For several years 一 in fact ever since I audited a three weeks course in elementary Sanskrit— I had bravely hidden from the rest of the world a secret yearning. I am sure that no one had the slightest suspicion of the vain hopes and the grand illusions which I sheltered. Now I find myself unable to bear in silence the disillusionment which I have suffered. I feel I must tell my story to someone or suffer dire consequences.

As I said before, it all began in the course in elementary Sanskrit. Since I have been a writer from babyhood (on the wall), through high school (on the desks), my thoughts, one particular afternoon were in a more literary vein than the missing endings of the fourth declension which we were 33

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discussing. Suddenly it flashed into my consciousness — the perfect opening paragraph for a short story! Visions of fat offers from Colliers and Street & Smith’s fairly blinded me.

Hurriedly I wrote it down. It went like this.

Three men were seen walking steadily along a deserted byroad. The cold, white light of the moon cast each detail into sharp relief. They walked silently, nor did they look at one another. Plodding along, they typified the inexorability of fate, intent on some sinister end.”

Masterful writing you’ll have to admit. It wasn’t the first paragraph that bothered me. It was the rest of the story.

Ever since its inception, I struggled vainly with this paragraph, trying to fit it to a suitable ending. Most of my spare waking hours were spent working on this puzzle. I tried every con­ ceivable combination. Were the men anarchists, intent on some deadly plot? Were they escaped convicts looking for a haven of refuge? Perhaps they were scientists bound for some secret, illegal experiment. At these and all other solutions which my brain conjured up, my literary sense shrieked in protest. Anyone could see at a glance that a paragraph like this was suited to only one solution, and that solution evaded my mind no matter how hard I concentrated and how many hours I spent in its futile chase.

Finally, in despair I went to the only person who, I thought, might help me. He was brilliant in matters of this sort and possessed an unusually keen literary sense. I gave him the manuscript to read. The next morning he came to me; his eyes had dark circles under them, his general appearance was that of one who had undergone a severe mental struggle. He spoke to me slowly, without enthusiasm, as one delivering an unwelcome message. “I have solved it”，he said. “Quick man!, I shouted, almost unable to restrain my impatience upon at last finding the truth which so long had eluded me.

In a dull monotone he gave me the solution. “The three men are Rotarians, coming from a regional convention at Terre Haute back to Chicago. En route they have run out of gasoline.

The three men are walking to a farmhouse for assistance. One of them is slightly intoxicated. The others are sober, and all three are successfully married.” He paused for a moment. I sank into a chair fighting for my sanity. It was true, every 34

word of it was true! My literary sense complety confirmed his verdict. Yes, no other ending was possible. A wave of disgust and rage swept over me. Hardly able to speak, I swore never to touch a pen again.

THE MAKING OF A MAN Ardin D. Lapcr

Mr. J. Prescott Allinson, Sr. was walking in the park one Sunday afternoon with J. Prescott, Jr. Allinson Sr.’s dress, facial lines, and air immediately suggested those of a successful bnsiness executive. Junior’s dress, too, was exact. The tops of his socks and the bottom of his pants were equally distanced from his knees, leaving a bit of his pink legs exposed to the warm spring sun. The white bow in his blue sailor blouse matched the stars and anchors on his short sleeves. The part in his hair might have been made by a draftsman.

J. P., Sr. looked blankly up in the trees as thoughts of a busy business world filled his mind. J. P., Jr.’s eyes were on a robin as it pulled a worm from the earth. Both were silent until Mr. Allinson suddenly seemed to remember that he was with his seldom seen and only child.

“Well, my son, how are you getting along with Mr. Tweedspoint?” (Mr. Tweedspoint was the newly engaged tutor).

“Qh, he，s all right, I guess. But say, dad, I did learn something pretty interesting the other day.”

“I，m glad, my boy, that you find such pleasure in your studies. What was it that interested you so much V1 “Well, I didn’t exactly get it out of a book, but not every­ body can learn it and Joe said it would always come in handy to know it and that it really meant I was gonna’ grow up to be a real man.” (Joe was the gardener). ‘‘That’s fine, John, that you have respect for a simple, honest man like Joe. What did he tell you ?” *'Not even Jimmy Smith could learn it good, but it didn’t take jme long at all. ? *'But what,was it, my son?” ‘‘Just a minute, dad —Junior looked back to see that no one was near. He sucked in his cheeks so that the movement of his tongue might be seen. He tightened his lips a bit and then in a most manly and masterful manner J. Prescott Allinson, Jr. spit over his chin.

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DE REBUS G. Hillmer

In a recent discussion of the life, poetry, and philosophy of W. B. Yeats, the great British literary genius, Louise Bogan vividly portrays the abysmal depth to which certain phases of modern poetry have sunk. Unintentionally, of course. This is brought out in a few indifferent statements tacked on the end of her essay in a matter-of-fact way, implying that in a discussion of the greatest poet Ireland has ever produced one really ought to say something about his conception of spiritual values. What follows is a confession of the faith of over half of our presentday men of letters.

Ever since the last few decades when rationalists became so brilliant in science, theology, and philosophy that they kicked over all set rules of thought, conduct, and life; when the whole conception of what man and this earth are here for was changed; when the limited confines of the knowledge of the psyche were pushed back to what we now call the ‘‘super-modernity’’ as re­ gards the Weltanschauung of the great question of life; since that time man has sought to fill up the empty gap in his life — — the gap which, as in the electro-static machine, has to have a spark jump across to set the machinery going — by openly and secretly subscribing to various forms of superstitious practices, including telepathy, clairvoyance, and occultism. The mysticism of Swedenborg is another form being continually discussed in more advanced literary circles. A philosophy of life built up on such sand should give us great poetry!

Our so-called greatest American contemporary dramatist, O’Neill, was nourished on the same corruption: The mysticism of Swedenborg together with a large dose of Nietzsche. No wonder he forces on the American reading public such erotic claptrap as Strange Interlude, If it were just for the stage, few would take offense. For audiences that have been inured to the religion, or anti-religion rather, hawked about on Broad­ way the past few seasons, had better turn their respective backs and start talking about the weather when there is a discussion nearby on where the line is to be drawn between right and yrong. Nor does the perversion seem to be letting down; this idea of flouting all creeds, dogmas, and doctrines is increasing and indeed getting decidedly popular, if we are to believe that 36

scoffing bachelor and acrid dramatic critic, George Jean Nathan.

With the appearance of Father Malachy’s Miracle a whole host of such caricatures was ushered in.

This play just mentioned is a current smash hit along the Great White Way, debunking belief in any and all miracles — past and present 一 by having a church building hop about like a veritable bull frog, first being situated in a lovely glen. Very shortly thereafter it jumps through the air into the midst of a busy thoroughfare, then back to its original location — all these extraordinary happenings occuring within the range of tooting horns and shouting drivers in the downtown section of a busy metropolis.

Getting over to the field of novelties, the assurance of any clarification of the problem still lies in a hazy mist. Taking their themes from Bible stories, two authors have drawn excellent sketches of several of the characters of the Old Testa­ ment. Never stopping to consider that the prophets of old, whom he is describing, could possibly have the very solution to present chaotic conditions, Franz Werfel, among others, in his Hearken Unto the Voice seems to express symbolically a desire, a longing for a modern prophet to spring up from the ranks of the masses. Then there will be proclaimed a short-cut, surecure panacea for all civil, social, and moral evils. Others say: ‘‘No, this is all wrong. There are many prophets; too many, indeed. The only flaw is the fact that we do not know which one to select. ” _ Which after all isn’t advancing a new thought, but is only turning the former bottom side up. ♦

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An exceptionally well-written composition appeared in the last number of the 6reighton “Shadows.” The main thought brought out is simple, and not obscure in the least. The author is merely trying to show that any new creation by a literary artist is definitely not a creation 一 using the term in its strictest sense — but has as a background all the centuries of literature through the ages, which have helped to mould his literary in­ terests as well as style in a very definite manner. This by no means very original thought is, however, woven into the compo­ sition in such a charming and refreshing way that one can here easily recognize a piece of literature distinctly above the average run of college productions. Numerous allusions to classical mythology add a tinge of imaginative picturesqueness 37

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to finely phrased, well-balanced sentences. The style is never involved, although a rather perceptible striving for effect is apparent from the many flowery, though striking, epithets and adjectives. Nevertheless the undulating rise and fall of the flowing sentences is never greatly hemmed, which is in itself a decided accomplishment, as is well known by those who have ever attempted to express their thoughts in a somewhat more poetic language than the prosaic speech of everyday life, with­ out ruining that certain balance which is required of all good writing.

It is really a pleasure, as well as a surprise, to find a student publication editing an article so superbly done as this. One must first have spent considerable time searching through a vast mass of indescribable rubbish published by 90% of the other colleges and universities in the country before one can really enjoy such a change, however. It seems that the greater per­ centage of the student publications take fiendish delight in filling their pages with prom announcements, sport chattter, campus scandal, half-baked political opinions,, and bad class­ room puns. And ads! —especially cigarette advertisements, suggestive of almost anything under the sun except cigarettes.

In truth, this essay could well be used as a model for any­ one intending to compose an interesting and absorbing, yet finished and polished piece of work. Probably the most striking feature that attracts the eye is the unique, and indeed exquisite, combinations of words. The Wordsworthian title itself — ‘ Trail­ ing Clouds of Glory” 一scatters a romantic, imaginative haze over the whole, like the faint scent of delicate perfume slowly wafted on wings of the evening.

Finally, some examples may more concretely and more accurately bring out the thought I am trying to convey............ the sea-foam birth and quick maturity of another beautiful Venus.... purple-sailed, golden-oared ship of the charming1 Cleopatra riding the silver Nile... worldwide imagination •• • fine sweep of sentences... sweet simplicity, touching humanity, filial awe, the ever-bubbling idealism flowing from earth very earthly …grim taunt of death... full-toned sentences of Ruskin …resting on the warm hillsides of the shores of the blue Aegean and watching the clouds flock across the farfamed deeper blue of the Grecian skies …great sheep slain by the burning arrows of Bellerephon... beautiful gardens gained by a caref.nl digging in the sods of the past …

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EVEN THE UNWISE KNOW Irvin W. Weiss

It was noon and Arthur was coming home from school. He wasn’t very old — maybe eight and in the third grade. He could read even the newspapers, and so had an idea, vague perhaps, yet an idea of what was happening in the world about him.

His hair was not blonde, nor was it dark, but rather what people might call “dishwater”. His general appearance gave the im­ pression that he might be a person with whom it would be hard to get along.

Arthur plodded up the hill to his home, which was situated near the end of the block. It wasn’t much fun going up the hill, but it was fun for him, in the afternoon, to take his coaster and roll down it and whiz around the corner. That had a thrill in it.

As he came into the house his mother said, ‘‘Hello, son!”

Arthur in turn replied, “Hi mom,” and she continued, “Here’s some money. Go down to the store and get a quart of milk.”

At once there came into his mind the picture of himself climbing up the hill from the corner store. He didn’t like it. But he thought of his little wagon and the fun and the thrill he could have going down, even if he did have to pull it back up. He knew there was a standing order against this; yet he was always hoping that someday he would hear an answer that would satisfy his childish desire.

Today again, however, his mother gave him the same talk she had given him time and again before. It was as if she had written it out once upon a time, when he had first received his coaster, and had committed it to memory. “Now, Arthur, you know that’s dangerous, especially at noon when all the people are driving home from work. Just imagine if you should tip when you reach the corner. Maybe you can go down the hill when there is no traffic, but right now walk!” Arthur grabbed the money and sulked out of the house.

Outside in the sun it was hot, and the sight of his coaster and the thought of the cooling breeze and thrilling ride it could give him, tempted him. His mother was in the kitchen pre­ paring the noon day meal, and here was his coaster on the grass alongside the house. Why couldn’t he sneak off with it! No one would know the difference, and when he’d come back, per40

haps there might be a scolding, but his mother would know he could be trusted to roll down the hill at any time of day and with any kind of traffic. Sure, that was it, he was big enough and he would have to be trusted.

Quietly he pulled the forbidden vehicle to the sidewalk, pushed it, jumped in and began his ever more rapid and enjoy­ able descent. He derived some thrill, especially when he steered clear of two small children and at the time rounded the corner on two wheels. There Arthur was, smiling—gloating over his accomplishment. He knew all the time he could do it.

Arthur left the store, and having put the bottle of milk into his coaster began to climb the hill. He walked slowly, because it was warm, and, because he had a lingering fear of what might happen if his mother should learn of his disobedience.

Halfway up the block he met the two children he had just missed at the corner. They were bouncing a ball to one another, when, with the fault of the unpracticed arm, it was thrown so that the boy walking backwards touched it and de­ flected it into the street.

Arthur wasn’t slow of mind or of foot, and he was citybred. He had heard speeches on safety more often than he cared to remember, and they had taken some effect. Now, when he saw the boy go into the street after the ball and the car coming down the hill, more by sheer instinct than anything else he ran and pulled and saved. The driver glanced disdain­ fully, but didn’t stop to thank or even reprimand.

While the instinctive deed was being done, gravity had played havoc with the coaster and its contents. As Arthur pulled the empty coaster up the hill he would have liked to cry, but he feared too much what his mother might, rather, as he knew, would do. But then he thought of some things. He smiled. He had manuevered the hill at noon; he had done a deed for which people get their pictures in the newspapers, In fact, he was a hero.

He dragged his coaster noisily into the yard, so that his mother wouldn’t fail to hear, and then ran into the house. His glance was quick, and he saw at once his mother had noticed he had no milk. There was no chance for explanation; just, ‘‘The milk bottle broke when I was----- That was all. He was punished, and even before his eyes were dry, he realized that 41

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even if there were and always would be certain things----little things perhaps, but so important to some persons-----which tend to keep people forever apart from one another, still it was he who had erred.

In the Classroom ....

One warm, sunny afternoon in May, after I had managed to arrange my wearied limbs in my classroom seat in a some­ what comfortable manner, I lapsed into a dreamy, philosophical mood. Whether or not the professor would harass me didn’t seem to bother me. Spring fever, I surmise. At any rate, as I surveyed the classroom and its occupants, I began to wonder why, on a day like this, I, in fact, all of us in this classroom should be here attempting to imbibe some of the professor’s superfluous knowledge when that seemed so futile. For everyone, with the exception of some few — rare birds indeed — seemed to be absorbed in thoughts far removed from the subject at hand.

And here I sat wondering in a haphazard manner what their thoughts might be.

Beside me a classmate was dashing off a letter (not really kosher, I believe). Perhaps it was his happy expression and the far-away look in his eye that led me to believe that his mind must have been filled with fond recollections of a certain some­ one he might have met on the Male Chorus tour. As I glanced to my left, I noticed another classmate wistfully gazing out of the window, probably counting the weeks, the days before he would rejoin his beloved ones in far-off Minnesota. And just ahead another fellow was staring into space displaying a com­ pletely satisfied countenance. How I envied him when the thought struck me that he was probably wondering how soon he would attend the next wedding celebration! And there, I couldn’t help noticing him — his brow was knit as though he were in extremely deep perplexity over a problem presented by the subject to which both the aforementioned and I were sup­ posedly giving our whole-hearted attention. Perhaps he couldn’t for the life of him understand why Antony should have been so foolish as to allow himself to be beguiled by Cleopatra. As my eye now moved forward one seat, it came to rest on a rather melancholy countenance, made all the more melancholy by the droop of the corner of the mouth caused by the arm which was set on end to support the chin. Could it have been that this fellow was depressed for having several costly errors and having failed to at least hit the ball with the winning runs on base in yesterday’s baseball game? Or could his misery have been caused by the fact that his Cubs had lost a close one to the lucky Giants?

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melancholy visage. But this fellow appeared more thought­ fully melancholy. Was he possibly considering the fact that not many days separated him from those awesome final exam­ inations? Then too, he might have been deploring the fact that the pea season had not yet arrived when, if perchance he should thrust his hand into his pocket, he would feel something else, something of more value, than his handkerchief.

While I was thus serenely drifting along in my contempla­ tive mood, I was suddenly swept from my ethereal pinnacle upon hearing the professor call my name. Naturally enough, and much to my embarrasment, I was for some time unable to locate the proper place in my text book. With the help of one of my classmates, I finally succeeded in satisfying the pro­ fessor’s desires to a certain degree. But one thing is compara­ tively certain — somehow, somewhere a little---- mark is resting neatly behind my name.

E. H. Keibel A SIXTH SENSE G. Franzrnann

I can’t complain about my five senses. Sight, for instance.

Whenever I see a good-looking girl on the street my eyes play me fair and report to me whether she is colossal, exotic, bash­ ful, married, or just some flirtatious flapper. I think I can conclude from this that there’s nothing seriously wrong with my ocular organs.

As soon as I sink my teeth into a luscious bit of schaumtorte, all heaped up with strawberries and whipped cream, my taster says, **Eat all you can get; this is very good-tasting stuff.” Tasting just seems to come natural to me, somehow.

Outside of being a little too large and excessively sunburnt, my nose is all right. Goodness knows that everytime I walk down Main street I have to wear a clothespin on my nose to keep from entering the nearest bakery, which tempts me with its enticing redolence of fresh delicacies.

Seeing as how I’m not yet wearing an ear trumpet, and as long as I can recognize the tutor’s approaching footstep fast enough to quiet down the ‘‘bull session’’ before he comes into the room, I don’t think my ears will require any medical at­ tention.

Touch is developed by long practice — especially writing home for one. Most of us seem to be quite proficient in exercising this sense.

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Besides these five senses which I have briefly outlined for you, there is, psychologists tell us, a peculiar sixth sense with which many are endowed, namely, the sense of passing time.

There are those who claim to know the exact time at any time of the day or night, but unfortunately I cannot boast of being a human thirty-seven jewel Elgin, or even a dollar Ingersoll.

The funny part of this sense is that it varies so much under different circumstances.

If you are week-ending at the home of a friend and you wake up in the morning with the sun shining, it is almost im­ possible to determine how much time has elapsed since you went to bed or how long you will be in bed before getting up. Not wishing to get up too early so as to disturb the host, nor too late —giving him the impression of laziness and perhaps spoiling his plans for the day — you just lie there hoping that a clock will strike or that your host will wake you. Embarrassing!

To me, time passing in the classroom is the hardest to guage. So many factors enter in here—temperature, humidity, subject material, time of day, occupation of previous evening, size of dinner, interest, seat-partner, outdoor scenery, co-eds etc. Some classes have the habit of dragging into endless hours, while others, with the aid of timely jokes and a good line by the professor, shrink into incredibly short minutes. Uncanny, not ?

Week-ends, too, just like an accordion, have wonderful capabilities for expansion or contraction. Here the greatest determining factor is the weather. Sunny week-ends, like sunny dispositions just seem to come and go. You almost alway tell how fast the week-end has gone by looking at how much work you didn’t do. But ho hum ! Whether it’s cold or whether it’s hot, you’re going to have week-ends, whether or not. (If this thing is getting silly, please stop me.)

Dates have a very strange way of making the clock do tricks. Either they stretch out uncomfortably long, or pass so swiftly that you wish you could start all over again. The general formula for determining the length of a date is something like this: seeming length of time is to actual time as girl is to boy.

Remarkable, isn’t it, how a maiden’s eye and a mellow moon can make an evening end so soon ?

Moral: get a watch.

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A KINGDOM FOR A RIDER Wayne Ten Brock

Then whoso will with virtuous wing essay To mount to heaven, on Pegasus must ride And with sweet Poet’s verse be glorified.

Spencer in three short lines catches the spirit of an ancient myth and its meaning. While in quite another strain Burns shows the seeming significance of the old steed in his modern capacity when he writes: With Pegasus upon a day Apollo weary flying Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was playing.

Pegasus, as primarily created, was indeed a fiery steed, sleek in appearance with a golden mane and fire spouting nostrils. Like a feather raised aloft by a summer’s breeze, he went prancing through the air, supported by sail-like pinions, his only guide being a mortal, lately changed to a divine poet.

As the horse dashed through the ethereal spaces, verses like songs to the wind flowed spontaneously forth from the verse writer’s soul. Apparently the poet has sprung from nowhere; the truth is that he was formerly ordinary mortal. He could have been a poor man begging his bread in the cities along the Achean coasts; it may be that he was the son of a freedman nurtured among the urban advantages of Rome; it was even possible for him to be an erudite Puritan theologian diligently studying his Bible in far-away Britian. But be that as it may it was no ordinary man who dared to leap astride Pegasus.

Only after Minerva, Goddess of Wisdom, had presented a golden bridle to an awe-inspired mortal, was it possible for that one to make such a daring undertaking. This precious item of riding paraphernalia acted as a charm for the Muses7 steed. Upon seeing it the horse would willingly come to his new master, offer himself to be mounted and then soar away. Not until Pegasus was flying through space did the bard begin singing his poetic thoughts.

It’s natural that Minerva picked only those whom she con­ sidered capable for such a calling. Once you were astride Pegasus you had become a semideity. Poetry to the ordinary mortals was godlanguage. There was, however, a stipulation.

Super-boldness was dangerous for the rider. It was his con­ cern to keep the horse in check. Should the poet become too daring and attempt to mount to the abodes of the deities, he would presently find himrelf plunging downward through the atmosphere, soon to land on lowly terra firma, a crippled and unhappy man. After thus incurring the wrath of the gods he never again could reach his former state of semideism. He was again a mortal, but wiser than some as a result of his exper45

ience. The allegory is plain I believe, especially, if one considers Popfs lines. ’Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse s steed Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed.

Thus we can understand the excellence of the poetry com­ ing from that classical period. Choice were the selections which Minerva made, and under her close observation her bards either sang lays fitting in melody and pitch to her ideals or they failed utterly when attempting to out-do the standards and overreach the desires of the Muse Goddess. Thus we hear Milton fretting, as he writes: Return me to my Native Element.

Lest from the flying steed unreined.

Dismounted, on the Aleian Field I fall Erroneous, there to wander and forlorn.

The poets were held in check. Their poetry showed it.

It，s good. But one can no longer allude the poetry as god language.

The myth has become obsolete. Minerva has become disgusted with modern mortals and has discharged Pegasus. The golden bridle, now tarnished, hangs on a dust peg in the Olympian stables, while Pegasus wanders about upon earth, having only memories of his past setheral gallops. Sometimes one may find him wending his way over a stony path as he comforts a lonely bard, hunting hopelessly for an inspiration. Again he may unexpectedly wander into a village, seeking as it seems, s rider able.

To turn and wing a wiry Pegasus and witch the world with noble horsemanship (Shakespeare’s Henry IV 4:1) Minerva’s presence, however, is sorely lacking. No one is now present to invite mortals for a ride. The sleek back of the famous steed still temptingly invites one, but fear keeps man at a distance when he sees the mighty wings, formerly used so effectively in whipping the aether as the bullet-like shape of the horse zipped through the air. Praise and fear are intermingled as we listen to Schiller relating an episode from the adventures of Pegasus.

“In truth, they cried,” a splendid character But, bless my soul, what frightful wings!

No doubt the bird is mighty rare — But who would coach it through the air.

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horse to get an inspiration. Poets have therefore become numerous. Their sources of inspiration, no longer an aetherial ride, have become various. One may get his inspiration as the smoky wreaths of opium curl about his head, a second stands on the shore of a far away sea shouting his challenges to the roaring waters. Finally an ordinary man, half asleep, lies down upon the grass along the bank of a babbling brook; his dream serves as an inspiration. But such sources of inspiration fall far short of such an ideal as a Pegasean canter. Consequently modern Poetry has become more varied in form and style, more numer­ ous in quantity, but less excellent in quality and subject matter.

But every true poet strives for perfection. Perfection in poetry is closely linked with perfect inspiration. A solution, the only one in fact, is to beseech Minerva. Let some understanding mortal (we moderns might call him a philanthropist) speed to lofty Olympus, and clasping Minerva at the knees with the left arm and raising an olive upon the golden fork to her lips with the right, pitifully beg her to have compassipn. May Zeus give the plan success! May Minerva find a suitable horseman for Pegasus!

LEONARDO DA VINCI, PAINTER ETC. James Vogt

Leonardo da Vinci was the most versatile man to rise out of the Italian Renaissance. He could boastfully call himself— and he did—musician, sculptor, architect, mechanician, engineer, natural philosopher, author, toy maker, inventor, and most wonderfully, painter. The list of achievements might go on indefinitely could 15th century Italy have given him more fields to conquer. Even though he divided his attention so diversely, yet he was a success in whatever he undertook. He was an inventor of note, one of the greatest and most successful engin­ eers of his time and perhaps the deepest thinker and most pro­ found investigators into all the known branches of science of his age.

Leonardo was born in 1452 at Vinci, a casteUo or fortified hill village in the Florentine territory near Empoli. Already in his early youth he showed gifts as a musician. But he was soon to pursue a different calling. At an early age he was apprenticed to the artist Verrocchio. But he was soon the superior of his master. So rapidly did he progress in this field that at the age of twenty he became a member of the Painter’s Guild of Florence.

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A little later Leonardo became director of public works for Lodovico il Moro, duke of Milan. Now he managed the most brilliant state affairs, public functions and festivals. As civil and military engineer for the duke he planned and constructed the Mortesena Canal and aided the duke in his military expedi­ tions. He also showed his skill by improving the Lombard plain by bridges, irrigation and water-ways. Living at the court of Milan Leonardo was wont to entertain the courtiers with a store of surprises. He was a first rate toy maker and could construct toys that really worked when they were wound up. One of his surprises was a large mechanical lion, which when wound up, walked among the guests of the court, opened its mouth and displayed a bouquet of flowers. It is said that had Leonardo had the use of petrol he might have perfected a flying machine. He also thought out the uses of steam as a motor power long before Fulton’s time.

It was while he was at Milan that Leonardo wrote several important works on painting. The difficulty was that one could • get nothing out of his writings unless he was willing to apply study to them. Leonardo was left-handed and wrote from right to left.

Thus a hundred years before Bacon Leonardo da Vinci showed a firmer grasp of the principles of experimental science than Bacon showed. Had he left behind him anyone with zeal and knowledge enough to extract from the mass of his manu­ scripts some portion of his labors in the sciences and give them to the world, an incalculable impulse would have been given to all the inquiries which mankind has ever since been trying to understand. His studies in mathematics, astronomy, mechanics, hydraulics, physics in general, geology, geography, cosmology, anatomy, and the sciences of life were lost because Leonardo did not employ a secretary.

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Leonardo was the first painter to recognize the play of light and shade as among the most significant and attractive of the world’s appearances. The older school had subordinated light to color and outline.

The ‘ ‘Last Supper’ ’ is the subject of much erroneous legend.

Leonardo undertook the painting for the refectory of the con­ vent church of Santa Maria della Grazie, in Milan, in the year 1494 on the commission of Duke Ludovico and the monks. How long it took to complete his work is not certain. Leonardo worked very slowly at his painting, never being fully satisfied.

He kept postponing the painting of two heads—those of Christ and Judas. The monks began to urge him and he grew resent­ ful. One story has it that once while the prior was nagging him Leonardo offered to finish the picture at once if the prior would pose for Judas. The prior, of course, was enraged. The story continues to state that Leonardo actually painted him as Judas. Afterward he hastily and carelessly painted in the face of Christ because he despaired of doing the wonderful face he believed Christ should have.

Another story, equally stated as true, says that after much search Leonardo finally chose his close friend and assistant to pose for the face of Christ. Leonardo then spent the next eleven years searching for a face terrible enough to depict the character of Judas. He visited the toughest places in town, hoping one day to find his man. And he did find him, sitting in a dive of criminals along the water front. After a little questioning- Leonardo learned that his Judas was none other than his former friend, the man who had posed as Christ. After he had left the company of Leonardo, his friend had experi­ enced an unsuccessful love affair and this had altered his entire countenance. Thus the faces of Christ and Judas were posed by the same man.

Whetever the truth of either of these stories Leonardo da Vinci finally finished the ‘‘Last Supper’’，whether in four years, as the first account would have it, or in fifteen. The result was successful. The painting has for all Christendom become the typical representation of the scene told of in the Bible.

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Jhitartals Facts, fancies, fallacies................

VERYBODY laughed at the Englishman who thougt that Americans shot buffalo in Grand Central Park. The man really believed that. But I wonder, if we should examine ourselves, whether we have not also some foolish notions, mis­ conceptions and fallacies about other people and places.

Mexico is a country to the south of us. The common impression that we in this section of the country have of Mexico is that it is a hot, dirty, unpleasant, even repulsive country.

Yet, just recently I met a woman who had just come from Mexico City, and she was convinced that there was no better place in the world to live than Mexico City. She, herself, had seen a good part of the world, her husband more, and Mexico City was still for them the ideal place to live. This lady told me that the city is one of eternal sunshine (as California was before this winter), with flowers blooming all the time, with air that is fresh and clear and a temperature that retains a con­ stant of between sixty and eighty degrees the year round. This

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certainly is a different picture from the one commonly presented.

Maybe there is another side to the case for Mexico, or rather, against Mexico.

Alaska is a territory of the United States far to the north.

Some people place Alaska too far to the north and imagine it as a territory ever covered by ice and snow, a place that sees the sun only at six month periods. But this is only half of the real Alaska. There is the other half, the part that is seldom seen and recognized as Alaska. Alaska is also a land with a climate com­ parable to that in the temperate regions, days like our days, seasons like our seasons, crops like our crops. There isn’t much difference between a state in the Northwest and this part of Alaska. A different picture certainly, isn’t it ? No, Alaskans are not all Eskimos, either.

When we think over our misconceptions about our neigh­ bors, we are rather perplexed when we come to discuss Europe, Asia, and the world in general. Perhaps what we commonly accept as true in the world at large is only part of the truth, a half-picture, maybe no truth at all. We are often mildly sur­ prised, when we see street scenes of European cities, that there is hardly any difference from American cities (except that signs are printed in a different language). About such common matters of geography, which no one thoughtfully tries to con­ ceal from us, we are often vague, uncertain and altogether in error.

In political matter conceptions are yet more in error with the added factor of propaganda. Horrible things are told about Germany. Hitler and his staff are killing everybody. The German people are being ground under the heel of their dictator.

Things are terrible. But where is the counter-revolution ?

People can stand only so much and they take things into their own hands again. Perhaps there is the other side, suppressed by propaganda. It may not be as dark as it is shown to us. It may be that the German people, demolished by the World War are being restored to a nation to be respected.

Italy looks to be in bad shape with Mussolini at the top, Russia seems to be a region of horror (maybe it is), Japan is making things messy in the Orient. But world politics are influenced by propaganda. Truths are tainted, veiled and al­ together hidden by propaganda. They tell me that in the World 51

(tnJt —r* War (it was a little before my time so I have no first hand in­ formation) that the slogan was, “Save the world for democracy”.

The allies won with that slogan, or rather propaganda. I’ve often wondered what they meant by it, whether they were trying to ‘‘put one over’’ on the people, or whether they actually believed that they were saving the world. If it was the latter case, I’m sure they must have meant a different world from the one Pm living in now. Something is wrong.

But in practically all matters, the average person has varied and curious misconceptions. What causes them? Haphazard reading is one; haphazard thinking is another. When we read only one side of a subject, we are apt to create a false picture within ourselves. We should turn the page and read what is on the other side. When we think only superficially and along narrow lines, we do not get a comprehensive view. Miscon­ ception results. A little reading with the eyes open, a little thinking with the brain active, aware of propaganda and properly discounting it, may help to create balanced views with more facts, fewer fallacies, truths not untruths. W E. K. WEATHER F. E. Peterson

' Mark Twain’s well-known quotation concerning the weather perhaps doesn’t hold water any longer as regards its second part, since very much is being done in studying weather condi­ tions and making short-time forecasts. But it still remains a fact that every one talks about the weather, because it so closely affects our lives.

One eddy in this sea of talk about weather centers about the common superstitions in regard to weather. One farmer (I take this man as an example, because he is so deeply interested in weather conditions) says to another "My corns have been bothering me terribly; I think it’s going to rain./ He may receive in answer something like this, “Well, I don’t know about that, Tom. Did you notice how red the sun’s rays were last night? And besides it won’t rain until the moon is in the dark phase again.’’

There is undoubtedly some basis of fact for certain of these superstitions. Aching corns, unruly hair, and “sweating” water pipes or pails are the results of a high relative humidity, 52

that is, a high percentage of water vapor in the atmosphere, which may bring precipitation if the proper conditions obtain otherwise. When the sun “draws water” there is an increased number of dust particles in the air about which water vapor, if present, may condense, and fall as rain. Smoke falling to the ground indicates a low barometric pressure which is usually associated with cloudiness and precipitation. The popular superstition that when the rainbow comes out the rain is over is not always true, though. We have Biblical proof that this phenomenon was set in the clouds for a greater purpose.

Other phenotnena upon which superstition is hung may be partly explained, too. For instance, it is said that northern lights indicate a weather change about a week later. Weill There’s hardly a week that the weather doesn’t change. If the sun sets in clouds, or if the evening sky is red, it is supposed to be a sign of inclement weather. It may be, for the red sky is most likely due to dust particles which could become nuclei of rain drops; and clouds in the west may signal an approaching low center area with its concomitant cloudiness. And then again, it may not. “There will be no rain for two weeks because the moon is entering its light phase.” It is agreed by scientists that the moon does influence our weather and climate some­ what. In Dakota it is said that when the sea gulls fly around a rain is due. This may be because they are associated with the sea from which much rain-water is taken.

With animals there are associated other odd superstitions.

If a rooster crows at any other than its accustomod time, or if a dog rolls like a horse, it will surely rain. Why, I’m at a loss to say. If the ground hog sees his shadow on February second, it will be cold for six more weeks. In the first place, I doubt whether it often comes out of hibernation that early, and if it does, why should the second of February be more significant to either the ground hog or the weather, than the third or fifth or first.

Some other superstitions are equally as absurd. “Sunshine shower, rain tomorrow.” If the new moon is tilted so that it could (to all appearances) hold water, there will be a dry period; if so the water could presumably run out, a rainy period. The weather conditions on the last Friday in a month determine the general conditions for the following month. Three months after 53

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Even the poets sometimes mention such superstitions. For example, the skipper of the Hesperus feared a storm because “last night the moon had a golden ring, etc.”

Be that as it may, however, the best little skit on the weather is still, ‘‘When the rooster crows on the manure pile, the weather will change, or stick for a while.”

Announcement Immediately following the noontime luncheon on Commence­ ment Day, Wednesday, June 15, there will be a business meeting of the Alumni Society in the gymnasium.

E. Benj. Schlueter, Pres.

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For Coeds Only In a few days, if all goes well, you coeds will be initiating Northwestern's newest sport—archery. The purpose of these paragraphs therefore is to give you a few indispensable pointers on archery and explain some of its benefits and advantages over other sports.

For a girl the question of primary importance in archery as well as in anything else is, of course, “What shall I wear?”

Tradition answers this question simply and emphatically, “Lin­ coln green!” Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, Little John, Maid Marian and all the other inhabitants of Sherwood Forest would turn summersaults in their graves should one of you fair archeresses-to-be have the audacity to so much as lay one of your delicate finger-tips upon a bow while dressed in anything but the greenest of Lincoln green. Lincoln green is a com­ paratively safe color to wear while arching for the simple reason that it is not one of the colors used on targets, hence, in wear­ ing this color, you theoretically minimize your chances of being mistaken for the target. However, it is always best to keep an eye out for stray arrows, especially for the first few days, since some beginners become so enthusiastic about the sport that they will shoot at anything in sight, be it the target, be it green, or be it otherwise. Here is another safety-hint which cannot be too heavily stressed: always be absolutely positive that none of your fellow-archeresses is color-blind. These sug­ gestions may seem a trifle absurd now, but you will realize their value only after you see how sharp the points of those arrows really are. You can be quite certain that it will be wellnigh impossible to maintain the proper maidenly decorum after having been punctured by one of them. _ After you have the proper clothes, the rest is easy. The coach will supply the necessary bows and arrows and all you have to do is shoot the arrows into the target, using the bow to supply the needed motive power, technically known as oomph.

Should you care to make your own bow, you can do so at very little cost. If you have some hickory furniture at home, merely slice off a strip about five or six feet in length, taper it properly and bend to the desired shape. You can see for yourself how simple the whole thing is.

In target-shooting, the general idea is to hit the bull’s-eye, which is the technical term for that circle in the center of the target. This circle has a diameter of nine inches, which at close quarters may seem quite large to you, but odzookens! how that circle practically disappears at a distance of thirty or forty yards.

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Now possibly after your first two or three essays with the bow you will find yourself a bit lame and stiff, but after a little practice this will soon disappear. It is true that archery is a bit more strenuous than the game of jacks which you are cur­ rently playing, but archery has this advantage that you will not have to scrape your knees on hard cement sidewalks as you do while executing the “Eggs in the basket” variation in jacks.

So come now, me lassies, put away your jacks, get out those clothes you wore on St. Patrick’s day and prepare to enjoy yourselves with one of the most romantic of sylvan sports.

A woman’s commentator stated recently that every civilized woman has her breakfast in bed. As a matter of interest, a questionnaire was circulated among our coeds to ascertain how many of them indulge in this luxury. The result of the investi­ gation was not surprising — not one of the coeds is in the habit of consuming her morning ‘curds and whey’ in bed, which only goes to prove something we have long suspected.

The prize for this month’s brilliant answer goes to Fritz Tabbert who thought that a dogma was a puppy’s mother.

Because of the lack of news items this month we called upon the Muse of Poetry to help us fill this column. After look­ ing over the result, we have more than faint suspicions that we got in touch with the wrong Muse, or possibly that she was suffering from indigestion or fallen arches or some similar ail­ ment. Nevertheless, here goes!

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A desk where I can sleep all day And hear the Prof’s voice drone away.

A desk on which great men have lain Who also said, “To learn is vain.”

Now to give credit where ’tis due, You carpenters, hats off to you!

For poems are made by fools like me, But desks are made by carpentry.

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The wild seas, The moonlight on The rippling wave, The rustling trees All join in bidding us Live and learn tonight.

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Rev. Marcus Liesener, class of ’33，located at Brillion, Wis. reports the birth of a son, named Mark, on April 24th.

Rev. Prof. Carl Schweppe, President of Dr. Martin Luther College, New Ulm, Minn., visited Northwestern the week-end of the 15th, while en route to Milwaukee to attend the meeting of the General Synodical Committee.

Rev. Arnold Schultz,，02, of Milwaukee, motored to Hazelton, No. Dak. the week-end of May 8th, to attend the christen­ ing of his granddaughter.

Prof. G. R. Martin, class of ’29, has been chosen as toast­ master for the banquet at the reunion of Lutheran High School of Milwaukee. Prof. Martin is instructor in Science and English at the institution.

Rev. Prof. Henry Schmeling, class of ’98，has taken over the Sophomore Latin classes during Prof. Herrmann’s absence due to illness.

Rev. and Mrs. William Wadzinski and family, of Manchester, Wis., had supper in the College refectory, while on a visit here Sunday, May 8th.

Contributions to this column are welcomed.

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The Alumni Society convened in the college gymnasium on Commencement Day, Friday, June 11, 1937, at 2:30 P. M., for its annual meeting. The president, the Reverend E. Benj.

Schlueter, presided. The roll call was taken. There were present sixty-five members, representing classes from 1885 1935. The minutes of the preceding meeting were approved as read. At request of the class and upon recommendation of President E. E. Kowalke, the graduating class, composed of twenty-seven members, was admitted into membership. The treasurer, Dr. J. H. Ott, submitted his annual report.

Report of Treasurer of Alumni Society for 1936-1937 Receipts $191.05 Annual dues.........................

93.02 Cash on hand, June 18, 1936. $284.07 Total Expenditures Stamps and Stamps..................... .

6.23 2.75 Rent for deposit box....................

2.50 11.48 Alumni notices............................. $272.59 Cash on hand June 11, 1937 Condition of Fund $150.40 Cash on hand June 18, 1936 Sold Wis. Gas & Electric Bonds…- 314.50 6.79 Interest Savings ac’t„ 11.80 Interest on Farm Loan ..$483.49 Total.................. $5293.12 Old Investments_____ 314.50 $4978.62 Total An auditing committee, composed of the Pastors H. C. Schumacher and W. R. Krueger, and Mr. H. Nommensen, was appointed by the chairman.

Conforming with a resolution of a year ago President E. B. Schlueter presented a translation into English of the old con­ stitution of 1879 and the various resolutions relating to the con­ stitution, with respective dates, adopted since 1879. The president, in connection with the respective resolutions, pre­ sented a resume of such material from the minutes as. would prove of historical interest. It was resolved to publish the translation of the constitution and the various resolutions 59

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The motion was carried to suspend the constitution and elect the old officers by acclamation. Following are the officers of the society: President, the Reverend E. B. Schlueter，’00; Secretary, Prof. W. A. Schumann,，12; Treasurer, Dr. J. H. Ott, ’85; Deputy treasurer, Prof. T. Binhammer, J17; Dr. J. H. Ott, however, resigned from his office as treasurer. The motion was carried to make Dr. J. H. Ott honorary treasurer of the society. Prof. T. Binhammer was appointed treasurer.

It was resolved that paragraph seven in the order of business in regard to lectures be left to the chairman.

The society honored the memories of Pastor G. Thurow and of Waldemar and Everett Dobratz by rising. The secretary was instructed to extend the sympathy of the society to the respective families.

The report of the treasurer, having been examined by the auditing committee and attested as correct, was adopted.

It was resolved to fill the offices of first and second vicepresidents, and of the chronicler. These offices had been vacant for some time past. The result of the election was: First vice-president, the Reverend W. Zank, ’16; Second vice-presi­ dent, Prof. E. Wendland ’06: Chronicler, Prof. M. Franzmann, ，28.

Adjournment followed at 4:15 P. M. Walter A. Schumann, Secretary.

Rev. Prof, and Mrs. Adolph Sauer, Michigan Lutheran Seminary, Saginaw, Michigan, announce the birth of a son, Daniel James, on May 14th. Prof. Sauer graduated from North­ western with the class of 1906.

Rudolf Weyland, class of ’34，at present teaching at Em­ manuel Lutheran Church in St. Paul, will be married to Miss Lajune Wendt of the same city.

Another marriage reported is that of Rev. Herbert Resting, class of ’33, La Moiller, Minn, to Miss Alice Schiffleger of Manitowoc, Wis. Gilbert Timm, who finished his preparatory course at North­ western in ’29, and has been teaching at Arlington, Minn, died Wednesday, may 4th. He finished his teacher’s course at New Ulm. Rev. Martin Lemke, class of ’34，has accepted a call to Watertown, So. Dak., to fill the vacancy left when Rev. G. Schlegel removed to Mobridge.

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In the first official baseball game of the year the North­ western varsity managed to come out on the long end of a 6—4 score over the Watertown Legion. The Goslings accounted for their six runs in a big fourth inning splurge. Klages and Ziesemer sharecl mound duties, and both proved effective. Coach Umnus substituted freely, so that he could see how some of his rookies acted under fire.

On the 27th of April the NWC nine blanked the Legion by a score of 8—0. Lambert pitched perfect ball for four innings. He then retired in favor of Klages, who gave the opposing batsmen a total of four scattered hits. Hempel and Schweppe hit for the circuit and Keibel at second came through with an unassisted double play. The heavy stick work and and classy fielding indicated that the team is prepared to take on all comers.

Seminary 0 Northwestern 7 “Red” Lambert made it three in a row over “Hep” Koehler, Seminary ace, when the two tangled here on April 30. The score might not indicate it, but nevertheless the game had all the earmarks of a pitchers’ battle. Koehler had the edge in strikeouts, but the poor fielding of his teammates put him in the hole quite often. In the first inning, after two Goslings had been retired, Hempel tripled to right center and came home on Schumann’s line single over second. Two errors, a base on balls, and an infield out produced two more runs for the Gos­ lings in the second frame. The third inning saw “Red” Lambert 61

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The box score: Northwestern Seminary AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E 3 0 0 0 0 0 I. Frey 2 4 0 1 0 4 1 R. Frey If 2 0 1 0 0 0 C. Frey ss 4 0 0 1 0 1 Peil If 0 112 1 Sydow 3 3 0 0 2 0 3 Wiedenmeyerss5 3 2 1 2 3 0 Hempel 3 G. Frey 1 3 0 2 5 0 0 Schumann 2 4 0 2 2 1 0 Roekle cf 3 0 0 0 0 0 Keibel 2 0 0 0 0 1 0 Koenig If 3 0 0 0 0 0Schweppe 1 4 0 0 8 0 0 Cares rf 3 0 0 0 0 0 Hoffmann cf 3 10 10 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 cf Toepelc 3 0 0 16 1 1 Klages Kehrberg rf 2 10 10 0 Koehler p 3 0 0 0 0 1 Koch rf 1 0 0 0 0 0 Lambert p 3 2 10 10 Wendland c 4 1 0 12 2 0 Summary: Three base hits—Hempel. Homeruns—Lambert.

Sacrifices — Wiedenmeyer. Base on balls — off Koehler 3 — off Lambert 1. Strike outs —by Koehler 17 —by Lambert 12.

Northwestern 2 Seminary 1 On May 3 the Goslings scored their second victory in three days over their rivals from Thiensville. Koehler again took the mound for the Sem., and the score certainly indicates that he was effective. Klages, an addition who will undoubtedly strengthen the Goslings’ pitching staff, got his first test under pressure and pulled through in great style although he was in the hole the greater share of the afternoon. NWC did all their scoring in the third when Schumann led off with a single.

Hempel reached third on a misgudged fly in right field and scored the winning run on Schweppe’s single to right center.

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C. Frey drew a base on balls and advanced to second on SyJow’s single. G. Frey got a life on a hard smash through short.

With the bags loaded to capacity Roekle grounded to Keibel, who tossed to first. Meanwhile C. Frey scored for the Sem. The next hitter went down on an easy infield out. The ninth was nearly a repetition of the eighth. Cares got a life on an error; Koenig walked; but Koehler grounded into a fast double play. With the tying run on third, Bill Klages turned on the heat and struck out the last batsman. The first two games showed that Coach Umnus has several capable substitutes on whom he can rely.

The box score: Seminary Northwestern AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E I. Frey 2 5 0 0 3 2 0 R. Frey If 3 0 0 1 0 0 C. Frey ss 3 10 14 0 Hoffmann If 10 0 10 0 Sydow 3 4 0 1 1 2 1 Wiedenmeyerss4 0 0 4 4 3 G. Frey 1 4 0 1 8 0 0 Schumann 2 3 12 12 0 Roekle cf 4 0 1 2 0 0 Keibel 2 10 0 1 2 0 Toepel c 3 0 0 8 0 0 Hempel 3 4 1 0 0 0 0 Cares cf 4 0 2 0 0 0 Lambert cf 30 00 0 1 Koenig rf 3 0 0 1 0 2 Schweppe 1 30 28 00 Koehler p 4 0 0 0 1 0 Kehrberg rf 30 00 00 1 0 0 0 0 0 Peil rf Wendland c 3 0 1 10 0 0 3 0 0 1 2 0 Klages c Summary : Two base hits — Schweppe. Three base hits — G. Frey. Base on balls —off Klages 3 — off Koehler 0. Strike outs —by Klages 9 —by Koehler 7. Double plays — Wiedenmeyer to Schweppe — Wiedenmeyer to Keibel to Schweppe.

Milton 6 Goslings 12 In their first taste of conference competition the Goslings made fourteen hits and nine of the opponents’ miscues good for twelve runs. The contest lacked the thrilling mound duel which the local fans are accustomned to see. But, nevertheless, several hard smashes and running catches gave the crowd sufficient cause to cheer. During the first four innings Lambert lacked his usual effectiveness. However, as the game wore on and after the terrific wind had calmed down, “Red” had the game well in hand. Milton started the scoring with one coun ter in their half of the first on a single by Loofboro, a sacrifice, and a double by De Land. De Land, by the way, made some sparkling 63

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Milton’s heavy stickers managed to touch Lambert for three runs in the third. Loofboro’s single, consecutive triples to right center by Yoss and Luebke, and an infield out did the work. Milton scored once in both the fourth and fifth innings. Ten men came to bat in the locals’ fourth inning splurge. Four singles, three errors, and a fielder’s choice accounted for five runs.

A two-run rally for NWC in the eighth concluded the scoring for the afternoon. The visitors had decidedly more trouble with their throws than did the local boys, and it was usually those misplays that started the rallies.

The box score: Northwestern Milton AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E 3 0 0 0 0 0 Loofboro ss 5 2 2 4 1 3 R. Frey If 2 2 1114 Kehrberg If 3 110 0 0 Yoss 2 1 0 0 0 0 0 Wiedenmeyer ss 6 1 2 0 3 0 Hull 3 Luebke 1 5 1 1 3 0 0 Schweppe 1 6 1 2 13 0 0 De Land If 4 0 2 5 0 0 Schumann 2 4 2 0 1 1 1 2 00 0 0 0 Miller rf 4 0 0 0 0 0 Keibel 2 Bladorn cf 4 1 2 2 0 1 Lambert p 5 23 0 7 1 5 12 0 3 0 Sweeney 3 3 0 0 2 0 1 Hempel 3 Gilbert c 5 21 0 0 0 4 0 17 10 Peil cf 3 2 110 0 Suchanek p 2 0 0 0 0 0 Hoffmann Hullp 2 0 0 0 2 0 Wendland c 4 0 2 11 1 1 Summary: Two base hits—De Land, Lambert. Three base hits—Yoss, Luebke. Base on balls—off Suchanek Hull 3 off Lambert 2. Strike outs — by Suchanek 3 — by Hull 4 ― by Lambert 11. Hits off Suchanek 9 in 4 innings — off Hull 5 in 5 innings.

Northwestern 22 Extension 0 The Goslings motored to Milwaukee on May 11 and swamped the University of Wisconsin Extension Division in a game that was called at the end of the fifth inning by mutual consent.

NWC’s barrage of fifteen hits coupled with thirteen passes to first accounted for twenty-two tallies. Lack of capable mound replacements and ragged play in the Extension outfield allowed every local man to score at least once. The Goslings scored twice in the first on five consecutive walks. Five free tickets to first and two doubles accounted for four more runs the next inning. The highlight of the third frame was **ButchM Schu­ mann’s round tripper with the bags loaded. Fourteen went to the plate in the fifth and last inning. A walk, consecutive 64

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homers by Lambert and Kehrberg, and seven singles were good for eleven runs. The Extension boys threw a little scare into the locals when they filled the bags in the fifth inning after two were out. Klages, who pitched a very creditable game, struck out the last batsman after the count had gone up to three and two. After the game all the varsity men complained of sore feet, most likely due to the constant pounding of the base paths.

Box score : Northwestern Extension AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E Cannizo 2,p 1 0 0 0 0 0 Wiedenmeyerss4 2 1110 Stewart 3 3 0 1 0 0 0 Hoffmann cf 2 3 2 0 0 0 1110 0 0 J；ok? 1 ., I l o I l ) Schweppe 1 0 4 0 21 0 Monssettess,p2 0 2 2 0 1 Schumann 2 2 2 1 2 0 0 Rafalow rf 2 0 0 0 0 0 Keibel 2 2 1 0 00 0 Labudde c 3 0 0 8 0 1 Lambert If 2 2 2 00 0 Hennings If 2 0 1 0 0 0 ^ J J ^ m f o n n i n i Kehrberg rf 4 2 3 1 0 0 Cleary cf 2 0 0 1 0 1 Hempel | 3 2 1 0 0 1 Regis p, ss 2 0 0 1 0 0 Wendland c 5 117 2 0 5 12 10 0 Klages p Summary: Two base hits—Hoffmann 2, Kehrberg. Three base hits—none. Home runs—Schumann, Lambert, and Kehr­ berg. Base on balls—off Regis 9—off Morissette 3—off Cannizo 1 —off Klages 5. Strike outs — by Regis 3, by Morissette 3, by Cannizo 1, by Klages 5. Hits off Regis 2 in 2 innings, off Morissette 10 in 2 innings, off Cannizo 3 in 1 inning.

TENNIS I. Weiss, who took over the reins of captaincy after former captain Pagels had withdrawn from school, instilled just enough pep into his squad to come back strong and tie a well-balanced Whitewater squad 3—3. After winning only one out, of four matches in the singles, the Goslings’ doubles combination took two quick matches to even up the score.

The statistics: Haase (N) over Buttle (W) 6—3, 6—2 Lukow (W) over Weiss (N) 7—5, 9—7 Burch (W) over R. Schaller (N) 6—3, 4—6, 6—4 Ransom (W) over Kowalke (N) 2—6, 6—2, 7—5 Haase and Koeninger (N) over Buttle and Lukow (W) 6—1, 6-2

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The statistics: Haase (N) over Boutelle (W) 6—3, 0—6, 8—6 Lukow (W) over Weiss (N) 6—4, 6—3 R. Schaller (N) over Burch (W) 6—2, 6—3 Ransom (W) over Neubauer (N) 6—3, 6—2 Haase and R. Schaller (N) over Boutelle and Lukow (W) 7—5, 6—3 Weiss and Neubauer (N) over Ransom and Burch (W) 5-7, 6—4, 6—1

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IN MEMORIAM Professor William Christian Herrmann died on Pentecost Sunday morning, June 5. Services were held at St. Mark’s Church in Watertown. He is survived by his wife, two sons, Arnold and Wilbert, and by two daughters, Mrs. B. J. Engelbrecht and Mrs. Alfred Thomas.

Professor Herrmann was born June 17, 1870, at Greenville, Wisconsin. He attended Appleton High School and graduated from Northwestern College in 1895. When he had completed his course at the Theolo­ gical Seminary in Wauwatosa, he was called as pastor to Zion Ev. Lutheran Church, Chicago, in 1898. The following year he married Lydia Buuck of Milwaukee and was called to Fairburn, Wisconsin, where he served until 1906. The next two years find him doing graduate work at the University of Chicago, first in Latin, Italic Dialects, Sanskrit, and Indo-European Philology, and then in Germanic Dialects, German Literature, and Modern Language Teaching. In September, 1908, he was appointed Scholar in Germanic Philology and German Literature at the University. From the time of its founding by him in 1909 until 1927 he served as president of Luther Institute, Chicago, during which years he also served as assistant pastor of St. John’s Ev. Lutheran Church in Forest Park. In 1927 he was called as Professor of English and Latin to Northwestern College, which position he occupied until his death.

For those who were privileged to work with him or under him his memory will always be associated with a deep appreciation for his scholarship, sincerity, and true Christian kindliness. In the words of the Apostle he “watched in all things, endured afflictions, did the work of an evangelist, and made full proof of his ministry.’’

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Number 3

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ENGLISH ORATION E, Wendland

Some Results of the Civil War With the election of Lincoln in 1860 the North had given a definite opinion. Because slavery was wrong, the majority of the Northern people had declared against its extension. Prior to this time the South had held control of national affairs; in fact, from the very beginning of the United States Government practically all presidents had been Southerners. Their period of supremacy was now at an end — cotton was no longer king in the the eyes of the government that was about to take control.

They replied quickly and definitely with what was to them their only remedy — secession. Eleven states declared themselves out of the union.

The country was at this time, indeed, “a house divided against itself”. We use this phrase despite the fact that it has become hackneyed by time in its historical sense, since it expresses adequately the divergence of North and South in almost every respect. On the one hand we see the South, socially almost medieval in form, being dominated by a few 68

aggressive leaders, a few aristocrats who happened to come from the charmed circle of the upper class, economically bound in the slave system, in the production of staple agricultural crops by slave labor, a system that had a terrible effect on the whites who didn’t belong to the fortunate few. It was all a very separate, self-centered thing. Directly opposed to this was the North, where society was in a state of flux, where new in­ dividuals were constantly pushing to the front. It was a time of industrial-expansion, reform movemints, and intellectual ferments, all tending to a spirit of national consciousness which believed in adding to the prestige and power of the nation and at the same time abhorring anything quite so out of tune with the ideals of mankind as the continuation of slavery.

Two such divergent forms of society couldn’t continue in­ definitely under one government, even under a government so loosely constructed as that of the United States under the constitution. Political principles were naturally formulated according： to social and economic ideals. Hostilities had begun already during the days of Hamilton and Jefferson. The period of compromise under men such as Clay and Webster had only widened the gap. Congress had gradually become the forum of an excited discussion over slavery, in which “the South” was as familiar a term in political speeches as “the United States”.

And it was the South’’ that had brought about the existing crisis by seceding, which proves that already at that time this fact was quite evident — if the Southern social system were to live, it must live under its own government; it couldn’t possibly exist under the domination of any other rulers.

Thus the ensuing- war was to Southern politicians merely a “war between the states”. To them the state was sovereign, whatever the word might mean. The constitution was a compact between independent states, not an indissoluble Union. It was not adopted by the mass of the people, rather by each state in­ dividually, they argued. Therefore a state could remain in the Union or withdraw as it saw fit. The act of withdrawal was no excuse for subjection by force of arms. Generally speaking, the people of tho North believed that they owed their duty first to the Union and then to their state. To them the measures of the South were rebellion. They contended that for a state to separate from the central government was unconstitutional, 69 ii

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contrary to the “supreme law of the land”； the war was naturally to them a “civil” war.

It is no longer a matter of doubt at the present day that the war tvas a civil war, that what was somewhat euphemistically called “secession” by Southerners was just a mild way of expressing the word ‘‘anarchy’’. This fact was decided quite definitely by the war itself. Since Appomattox nothing has been heard of secession except by readers of history.

It is anarchy for a country to include in its form of govern­ ment a principle that implies its own nonexistence. As long as any unit in government has the right to separate from the rest, government, in fact, does not exist. That a logical, possibly a constitutional argument upholding secession can be made is perhaps true. The Southerners claimed that they did have an argument; we won’t dispute the technicality that might be in­ volved. But this merely proves that a nation can’t be built up on strictly logicallines, according to any rigid document con­ taining so many articles and so many sections. The constitution was written in general terms, in terms that left sufficient opportunity for historic developements and significant events such as the Civil War to interpret, so that it might adapt itself accordingly. Slavery and secession were both not outwardly wrong perhaps according to the written constitution. The South didn’t seem to think so. But what they implied was funda­ mentally (we might say, economically) wrong with what the constitution was to represent in the future — a country united, at least, in the ideas of industrial expansion.

To us now the answer to this question concerning secession seems a self-evident thing. But it certainly wasn’t that to those who decided the issue in battle. It’s surprising how few at that time really had a clear conception of affairs. It seems to us, however, very trivial to argue that the issue might have been decided without a war, as certain historians are want to do. We rather agree with a certain writer who says, “Without the Civil War the nation would not be the one we know to-day: it would not stand so firm in its institutions, for the problems that had vexed its first seventy years have forever vanished, and possibly the Civil War was as essential to national growth as was the Revolution to independence.”

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A NEW CHAMPION Irvin W. JFeiss

McCarthy lands a right to Bears mid-section as the bell rings, ending the ninth round. And here’s my announcer, Dick Richards.

That was the end of round nine and the tenth and final round is coming up. All through this championship bout the challenger, James McCarthy, has been putting up a terrific battle, and although it’s against all rules of broadcasting for announcers to give an opinion as to who is winning, I’ll say right here and now that McCarthy to-night has it all over the champion, Beal. He has knocked Beal to the canvas in every round but the first and fifth, and even those rounds he won on points. Just as long as McCarthy isn’t K. 0_’d, which is highly improbable considering Beal’s condition, there can be no question that McCarthy will be crowned the champion this fine starry evening. There goes the ten-second whistle, so I’ll turn you back to Bob Thomas who will give you the tenth and last round. Come in, Bob. Beal’s trainers have been working on his cut and swollen face. They all hope Beal can last this final round. In the other corner Jimmy McCarthy is resting easily, having been almost untouched through nine rounds of this fight. There goes the bell.

Beal’s across the ring in McCarthy’s corner. Tired and battered as he is, he，s trying for a last round knock-out. Any­ thing to save his crown. Jimmy wards him off and jabs a left to Bears face. Another and another. Now a right under BeaFs heart. Beal tries a haymaker but is far short as McCarthy dances back. Now Jimmy McCarthy is crowding Beal, forcing him to the ropes with lefts and rights. None, however, are knock-out blows. There he tried a right cross to Beal’s head, but it was brushed aside. Now Beal takes a right to the side of the head. McCarthy is pouring in lefts and rights hoping one will have the fatal sting. However, Beal stands up under those blows like the champ he is or rather was before he entered the ring to-night. Hey, here’s Beal coming in swinging both fists like a madman. McCarthy is backing up waiting for Beal to spend his last energy. It must be almost the end of the round.

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Beal. The count is three — four — five — six — seven and there’s the bell. Come in Dick Richards.

Thanks Bob! This tenth round was the closest one of the fight, but there can be no doubt that James McCarthy dethroned game but outclassed Tommy Beal. Police officers are now crowding the ring as are photographers and other newspaper men to get pictures and statements from both the boys. I can’t see anything through this forest of legs, but Bob Thomas has gone into the ring with a mike and he’ll get the fighters to say something. The announcer has just collected the slips bearing the decisions of the two judges and the referee, and here comes the formal announcement of who won to-night’s championship battle.

The winner and new world’s champion is James McCarthy.

There you have it and now I’ll turn you over to Bob Thomas inside the ring. 0. K. Bob. Here we are, about a hundred of us, inside the ring. I’ll try to get a word from Tommy Beal. Hey, Tommy, say a word to the public. I know you’re breathless but say just a word.

I was out-classed and the better man won.

Thanks a lot Tommy; and now I’ll get a word from the new champ — Jimmy McCarthy. Hey, Jimmy, — what in the world!

Hold on folks, I’m stunned. Here’s a new one. James McCarthy will be unable to talk to you tonight. He’s still unconcious from the punch Beal landed on him in the last couple seconds of the fight. What a story the newspaper men are going to have.

McCarthy knocked out in the tenth round is saved by bell and although groggy for at least five minutes now is crowned一 really crowned — the new world’s champion.

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Edward Fredrich Helenville, Wisconsin

Frederick Grunwald Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Clayton Krug Calvary, Wisconsin

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Herbert Birner Hendricks, Minnesota

Paul Baganz Burlington, V/isconsin

Edwin Becker Blomkest, Minnesota

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Martin Birkholz St. James, Minnesota

Edwin Breiling Kenosha, Wisconsin

Gerhard Eckert Burr Oak, Michigan

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Raymond Frey Saginaw, Michigan

Lyle Hailauer Hazel, South Dakota

Lloyd Lambert Algoma, Wisconsin

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Harold Neubauer Waterkown, Wisconsin

Ruth PfaffenbacK Watertown, Wisconsin

RoyReede Roscoe, South Dakota

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Robert Reim Neenah, Wisconsin

Alvin Schabow Appleton, Wisconsin

Hilbert Schaller Saginaw, Michigan

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丨 Lester Schierenbeck Sanborn, Minnesota

Arden Stuebs Kewaunee, Wisconsin

Arnold Tiefel Stambaugh, Michigan

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Marvin Volkmann Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Milton Weishahn Plymouth, Nebraska

Ernst Wendland Wakerkown# Wisconsin

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William Wiedenmeyer Roscoe, South Dakota

Frederick Zimmermann Flint, Michigan

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Jbtiartal s A Neccessary Addition................

ORTH WESTERN exists primarily for the purpose of pre­ paring men for the Lutheran ministry. All activities not concerned with this end are given secondary consideration, and this is as it should be. In order to give future ministers the best foundation, a thoroughly classical course has been set up.

This classical course of eight years includes the study of English, German, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, History, Mathematics, Science, Religion, Psychology, Logic, Art, and Music.

Our accomplishments in athletic circles are supposed to be merely by-products of the students’ desire for fun and exercise.

The musical organizations also are not encouraged to make a business of music by making many public appearances. I agree with this policy of keeping the secondary activities of a school in their places, but I do not think our musical organizations are given their rightful place.

I do not mean to say that they should make more appear­ ances, for if music is taken up merely to show off, the student 85

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is getting no real benefit from it.^ Yet, I think it is largely the love of not flopping in that makes our own concerts give out the false impressions that our organizations are in a healthy condition.

But before we pass judgement on and seek to reform these organizations let us consider whether or not they even ought to exist. First, no one will deny the value of an appreciation of good music in a student, and that an active but not showy inte­ rest in a good musical organization helps to develop this appre­ ciation. Next, our school is composed of comparatively select students who — (in spite of the meaningless grumbling about the heavy schedule) have time on their hands to be used for something other than the regular studies. Physical excercise should of course not be neglected, but after this music might well take some of the students’ spare time. Many have had piano lessons which give them an excellent foundation for handling any other instrument or their voices. Our course extends over eight years, thus giving a fine opportunity to work up organizations with high standards of individual experience.

The student body largely lives in the dormitory and the rooms reserved for musical activities are hardly a step away from those of the students thus making it most convenient to arrange for rehearsals. We can only conclude then that there is no reason why our musical organizations should be discouraged.

But now, do they use the advantages offered on our campus and do they realize the purpose of their existence? I hold that that they do not.

The Male Chorus probably does not fall far short of the ideal. This is probably partly due also to the incentive of the annual tour but it has been fortunate in having a faculty direc­ tor showing an active interest along with energetic student directors.

I do not mean to imply that the fault lies with those who have charge of the organizations but rather the fault lies in the system that compels them to do so. Directing an organization can only be a sideline with any of our present professors or students. It should not be otherwise. The professors have their regular subjects to teach, and the students have their regular subjects to study. Neither can give a musical organiza­ tion that energy and attention that is required of a director.

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To direct a band or orchestra efficiently, the man should know at least the fundamentals of playing all the instruments found in the organization. Also he should have a knowledge of the abilities of the individual players. Neither faculty nor student directors have a sufficient knowledge of the instrumentation nor have they time to give individual players the attention that is finally neccessary to develop a good organization. Although it is good practice for a musician to learn to follow different direc­ tors, I do not see the advantage of practicing most of the year under a student director and then finally at the concert have a sort of *'guest conductor’’ from the faculty take charge.

No musical organization of any quality is developed in a short time but rather years are required, and few schools have such an opportunity to do this as ours. Yet, how many sextaners this year were encouraged to take up instruments? How many preps are there in the band and orchestra? Where is our prep chorus?

Again, it cannot be expected of the faculty or student direc­ tor^ to have time for these things. Furthermore, the student director’s interest is naturally retarded by the fact that it is usually in his Senior year (rarely in his Junior year) that he is given charge of an organization and thus he is not greatly con­ cerned about its future. Finally, a student director is only a student and rarely can he keep reasonable order. As a result a great part of our practice periods is wasted in just tooting and talking.

To remedy the unhealthy condition of our musical organiza­ tions Northwestern needs an additional professor who can give the greater part of his time to Music. You will remember that Music was among the subjects listed in our classical course.

This means Music as it is studied in three of the prep years — mostly from the standpoint of theory and history. The new professor might well take care of these classes and if he gave the musical organizations the time that they deserve, he would be neither an idle nor valueless member of the Faculty.

The rendering of good music at Northwestern should be treated secondarily but not in a slipshod fashion.

A. D. Laper

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Utopia..............

LL people have dreamt of a heaven on earth. They have -thought and planned how such a paradise might be established. Sir Thomas More had his Utopia. Coleridge, Lovell and Southey had their Pantisocracy. Hawthorne had his Blithedale. Yet what has become of their plans? Up to the present day we know of no Utopia that has been successful.

There was always a flaw someplace. There was always some­ thing which the dreamers forget to include in their plans. Yet they won’t give up. There is always someone who hopes he has the perfect plan. Perhaps this is the hope lying behind a resolution recently announced by a committee representingcertain labor groups, parts of which, quoted, state that: “Whereas it should be a principle of government that those unemployed through no fault of their own are entitiled to the right to work at decent wages or adequate relief on which to maintain themselves and their families in decency, "Therefore be it resolved that this assemblage of workers go on record demanding the following: *'That a moratorium be declared on all debts of relief clients, “That rents be reduced and evictions stopped for the unemployed, “That no lights, heat, gas or water be turned off for non­ payment of bills of unemployed workers, “That the city and county government be instructed to sponsor enough W. P. A. projects to absorb all the unemployed, “That more adequate relief be given to those on direct relief.

“Be it further resolved that we are determined to resist all wage cuts by remaining loyal to our unions and working for the unity of all the labor forces in the country.

“Be it further resolved that in order to accomplish our aims we shall aim to establish a government in city, state and nation friendly to labor.”

It sounds promising, doesn’t it? But will they be success­ ful? And if they are, will it help matters any? It is true the committee has undertaken the solving of a difficult problem.

And perhaps the members of the committee feel they can com­ bat man’s human tendencies. They must know that a man will not work unless circumstances force him to, or unless he is self-conscious enough to aim for a goal he has set for himself.

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Any welfare board—or perhaps the neighborhood gossips could best be consulted—could cite examples of people receiving their daily bread from the city while they are otherwise energetically enlarging the payroll. Cases have been known of both husband and wife successfully concealing their daily treks to their respective places of occupation while still receiving weekly their foodstuffs from the welfare committee. Such cases may be stated as exceptions. But then we all know of the strenuous labor applied on the numerous W. P. A. projects the country over. History tells us what becomes of a nation when the government becomes too generous and feeds the populace.

Why should one work when one can live easily enough without.

After all it is tiring to walk the streets.

And then there is the other side of the problem. How is the more fortunate group of the population to exist? Should the public utility companies offer their service gratis? How will they make ends meet? How can the government sponsor pro­ jects for employment and furnish relief when there is no money forthcoming from taxes to back them up? The government is also the government of this class of people. If it is friendly to one group it must be friendly to the other.

Yes, it is a very difficult problem to solve. And it must some day be solved. Whether the above mentioned would be a solu­ tion cannot be stated. But many great things have come of dreams and who are we to hinder progress. So I suppose we must wish them luck.

J. Vogt Archery Notes • • •.

T SURE looks as though archery has a bright future at -N. W. C. But before we speculate too much on the future let us look and see what archery has to make our coeds go for it.

Probably more hooey has been tossed around about the bow than any other instrument in the history of sport and war.

You catch it from Robin Hood books when you’re a kid, from Ivanhoe a little farther along, and after you’re through school, you find pictures in the roto section of 200 eastern college coeds all lined up and pulling away at their bows to beat the band.

Boy! If those girls are the archers they pretend to be, you can date them — leave me out. A girl who has been pulling every afternoon at even one of the light twenty pound bows they use 89

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in those female colleges would be a feminine Samson; she，d come home not on foot, but riding in your car and sitting on your poor banged-up head.

Archery probably gets its reputation as a la-de-la sport out of pictures like that (for some reason the papers don’t often print pictures of guys like Stewart White, who puts an arrow clean through a charging African lion. It’s true that unless you hunt big game with the bow, the sport doesn’t contain such an element of physical danger and personal contact as does football, for instance. Neither does tennis or golf. But in the qualities demanded by any of these sports — accuracy, endurance, muscular and nervous control —arehery is ahead of them all.

I once read an article in one of the papers of a famous bow­ man who used to knock-off some pretty good golf pros almost regularly. The archer and golfer would start from the tee to­ gether, the archer firing his second shaft from where the first would land, and counting the number of shots it took him to land an arrow in the cup as the golfer counted his strokes. The archer got about the same distance off the tee and much more accuracy. But on the putting green things evened up, because the cup seen from the archer’s position is aflat oval, the hardest of all objects to hit with an arrow.

Incidentally, the tip-off on the Robin Hood and Ivanhoe stories about the archers of Merrie England setting up a willowwand and splitting it with an arrow is that they were kidding the peasantry with that stunt. As any practising archer knows, and as the coeds will probably find out, it would be a great deal harder to hit the center of the targert. The reason is that with a bow, it’s easy to correct the errors of deflection, once you have learned to allow for windage. The main difficulty comes with the elevation, where the utmost delicacy is required to hit the dot in the center of the target.

The little feathered instrument is fatal to the full limit of its range, just as penetrating at 275 yards as at 10. Here is an anecdote that will illustrate this. A man by the name of Pope, one of the archery pioneers in this country, dropped in at an art museum one day. They had just received a suit of armor there, a particularly fine set belonging to some medieval prince, and the museum’s armor expert was inclined to blow a bit about 90

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how perfect it was. In proof he offered to put it on and let Pope try a few shots at him. It happened that a few months before some archeologist in England had dragged up the wreckage of some medieval ship. On it they found a good deal of archery equipment in a remarkable state of preservation, and sent Pope some of the arrows. He took the head off one of these and putting it on a modern shaft, agreed to make the trial, but with the proviso that the armor be mounted on something other than the armorman. They finally agreed on a box, heavily padded with sacking. Pope let drive from twenty yards with a 60 pound war-bow. There was a sharp clang, a flash of sparks, and when they came to look at the armor, it had a hole in it, the sacking had been penetrated, both sides of the box shot through, and the arrow-point embedded in the back of the armor. The man who had wanted to wear it swallowed hard a few times and didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t say anything.

Speaking of the 60 pound war-bow brings up the point that bows are rated by a system of poundage which has nothing whatever to do with the weight. The poundage is determined by putting a spring-scale on the string and using it to pull on the bow as far as it would be drawn in launching an arrow.

The reading on the scale then represents the amount of pull necessary to shoot the bow, and if it is 60 pounds, it means you have a 60 pound lift to make with one hand and a 60 pound push with the other every time you fire an arrow from that bow.

Doing this a hundred or more times in an afternoon would develop muscles on anybody.

In conclusion a word of advice to those who might develop into proficient archers or probably archeresses. If you intend to go in for archery in a big way you had better buy your own bow, as making them is a difficult art. But with arrows it is different. They are expensive, youâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re always losing them, breaking them, or tearing the feathers off. The sooner you learn how to make and repair your own, the better. The raw materials are dowel-rods and Cartridge Cases, which you can get in the hardware store for very little, and turkey feathers, which you can get in tbe butcher shop for nothing. And once you do learn how to fletch your own arrows you will find archery the most inexpensive, thrilling, and healthful of sports. And to those who participate: more power to you.

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OMEWHERE long ago we read a sentence that went some­ thing like this, “Sentimental feelings are only proper and fitting among women and children, but are at the same time tolerated even by the hardest of males.” Whether or not this statement is true is not the question here. The writer, being a female, is, however, going to take advantage of the statement and go somewhat sentimental.

Who may not be sentimental at this time of the year, with graduation so near? At the time of this writing there are less than fifteen school days left. Oh yes, we’re all eagerly awaiting graduation. We all say it— but do we mean it? Here, at least, is one person who says it with a really aching heart. For the others will travel together for a few more years, but she says goodbye to the class on commencement morning.

It，s odd how one can learn to love a place, its surroundings, and its inhabitants. How we hated the place our Freshman year. We considered it practically impossible to finish even the first year in a place where it seemed everyone was stiff and aloof, or if not stiff then always sarcastic. But a few kind fellows taught us that this wasn’t the case. Gradually we be­ came accustomed to it. Then our Junior year fate dealt another blow, and left but one lonely coed to struggle along in a class of boys. She who had been accustomed to large classes, mostly of girls, was now alone and was honestly bewildered. It didn’t take long though before the class made her feel as if she were one of them. Naturally the thing was new and a pleasure. A pleasure which she never quite got over. More than once she wondered how it would feel if all the coeds had not left. Would she have enjoyed the same close relationship?

Now stepping outside the circle of her own classmates she thinks of her acquaintances throughout the school. They really were all grand pals, not just people going to the same college.

From Sextaners through to Seniors they all had a place some­ where in her heart, yes, even those who teased her the most.

She sincerely hopes she’ll never forget them and wants also to be remembered in their minds.

Certain studies and certain professors also were favorites, but all will be remembered with the kindest thought. It was, of course, the professors who in the beginning made things 92

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The coeds — what fine friendships resulted from being with them. Each year there was a certain amount of heartache, when one or the other didn’t come back. But now we leave them.

What jolly times the football, basketball, and baseball games were. Even "Senior dignity” was forgotten, so that we could support the team in our humble way. What fun literary programs, mixed chorus, and orchestra.

In less than fifteen days it will be a memory, to be sure a fond memory, but now, just now, it seems so hard to part from the class, the school and the pals.

It is with a sad, aching heart that we say Aloha Oe to the environment that claimed the happiest years — college life.

We can find no more fitting words than those of the German folks song which we now direct to dear old N. W. C. especially to the class of ‘38, the best ever 一 Morgen muss ich fort von hier Und muss Abschied nehmen; 0, du allerschonste Zier, Sheiden, das bringt Gramen.

Da ich dich so treu geliebt, Ueber alle Massen, Soil ich dich verlassen?

Soil ich dich verlassen?

Ruth Pfaffenbach

Campus and Classroom We have with us again Lowell’s June days with all their concomitant pleasures, be it indulging in young men’s spring­ time fancies, or reveling in the “perfect days,” or swimming again in the Ole Swimmin’ Hole. But the thoughtupper most in our minds at this time of the year is the end of the schoolyear and, for the Seniors especially, that happy, yet sad mile­ stone, graduation. Permit us here to extend to the class of 1938 our sincere congratulations.

On these breezy June days if you can find out which way the wind is blowing and trace it down, you’ll probably find Wendland and Schaller practicing their commencement speeches.

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In the event that anyone who received an invitation to the commencement exercises of the class of ’38 should possibly wish to attend said exercises, the class of ’38 doth hereby announce and declare publicly that the ceremony will commence at 10:00 A. M. Since all other commencement invitations mention the time of exercises, the class of *38 thought it would be rather novel and different to omit it. * * * * Ernie Lehninger and his deutscher Schwungverein have taken to the road. On the evening of May 18, the German band entertained at the Forest Lawn Sanatorium near Jefferson.

The afternoon of May 22 found Ernst and his artists performingat the Bethesda Home here in Watertown. The fact that the band was favorably received at both places is no doubt greatly due to the fact that Ernst has a knack of making himself at home wherever he goes.

Election returns from the coed rooms---President Ruby Hardiman Vice President Ruth Kosanke Grace Kowalke Secretary Helen Wendland Treasurer These officers will officiate during the dchoolyear 1938-1939.

The Anti-classic Student Practical Henry sighed, and said, “Aw shucks, Does ‘bucking’ forms help one from bucks?” (A. Laper) The closing schoolyear brings with it again a rush of social activities, this year as usual in the form of banquets. The coeds, the Athletic Board, the Black and Red staff, and the Tertia class celebrated with one banquet apiece. The Seniors with their ravenous appetites—it must be their appetites---would be satisfied with no less than two.

Also in the line of social activities, we have heard that Habben, Horn, Kuehl (of the Dietrich variety) and Co. have, under the capable guidance of Harvy Tabbert, again begun their social “get-togethers” on the moonlit banks of the Rock River.

A pointed stick (no reference to a “Spitz”），a marshmallow, and thee beside me in the wilderness. Contentment indeed.

Becker leaves behind this gem of sagacity for future gene­ rations to ponder: “There’s no Luck like Good Luck!”

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Gus Frank comes through with his sure-fire method for gaining popularity: Du brauchst nicht immer eine Wandblume sein: du kannst auch das Leben der Gesellschaft geniesen.

Kauf dir eine Ukelele.”

In case you haven’t heard of the newest prospect for AllAmerican quarterback, his name is David Umnus.

JUtuitnt Prof. Cornelius Trapp, ’31，teacher at the Lutheran High School of Milwaukee, is assisting with services at Hartland, Wis.，every two weeks.

Mr. Richard Gensmer. ’33, and Mr. John Raabe, ’34, tutors at Northwestern College, have for the past few weeks alternated in holding services at St. Luke’s congregation, Watertown, Wis. The Rev. W. Franzmann, ’25，of Coloma, Michigan, was chosen as successor to Prof. Berg at the Michigan Lutheran Seminary at Saginaw. By the latest reports we hear he has not accepted the call.

A son was born to the Rev. M. Fleischer, ’30, Pastor at Red Granite, Wis., some weeks ago.

Philip R. Sauer, ’29, also reports the birth of a son, Philip, on May 25.

The Rev. R. Biesmann, ’33, has been called to serve the congregation at Brodhead, Wis. Herbert Fleischer is to be graduated from the University of Michigan School of Forestry at the June commencement.

Mr. Fleischeriwas a member of the class of’35 at Northwestern.

Henry J. Weidemann, ex ’76，called recently at North­ western after an absence of sixty years, during which time he has visited every state in the Union except Maine and New Hampshire.

We regret to announce the death of Rev. A. Halfmann, ’97, of College Point, N. Y.

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ATHLETICS Mission House 0 Northwestern 6 “Red” Lambert won his third victory of the season by hurling four hit ball over the Mission House Muskies.. At the same time “Red’s” teammates counted six runs on eight hits and five errors. The game was part of a Founder’s Day cele­ bration and a fair crowd witnessed the contest.

The Goslings gave “Red” a lead in the first inning when “Wimpy” Wiedenmeyer, the lead-off man, dropped a single in right and Hoffmann laced a double into left scoring “'Yim.P”.

Schumann’s ground-out brought in the second run of the inning.

A Muskie error and singles by Lambert and Kehrberg brought in another run in the third. In order to assure themselves of victory the Goslings pushed over three more tallies in certain vi Kehrbei’g’s second hit, a ground single into left the the lsixth. .

by Hempel, Wendland’s smashing double over third, a base on balls, and an infield out accounted for the runs.

The first twelve Muskies were set down in order. In the fifth Mission pushed a man around to second, but he was retired when Kehrberg nipped him at third on a beautiful peg' from short right. Lambert eased up a little in the sixth after two were out, and consequently Schulz, the Muskie third sacker, lined a triple into deep left. A nice running catch by Hoffmann retired the side and erased the last scoring threat. The Muskies went down via the strike out route in the last inning bringing Lambert’s total for the season to thirty-three.

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Box score: Northwestern Mission House AB RHPO A E AB R H PO A E Neerhof ss 3 0 0 1 2 0 Wiedenmeyerss4 110 0 0 Schulz 3 3 0 1 1 1 0 Hoffmann cf 3 111 0 0 Zurbucken 1 2 0 0 9 0 0 Schweppe 1 40 0 6 00 Hodge p 3 0 2 1 3 2 Schumann 2 4 1 0 2 1 0 Paschen c 2 0 0 5 0 0 Lambert p 3 0 1010 Hageman 2 2 0 0 1 3 1 Kehrberg rf 4 12 010 4 111 10 Schumacher If 3 0 0 1 0 0 Hempel 3 3 0 1 0 0 1 Wendland c 2 0 1 10 1 0 Ley cf 3 0 0 2 0 1 Frey If 3 11110 Dicks rf Summary : Two base hits — Hoffmann, Wendland. Three base hits—Schulz. Bases on balls — off Hodge 3, off Lambert 2.

Strike outs—by Hodge 4, by Lambert 10.

Northwestern 9 Milton 0 On May 20, “Bill” Klages entered baseball’s hall of fame by registering a no-hit, no-run victory over the Milton Wildcats on the Milton diamond. According to the old record books this is the first of its kind since the Spring of 1914, when the Gos­ lings also set down their Milton rivals without a hit or run.

Twenty-four men faced Klages in the seven-inning encounter; the first seventeen were set down in order. Then two con­ secutive errors allowed a man to reach second, the farthest point of advancement for the Wildcats all afternoon. In the last frame “Bill” walked the first man but bore down and re­ tired the next three men in rapid succession. Klages had a world of stuff on the ball and usually was way ahead of the batter.

The scorers for NWC were halted only in the first and fifth innings. In the first Hoffmann laced a triple to left but died on that bag. In the second Wendland singled to left and was sacrificed to second; Kehrberg drew a base on balls; both scored on “Lefty” Hoffmann’s single to center. Wendland’s second hit of the day drove in two more runs in the third. Two errors, two singles, and a free pass to first accounted for three more tallies in the fourth. The Goslings managed to push across one run in each of the last two innings.

A wet diamond had previously caused the postponement of the game. The conditions under which the game was played were far from perfect. A muddy batter’s box and the soggy infield slowed both teams up considerably.

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Box score : Northwestern Milton AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E Wiedenmeyerss5 2 2 1 0 1 Loofboro ss 2 00 0 1 0 Hoffmann cf 5 3 0 0 6 0 1 Schweppe 1 3 20 31 92 00 00 Lyss 2 2 0 0 1 1 1 Lambert If 4 2 1 0 0 0 Spear cf Suchaneck cf 1 0 0 0 0 0 Frey If 1 0 0 0 0 0 E.DeLand If 2 0 0 2 0 1 Kehrberg rf 3 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 Bladorn 3 3 0 0 1 3 1 Peil rf 3 0 0 0 2 1 Hempel 3 Sweeney 1 3 0 0 7 0 0 Wendland c 4 13 8 10 L. DeLand rf 2 0 0 0 0 0 Keibel 2 2 0 0 1 1 0 Gilbert c 2 0 0 4 0 0 Schumann 2 1 0 0 0 0 0 3 2 1 0 4 0 2 0 0 0 4 0 Klages p Hullp Summary: Two base hits—Lambert, Hoffmann. Three base hits —Hoffmann. Bases on balls —off Klages 2 —off Hull 5.

Strike outs — by Klages 8 —by Hull 4.

Extension 0 Goslings 20 The Goslings made it thirty scoreless innings in a row for their opponents when they walloped the Extension nine to the tune of 20—0 in a game that almost duplicated their former encounter. The locals scored two tallies in each of the first two frames and were blanked in the next two. Up to this time Regis had allowed only one hit and had the NWC batsmen completely baffled. In the fifth things began to happen. Five runs were pushed across in a mild outburst of hits. And with the memory of the previous inning in mind the Goslings un­ loosed a barrage of base knocks that accounted for eleven more runs.

Lambert got off to a bad start in the first when two errors and a single put men in scoring position. However, he did manage to pull through without having an Extension man cross the plate. Thereafter the opponents were set down in one — two — three order except in the sixth when a single broke the monotony.

Two triples by Lambert, one by Wendland, and a roundtripper by Hempel brought the fans to their feet. Afield a fast double killing by the Goslings and the short-stopping of Morrissette were commendable.

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The box score: Northwestern Extension AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E Cannizzo 2 3 0 1 1 4 1 Wiedenmeyer ss5 2 2 1 1 1 Raflow c 3 0 0 5 0 1 Hoffmann cf 4 4 3 1 0 0 Q o n 9 9 i i Schweppe 1 5 115 0 0 Stuart 3 3 0 2 2 1 1 Lambert p 5 3 3 0 1 1 Morissette ss 3 0 0 0 2 0 Kehrberg rf, cf5 2 4 0 0 0 1 10 0 0 0 Washechech rf 3 0 0 1 0 0 Klages rf 3 0 0 7 0 1 Wendland c 4 21 12 1 0 Loke 1 5 32 0 2 0 La Budde c f 2 0 0 0 01 Hempel 3 Halstrand If 2 0 0 2 0 0 Peil rf 3 1 0 0 00 2 0 0 0 1 2 Keibel 2 Regis p 4 112 2 0 Summary: Two base hits—Kehrberg. Three base hits — Lambert 2, Wendland. Home runs—Hempel. Base on balls— off Regis 2 一off Lambert none. Strike outs— by Regis 4 — by Lambert 12. Double play—Hempel to Keibel to Schweppe.

Mission House 0 Goslings 8 A juggled lineup due to the absence of “Wimp” Wieden­ meyer, who was forced out of action for the rest of the season with a shoulder ailment, proved strong enough to down the Mission House nine by the score of 8—0. Klages’ string of hitless innings was halted at eleven when a clean single over short in the fifth robbed him of possible laurels. Except for a scratch single in the following inning, “Bill” set the opponents down in order the whole game. He issued no walks, and at no time did a Muskie get past second.

The Goslings pounced onNeerhof in the opening frame and made three hits, an outfield error, and a base on balls count for three runs. Further scoring was halted until the fifth when one more tally was accounted for. In the sixth Kehrberg led off with a home run into center. Schweppe followed with a single and was driven home by Wendland’s hefty non-stop poke into left field. Two errors and a wild pitch gave NWC the last runs of the game.

The game was scheduled for nine innings, but a decision of the umpire was so vehemently protested by the Muskies that the arbiter decided to call the game in the seventh.

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The box score : Northwestern Mission House AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E Neerhof p, ss 3 0 0 1 2 0 Keibel 2 4 2 1 0 2 0 Hagemanss,cf3 0 0 1 0 0 Hoffmann cf 2 0 1 0 0 1 d—« q n n a in Schumann ss 4 1 1 4 10 t ?

O n n ^ n n Lambert If, cf 3 113 0 0 Hodge 1, p 3 0 0 50 0 pejj \f 1 0 0 0 0 0 Zurbucken 2 3 0 1 1 1 0 Kehrberg rf 2 2 1 1 0 0 Schumacherlf,l2 0 0 21 2 Schweppe 1 3 1 2 7 0 0 2 0 0 1 1 0 Wendland c 2 1 1 5 10 De Motts 3 2 0 110 1 Hempel 3 3 0 0 1 0 0 Ley cf, ss 2 0 0 0 0 0 Klages p 3 0 0 0 3 1 Griem rf Summary: Two base hits—none. Three base hits — none.

Home runs—Kehrberg, Wendland. Base on balls—off Neerhof 2,—off Hodge none, — off Klages 5. Hits off Neerhof 一 8 in 5 innings, off Hodge 0 in 2 innings.

State Prison 1 N. W. C. 3 The law (of averages) finally caught up with the State Prison nine and allowed N. W. C. to win the first game over them in three years. Of course none of the other contests were one­ sided. In 1936 it took the Prison team ten innings to gain a 4—3 decision. Last year they won the game in the ninth on a six run splurge by the score 7—6. But this year the smoothest working team to represent this school for quite some time defeated their strong opponents and concluded a season free from losses.

The same battery that defeated the Goslings last spring again took the mound for the Prisoners. N.W.C. drew first blood in the second when Kehrberg got a life on a two base error through short. He scored the initial run on Schweppe’s single into left. For six innings that 1 on the scoreboard loomed bigger and bigger. But the opponents came to life in the sixth and tied up the game. Harden singled sharply into right, stole second, and reached third on an error. With one out the Prisoners attempted a squeeze play, and, needless to say, it proved successful. After the run scored, Lambert, who was probably never better all season, bore down and retired the next two heavy hitters on strikes. After that hectic inning the Gos­ lings realized that in order to win, something must be done and that right quickly. Accordingly they went to work and scored the winning tallies in the eighth. Hoffmann, first man up, drew a base on balls; Lambert, after fouling one over the right field fence, sent a towering double into center sending “Lefty” home with the winning run. Schweppe drove in the 102

last run of the game on a single to right. Lambert, incidentally, scored the last run of the game, the last run of this highly suc­ cessful season, and the last run of his colorful collegiate career.

The playing field was in perfect condition, and the weather was nearly perfect. The entire group of inmates was massed along the right field line and very frequently gave the locals, as well as the umpires, generous pieces of their minds. Several Watertown fans followed the team to Waupun and certainly were treated to a thrilling battle.

Box score: State Prison Northwestern AB R H PO A E AB R H PO A E Cheval 3 4 0 0 2 0 1 Keibel 2 5 0 0 0 2 0 Harden cf 3 1 1 0 0 0 Hoffmann cf 3 1 2 0 0 0 Moncyznski 2 4 0 1 0 2 0 Schumann ss 4 0 0 2 2 0 Bergen ss 3 0 0 4 0 1 Lambert p 4 110 3 0 Westmoreland c 2 0 014 0 1 Kehrberg rf 4 113 0 0 Kurschnek If 4 0 0 0 0 0 Schweppe 1 3 0 2 11 0 0 Walczykowski rf 3 0 0 1 0 0 Wend land c 4 0 0 6 2 1 Kyle p 4 0 0 3 2 1 2 0 0 0 5 0 Hempel 3 Kordock 1 4 0 0 2 0 0 2 0 0 6 0 0 Peil If Summary: Two base hits—Kehrberg, Lambert, Moncyznski.

Base on balls -off Lambert 2, off Kyle 1. Strike outs—by Lam­ bert 6, by Kyle 14. Double play—Hempel to Schweppe.

As a conclusion to our highly successful season I record the following statistics: (Note. Since this edition went to press before June 4, I wish to remind you that the results of NWC — State Prison game are not included in the season’s averages.)

Individual Batting and Fielding Averages AB R H 2B 3B HR TB Pet. PO A E Pet. Hoffmann 23 11 11 4 1 0 17 .478 6 0 1 .857 Kehrberg 26 1 12 2 0 2 20 .462 3 1 01.000 Lambert 28 12 12 2 2 2 24 .429 3 10 2 .866 Wendland 28 6 10 1 1 1 16 .357 76 9 1 .989 Schweppe 28 9 8 1 0 0 9 .286 59 1 0 1.000 .273 8 11 6 .760 Wiedenmeyer 33 8 9 0 0 0 9 Schumann 22 7 6 1 0 1 10 .273 9 6 1 .938 Peil 12 4 3 0 0 0 3 .250 1 0 0 1.000 Hempel 30 10 7 0 1 1 12 . 233 4 11 2 . 882 Klages 16 4 3 0 0 0 3 .188 2 8 1 .909 Keibel 15 4 2 0 0 0 2 .133 7 8 0 1.000 Team Average .308 103

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TENNIS The NWC net men won their second match of the season when they defeated the Seminary team by a score of 5—1.

Haase, the local number one man, set back his opponent by winning two love sets. Capt. Weiss, by the way, was the only local who failed to win his match. All other singles contests were fairly evenly matched. Again the doubles teams chalked up two more victories. However, the Schaller-Kowalke combin­ ation was forced to the limit for a win.

The results: Haase (N) beat Toepel (S) 6—0, 4—6, 6—0.

Siegler (S) beat Weiss (N) 7—5, 6-4.

R. Schaller (N) beat Hinnenthal (S) 6—4, 6—4.

Kowalke (N) beat Sommers (S) 6—2, 6一3.

Haase-Koeninger (N) beat Siegler-Schwartz (S) 6— 2, 6—2.

Schaller-Kowalke (N) beat Toepel-Hinnenthal (S) 7 - 5，6-8, 6-3.

The local racqueteers continued their winning streak by blanking the Milton net men at Janesville, 6—0. The Goslings were so decidededly superior that they dropped only one set all afternoon.

The statistics: Haase (N) over Hull (M) 6—0, 6—1.

Weiss (N) overNagler (M) 6—1, 2—6, 6一2.

R. Schaller (N) over Matayoshi (M) 6—0, 6—1.

Kowalke (N) over Reinfried (M) 6—0, 6—3.

Weiss-Schaller (N) over Morgan-Airas (M) 6—1, 6—2.

Haase-Kowalke (N over Hull-Matayoshi (M) 7—5, 6—0.

On May 24 Northwestern played host to the conference tennis teams in order to decide the ’38 conference champions.

The tournament got under way at nine o’clock with contests being played on four courts. Elimin ations were finished by noon, and the semis and finals were played on the hard-surfaced courts on the campus Hulbert and Stephens, the only two Aurora entrants, were by far the pick of the lot. Stephens reached the finals with the loss of only six games in six sets; Hulbert, on the other hand, 104

had a trifle more difficulty but, nevertheless, gained the oppor­ tunity to meet his teammate in the finals. The latter, however, conceded the championship to Stephens.

The Goslings suffered a severe setback when Haase, Frosh ace, due to unforseen circumstances was unable to compete. A match between Stephens and Haase would have been something to watch with the possibility of victory equal for both men.

Now for our entries. Weiss was eliminated by Hulbert in the quarterfinals; Schaller reached the semis without meeting any stiff competition but was decisively trounced by Stephens, the champ.

The Goslings’ doubles combination consisting of Kowalke and Neubauer waded through all opposition and were crowned victors after winning a hectic match from the Aurora combi­ nation 6—4, 8—6. The fact that the locals had new men in the doubles events assured them of victory, for both Aurora lads were tiring rapidly in the last set of the final match.

Final results on the basis of one point for each match won gave Aurora eight and NWC five. Milton followed with two; Mission, with one; and the Engineers and Miners were at the bottom with zero.

The pairings and results of the tournament follow: [Note: A—Aurora. N—Northwestern. M—Milton. MH— Mission House. E—Engineers. P—Platteville.

Sauerwein (MH) Libman (E) Nagler (M) Burris (P) Hulbert (A) Weiss (N)

Sauerwein (MH) 6—3, 6—3 Nagler (M) Bye 6—2, 6—2 Hulbert (A) 6-0, 6-2 Hulbert (A) Bye 6-0, 6-3

Hulbert (A) 6-4, 6-1

Hulbert Schaller (N) ceded to 6-0, 6-1 Schaller (N) Stephens 6—0, 6—0 Bye Stephens (A) Stephens (A) 6—0, 6—1 Stephens (A) 6—0, 6—4 6-0, 6—1 Bye Stephens-Hulbert (A) Bye Stephens-Hulbert (A) Moore-Dobbin (E) 6—3, 6—2 Morgan-Nagler (M) Morgan-Nagler (M) Kowalke — 6—2, 6—0 Grace-Elliot (MH) Neubauer (N) Kowalke-Neubauer (N) Kovvalke-Neubauer 6—1, 6—1 Kowalkee, Nubauer (N) 6—4, 8—6 Burris-Priebe (P) Bye 6-1, 6—4

Morgan (M) Schaller (N) Elliot (MH) Priebe (P) Stephens (A) Dobbins (E)

The Goslings motored to Thiensville and trounced the Seminary net men 6-Q. Again the locals showed their superi­ ority by dropping only two sets during the play.

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The results: 6—2, 8—6 Haase (N) beat Schwartz (S) 4—6 6—2, 6—3 Weiss (N) beat Siegler (S) 6-2, 6-4 Schaller (N) beat Schuetze (S) 7-5, 9-7 Neubauer (N) beat Hinnenthal (S) Haase-Kowalke (N) beat Sydow-Scwartz(S) 6—2, 6—3 Weiss-Schaller (N) beatSiegler-Schuetze(S) 0-6, 6-4, 6-4.

In the classroom the Professor is usually superior to the student, but on Whitmonday the Gosling’s tennis team proved to the student body that the Faculty merely rates on a par with them, when they tied their suprisingly powerful opponentst 3-3.

Haase had by far the toughest match of the season’s play with Prof. Eickmann. After tying the count, Haase stepped out in front and finally downed the rapidly tiring Professor..

The doubles’ competition saw the Gosling lose their first match of the season. Luckily no outsider showed enough skill to turn the trick.

The results: Haase [N] over Eickmann [F] 3-6, 6 4, 6-1 6~3, 2—6，6—4 Raabe [F] over Weiss [N] Binhammer [F] over Schaller [N] 6~3, 6-4 Neubauer [N] over Gensmer [F] 6-0, 6-1 Eickmann and Raabe [F] over Haase and Kowalke [N] 6-4, 6-1 Weiss-Schaller [N] over Binhammer-Gensmer [F] 6—0, 6—1 The Goslings close a victorious season by playing the power­ ful Watertown City team on June 12. Only Neubauer will be lost from this year’s championship team. 氺

KITTENBALL The Seniors, long shots according to the preseason books, led by their slugging captain, Shorty Schabow, and by the trusty right arms of pitchers “Edna” Becker and “Zipper” Zimmermaim proved to be the class the intramural league. After the first game they were never removed from the number one slot.

However, the title was not definitely decided until the last games were played. The Graduates were in for sure, but a loss for them and a win for the Sophs would have produced a first place tie. As it was, the Senior sluggers pounced on Kuehl, Frosh ace, for three runs in the last inning just enough to swing the tide of battle their way and assure them of an undisputed championship. Meanwhile the Sophs stayed in the second berth by pouring it on the Juniors, the cellar champs of the league.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— Thoughts......................

The Preludes of a Poet.

While The City Sleeps..

A Bon Voyage..............

Brine Man.....................

“Your Word of Honor”

108 109 111 112 116 118

EDITORIALS— A Helpful Delusion Whither America...

Training.................

Vacations...............

CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM ALUMNI NOTES...................

ATHLETICS...........................

120 121 123 124 126 128 130

r丫 THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII.

Watertown, Wis., Sept. 1938

Number 4

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March 3. 1870. Published monthly. Su bscri ption. One Dollar.

THOUGHTS S.

It has been found expedient to settle the question whether the vibrations of classical or of non-classical music are more able to produce a felicitous vibration in the nerves of the brain by leaving the question unsettled—that is by leaving it to the individual opinion and appealing to a few words of Latin as authority for this procedure. Whether now and then some blooming connoisseur may have entertained a derogatory thought de gustibus aliorum I do not know, but it is highly probable.

I like thee not, Sabidius. But why?

I like thee not—that’s all I can reply.

Very probably most of our mental activity in regard to forming a conclusion comes after the conclusion has been made and is an attempt, more or less successful, to justify a previous conclusion which coincides with our own desires, or what we may find to be expedient. It is possible logically to defend almost any course of action, and a little enlarging of the scope 108

of the activities not opposed to the best ethics is done easily enough by adopting or producing a few corallaries. Sometimes it seems to me that as penetrating a definition of the mental process as I have yet seen is this: ‘‘Thinking—a rearrange­ ment of our prejudices.”

To say that when we judge—or attempt to judge—we are almost inescapably affected by our prejudices is, in this day and age, a platitude. Furthermore, it is generally assumed that their annihilation would be another benefit to the human race.

Every prejudice is ultimately a submission to our instincts. A.n instinct is a device of nature for the protection of the species.

Without our prejudices we would practically cease to exist as individuals. A world wherein everyone weighed his every act with the intelligent impartiality of automatons would be as colorless and uninteresting a world as one wherein everyone was good.

Life always and inevitably contains an element of suffering and struggle. But struggle is not necessarily evil. It forces a man to exert his powers to their fullest. It is always a safe­ guard against ennui and taedium vitae. The struggle usually concerns itself with the effort to beat someone else to it, to get the job away from him, or to hold it against him. The desire to surpass one’s neighbor is common to any field of endeavor.

Poor Diophon of envy died, His brother thief to see Nailed next to him and crucified Upon a higher tree.

The greater our prejudices are, the more intense will be our effort when we are engaged in The Strife which is inevitable.

If it is true that the more intense the effort we put into a thing, the more results we will derive, it should also follow that what­ ever intensifies that effort is a useful thing.

THE PRELUDES OF A POET Ralph Gehrkc

In the quiet monastery of Valdemoso, in the same halls where chanting monks had passed long before, soft music swelled again. Almost seven centuries had passed and now a romanticist sought the rest of a quiet life in the same cool cells.

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cobblestones and unsympathetic throngs to live alone with his music. There he conceived some of the Preludes, which do much to acclaim him the Poet of the Piano.

Chopin was a weary Pole, whose dream of a restored Poland had just been crushed by the fresh assaults of the cruel Cossacks. His delicate nature would never permit even the the thought of going out unaccompanied or without white gloves. Even his compositions had as their realm the salon, not the concert hall. When this frail artist played there, very few of the ladies could help sympathizing with him and his beautiful music. Madame Sand was one of his most ardent admirers and it was she who suggested this quiet retreat in the Balearic Islands.

There Chopin selected and polished some of the Preludes.

When he played them, his delicate fingers seemed “to glide in a fairy-like way over the keys.” He played as he felt; he was a “man of moods,” sometimes gay and then again so pessi­ mistic and doleful that Madame Sand thought the shades of the dead monks seemed to rise and pass before her in a solemn and gloomy funeral. Some of the preludes are so delicate that the omission of a single note would ruin the entire thought, yet on the other hand very seldom does Chopin’s idea overflow the form. A singing melody, which is often blended with a 'sha­ dowy background’ continues through most of the Preludes. In Chopin’s hands the piano was not merely a percussion instru­ ment but it became almost a part of him.

One evening during the stay at Valdemoso, Chopin had been left alone—a thing which horrified him. George Sand and her son had been delayed in their daily walk by a sudden thunder shower and when they returned to the monastery, they could hear Chopin’s melancholy music. They paused in the hall not daring to disturb him. There, through the open door they saw him seated at the piano playing a simple prelude一the doleful one in B minor. They could hear a steady figure all through the composition as of dripping raindrops. The melody would soar only to sink again gradually down into deepest des­ pair until at the end it became inaudible and only the soft drip­ ping of the raindrops remained. Chopin had just poured out his soul, but when he became aware of the listeners, uttering a cry he arose and stared at the storm-beaten pair. “Ah! I knew 110

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well that you were dead!” He had been playing, dreaming “that he saw himself drowned in a lake’’ and then he could feel the heavy cold drops of water falling at regular intervals on his green grave. It is no wonder that this Prelude has been called the Raindrop Prelude.

So, all of his Preludes are sheaves of poet moods, some melancholy, some gay. In Chopin we do not find the dynamic force of a Beethoven or the ponderous weight of a Brahms, but rather a Romanticist, who had to suffer in an unromatic world where music alone offered him lasting contentment. Is it a wonder that the preludes of such a poetic soul are called the “Preludes of a Poet”？ WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS G. F.

Night fascinates me. Especially intriguing are the hours which precede the dawn — those betwiching, somewhat eerie hours when all activity has reached nearly a complete standstill.

With two companions, whom we shall call the first and the second, I ventured forth one morning to see what Watertown has to offer in the line of excitement at four A. M. Somebody must provide roosters with advance information on the proximi­ ty of the dawn. For although complete darkness still prevailed, they were already announcing the approach of the new day.

Conversation didn’t seem to flow very freely that chilly morning. Since we hadn’t gone to bed that night, we were just a little sleepy. Seeing someone riding a bicycle I remarked, It’s rather early for the newsboys to be out, isn’t it ?’’

“That’s no newsboy,” corrected the first. “That’s some fellow who works nights going home.’’

“I don’t envy him — working nights I mean. Do you ?’’

I asked of the second.

“Unh-uh,” he mumbled half-heartedly.

One building stood out among the rest because its lights were on. “Why are the lights on in that building,” I wondered.

“That’s a bakery. How do you suppose you’d get fresh bread if they didn’t bake early in the morning?” I was in­ formed by the first.

“I s’pose so,” said the sleepy second.

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trailer trucks drawn up at the curb. Their drivers were asleep and the motors were idling slowly.

Those poor fellows lead a dog’s life, don’t they ?n I re­ marked, seeking to bolster up the lagging conversation. “They drive all day and then they have to sleep cramped up like that.

I should think the trucks would be equipped with sleeper cabs.’’

"Huh? Yeh,，sfunny.”

The only person we saw on the streets was the night cop making his rounds.

We went into a restaurant and ordered hamburgers and coffee. The proprietor, usually quite talkative, didn’t have much to say.

“You want ketchup?” he asked.

“Yes, thanks,” I said.

“Have you some mustard V1 asked the first.

We finished the coffee and started back for the dormitory.

'4Well, this has been quite a night, hasn’t it?” said I. “Most enjoyable. Do you think you’ll be able to stay awake in classes tomorrow ?” «« Huh? Unh—uh.”

A BON VOYAGE Ito.rnard Kuschcl

“School education is the education one must learn; Travel education is the education one cannot forget.”

Having written my final examinations, and having com­ pleted all arrangements to spend a summer in Germany, on the evening of May twenty-sixth I suddently realized that I was riding on a speedy train to New York, determined to reach the piers in time to board the Bremen, which was to leave for Germany May twenty-eighth.

Twenty hours on a train gives one ample opportunity to become acquainted with many people. Occasionally I found people who were very surprised to learn that I would attempt to make a trip to Germany all alone, especially since there were many political turmoils.

My summer in Germany was to serve a different purpose from that of most travelers. I did not journey there to see Europe, but rather to study the German language and people.

I，therefore, determined to speak nothing but German as soon as I set foot on board the ship.

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The stewards on these German liners are, of course, Germans, and can speak very little English. “Ah,” I thought, ‘•surely I should be able to master a speaking knowledge of the language even before I reach Germany.” One saw many other German people boarding the ship. What an atmosphere this this would create to induce one to learn the language! As I saw these different people entering the ship, heard them speak their language, and met the stewards of the ship, I soon felt that I already was standing on German soil. But that was just where I was mistaken. Soon a husky lad bounced into my cabin. Being determined to keep my resolution, I quickly decided that I should get one step ahead of him and speak the first words of greeting. “Guten Tag! Koennen Sie auch Deutsch sprechen?’’ I，however, was greeted with a piercing look and words that nearly made me want to forget every German word I had ever known: "What the---- ! Can’t you talk anything but German?

What kind of roommates do they give a fellow on these ---- German liners!”

I soon learned that Ray was an engineer from Brooklyn, and was planing on spending two months in Irland. The first lesson I had learned — never use the German language as a means of communication when addressing Ray. We soon had our cabin in order and then ran up on the deck to watch the boat pull out from the pier. One notices facial expressions both of joy and sadness as preparations are being made to leave. Some parents from Germany had visited their sons and daughters and were waving farewell to their loved ones, not knowing whether they would ever see them again. Others journeying to Europe to attend summer school sessions or to visit also waved adieu to friends, relatives, and sweethearts standing on the pier. At twelve o’clock that night the huge steamer left the dock, and slowly moved toward the ocean.

For me nothing is more interesting than the study of different characters. There is ample opportunity on a ship to find such a study more than interesting. People from many different countries travel together on these boats and find that speaking with different people is a very important means of amusement.

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Next I was to meet my table companions. “Guten Tag! Wo kommen Sie her?” Very politely I was informed that my friends were from Italy and Sweden. They could understand English if I spoke very distinctly, and occasionally used ges­ tures. I soon was able to interpret a different kind of English from that which I had learned in America, and after a meal or two we managed to hold very interesting conversations. My progress in German, however, was just another thing.

The days on the sea are wonderful. One may rest, read, dance, lazily lie in the sun. The most popular amusement among the younger people is the “Deck Date.” If the weather is favorable, I don’t know of anything more romantic that a ride on the ocean. Slowly gliding over the water of a dark blue hue, entirely surrounded by these folds of water, with a beautiful moon and a clear sky above, is an experience one can not forget.

Some people, of course, were not able to participate in all these amusements, for the journey had done something peculiar to them. I shall not try to explain the term “Seasickness,” because it effects different people in different manners. To prevent the disease some people had also drunk too much alcohol and had different troubles. The first day we were on ship the stewards deemed it very necessary to explain, espec­ ially to those who did not understand German, how and when to use the bowls over which was written, “Fuer Seekranke.”

Ray and I struck up a real friendship, and soon we had been through most places on the ship. He had a way with the stewards and even the sign “Kein Zutritt” did little to prevent us from getting around.

Because of favorable weather conditions, we had a speedy voyage, and reached Cherbourg in five days. A little later we were sailing the English channel. On this particular day, just as the sun was setting we were sailing through the narrowest part of the channel. The green water flowing through the channel, and the fact that one is able to see either shore just as the sun drops behind the horizon is just another scene one can not forget.

This very same evening the farewell party was held on the boat. People who had struck up friendships during these five days took advantage of the last evening they were to spend to­ gether and made the party very joyous.、 114

As we entered the Bremen harbor, a large band greeted us, and all Germans on the boat expressed their joy at again seeing their dear fatherland by songs and shouts. Here was another pleasant meeting. People who had friends or relatives waiting for them on the pier simply could not get off the ship soon enough. Shaking and jumping at the sight of their friends, it seemed that nothing would have been able to hold them in the boat a minute longer.

One’s first impression of Germany is wonderful. Many men are dressed in smart looking uniforms, and all people do their best to make one feel welcome.

I soon learned, however, that my manner of addressing people was not correct. I used exclusively, “Guten Tag!”，but was always answered with the words, “Heil Hitler!” What did this mean? When I reached Bremen, I soon found an ex­ planation in large letters printed on a poster in a depot: “Heil Hitler!”

So gruesz beim Kommen und beim Gehen!

Nicht: "GutenTag!” "Aufwiedersehen!” .

Der deutsche Mensch in Deutschland grueszt Stolz mit Herz und Mund und Hand: Heil Hitler!”

On my journey from Bremen to Berlin, I was asked what I thought of the coming Louis and Schmeling- battle. After ex­ pressing my opinion, I was told that I was just like the rest the Americans, and had a door slammed in my face.

Immediately I observed how sympathetic and “Gastfreundlich’’ the German people are. One can not help making this observation. When we neared Berlin, I was asked where I was to stay over night. After informing the lady I met on the train that I had serious intentions of journeying to Zehldorf, she told me that it would be too difficult for me to find through the large city at that time of the night, and asked if I wouldn’t be her guest. I didn’t like to refuse, but since I knew the students were awaiting my arrival, I decided to go to the dor­ mitory. This lady, however, saw to it that I entered the right bus and informed the conductor that I was an American, and a〒ked him to help me make transfers. I only regretted that I did not have an opportunity to express my appreciation to this kind old person.

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Early the next morning I was waked by one of the students and informed that I was to go to the police department as soon as possible to announce my arrival. One is asked to do this at every city in which one stays over night. Finally, however, all registrations and arrangements had been made for an inter­ esting three-month visit.

BRINE MAN Louis E. Pingel

"We don’t need two men strapping on the glass line. You come along; you’re going to cook soup.” With these words be­ gan a month of adventure in the brineroom for me. Thirty days in sweltering heat, with the merry hiss of steam, the swish of the water in the kettles, and the impatient knocking of the filler man on the brine pipe downstairs, ringing in my ears.

I was transferred to the liquor chamber during the bean pack and made soup for beets and corn from then on until school started. “There’s nothing to it,” I was told. “You measure out your salt and sugar, dump it into a tankful of water, and keep it boiling hot, that’s all.” The beets which were canned in glass had to have enough vinegar in the brine to cut the sweetness, that is, they were slightly pickled. While one batch of brine was going down, I trudged out to the barn after vinegar with a pail or the little brown jug. Six gallons were necessary for each kettleful of brine.

When a load of beans was to be canned in glass, I had to remove the traces of vinegar from the kettles. Boiling water to which was'added a package of baking soda did a good job of cleaning. If I was a little late in getting the kettles clean and the next batch of brine on its way, the filler operator was promptly upstairs demanding his fluid, adding the encouraging words that the beans were piled up and that he was all set to can long ago. At such times I was rushed a bit.

For corn the same substances, salt and sugar were used, only in large quantities. Over two hundred pounds of sugar and almost fifty pounds of salt went into every kettleful. Now I had to swing the sugar bags, for we used over thirty bags a day. Last year, due to a lack of rain which made the corn much harder, the brine man used seventy-four bags of sugar in an eighteen hour day because so much more brine was required.

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Secretly I rejoiced that we had had sufficient rainfall during the corn-growing season this year.

While I was busy outside of the brine room, the kettles seemed to take a delight in boiling over. We had to keep this brine as hot as possible and therefore kept the steam turned on most of the time. When the brine got too hot it splashed out, and on my hasty return, I found the room clouded up with steam. Finally I obtained an assistant who helped weigh out sugar and salt and above all ably kept the kettles from boiling over. I was able to keep two kettles going- for cream-style corn, but when we had to make brine for whole kernel corn, I had to have a permanent assistant.

To get all the kettles going required almost seven hundred pounds of sugar, and keeping them going soon used up all the sugar we had upstairs. We usually were able to get the warehouse boys to carry up from twenty-five to fifty bags for us. It was dangerous to bring up many more bags because the floor was liable to collapse under the weight of a thousand pounds.

Ten or fifteen bags of salt lasted several days, but we were always concerned about sugar.

This work around the building cauldrons made quite an im­ pression on me. Nights I awoke from slumber, and even now I still do, imagining there is someone downstairs beating on the pipe for more brine. I immediately think the kettles are empty or are boiling over. It takes me several moments before I come to, and remember that I’m in bed and haven’t gone to sleep on the sugar bags at midnight. While strapping cans we used to be able to wait until the whistle blew and leave the house at the summoning sound. But if we waited for the whistle and then come to make brine we were a half-hour late.

It requires at least thirty minutes beforehand to get things ready. Another thing to be kept in mind was that an inspector might come in at any time. Consequently fifteen or twenty minutes spent in cleaning the kettles and brine room after each day’s canning were well spent. We picked up an extra hour a day by coming early in the morning and cleaning up at night.

I enjoyed that month making brine very much, even though there were days when I would have rather been anywhere else.

After about nine months in school however it wouldn’t take much persuading to get me to cook brine for another canning season.

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‘‘YOUR WORD OF HONOR，， E. Keibel

Midnight, September 15, was the deadline for all literary masterpieces if they were to be published in the September issue of The Black and Red. That was all well and good—there was still a day or so remaining provided I did decide to transfer some of my superfluous knowledge to paper and submit my masterpiece to Mr. Editor & Co. However, as recess-time of the fourteenth approached, I fell victim to the pangs of hunger, and had already decided to spend some spare nickels to satisfy my desires, when a staff member (as was to be expected) offered to ‘‘set me up” if I would have an article ready by midnight of the same day (Sep­ tember issues are very lean you know). I promised in a sort of haphazard manner, but it seemed my promise wasn’t quite satisfactory to him. The outcome—he: *‘Your word of honor?’’

I: “My word of honor•” The remainder of the morning, the noon-hour, and after­ noon had vanished before I really began to take my assignment seriously. But as another hour passed I was becoming a bit worried. Ideas for topics were slow, oh, so slow in coming, and after what seemed an eternity of perplexity and doubt, whatever ideas did enter my mind were rejected. Yes, I could feel myself slipping, and rapidly at that. Was it possible that the long vacation could so have dulled my senses as to render them incapable of conceiving just one desirable and suit­ able topic. No! no! no!! no! — that just couldn’t be possible!

Then suddenly — an idea with great possibilities, if — but no! — it had been used too much already. Rack my brain as I would, it was useless. Not even the threat of besmirched honor could rouse me from my mental lethargy. The answer was fast becoming simple — I had simply lost my “touch.”

It was getting fairly well along in the evening and I could already see the handwriting on the wall when my nemesis, the staff member, found me in my retreat and asked me how I was progressing .with my article. I told him. “Well,” he said “you’d better find something in a hurry—- you gave me your word of honor, you know.” And then he was gone.

What to make of that. No relenting there, I surmised.

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And the cruel manner in which he spoke those last words—yes, there was no alternative, I simply had to get started ! But as I mulled over those words it occurred to me that failure on my part would result in—what ? Loss of honor ? Let me see. How did Antony express his thought of honor ? Yes, that was it: "If I lose mine honor “I lose myself.” Shakespeare. Antony and Cleopatra. Act Hi Sc. iv 1.20 And in the same train of thought I could recall Lovelace’s fa­ mous lines: “I could not love thee dear, so much, ‘‘Loved I not honour more.”

To Antony to uphold his honor seemed to be highest ideal worth striving for in life. Lovelace too, it seemed, placed honor far above any other desirable thing in this world. In comparison to these mighty idealizations of that thing called “honor” my plight, I thought, was so insignificant. Surely my honor could not be completely lost even though I were to fail.

But was I to fail ? No! For now at long last, like a bolt of lightning it descended on me 一 that inspiration for which I had been waiting, that inspiration without which I could not even hope to begin, that inspiration without which my literary ac­ complishments for the fourteenth of September would have been nil, and without which my honor would have been be­ smirched — or would it ?

Ah, thou muse of inspiration Thou didst save me so much perspiration How, when in the balance hung my honor.

And thanks, my lamp, of oil wast thou the donor.

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A Helpful Delusion............

EMEMBER that book you had always wanted to read and never got around to ? Remember how much you heard of it? Perhaps it even was a classic and one no educated person should admit having neglected. Remember the announcements you read in the newspapers, in the store windows, nearly every place you looked, that in a short time, perhaps a few weeks, you would at last attain your ambition ? The local theater was going to offer you that opportunity. In two weeks your story would appear on the screen, the characters of the story portrayed by some of America’s most famous actors and actresses. Perhaps it might even be in technicolor. What a break for a lazy man! Now you could see and hear in less than two hours what it might have taken you days to read.

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only would you further your education, but have an enjoyable evening besides.

Remember how you left the theater that evening ? You had really accomplished something. The picture was certainly worth very much more than the price of admission. You had acquired something to keep a lifetime. You would be able to take your place in the discussion on worth-while literature. At least you could bide your time until the topic of conversation rolled around to your field of knowledge.

But remember the first time you were present at such a discussion ? Something was wrong. You never heard or saw that certain character. That wasn’t the way the story you knew ended. The characters you heard spoken of had pro­ duced a much different picture in your mind.

Within a short time, no doubt, you had the original classic in your hands and sought a solution to the mystery. You might even have read the entire book, and, although you didn’t real­ ize it at the time, you had taken another step in the interest of your education. A bit confused and hurt you perhaps saw the light to the mystery. Basically the two stories were the same with most of the setting and characters alike. But the story you had seen had been altered from the original. The original, written probably decades ago with no dream (of the author) that it might be reproduced on the screen, could probably not be reproduced. And then could the lengthy conversations and descriptions so essential to a printed page keep an audience from being bored to death ? A bit of love-interest or a blood­ raising battle had to be added—where none was mentioned, but where one was not altogether impossible—to keep the thrill­ seeking audience on the edge of its seat.

Thus you were somewhat deluded. On the other hand you have seen a picture that was a good deal better than the ordin­ ary run, and besides, your scholarly interest has got the best of you and you have taken an important step in the interest of your education.

J. V. Whither America ? organism passes through three life stages—growth, EVERY maturity, and decline, ending in death. So it is with a state. There is a period during which it is young and healthy, 121

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Now the question is, Has Amarica reached that third stage?

Is it on the down grade ? Let us consider the facts.

Our nation has apparently reached the limit of its terri­ torial expansion. We have no more frontiers to push out. That is always a sign that a nation has passed its stage of growth.

As long as Rome was expanding, it remained healthy internally.

There is not an actual decrease in population in America, but the rate of increase has been falling off rapidly. If this trend continues, it will be but a few decades before our popula­ tion will be decreasing. We see how Rome in its declining days strove by legislation to increase its population, but in vain.

When the pebble is loosened and the avalanche started, there is no stopping it. It must be allowed to run its course.

Our economic structure has also gone awry. Though the United States is the wealthiest nation in the world, in total, as well as per capita wealth, there are millions who have not the bare necessities of life. All this vast wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few, who use it to sqeeze still more out of the pockets of the less rich. The economically unfit or dependent have become the tools of professional politicians who exploit them to fill their own pockets.

But why has such a condition arisen ? Because, as a result of a marvelous efflorescence of inventions and improvements in the last half century, our methods of production have advanced apace, until it no longer requires the labor of all able-bodied persons to produce the wealth we need for a normal consumption. Because our methods of distribution have not kept pace with those of production, these unemployed must go without the daily necessities of life, which are on hand in overabundance.

As idleness ever breeds discontent, so this idle and hungry army swells the ranks of criminals. Prisons can no longer hold all the law-breakers. How long will it be before the mob rises in united and open revolt against such conditions, as it did in the days of Rome or in â&#x20AC;&#x2122;89.

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The result is wholesale relief, direct and indirect, attempts to regulate industry, control prices, etc. But will this help ?

This paternalistic attitude of government is in itself harm­ ful. While our legislators in Washington add bureau to bureau and commission to commission in an effort to do something about the dire situation, the number of persons who are able to pay taxes is decreasing. So, in spite of additional taxes of every description, our national debt has more than doubled in the past decade until it nearly exceeds the total assessed valuation of all the wealth in our land. Can it ever be repaid ?

America is just beginning to develop a culture of its own — another sigh that we have reached the peak of our civilization.

For it is a fact that a culture does not develop until a nation has reached that stage where there are large accumulations of wealth.

Other indications of decline might be discussed, such as the increase in tenant farming, the mounting divorce rate, the advent of professionalism in pastimes and sports, and the de­ crease in international trade.

History shows how these or similiar conditions in the past resulted in rapid decline and ultimate ruin for other great nations. The question is, Can America find its feet again ? Will some new invention or radical change in governmental policy, some economic or political readjustment, give our commonwealth a rebirth, or are we sinking slowly but surely into the mire of disintegration and oblivion ?

F. E. P. Training................

NE of the most important characteristics of the develop­ 0 ment of intercollegiate and intercholastic athletics is the rapidly increasing importance of systematic training of candi­ dates for varsity teams. A complete system of training cornprises three parts: coaching, medical supervision, and a train­ ing table.

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is a man of sterling character who knows how to teach the game. He should have the ability to judge the amount of work and rest his players require. A football coach, for instance, knows better than to let his players batter themselves into insensibility. He constantly keeps the aim of athletics in mind: namely, the education and development of the individual. There­ fore, the success of a coach should not be judged in games won or lost.

The medical supervision of students going out for varsity teams should not be passed over lightly. Every candidate should be required to pass a physical examination. A physician might also be employed to co-operate with the coaches in re­ gulating the amount of training. When weak and organically unsound young men indulge in too strenuous exercise, serious consequences result. They unconsciously ruin themselves.

Educational institutions should provide adequate medical super­ vision in athletic training.

We know that our body is influenced by our diet. To bring athletes to the highest point of efficiency, a special diet system has been inaugurated by the larger universities; as a substitute for the training table, however, each player is asked to use the utmost care in the selection of his food.

The old Greek athletes knew the importance of training.

College athletes also feel the value of it. In conclusion allow me to state that every man who expects to be a candidate for the varsity should train seriously. The Athletic Board at NWC has formulated a very lax set of training rules. Of course, to many keeping training will be a drudge. However, it is for every individual’s welfare. The team that trains, the team with the most stamina wins. A person, therefore, having the welfare of his team in mind, will consider training a duty.

S. Vacations................

Another September has come around, and with it the perennial reopening of schools everywhere. Trifling as it may seem, this is a matter of great importance, when we consider, that over 30,000,000 persons in the United States are affected by this action. For these 30,000,000 people a new leaf has been prepared; they are being placed upon a higher step in their struggle for the academic goal.

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At this time too, we generally hear arguments pro and con about that old, old, question, the length of vacations. Should we have such a single exceedingly long period of free time as we now have or should we have shorter periods and more of them, is the gist of the arguments. The majority seem to favor the longer period, but closer examination of this system brings out many shortcomings.

To begin with, let us look at the vacation period itself.

Someone has said that the best part of it is the thinking about it. The greatest number of students as a rule do a lot of mental planning in the last weeks of the school year, and yet when the time comes to act, something generally turns up, mostly their own laziness, and wrecks this well laid-out summer. After all, two and a half to three months is a long time, much more time than is necessary to accomplish its purpose, the refreshing of our minds. In this period of change and frequent idleness, the cobwebs at first are brushed away from a tired mind, but after a time new and heavier ones are formed. Continued disuse makes a mind dull and greatly reduces its effectiveness.

Then again, after the first few days of our long vacation, we generally get the urge to return to the routine of school work, to the familiar social circle with its many pleasures.

Later on our attitude changes until the new thought of school becomes loathsome.

Furthermore, a long vacation doesn’t make for efficiency.

What sort of business man would that be who would think of letting his work hang fire for about two and a half months.

The loss of contact would most likely mean a loss of dollars for him. It’s the same way with the student. The long period of absence from work requires a bit of reviewing in order to bring the various thoughts out of the haze, and every bit of time spent in reviewing work previously done takes away from the time still left for new work.

Then too, once school has started again, the fellows usually have a case of “September Blues,” a malady which afflicts those who look behind at those last few enjoyable weeks and then sadly turn their eyes ahead to an almost unbroken nine and a half months. For the first few weeks they mull around, while they gradually reorientate themselves to their lot. Here again we see a definite loss of efficiency.

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P We can’t criticize a system however, without offering something which we think is more suitable. Just what should take the place of the single vacation period ? The best proposal no doubt would be shorter, but more frequent absences from school. These would give the student something more to look forward to than one long, steady grind. The work would be­ come more efficient, since needless repetition would be avoided.

Vacations would then serve their true purpose, the refreshing of the mind, without going to the other extreme of dulling it.

Students unencumbered by such an annoyance as “September Blues’’，would get more done, and as a consequence, courses could be shortened considerably.

R. Krause

Campus and Classroom After a summer of playing nurse-maid to a machine in a canning factory we have returned to recover from the intel­ lectual anemia which has seized upon us in the course of the last months. Being in this more or less mentally impoverished state, we have looked about for information from reliable authorities to assist us in writing this column. James William Foley, in a verse titled Technique, outlines his method of pro­ cedure : I take a little bunch of words and set ’em in a row; I take a little bit of ink and mark ’em down just so.

Similarly Don Marquis in his On the Ease of Column Writing (?) writes : Webster has the words and I Pick them up from where they lie, Twist and turn them one by one And give them places in the sun.

By following these suggestions literally, we are bound to produce rather unintelligible results, but then, things which people don’t understand always cause a sensation. So, surrounded by all manner of dictionaries, lexica, and thesauri, we proceed to concoct a bit of bombast to pad the usually sickly-looking Septem­ ber issue of the B and R. One summer in Europe seems to have been enough to instill into the mind of Kamerad Kuschel a thorough-going dictatorial and somewhat communistic attitude. We are perfectly willing 126

to listen to his opinions on the subject, but we think he is carrying things too far in making use of his authority as President of the Athletic Board as a means of forcing the students to bring their girl-friends to all athletic events of our institution simply because, as he says, ‘‘We all want to meet them!” Such practices may be condoned in Der Vaterland, but we at NWC will have no dictator, be he Barney Kuschel or any other, manage our personal and private affairs.

Flash! According to 0. Tanglefoot Schlenner it is now fashionable to barely sleep at night.

A Midsummer Night’s Nonsense (A. Laper)

To a bundle of grain said the hay half cocked, “If I’d set you up, I suppose you’d be shocked.” 本本

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A new college record has been set by R. Schaller, who claims the distinction of being the only student to wear the same shirt for exactly seven consecutive days. Certain individuals, jealous of Schaller’s accomplishment, have attempted to detract from his glory insofar that they claim that the whole affair was unintentional, being forced upon him by the delayed arrival of his trunk. Since we however feel we must give credit where it is due, we accord to Schaller full measure of praise for his remarkable endurance. Upon being asked to make a statement for this paper, Schaller aptly replied, “Ich hab’ es getragen sieben Tag’, und ich kann es nicht tragen mehr.”

Great Poetry • As it Might Have Been Written (by Louis Pingel)

Stephen Foster Improved All the world is sad and dreary Everywhere I roam, Oh darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the Old Folks Home.

Old Black Joe ?

Down in the cornfield Hear that mournful sound.

All the darkies am aweeping; Louis out in half a round!

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Correction, Mr. Longfellow Beneath the spreading chestnut tree The village smith is sitting down.

The smith, an idle man is he; He’s living in a one-horse town.

Since this column will undoubtedly henceforth be shorter than usual, we beg_ leave to offer the explanation. Our one never-failing source of material, “Jarring Jerry” Schmelzer, has upped and left us. No longer will the accounts of his inimitable antis appear in these pages to delight our readers. Yet, al­ though for this and other reasons we shall miss him, we realize that our loss is New Ulm’s gain. We are thankful for still having in our midst men like Lehninger and Tabbert who are fully capable of carrying on in Schmelzer’s shoes.

Cornelius Trapp, ’31，and Gerald Martin, ’29, both of Lutheran High School, Milwaukee, attended the University of Wisconsin at Madison the past summer.

Ruth Luebke, daughter of William F. Luebke, 703, has been awarded the Woolley Fellowship in Sculpture at the U. of Denver for the year 1938—1939. She will continue to study in Paris under Despiau.

Hilmar C. Krueger, *25, of Milwaukee, Wis. sends us the following: “At the Milwaukee Center of the University of Wisconsin I have been made advisor to men and chairman of guidance and counselling work. During the second semester of the coming year I will be on leave to get ready for publication another notarial cartulary of twelfth-century Genoa. In collaboration with Professor Reynolds of the University of Wisconsin I published three volumes on similar cartularies this summer.

During this summer I was again teaching at the University of Michigan, giving work in Economic and Social History of the Middle Ages and a proseminar in The Renaissance.”

Pastor and Mrs. 0. W. Heier, Summit, So. Dak. report the birth of Marilyn Ruth on August 30th. Pastor Heier graduated from Northwern in 1932, his wife (nee Clara Mehlberg) from Dr. Martin Luther College at New Ulm the same year.

Prof. H. C. Oswald, ’29，of Mobridge Lutheran Academy has accepted a call to replace the late Prof. Herrmann at North­ western College.

George Barthels, ’35, has accepted a call as assistant pastor at Two Rivers, Wis., to replace Rev. Albert Bussewitz, ’34 who is attending the University of Wisconsin.

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Rev. Edwin Hertler, ’ll, La Crescent, Minn, spent his summer vacation in Saline, Michigan.

The twenty-fifth anniversary of his entering the ministry was celebrated by Rev. F. W. Loeper, ’10, Whitewater, Wis. Luther Schliesser, ’32, has become a student missionary at Champaign, 111. His former position at Bethesda Home in Wa­ tertown, Wis., has been filled by Lester Groth，’35.

Waldemar Zarling，’35，has accepted a call as assistant pastor and teacher at Arlington, Minn.

Erwin Schroeder,，35, has taken a position as instructor at Bethany College, Mankato, Minn.

Armin Schultz, *32, formerly tutor at Saginaw, Mich, has replaced E. J. Berg as Professor. As tutor in Professor Schultz’s stead Conrad Frey, ’35, has been called.

Miss Evelyn Schroeder, ’27, has taken a position as teacher in the public High School at Markesan, Wis. The following changes in address have been reported: Rev. Otto Engel, *31, from Bruce to Richwood, Wis.; Rev. Siegfried Fenske, *30, from Mercer to Bruce, Wis.; Rev. R. Kaschinske ’32, from Hartford to Greenwood, Mich.; Rev. Roland Hillemann, *25, from Plum City to Ixonia, Wis. Rev. J. H. Paustian, ’00，West Salem, Wis. conducted • at the 50th anniversary celebration of Rev. J. Klingservices mann in Watertown, Wis. Nathaniel Luetke and Theodore Sauer, both of the class of J37 and both students atThiensville, delivered sermons in Detroit this summer.

Rev. and Mrs. Hans Schultz and family of Hazelton, No. Dak. paid a visit to friends and relatives in Milwaukee and Watertown the first of this month. Rev. Schultz graduated with the class of ’31.

The following births were reported: to Rev. and Mrs. Oscar Naumann, ’31，Toledo, Ohio, an eight-pound girl; to Rev. and Mrs. A. J. Maas, ’33, New Ulm, Minn., a baby girl. Mrs. Maas was formerly Miss Lucille Streich, who at one time attended school at Northwestern. Rev. and Mrs. Mahnke also were blessed with a baby. Rev. Mahnke is an alumnus of ’34.

United in holy matrimony during the summer were: Elmer Luedke，ex ’38, Iron Ridge, Wis” and Glenna Rasmussen, ’34, Hartland, Wis.; Rev. Victor Tiefel，’34，Platteville, Colo, and Arleen Dollase of Watertown; Willmar Wichmann，’30，Kim­ berly, Wis. and Clara Oswald. Dr. Heinz Bluhm，’28，New Havin, Conn., and Helen McClure Berry, New York City. Also married were Rev. Oscar Lemke, ,34, Circle, Montana; Rev. Bernhard Geiger, *34, Witten, So. Dak.; Rev. Herbert Resting, ’33，Lamoil, Minn.

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Mr. Martin Eickmann, at one time a member of the class of 1908, died of a heart ailment at his home in Gregory, So. Dakota.

Burial took place in Watertown on Sept. 6.

The editors of this column wish to thank those alumni who contributed to the column this month and encourage them and others to do the same hereafter.

/r 眶mcs The Washington Redskins—All Star game blew the lid off the Mid-Western football season, and again we saw that the nation was still football conscious. The practice called for September seventh blew off the lid at N. W. C. But let’s see when this sport really began and where that lid actually was put on. In an ancient manuscript I uncovered the following: Football When Julius Caesar was a kid and Brutus was the same, They often played at football in the open style of game.

These noble Romans chose up sides on one Thanksgiving Day, And hurried to a corner lot hard by the Appian Way. Tiberius held the half-back job on Captain Caesar’s team; Herminius played at center, and his passing was a dream; Clevatius was at left, the gridiron was his home; And Marcus, speedy quarter-back, tore up the Latin loam.

Vinicius, Maulbetsch II, ripped up the opposing line, And then to make gains on his flank, there was a little sign.

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While Claudius, the tackle, that player tried and true, Brought down the mighty Julius and a member of his crew.

The game was nearly over, and the score stood nine to three, When Caesar on a forward pass, spiked Brutus on the knee, That spoiled the game, and Brutus cried, 'Some day I get you, kid!’

And history’s page will tell us that in later years he did.

The smallest football squad (in number but not size) in years responded to the call of Coach Umnus. Thirteen lettermen were among those reporting. Graduation threw the Gos­ lings* backfield for quite a loss, and, in addition, illness claimed our hard hitting full-back, Pagels. The line will be practically the same as last year. Although the squad is small, it must be noted that every man out has football experience and has the determination to work. Barring injuries, the NWC Varsity will have as successful season as last.

The following were last year’s letter winners: Naumann， Schlenner, Horn, Toepel, Habben, Jungkuntz, Wantoch, Wiechmann, Ten Broek, and Hanke in the line and Sauer, Hempel, and Hillmer in the backfield. Others who saw service last season include Tabbert, Hertler, and Franzmann. The Frosh aspirants include a bunch of former high school stars, and prac­ tically every one will see action this fall. Koehler, Graebner, Wadzinski, Staffeil, Radtke, and Leyrer head the list of hust­ ling Frosh.

The present first string line averages 185 pounds from end to end, and what’s more, the various understudies will not pull down that average. The backfield will be slightly lighter than last fall, but will still tip the scales at an average of 170. Of course, the Goslings will be outweighed by their non-conference opponents, but I venture to say they will be as big and tough as anything the conference can provide.

Coach Umnus has arranged a colorful schedule.

Seminary Sept. 17 Here Sept. 24 Lawrence There Oct. 1 Open Date Oct. 8 Miners Here Oct. 15 Aurora There Milton Oct. 21 Here Oct. 29 Concordia There Nov. 4 Mission House Here (All home games begin at 2 P. M. except the Homecoming game which starts at 2:15 P. M.) Don’t forget, Grads, that November fourth is the big Home­ coming at N.W.C. The Northwestern Preps play St. Johns Military Academy at 12:30; the N.W.C. varsity meets Mission House at 2:15.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— The Art and Value of Writing A Course in Colloquialogy … …

Postal Script.......................

Das Wunderkind................ .

An Encampment..... .......... .

132 135 137 140 142

EDITORIALS— 146 Quid Velis “Whither America ?” Upward! ..147 Let Us Keep out of Foreign Entanglements 148 CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM ALUMNI NOTES .•….....…■ATHLETICS...........................

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THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII.

Watertown, Wis., Oct. 1938

Number 5

March 3. 1S70. Published monihly. Subscription. One Dollar.

THE ART AND VALUE OF WRITING I. IF. B.

In order not to create any false hopes, we shall state im­ mediately that writing in this article signifies merely the pro­ duction of good written work of one’s own composition. Should we now begin our discussion with the statement: ^Writing is an art,” every one would no doubt say, ‘‘Why begin with such a platitude?” If we should then in the next sentence continue, that writing is also of much use and value to every one who practices it, many would shrug their shoulders and say, ^Per­ haps, but I can’t write.” Therefore, it shall be the purpose of this article to present what we consider necessary for the pro­ duction of good writing.

Naturally we do not wish to leave the impression that it is only necessary to read this article, follow its advice, and presto! one is a good writer. However, even the most gifted person could scarcely become a good author without these essentials.

A thorough knowledge of grammar and of the theory of composition is the first essential. This, we shall assume, is a 132

common possession of all good students. But how shall a man write when he knows nothing? We admit that this is put a bit bluntly and seems absurd, yet there is more to this query than appears at first glance. No man who has never read or spoken a language can write a work on the use of the particles in that tongue. An example closer home may prove happier. Recently we overheard a conversation.

“I should write something tonight, and I even have the time and ambition. But what shall I write? I can think of nothing.”

The reply was just as hopeless: “That’s just my trouble too. I don’t know what to write.”

The two speakers are both considered excellent students; still their lack of ready knowledge made it impossible for them to write. Accordingly you see that knowledge is another very important essential. A tabula rasa can produce nothing; there­ fore a writer must consider the acquiring of knowledge his foremost and preliminary task. In other words, he must study; he must read. As he does so, he must make available to him­ self whatever data he finds; for knowledge consists of ready facts. He must be able immediately to lay his finger on things.

Nothing in all the world is so valuable to a writer as a FACT. An able author has said, ‘‘Only knowledge of facts is know­ ledge.1 * What to study and read, depends, of course, on the subject of the intended work. Outside of the specified field it is good also to know how the great masters of literature have said things. One will be surprised how much a knowledge of the classics aids one in expressing his thoughts.

Similarly the extent of reading is dependent on the scope of the production. No one should set out to write a book or a column for a newspaper without having first filled one or more common-place books (notebooks to the general) with all the data he could find. William Matthews in his Literary Style cites the examples of some well-known writers. We quote: 4'Before Johnson began the Rambler, he had filled a common­ place book with thoughts for his essays. Addison amassed three folios of manuscript materials before he began to write the Spectator.”

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he at the same time provides himself with another necessity— a good vocabulary. Even the greatest assortment of facts accompained by a plethora of good ideas and noble thoughts does the writer no good if he cannot put them on paper in a manner in which they will not be misunderstood. Though the student has repeatedly been told how to acquire such treasure, we shall state again that this can be done easily by writing down, as he reads, those words which he finds strange, and spending half an hour or so looking them up and memorizing them. Yes, we say memorize. Any time spent on the vocabulary is more than well spent.

The next important essential is practice in composition. Let us go back to our students. Let us suppose that their trouble was not merely a lack of knowledge; for after all a lack of knowledge is incompatible with being a good student. Had we listened a little longer, we should have heard one of them analyze their trouble from a different angle. He said, ‘‘I went stale over summer.” What he meant was that he had neglected his practice in composition. Who hasn’t noticed how difficult it is to get out a good production after summer vacation? It is evident, therefore, that the writer must do some writing not only when some one demands a work from him, but habitually and at regular intervals. Even as he reads, the writer should from time to time strive to put his knowledge on paper. One cannot hope to become a master overnight. The old adage still reads, “Practice makes perfect.” With many famous authors the rule was not to let a day pass without producing something.

Luther’s rule read: “Nulla dies sine linea.”

A word of warning may well be placed here. It is a good policy always to do the best one can, even while practicing.

Failure to do so leads to negligence, and of all things (in literary production) negligence and carelessness are the worst.

There are no doubt many, especially among those who have no special literary aspirations, who think that such a procedure would be a waste of time and effort. These persons have, however, overlooked a few facts concerning the value of writing.

Even though nothing more would come of it than the mastery of the art and the acquiring of knowledge, of which we spoke above, this alone would make it worthwhile. But writing can do more than this.

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We have already said, “Practicemakes perfect.” Practice in writing perfects style and self-expression.

It develops speed. Above all it forces one to think clearly, to be precise and to the point. It would be useless to enlarge upon this by illustration. Allow us merely to quote Bacon, who says: “Writing maketh an exact man.”

Einstein has been quoted as follows: ‘‘Reading after a certain age diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits.

Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.” Since we have not as yet reached the real creative period in life, his first sentence does not apply to us; but even so, it is well to keep it in mind. The second sentence, however, brings us to another value of literary production. One who diligently and regularly practices compo­ sition is not very apt to fall into lazy habits of thinking.

The relation Einstein has noted between reading and using the mind—writing if you will—brings us to the last point we wish to make concerning the value of literary production. Per­ haps you have heard it said: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” One could also say: “All studying and reading and no writing makes Jack a dull boy.” There must be variation. "Variety is the spice of life” also applies to the brain. According to the psychological principle of alternation the mind must not only receive; it must also give out. We might write the antithesis to Bacon’s statement, “Reading maketh a full man’’ thus: “Constant writing keeps one from becoming overloaded.” Writing definitely is a release. It un­ burdens the mind of its accumulations. An authority has said, “Composing is a direct tonic to the brain.”

In conclusion we state that every serious-minded student ought to be to a certain extent a literary worker, i. e. he occa­ sionally, or, better yet, at regular intervals, ought to convert some of his acquired knowledge into a composition of some kind or other and thereby avail himself of the benefits of writing.

A COURSE IN COLLOQUIALOGY A. D. Lapcr

Author’s note: I should like to make it clear that I did not spend many years in tireless research before sitting down to write the following. On the contrary, I spent only one short 135

I evening withf|Webester II. (If he was wrong, so am I.) I have merely collected here the stories of certain words that were of special interest to me and, thinking they might also in­ terest you, I pass them on.

But do not think the field of colloquial etymology has been thoroughly covered by Webster II! Much might be found out yet. For instance, he does not give the orgin of grub fas food), humdinger, corker, and to kick the bucket along with many others, so you see there remains a wide field for research work.

Bunk or bunkum n. meaning nonsense comes from Buncombe, the name of a county in North Carolina. In the 16th Con­ gress Felix Walker, a Senator from Buncombe county began to make a lengthy speech in which he was saying nothing. Some one asked him why he was talking and he answered that the people back home expected it of him.

So it was said he made a speech for Buncombe, and there­ after a meaningless speech was known as buncombe, bunkum, or bunk.

Bosh n. is taken directly from the Turk’s vocabulary and means bunk.

Poppycock n. (Observe the spelling—it seems to me that most people including- myself usually pronounce it poppycot.)

This word, having about the same meaning as the words above, comes from the Dutch colloquial word pappekak which literally means soft dung.

Vamoose v. meaning to depart quickly or scram is from the Spanish word vomos which means let us go.

Scram v. has about the same meaning as vamoose and comes from the Dutch word schrabbeln which some Englishman pronounced with a cold and so it became scramble which can mean to clambei' with the hands and feet. Scram is of course an abbreviation of this.

Joint n. meaning a hang-out comes from the h2it\x\jungere which means to join or to come together. Thus a joint is a place where things come together for social purposes or other­ wise.

Spoon v, strangly enough does have something to do with the common piece of silverware. It probably meant to lie in spoon-fashion, or in other words to nestle closely which is to 136

make love in a silly sentimental way. This word is now rapidly becoming absolete.

Swell adj. adv. comes from the noun swell used formerly in English. A swell was a person outstanding in the world of fashion and thus it can be seen how anything fashionable， classy, or better than average is today called swell.

Cinch v. or n. is taken from the Spanish word cincha coming from the Latin cingei'e meaning to gird. Thus, to cinch a thing is to tie it up or to corner it or it may be a thing already tied or cornered, and so it means to be sure of some­ thing or something that one is sure of.

Cram v. comes from Anglo Saxon ci'ammian meaning to fill or stuff. In student language it has come to mean to fill especially with book learning just before one is called to give an account of what is intus.

Jazz v. or n. is from the Creole word jazz meaning to speed up.

It is commonly used as a noun and means that which is speeded up and syncopated 一 especially of viusic.

0. K. adj. adv. v. is probably from the Choctaw Indian word oke or hoke meaning yes, it is.

Slang n. might have come from the Norwegian phrase slengja kjeften meaning literally to sling the jaw or figuratively to use abusive language.

POSTAL SCRIPT Northwestern College Watertown, Wis. September 29, 1838

President Wis. Chamber of Commerce Madison, Wisconsin.

Dear Sir: Has your society of select men, who strive to uphold the state’s motto “Foward”，any reward—such as, perhaps, a medal for distinguished service, or even a slight cash emolument—for a very outstanding and deserving person who has protected the honor of Wisconsin for the last three weeks?

Sincerely, Irvin W. Weiss 137

Chamber of Commerce Madison, Wis. October 1, 1938 Irvin W. Weiss Northwestern College Watertown, Wis. Dear Sir: In reply to your question of the 29th, I must say that never before have I been confronted with any such request! How­ ever, if you would inform me further as to what you believe has proved worthy of our attention I shall relay it to my asso­ ciates at our next meeting.

Respectfully, (An illegible signature) Northwestern College, Watertown, Wis. October 4，1938 President Wis. Chamber of Commerce Madison, Wisconsin.

Dear Sir: Herewith are a few of the outstanding particulars of the case I have presented to you.

As you undoubtedly recall, it rained last month! I hate to refresh your memory on such a touchy point, but after all it did rain. Not every other day either. But almost two weeks in a row. That unlucky thirteen, I believe was the exact number.

And here this person was, living in a dormitory that seemed to be overrun by out-of-starters who delighted in making nice, slurring remarks about our wet state. You know, there isn’t much fun in going out and getting all wet, and then lying in bed for several days, because your sick with a cold or some­ thing, and knowing that without doubt it’s double-pneumonia.

Yet that’s the very way things were, and still this fellow made a desperate attempt to show this bunch of belittlers that the weather wasn’t so bad as they might suppose, but that in­ stead they were only jealous of the beauties of our most wonder­ ful “Playground of the Northwest.”

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He tried every possible means of which he could think, in a vain attempt to check their vicious aspersions. He even showed them stories, which every newspaper carried, about rain and floods and cancelled baseball games in every section of the country, but to no avail. It seems that just because they couldn’t see or feel the rain that was washing away their own towns, it just wasn’t there. A stupid idea at best, isn’t it?

Fortunate for my friend, however, was the fact that it wasn’t until the heavens had completely descended on us that we were permitted to play radios in our rooms. I do believe that would have put a dishonorable end to all his noble endeavors, because the Michiganders are devotees of symphony, even if it is only because H. and E. Ford are the sponsors of such a pro­ gram. And so, what with the tooting of swing bands, which are sort of crowding out the classically better things in life, and an abundance of static (that evil reminder of weather con­ ditions) I’m afaid he would have been reduced to little more than a human derelict.

When day number ten had arrived he had already spent much of his energy convincing that disparaging lot of friends that this weather couldn’t continue forever. His campaign was working, but after all he was talking to a society of prairie daisies, who need time for things to soak in (except this rain).

But he did a good job, and on the day of the rising sun the cheers were few and far between, for the boys svere absolutely sure nothing but the sun ever shone over this fertile fifty-six thousand square miles.

Hoping he will be justly rewarded, His 25% agent Irvin W. Weiss.

Chamber of Commerce Madison, Wis. October 8, 1938 Mr. Irvin W. Weiss Northwestern College Watertown, Wis. Dear Sir: I read your explanatory letter to my colleagues yesterday and they were overjoyed at your civic pride and what it led your friend to accomplish. Much to our regret we found that 139

there is no provision for medals or even a small cash reward for such a deserving person. However, we gave a rising vote of thanks; and a suggestion to make him an honarary member of our group was unanimously accepted. So we’ll be expecting to add his name to our lists just as soon as we receive his twenty-five dollars initiation fee.

Hopefully, (an illegible signature) Northwestern College Watertown, Wis. October 10,1938 Chamber of Commerce Madison, Wis. The whole bunch of you: He says, “Bah! and he hopes you were pulling for the Cubs in the World Series.” And for myself I think I’ll start derid­ ing the state which you prize so highly, because now that it finally has stopped raining, we’re being eaten alive by mos­ quitoes and I don’t know which is worse. (two very illegible signatures)

DAS WUNDERKIND Willard Kchrberg

“Mother, why must I practice so much ?’’

“Because your father wishes it. You shall become a great musician.’’

“But mother, always to practice. Why can’t I go out and play like the other boys V1 “Your father wishes it. You must practice hard and be­ come a Wunderldnd like the great Mozart. ” It was midnight in the streets of Bonn. It was a cold, wintry night. The wind whipped the snow about the figures of two men who were quite evidently on their homeward way after a night of festivities. One was short and quite stocky, the other of medium build and he walked with more of a stoop than the violence of the wind necessitated. The short man reeled and stumbled at the side of his companion. He spoke loudly and seemed to be arguing with his associate.

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‘‘Gustav, you must come home with me and hear my son play the piano. I tell you, he is a Wunderkind. He will be a great pianist, a great musician, ya, greater even than Mozart.” ‘‘But no, Johann, I cannot go home with you. Your child will be asleep. It is already very late. He can not play for me now. I will come to hear him some other time. Perhaps, to­ morrow/* “No, no, no! You must come now. You will come. To­ morrow is tomorrow and anything may happen. You will come home with me now, immediately, tonight, and hear him play.

If he is asleep I shall wake him. Tonight he shall play for you!”

The shorter man became rather explosive in his manner, so that to avoid any violence, his companion followed him. He reasoned that perhaps the drink might take its effect on the way and he would forget about waking his son to play. They stumbled along the dark streets until they arrived at the home of Johann. He stumbled into the house and after several fumbling attempts, lighted a lamp.

“Ludwig, Ludwig. Wake up. Ludwig, come, you must play for us. Ludwig, Ludwig, come! Wake up!” he shouted.

“Johann, what do you want? Why are you calling： Ludwig?” asked a woman who appeared from a nearby room.

“He must play for my friend, Gustav. Ludwig! Wake up, come quickly. Gustav from Vienna has heard great masters.

He must hear you.”

A small boy appeared, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“What is it, papa? What do you wish ?’’

44Come, Ludwig, you must play for us on the piano.” ‘‘But papa, I am tired. I cannot play now.

“You shall play for us,” shouted his father.

The boy approached the piano and sat down. He played a few measures and then stopped. ‘ Tapa, it is so cold. There is no fire in the room. My fingers are cold. I connot play now.

“You must play, Ludwig! Gustav is here to hear you,’’ he stormed.

But papa, my fingers hurt. They are so cold,” whimpered the boy.

Play!’’ he shouted and struck the child a blow beside the head.

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‘‘Yes, papa,” sobbed the boy.

He played a low, pathetic composition, containing all the heart-breaks of unhappy childhood. Gustav listened with amaze­ ment. He finished.

“Does he not play well, Gustav ?” asked the father.

“He plays very beautifully. Such feeling!” replied Gustav.

“May I go to bed ?” asked the child. “I am cold.”

“You must play more. Gustav must know that you are much greater than even Mozart••” "But papa,” he pleaded.

“Play!” his father shouted and he accented his command with a blow.

He played, still with that note of distressed childhood. His father sat quietly listening. His eyes began to close and soon he was sleeping and proclaiming the fact to the inhabitants of the room by his loud snoring.

The child stopped. ‘‘May I go bed now, mama?’’ he asked.

“Yes, Ludwig, if Herr Gustav will excuse you,” replied his mother.

“You may go to bed now, Ludwig,” said Gustav, 'You have played beautifully and I am thankful to have heard you.”

He turned to the lady. ‘‘Your son will be a great musician, Frau Beethoven.”

AN ENCAMPMENT T. B.

It had been difficult to decide whether I should work in a canning factory till I needed rest, or go to Camp Williams with the 105th Cavalry Band and play for work. Perhaps the hours of work, play rather, at Camp appealed to me more than even the idea of a canning factor y.

Getting up at 4:30 o’clock in the morning is quite a task for most people, but if you ever slept on a straw tick and had your head hanging over one end of it and your feet stranded on the other end, it becomes a simple matter to get up. Oh yes, the band man in camp gets up before anyone to play reveille in order to summon the soldier to his daily duties. The sensation of playing an instrument early in the morning after a night’s sleep is anything but pleasant. Lips stiff with cold, fingers 142

numb, and eyes still closed with sleep, but then marching down the regimental street nearly at double time removes all in­ firmities.

The mess call is the most pleasant sound at camp; somehow beans are never in evidence. Some say the cavalry hasn’t de­ veloped a type as yet.

After breakfast the tents are furled in order to keep the in­ side of the tent sanitary and dry, but it is just another duty.

There were only two unpleasant duties, play for reveille and “police”. “Policing” has nothing to do with flat feet or walking a beat. All matches, paper, cigarette butts must be picked up over the entire camp. It’s a good bending exercise after a hearty breakfast. It is especially nice if the grass is wet and the boots aren’t waterproof, but there was always an end to it and then back to the tents for a “bunk fatigue” or “horizontal drill” as it is better known.

The first command that is barked at one is, “straighten up, pull in your stomach”. A much more expressive term is usually used for the last command. It accomplishes more.

“Dress right, front, count off by fours, fours right, march.”

The morning drill has started. Our band usually did not drill mounted, so the infantry rules of drill were used to some extent.

Perhaps the greatest desire of every top sergeant has been to have his troop or company perform a perfect “close order drill”, but somehow he always is sadly disappointed. Usually some­ one is out of step. We，d march to some bluff and try to climb it more or less successfully depending on the individual. Then in order to get us in shape we，d march in double time. While the regular time demands 128 steps per minute, double time demands 180 steps per minute.

At 5 o’clock we’d stand retreat and play for the lowering of the flag.

That was our routine. The first few days passed quietly and I thought I’d recuperate, but someone had the idea that the grass was too long around his tent, so since I was a buck private he sent me to the captain for the “regimental lawn-lower’’.

The Captain sent me to the Major and he politely informed me there was no such animal. I was disgusted. Some poor “rookie” also went out on a “snipe hunt”. He came back brokenhearted the next morning without snipes! Sending a rookie after the 143

cannon report still brings results.

Oh yes! Did you ever try riding a horse? Well, I did. Some practical jokester gave me a trotter and I couldn’t post, so in­ stead of hitting every other bump, I hit every bump. We rode about six miles the first time and every minute certain parts of my anatomy became sorer. Finally, I felt like carrying the horse. Then as we came back the horse started galloping for its stall. Just before it reached the stall, the horse made a four point landing and I made a one point landing on the ground.

For the next two days a pillow was my constant companion.

The first time we had “call to arms” I didn’t know what to take so I grabbed my clarinet. Any enemy certainly would retreat if I’d have played it.

On July 4 the entire Wisconsin National Guard, consisting of nearly five thousand men, assembled at Camp Williams to pass in review before the Governor. Boots and buttons had been polished till they shone. Every piece of equipment had to be cleaned for inspection. In the morning the cavalry put on their horse show and also displayed some of the new mechanized units, such as the anti-aircraft. We had to play for the horse show and the other activities.

At 2:00 o’clock the review started. The entire guard was massed on the parade field. The infantry passed in review first, It was a hot day, but nevertheless the infantry went in double time. I was glad I was in the cavalry. While each regiment passes in review the respective regimental bands play.

The medical regiment or the “pills” as they are better known next passed in review in their trucks and ambalances.

The Cavalry and the horse may have become out-moded by tanks and other mechanized units, but the horses still put on the best show. Imagine seeing nearly seven hundred horses divided into squadrons and troops pass in review. It was a thrilling sight and they stole the show. Since a horse has three speeds forward, walk, trot, and gallop, the cavalry went past in review three times. First at a walk then a trot and finally a gallop. The cavalry band played suitable music. Most of the horses actually kept time to the music.

The field artillery was the last unit to pass in review. All their men were in trucks drawing light field pieces. One Artillery Band played Sousa’s United States Field Artillery March 144

for one hour without intermission. Their trumpet players really developed a lip in that hour. Finally all units had passed in review and our dayâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s work was over.

At first the gun fire on the ranges is disconcerting especially if ten machine guns start firing at once, but gradually it only becomes another noise.

After two weeks of camp the routine became unbearable, but then the encampment was over and so was the pea canning season and it was safe for me to go home.

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HAT students enjoy and take pleasure in remains with them the longest. For whatever enters a willfully receptive mind, remains with it much longer than what has been crammed into a mind forced to be receptive. Those thoughts that we voluntarily assimilate and absorb for our own pleasure are not, however, necessarily at our finger tips, as the above mentioned have to be, but, what is more important, get to be part of us, and this without any noticeable impetus of our own to attain that phenomenon.

This principle, applied especially to us as students, results in something like this: Students study what they have to, but read what they want to.

We study under the pressure of class recitations or exami­ nations, neither of which can be called desirable. It is true that we might have an open and receptive mind under such a condition; it is even possible that one or the other might have a craving for such a thing. But on the whole, daily preparations 146

are a continual uphill grind, which can quite easily degenerate into daily drudgery.

On the other hand, whatever we read purely for our own enjoyment, is by its very nature of a much more lasting, per­ manent quality merely because of our attitude to the material, if for no other reason; reading, then, is definitely a more powerful factor in shaping our characters than studies.

Of course there are exceptions. However, if we turn the picture about-face and view it from another angle, we can also say that from the type of literature read by the average student in books, magazines, or newspapers, one can judge which way their characters are tending.

G. H. “Whither America?” Upward! ! !................ common conception of past and present population and its present and future effect on America has taken hold which, though it sounds plausible, one should not thoughtlessly accept. Several of the mistaken ideas mostly prevalant are these: a) Modern inventions and improvements have so ad­ vanced production that overproduction results, b) The fact that the population of the United States is slightly on the decline shows that the U.S. is on the way out.

Overproduction as a result of invention ? Is it possible that were we to start over in the colonial days and from that time hence ban all inventions, we would have the ideal economic structure (or would there be a structure) ? Overproduction ?

“There ain’t no sech animal!” Any alleged overproduction results either from misdirected production or under-consumption such as produced by hoarding. Wealth produced is purchasing1 power itself, so every article produced should make way for a purchase. Total demand for goods is the total supply. The Industrial Revolution with its era of specialization of labor and power-driven machinery didn’t cause a glut of products on the market. It is only since production has turned to luxuries with a fickle demand that a seeming overproduction has resulted.

Inventions cause the drop of costs of production, causing greater demand by people, attracted by the cheapness at which goods can be bought. Consider the standard of living before the Industrial Revolution and after! More demand means greater production

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necessary, so more men finally are employed as a result of the innovation. Were we to continue on the same plane of economic productivity, in a few centuries the population would be unable to exist, as production could not keep up with the growth of population.

As for population, are we to start packing up our grips, because ‘‘it won’t be long now; America is on the way out, be­ cause its population is declining?” If you think you must leave, kindly use a better excuse; such as “I’m getting out before the population gets so big that our economic system can’t support it!f, Is our population decreasing ? The rate of growth in the United States is sufficient to double itself every seventy-five years! The population problem in the U.S. then, is not how to increase it, as the case may be in certain European countries, but how to decrease it. Measures have already been taken to check population — immigration has been checked, birth <« control and limitation” movements are under way. In forty years we can expect, if present increases continue, an increase of from 130 million to 190 million people, which the present eco­ nomic structure could hardly support without new and better inventions. True, the rate of increase is slightly decreasing, so the future shouldn’t worry us in the least, — if we had any mind to in the first place. “‘Wither’ America?” No, not yet! Therefore let us con­ tinue without a worry for the future of the United States, unless some disaster entirely unassociated with population growth, entirely foreign to production, takes a hold, be it a Hitler or another “New Deal H. E. Paustian Let Us Keep Out of Foreign Entanglements................

N these days of wars and rumors of wars, the great question _ that confronts every citizen of the United States is this; what attitude should America take to the situations in Europe and, for that matter, anywhere outside of this country.

That great catastrophe, the World War, is not so far in the past that those who lived through it should not be able to re­ call the ghastly horrors of that war. America, with apparent delight, swallowed that pill of sugar-coated arsenic. Drawn into war by prevarications of every sort—the shining example: “to save this world for Democracy.”

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What did America profit from that great error? National debt and a country of unemployed.

What did Europe profit by our entering the war? The Versailles Treaty, which surely isn’t an object of pride, and, should not be. We see the results of it now.

America is blessed with.natural resources, plenty of land, natural barriers that [without a doubt will discourage any in­ vader. Therefore aggression on our part should be entirely out of the question. Furthermore America can well afford to clean out its own back yard. The conditions that prevail in this country should take up all our attention and entire energy, so that we really would not have time to put our fingers into any foreign cauldron.

We have a great country and a famous constitution. Any one that enters this country with the intent to disturb should and would be repelled by a force that would be superior to any one invading. I am of the opinion that everything should be given for defence, but not one life for aggression on our part.

We have hospitals full of shattered life, brought back from over there, the sight of which would send away everyone with a shudder, to think that through a probably honest conviction, but nevertheless folly of follies, these once healthy and strong speciments of America were sent as a sacrifice to an idol of greed and covetousness.

Occasionally it pays to learn from experience, but that bitter experience that overtook this country could have been avoided if we had studied the experiences of those who lived centuries before us.

The great talking-point of those who are more or less eager for war, is that we must by all means protect our interests in foreign countries. That should be the case, if that interest consists of American citizens. But in these last wars in the East our citizens were all given due warning to vacate. What more can a country involved in a war do? Whoever stays after a fair warning of that sort would really be on his own. Should we sacrifice a nation of youth because a small number of our citizens have been molested? War is a game played without principle. I’m sure everyone knows that. It will never be different. I am of the opinion that if our country were at war here and we had warned foreigners to vacate, we certainly 149

would no longer feel responsible for them, and rightly not.

Unemployment causes more or less dangerous situation here. Men and youth who are without work might be easily wrought up by skillfully composed war propaganda. It seems an easy way out. But let us hope that the nation as a whole remains stable and level-minded so that a danger of that sort can be avoided. Those who are in charge of war propaganda are unscrupulous and their main goal is to whip up an unnatural fervor for war. Men with minds for peace are then skillfully and quietly put away so as not to interfere.

America was number one on the sucker list for the last war.

I hope that we have learned by that bitter experience that war is a horror of horrors, and that we will do all to encourage and keep this country in peace.

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Campus and Classroom First an announcement we must make: This page is quite low-brow.

If you resent the comic muse, The time to stop is now.

The bell-ringers for the month of October are Lehninger and Tabbert.

A Student’s Lament It’s not what I’d do with a million If I’d ever have that amount; It’s how I’ll get by for the present With nineteen cents to my account.

A bit of professorial wit recently put the Freshmen in their proper place. Somehow or other — no one, of course, could possibly understand how — a mounted deer head appeared in one of the classrooms. The Frosh conveniently used the antlers as hooks for their customary green caps. Upon the entrance of the instructor into the room, all faces beamed as nonchalantly and innocently as freshly laid eggs. Thereupon followed the inspired words of the professor: "If it were only a donkey’s head, how much more appropriate the caps would be !M 150

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Pointed Humor Jack and Jill went up the hill To play with bumblebees 一 Oh boy, they had a swell time! * * * * After injuring his head in attempting to learn to play the piano by ear, Fritz Tabbert has given up that instrument ana has now taken up the difficult but less dangerous Glockenspiel.

At present he has not advanced far beyond the elementary stages, but his technique is rapidly improving. * * * * More Great Poetry As It Might Have Been Written (by L. Pingel)

On Poe’s Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore ; The hull is valued, certainly, But rigging costs a good deal more.

A Correction: The Woolley Fellowship in Sculpture held

by Miss Ruth Luebke is awarded not by the University of Den­ ver, but by the Board of Governors of United States House, Cite Universitaire, University of Paris.

With the mission festival season in full swing several of our alumni have delivered mission sermons. Sunday October 2, Professor E. E. Kowalke, of Northwestern, ’08，preached at Rev. Wm. Franzmann’s (of the class of ’94) congregation of Stillwater, Minnesota. The ninth of October found Professor H. Schmeling, ’98, also of Northwestern, conducting a service at Rev. L. Baganz’s congregation in Burlington, Wisconsin. In Watertown, Wisconsin, on the same Sunday Professor W. Schu­ mann, ’12, of Northwestern conducted the morning service at St. Mark’s congregation. The Rev. L. Koeninger, ’13, of Manitowoc, Wisconsin, gave the evening sermon. At Trinity Church of Watertown Mr. R. Gensmer, ’§3, of the college, held the morning services. The Rev. A. Voss of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, held the evening service.

The Rev. I. P. Frey, ’10，of Hoskins, Nebraska, recently celebrated both his twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and his twenty-fifth year in the ministry. Both anniversaries occurred in August.

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Among the recent visitors to Northwestern were the Rev. G. Press，’20, and wife of Detroit, Michigan. Also from Michigan, from Swan Creek, the Rev. C. Kionka, ’25，spent a few hours on the college grounds.

May we add our congratulations to those already wished to Prof. G. Westerhaus，’08, of Northwestern College, and to Mrs. Westerhaus on the birth of a son on October 3.

Mr. Herbert Nommensen, ’33，who has been serving the Bethesda Home in Watertown, Wisconsin, received a call to Prentice, Wisconsin. Soon after receiving the call he was married to Florence Bechtholz of Columbus, Wisconsin. Rev. Nommensen^ ordination and installation took:place October 9.

We regret to write of the death of the Rev. P. Froehlke, ’16, of Appleton, Wis. He was buried October 5th.

Prof. A. Pieper，’76, of the Theological Seminary at Thiensville helped the Jerusalem congregation of Milwaukee celebrate its fiftieth anniversary. The Rev. J. C. Dahlke, who graduated with the class of ’31, is the present pastor.

We beg your pardon!

The services for the Rev. Klingmann’s 50th anniversary were conducted by the Rev. Wm. Eggert. The speakers were the Rev. J. H. Paustian, ’00, and the Rev. S. A. Jedele.

FOOTBALL Seminary 0 N.W.C. 33 The Goslings continued their winning ways on September seventeenth, when they decisively trounced their iormer 152

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A continuous downpour that started shortly before the first kick-off made intricate ball handling an impossibility. Be­ fore very few minutes had elapsed, the Goslings’ new uniforms, gold pants, black and red jerseys, black and red socks, and golden headgears were thoroughly soaked. The opening： kickoff saw several new faces in the line-up for the Goslings. Graebner at blocking half played a very commendable game for a rookie until he painfully twisted his ankle. In at left tackle we found ArtWadzinski, hundred and eighty-five pound Frosh, who gave a good account of himself. His starting assignment was more or less of a purprise until it was learned that Tuffy Habben had broken his thumb in a previous practice.

The Goslings kicked off to the Sem. eleven. The visitor were forced to punt after three downs. One minute later Hempel scored the first touchdown of the season for NWC on a line buck over center. Sauer and Hempel, the Goslings’ only threats, took care of all the scoring for the afternoon. Hempel added another one later on an intercepted pass, while Sauer accounted for the other three on straight football tactics. The Sem. at no time threatened the locals’ goal. On the whole, the game was not a very serious test of the Goslings’ strength, but it did show that Coach Umnus had capable replacements in most positions.

The line up: Northwestern Seminary Toepel L. K. Schabow Wadzinski L.T. Volkmann Schlenner L.G. Bradtke Wiechmann Koenig C. Wantoch Cares R.G. Naumann R. T. Krug Horn R.E. G. Frey Hillmer Q. B. R. Frey Sauer L. H. I. Frey Graebner Schultz R.H. Hempel F. B. Sydow Substitutions for N.W.C.: Tabbert, Franzmann, Ten Broek, Jungkuntz, Hanke, Hertler, Koehler, Stern, Radtke, Staffeil, Leyrer.

Substitutions for Sem : Wiedenmeyer, Breiling, Zimmermann, Lambert.

Lawrence 39 N.W.C. 0 The Goslings fell easy prey to the Lawrence Vikings at Appleton, Sept. 24. Displaying a powerful attack that failed to click successfully only during the second period when the reserves saw duty, Bernie Heselton’s Vikings pushed over a 153

touchdown after 2 minutes of play in the first quarter.

Laterals from Kaenmer to Novakofaki netted long gains consistantly. Tiny Jones, 284 pound tackle, played no small part in the offensive line play of the Lawrence team Mertzweiler, stocky back, did some vicious blocking and tackling.

At no time during the fray did Northwestern threaten. The longest offensive gain for N.W.C. was a 12 dash around end by Nibs Sauer. Another feature of the locals’ attack was the nifty pass snatching of Captain Toepel. On defense the outstanding men for Northwestern were Staffeil and Hempel. In the line Habben, Schlenner, and Toepel gave a good account of them­ selves. Hempel, by the way, saved the day twice on two remarkable kicks in the second period. The first boot traveled 60 yards and the second outdid the first by 10 yards. The Frosh backfield, inserted in the last five minutes, put on a 35 yard march that was cut short by the final gun.

Score by periods: 1 2 3 4 Lawrence 19 0 13 7 Northwestern 0 0 0 0 The lineups : Lawrence N.W.C. Ny strom Toepel L. G. Habben L. T. Bodilly Schlenner L. G. Siebold Wiechmann C. Garvey Wantoch Hotten R. G. Naumann R.T. Jones Horn R. E. Crawford Mertzweiler Hillmer Q. B. Buesing Sauer R. H. Novakofski L.H. Staffeil Kaemmer Hempel F.B. Substitutions: Tabbert, Wadzinski, Ten Broeck, Jungkuntz, Hanke, Leyrer, Radtke, Graebner, Koehler.

Miners 18 N.W.C. 20 ,"Chic” Hempel’s educated toe spelled victory for the Gos­ lings over a very strong Platteville eleven. The Miners received the openiing kickoff and chiefly through the efforts of McAllister, plunging _ _ fullback, put on a sustained drive of forty yards that was cut short after the locals rallied desperately and held for three downs on their twenty-eight. The Miners kicked out of bounds on the eight-yard line. In a series of plays, six to be 154

exact, in which Sauer carried the ball every time, the Goslings drove ninety-two yards to a touchdown. Hempel’s kick was good. Score: 7—0. After the kick-off the ball changed hands repeatedly. Finally the Miners were forced to punt, and the kick was short to the Goslings，forty. On the first play Nibs Sauer, back in punt formation, slithered off tackle, side stepped the safety man, and climaxed a sixty-yard sprint by placing the ball down in the end zone. HempePs kick was wide by inches.

Score: 13—0. Early in the second quarter Hanley intercepted a pass for the Miners and returned to the fifty. Schroeder on a double reverse carried the ball forty yards to the ten-yard stripe. In four tries the Miners netted three yards; Hempel kicked out of danger. But two passes to Schoeder, good for twenty and seventeen yards, gave the Miners the first of three touchdowns. The kick was low. Score: 13—6. Soon after the kickoff the Miners unloosed an aerial barrage that was climaxed with a catch by Schoeder for a touchdown. A line buck failed.

Score: 13—12.

In the second half the play see-sawed back and forth for five minutes. Hempel kicked, and Toepel downed the ball on the Miners’ two foot line. After a series of fumbles, the Gos­ lings ended up with the ball in midfield. Sauer drove to the twenty, and a pass from Sauer to Toepel was good for another touchdown. Hempel’s kick was good. Score : 20—12.

McAllister received the kick and by sheer power advanced the ball deep into Northwestern territory. An exchange of kicks and a recovered fumble gave the Miners the ball on the Goslings’ twenty. An end run, followed by a pass to Schroeder, was good for a touchdown. Kick was low. Score : 20—18.

Shortly after the kickoff the Miners took possesion of the ball and passed themselves down to to the twenty-five. A completed pass to the eight yard line was called back due to a holding penalty in the line. That penalty saved the locals from almost certain defeat although the Goslings on sheer power drives by Red Staffeil and off-tackle smashes by Sauer carried the ball to the Miner’s eighteen. The last Miner threat was stopped when Wiechmann intercepted a pass in midfield.

The play in the last quarter was rather slow because the ex­ treme heat had taken quite a bit out of both teams, and due to the closeness of the contest both coaches relied on their veterans and did not substitute too freely. The locals showed a definite weakness in pass defense, but had a well-balanced offense to make up for that weakness. Staffeil, Hempel, Sauer, Habben and Toepel were outstanding for the locals; while McAllister at full and Schoeder at end were the stars for the Miners.

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The line ups : Miners N.W.C. Toepel Schroeder L.G. Habben L.T. Hodgson Schlenner Corbin L.G. Wiechmann Hanley C. Wantoch Walker R.G. Naumann R.T. Wishoff Horn R. £!.

Gandshirt Bemel Hillmer Q.B. Sauer L.H. DeWitt Staffeil R.H. Shankland Me Allister Hempel F.B. Substitutions : Ten Broek, Jungkuntz, Wadzinski, Hanke, Graebner, Leyrer, Koehler.

TENNIS In a desperate effort to find men capable of replacing three of last year’s team members, Captain Weiss issued a call to all collegiate tennis enthusiasts. About twenty men responded, and immediately Weiss paired them off for tournament play.

R. Schaller, T. Frey, L. Koeninger, and Captain Weiss survived the opening rounds. Koeninger, a Frosh racket wielder, mana­ ged to reach the semi-finals without the loss of a single game.

In the semis Weiss dumped Schaller 6-4, 6-2, 6-4, and KoeninRer whipped Frey 6-0, 6-3, 6-0. The finals saw Weiss and Koeninger in a hectic tilt that had the crowd cheering constant­ ly. Koeninger finally managed to squeeze out a victory in four sets, 8-6, 6-2, 2-6, 6-2. According to Captain Weiss the tournament did not produce the desired results since the survivors were all members of last year’s squad. Well, here’s hoping that some of these ping pong players come through on the big courts next spring.

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LITERARYThomas Hardy__ German (?)..........

Afterbeats............

Flash in the Dark A New Myth....... .

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EDITORIALSâ&#x20AC;&#x201D; Io moi moi 167 Pick Up the Little Peaces First....168 What Price Entertainment 171 Small Talk........................

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THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXIL

Watertown, Wis.f Nov. 1938

Number 6

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THOMAS HARDY R. Krause

Pessimism一sinister, dark, and precluding any hope of an affirmation of life, is the term most descriptive of Thomas Hardy and his works. As a lonely man, spending an entire lifetime of solitude and meditation within the confines of his native Dorsetshire, he seemed to be in almost perfect harmony with the bleak, desolate countryside which he describes. It was here that the various stages of his uneventful life de­ veloped, his apprenticeship, his work as a country architect, and finally his literary tradition, were fairly light and entertaining, for they had not as yet dug down very deeply into the soul of the author, but his later efforts, especially the novels, brought out the despairing and hopeless attitude he had taken over against the power of nature.

For a better understanding of Hardy’s pessimism, some mention must be made of the conditions prevalent at his time.

Hardy flourished at the end of the nineteenth and the beginning of the twentieth century, a period of tremendous advancements 157

in the development of science. Earlier in the Victorian period new inventions and improvements in the older equipment had opened new fields, and had led to the introduction of new theories. One of these in particular, the “evolutionary theory,’’ gave rise to the most heated dispute of the day, the Victorian “contest” between science and religion. Each of the two parties made great attempts to rule the other out completely, but neither one succeeded, until finally compromises were established between the two. Religion recognized science and science acknowledged the presence of some powerful Being, who aided in the development and preservation of all things.

Thomas Hardy, observing the great struggle, favored the advancement of the sciences, yet he was not able to tear him­ self away from his old rustic, primitive, and pagan ideas. His philosophic foundations were essentially Victorian; that is, he demanded positive data, had a great respect for science, and a burning curiosity as to the origin and development of man and the world. To all appearances, he accepted the sciences, but his own nature, leading him away from the hustle and bustle of industry, made him accept them joylessly and listlessly. The more he thought about it, the more he realized what an insig­ nificant part of the universe man really is. He was fightingagainst powers greater than himself and saw absolutely no chance for victory. His attemts at seeking realism in all things only caused him to be blinded by pessimism. Hardy, looking at the universe and at man, saw a fairly similiar essence, but his vision became clouded in the face of the very unequal power which nature wielded. To his mind it was impossible for the human intellect to have the least bit of control over the course of events, since an all-powerful, blind chance ruined every plan of man. There could be no free will in human calculations, as our destinies are controlled by a law greater than ourselves, by an immanent will, which through its blind striving is contin­ ually seeking its own unconscious ends. It is no wonder, therefore, that his novels picture this tragic struggle of man against the evil forces of nature. Doom is inevitable, but a stronger person will fall much more impressively than a weaker one.

For this reason he takes as his characters the sturdy Wessex peasants, a simple folk, not tainted and weakened by the conventions with which modern society covers its natural self.

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Hardy’s pessimistic philosophy is brought out particularly in his second or major group of novels. His earlier works were much more readable, yet the beauty and grandeur which he has implanted in his later writings has made these more worthy of immortality. They all have about the same setting, the desolate country of which Wessex was the center, and in all of them everything, including even the few cities used, is flooded with a country spirit. For his characters the author has chosen men and women whom it might be possible to find in such a neighborhood, particularly peasants or professional men who have descended from peasant stock. Hardy’s heroes are always strong-willed men who have not been affected in any manner by the life and habits of the great cities. All are active and ener­ getic, even though some, such as Clym Yeobright in “The Return of the Native,” have been weakened by too great intellectual effort. The entire group is constantly struggling against the experience of pain or the disease of thought. The women, not rising to the great heights often reached by the men, might be said to be more instinctive. Cruel fate, made heavier by the sensibility of their hearts, has little trouble in overcoming them.

The plots of Hardy’s stories, rising out of the elementary passions such as hate, greed, ambition, jealousy, and thirst for knowledge, are by no means simple. Everything seems to be moved by psychological springs as the author gradually shifts the scene to a man’s inner being. What he really presents is a moral drama, a battle of opposing wills, which are constantly being crossed and interrupted by many accidents. Evil fate, seemingly a third party in all the affairs of men and quickly crushing anyone who dares to break nature’s laws, is responsible for so much of the heartache and tragedy which Hardy’s heroes very seldom succeed in overcoming.

The Wessex novels point out a particular gift for which Hardy has become famous, his ability to describe. His powers of observation, developed through long years spent on his favorite heaths, were so fine that he could describe the minutest details, implant them with some imagination, and make them live before us. He took his greatest delight, however, in pictur­ ing the great desolate areas untouched by the profanity of the human eye. His native hills, pastures, and vales, offering him the elementary, the grand, and the sad in nature, were made to 159

live under the magic ofjhis pen. Nature，in its darker moods, became a sentient being, working a tremendous influence upon those who come in contact with it.

In addition to the above-mentioned points, there are several technical qualities through which Hardy has earned his high position. The one is his rather unusual method of opening his stories. Those who have read quite a few of his novels will have noticed that they almost always begin on a road or a path upon which some person is moving. This method is very effec­ tive, for the reader seems to be moving right into the center of the action, with the scenes of the story being unfolded, while the outer world is gradually being left behind.

Furthermore, Hardy’s manner of drawing characters is more natural than that of his precessors. Dickens, for instance, would give a long, drawn-out description whenever a new character stepped upon the scene. That wasn’t natural, since we in our own lives do not notice everything about a person the first time we meet him. We generally confine our observations to a few oddities. To overcome the oddities met by earlier novelists, Hardy frequently introduced a character at night, noted some peculiarity, and then built up on that during later meetings. With his feeling for relative values, he threw the full light only upon a few central characters and thereby re­ jected many of the useless details which others had enjoyed bringing into their descriptions. Here again he differed from previous writers, who often gave minor figures as much space as the principals. He also excluded everything not essential to the story and told absolutely nothing about his characters’ early life.

Even the isolated setting of the Wessex novels has its purpose. Lonely and set apart from the rest of the world, it strengthens the unity of effect and permits a much closer inter­ connection of personages. Then again the desolation of the place brings out the absence of various conventions and fur­ nishes a suitable ground for the men and women to yield to the dictates of instincts. The sense of detachment from the world makes each novel seem complete in itself and wherever there is loss of breadth because of the limited scope, there is a con­ sequent gain in intensity.

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to be his excessive use of coincidence. The tide of fortune fluctuates amazingly, and oftentimes he follows his natural bent toward something mysterious and improbable until he finally comes to a point where he over-reaches himself in the use of coincidence.

In a final analysis we must see that the faults of Hardy’s works are greatly outnumbered by his many good qualities.

Despite the fact that his later novels were so pessimistic as to be hardly readable, they are all of that caliber which makes for immortality and certainly have assured him a position as one of our leading novelists. ______________ GERMAN (?)

H. Schweppe

(Every visitor in New Ulm, the garden spot of the Midwest, is immediately struck by the peculiarity of the language. In order to give some of the more unfortunate students an oppor­ tunity to become acquainted with our mother tongue, I’m going to record a days events from *Our Trip West in genuine New Ulm German. Read aloud for the best effect.)

June 21—Heut war noch da ungluechlichste Tag, was ma noch gahabt ham. Ich bin um acht Uah aufgastantn und hab gleich ausgafundn, dasz de rushing mountain Storm unsa Buttah mitweggawaschen hat. (You see, we used the mountain streams for refrigeration purposes.) Die antn zwei warn noch in Bett, so hab ich gadacht, dasz ich washday habn wollt. Ich docht ich taet grad in creek rein steppn und denn waschen, abah das wassah war so kalt, dasz mich die Bein gleich numb warn. Consequently hab ich my waschen von den bank gatan.

Heut war auch der erste Tag, dasz ich probiert hab flap jacks zu flappn. Sie warn nich schlecht.

Schlieszlich sind ma ausgastart, und es hat nich lang ganomm bis wiah in die Wyoming prairie warn. Sagebrush und Sand war all, was ma sehn konnt. Kei fences, kei Baeuma, noch nich amal a shack. Abah vor ma aus die prairie kam, hammah flat tire gahabt. Den spike den ma aufgapickt ham, hab ich immah noch heim.

In Greybull hammah angehalten fueah Wassah, abah das hat so oelig gaschmeckt, dasz ma kaum den Staub gasettelt *With due apologies to my pals Howie and Ed. 161

哪 IRelt J ham. Es hat nich lang ganomm, bis ma die Rockies sehn konnt.

Boy, war das a thrill! In Cody, at the foothill of the Rockies, hammah supper in a Hook ’em Cow joint gagessn. Die Straszen war ganz mit cowboys aufgelined. Outside von Cody hammah die Shoshone Canyon gaentered. Den Stinking River, der a Garuch wie fafaulte Eier gahabt hat, hammah nich lang angakuckt. In die canyon hamma unsah erstah optical illusion gasehn—Wasser bergrauf flieszen. Finally hammah gacampt for the night. Als ma in tent am sitzen warn und die day’s events discusstn hammah a Laerm outside gahoert, und es nahm nich lang, bis a faint oder von a Stinkkatz durch den tent flap kam. Das hat uns abah bald einschlafen machen.

AFTERBEATS R. P. J.

Nearly everyone is readily able to recognize the peculiar rhythm that is typical of a waltz, especially one from the pen of the first and foremost Waltz King, Johann Strauss. The strongly accented first beat followed by two seemingly unim­ portant or negligible afterbeats immediately gives the music a very distinctive lilting quality, which for its purpose is extremely effective. And if one listens closely it becomes evident that the real theme or melody of such a piece of music is carried almost entirely by those accented first beats with the two lighter beats which follow merely filling in, adding an explanatory touch, as it were, or in some instances by means of a little variation such as the substitution of two eighths for the final quarter note effecting a pleasing transition to the next phrase.

The result is an aesthetically appealing piece of musical litera­ ture.

What an interesting experiment it might be to apply this system of synthesis to literature in its narrower sense.

A common weakness of many outstanding literary figures whose work is otherwise irreproachable is the tendency to be overly pithy, that is, to condense if possible into one sentence all the ramifications and implications of any particular thought which they may be trying to express. They lose sight of the fact that the reader seldom appreciates or goes through the same mental processes by which after much mental travail they arrived at a conclusion or an expression of the essence of the 162

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But now along comes some unsung benefactor of mankind, at least of its sapient portion, and puts to another practical use that little device of the immortal Strauss. He sets out to re­ write the world’s literature in waltz time. That is, he takes a literary masterpiece in hand, picks out the theme or melody, and then breaks it up into its several thoughts or notes. These he sets down at regular intervals. They are the first beats of the measures. Then after careful analysis and retrogressive thinking he puts down the afterbeats. These are the implica­ tions, intimations, and related but not necessary ideas which the original thought or sentence included, but did not express.

Usually he finds two such afterbeats, but that may vary, just as in a musical waltz, where often a half note is found because something a little weightier than two light quarter notes is de­ manded by the nature of the phrase in which the measure occurs. And so forth and so on.

Then, of course, the next logical step in this process would be to omit the main thought or accented beat in the rewriting, since the reading public is naturally well-acquainted with the relatively few literary masterpieces of the world. This leaves us now with only the afterbeats before us, and lo! another mile­ post has been reached in the march of the Arts.

A FLASH IN THE DARK F. E. P.

In the days when France was still a feudal agglomerate struggling hard to preserve a semblance of unity in the face of Viking pirates, when Germany was little more than a crazy quilt of petty kingdoms and duchies, when daring knights en­ cased in shining mail sallied forth on prancing steeds to do deeds of valor and chivalry, and when all Europe lay prostrate and obedient beneath the sceptre and cross of the Roman Catholic Church, in those days Duke Ludolf of Saxony felt compelled to build an abbey where pious maidens might withdraw from the world and the lead of life of sancity and devotion to Christ.

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River, a branch of the Weser in Northwest Germany, was com­ pleted in 881 and dedicated by the bishop of the neighboring town of Hildesheim. We need say nothing more of the history of this little convent until the important year of 959 rolls around.

In that year a young nobleman of twenty-four perhaps having tasted all a worldly life of the time had to offer, left it all behind and retired to an existence of meditation and sancti­ fication under the roofs of the convent. The abbess at the time was a certain Gerberda, a noble and educated woman, a granddaughter of Henry “the Fowler” of Germany.

Under the expert tutelage of her abbess, Roswitha of Gaudersheim for such is the name of the young novice, having undoubtedly also an inquisitive and inventive turn of mind, gained a name for mental astuteness which soon penetrated the sombre walls of the nunnery. She had already written many short treatises on matters of religious note, including eight legends in hexameter, when a copy of Terence’s dramas fell into the hands. We can imagine how the risque and bawdy Roman shocked the holy lady.

Such an outrage her nature could not brook. She must write something that would be fit for a chaste and holy nun to read. So she set to work and in course of time six dramas flowed from her quill.

These dramas, written in an age when the only original work being done in literature was the extemporaneous ditties or the roving scalds and Minnesaenger, are recognized beginn­ ings of German drama. They are all built up similarly, are not very long, and have simple plots. Every one is written from the viewpoint of a pious and obedient Catholic; the church or its devotees is in every instance ultimately successful. It is rather hard for a modern and prosaic age which takes religion as a whole rather easily, to believe that teen-age girls will gladly suffer their backs to be ripped to shreds by loaded whips, their breasts to be burned off by hot coals, or their bodies re­ lieved of their heads rather than deny their religion. It is just as incredible that a general, buried under overwhelming odds in battle, will suddenly urge his soldiers on to a complete victory, because a pious maid reminded him to pray: or, that a confirmed harlot will, as soon as a holy man enters her presence, give up her evil ways and desire to become a nun. The authoress, 164

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however, in spite of her holy nature in copying the structure of her dramas from Terence, evidently thought that his moral tone must be part and parcel of a drama. For Brockhaus says “Sie scheut vor Derbheiten nicht zurueck.” This would seem to be corroborated by the little word “gewuerdigt” on the front cover of the copy of her dramas which I read.

These gems of literature, these distillations of a turgid genius, were lost for well over five centuries. When they were discovered, they were avidly read, than later stripped, plucked, and hamstrung to fit them for reading and acceptance by the delicate and immature mind of the average college student.

Such is the fate of the famed.

A NEW MYTH s.

A long, long time ago there were three old maids who dwelt together in a humble cottage high upon a mountainside.

Whatever incredulity you have on hearing these details should vanish when you learn that these three dames were no less than the three Fates, controllers of the destinies of gods and men.

According to the division of labor which they observed in their noble calling it was the task of Clotho to spin the thread of life, of Lachesis to measure it, and of Atropos to cut it. And thus for many centuries they labored at the web of fate, spun in a pattern which was known not even to the gods. Steadily the work was progressing when to Clotho one day, out of the clear blue Olympian sky, came the thought that she had a greater portion of work than her two sisters, for, to be sure it was far less work to measure and to cut the thread than to spin it.

This secret she kept to herself for yet some centuries, say­ ing never a word to her two older sisters. (For, as you may know, they were her sisters. Moreover Clotho was old, Lachesis older, and Atropos older yet.) And then one rosy-fingered, fateful morn she pricked up courage and represented to her sisters her grievance. They, however, answered, with irrefut­ able logic, that in their part of the task lay the mental labor, which, to their notion, more than outweighed that which was apportioned to Clotho. On whose side the greater justice lay it cannot here and now be determined, but perhaps more import­ ant for us than speculating on such an abstract proposition is the further sequence of events.

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Clotho was angry, but knew not what to do. And so it was for a further few centuries. Now and again a snarl would appear in the thread; but Lachesis noticed it never at all, and Atropos only on such occasions when it befell that she cut through a knot, but, in full accord with the law of averages, it was not a common occurrence, and on the whole Clotho only had the more labor for the snarls. Then from that same Olympian sky, beclouded now and dark with thunderheads, there came another idea to Clotho, the oppressed one of the Fates. Not hesitant in putting this one to the test was she; for she knew that, of a certainty, their tasks would be made equal and there would be no more discord.

One beautiful afternoon, as the shadows began to lengthen, she began a new thread. With all the skill at her command she wove, and in this one there were no snarls or blemishes.

The shadows were longer as Lachesis measured the thread as she had done from time immemorial, and found that there was exactly enough for three lots. And just as Atropos sheared them off cleanly, cutting the thread with a single snip as she had always done, the sun set and the shadows lengthened into the twilight. Clotho, thereafter, never did more than her sisters.

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Jhitartal % Io moi moi................

ERENITY — peaceful calm — darkness — countless millions refreshing their bodies and minds with sleep, the sweetest of mankind’s boons—but in my mind and for my weary body there is no thought of rest or peace—nothing but the unbeara­ bly raucous, cacophonic voice which is my conscience, remorse­ lessly dinning an endless jingle, “Sounding brass and tinkling cymbal, a bluff, a bluff, you’ve never yet accomplished a thing, sounding brass and tinkling —’’，一 as far back as the damning memory of an utterly miserable wretch can reach I have made myself believe in myself—a few natural gifts, a stock of high sounding phrases, the fatal ability to guess correctly, a bold front, and associates too easily impressed—nothing solid or fundamental—and now, after my eyes have finally been opened to my Lilliputian insignificance, I want madly to do something —at no time have I made a concrete contribution to some cause, any cause, for which I could honestly claim credit—ex cathedrally I have time and again criticised and torn down, but never 167

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have I been instrumental in creating something original, some­ thing better, in place—if only I could remember a single thing of which I could proudly say, “This is my handiwork’’一this in a measure, at least, might yet restore my self-respect—but no—no! no! ! no! ! ! — if I would draw myself out of the slimy mud of self-contempt, it must be by some tangible contribution to the little world which I know and which knows me—and which —horribile dictu!—wi\\ soon know me for what I am—a parasitic excrescence on an otherwise sound and healthy plant- I have wasted my inheritance ! — I have buried the talent that was given me! ! — inspiration cannot come to one who is the essence of apathetic futility—I guess there’s no hope— I am the editor.

J. Pick Up The Little Peaces First............

N these days of peace and rumors of peace we Americans are given to much prattling against wars. No matter how bad the things are, this cannot be denied. Every war makes a few acres of this earth more peaceful—take Flanders Field for instance. Yes, this thing called peace is a funny thing. Twenty years ago we were all saying in Latin, “Pax vobiscum!” and nowadays, when it’s safe to use a little German again, we say, "Pax, wo bist du?”

Wars and the poor we will always have with us whether we plan it that way or not. As long as mothers have to tell “Sonny” over and over again not to reach for the biggest apple, we can expect nations to clash. For nations are only run by “Sonnys” grown up and somehow it’s still natural for them to do a bit of ‘‘impolite reaching.” Finally, it seems pretty foolish to me that we get all excited about playing the part of turtle doves today when our own press could put out a few “extra” editions tonight and have us all feeling like Bantam roosters in the morning.

The point that I wish to make is, that we spend too much time trying to keep ourselves out of training camps while we make nothing more than barracks of our homes. To keep ourselves out of training camps may be a good idea. To attempt to prevent war is a noble endeavor. But these are not the things that real peace is made of. Trite as the expression may be—it’s the little things that count where peace prevails.

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And now, what are some of these little things? To practice the first might be considered almost un-American 一 RELAX, TAKE YOUR TIME! Whether or not the Minute Men started it during our Revolution, I don’t know, but ever since our early history we Americans have been on the run. In 1849 people started rushing from one end of the country to the other for gold. Then someone said that gold was where you found it and now we’re still all rushing around looking for it. Not only in business, but in almost everything we do, we seem to be goaded on by the hands of our clocks. Punctuality is in no wise to be despised, but to be the slave of a clock is no virtue either.

To me one of the more evident and unpleasant traces of this American made hurrying is the way in which we eat our meals. Except on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and maybe a few other special occasions we consider eating a sort of pleasant necessary waste of time. Accordingly, many of our break­ fasts, dinners, and suppers have become merely occasions when we throw a little nourishment into our bodies in the shortest possible time. (This is not an attack on those who leave the dining hall before the prayer. They must be excused for they suffer from a sort of disease known as Juniorightis. It is called Seniorightis in its final stage.) And so in eating we find the first tangible example of where we might RELAX AND TAKE OUR TIME. And then there is this business of getting places. Strange as it may seem, I’m not so shocked at all at the fatality list on our highways. I rather marvel that Death is cheated so often.

I can well imagine that Death looks down on our traffic and very often begins to rub his hands in villainous glee and then disappointedly says, “Curses, foiled again.”

Those who do solo “fligiits” are not to be reprimanded so much, for no matter how reckless a driver is, he always seems to be at ease himself. But it seems to me that many unneces­ sary moments of unrest and anxiety are caused by those drivers who forget that others in the car might not share the confi­ dence which he has in himself.

Wisconsin’s system of marking highways if considered the best, but I think we might make an improvement. Now and then we might put a sign up along the road that simply says, “What’s Your Hurry?77 I think it was Will Rogers who said 169

anh that the Twentieth Century would go down in history as the period when people started to go nowhere fast. I suppose I sound pretty out of date to talk about slowing things down.

But if it’s style these days to wear your nerves ragged, I think I’d like to stay a bit old fashioned.

In connection with this business of going places something might be said about spending a quiet evening at home. Our changing homelife is a broad subject in itself, and it would be too much of a digression to attempt to exhaust it here, but it certainly should come into consideration when speaking of peace. A quiet evening at home has come to be like a horse and buggy 一 we just don’t have them with us any more.

This, I admit, is not altogether true. There are many excep­ tions, but it cannot be denied that many people, when they haven’t something a bit exciting planned for the evening, con­ sider that evening sort of wasted by merely sitting around at home. Of course, it cannot be expected that all people are going to enjoy themselves sitting at home beside the fireplace smoking, knitting, or just musing. To expect this of younger people is to expect the impossible. But things like good music, good books, and intelligent conversation are to be enjoyed by all ages in the HOME. Again many of you will say, “Why doesn’t he catch up with the times?” All I have to say is if you are looking for peace on earth, there are a few little things that really make what you are looking for.

And now another little thing that would-be-peacemakers might well consider —LET PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THINGS THAT CAUSE WORRY, ANXIETY, AND EVEN ENMITY WHEN THEY ARE NOT KNOWN. I guess that sounds pretty involved and sort of vague, but I can probably best show you what I mean by one or two concrete examples. What I mean to say is this. Don’t write home to the folks and say, **I might get a chance to come home next week end,} 1 and then about the middle of the week decide to stay where you are without telling them about your changed plans. I suppose this sounds again as if I am trying to be a reformer of some kind, but I only wish to recommend a few ways to really promote peace. Did you ever wait a long time at some place for some one and then have him unconcernedly say later, 4'Why, I thought you knew all the time that I wasn’t coming,” when you 170

knew for a^fact that he said nothing of the kind about not coming. Well, that’s what I mean. And I don’t think it’s be­ ing a narrow reformer to say that in these days of telephones, telegraphs, and penny postals it is inconsiderately disturbing the peace to cause people hours of waiting and worrying when by going out of our way just a little we might have made that waiting and worrying unnecessary.

In conclusion may I say that I do not expect that life in America will become much more peaceful two or three days after this is published. But anyway I have had the satisfaction of telling you about some of the little things that I think peace is really made of.

A. D. Laper.

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OME weeks ago the American radio public was startled by an hour of amazing news broadcasts which, it seems, it was not capable of enjoying. You have all most likely heard some­ how or other of the surprising results of the radio adaptation of H. G. Wells’s book Man from Mars, presented by Orson Welles and his Mercury Theater on the Air. You will recall the near­ panic which followed the fictitious reports of an invasion from the distant planet of Mars, the attack on our eastern seaboard, the green-eyed monsters, and such like. Perhaps you heard of the different incidents that followed, such as numerous tele­ phone calls to Red Cross stations offering assistance, the attempts at suicide, the small riots etc., etc.

What can be blamed for such an uprising ? Was it the excellent performance rendered by the Mercury Theater? This was of course the unthinking instigator. Yet Mr. Welles and his troupe may feel themselves highly complimented on a per­ formance so realistic as to make appear true an event most fantastic and least possible to happen.

Yet, was the result so surprising? We have heard much said of a decline in the morale of the American people. It seems that many of them are no longer able to make use of their mental faculties. Might it be true that just such an outbreak may present itself among us all if only the conditions are right?

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things in this world of ours that it is impossible for us to come in contact with more than a small part of them. And if at one time or other we have met with them, they may on second meeting have such a different form and color that we can hardly recognize the same inner self. Therefore we are often inclined to accept many of the hundreds of things we read and hear, some of us passively, some more skeptically. The latter group has perhaps a little originality left and attempts to reason the matter out for itself. But still the mind may not be great enough. Take for example the' relativity theory of Ein­ stein. How many minds have been able to delve into the dark mysteries and satisfy themselves? Yet there are some men who maintain that they understand it. Hence one must either be a fortunate (or perhaps unfortunate) one, or accept the theory as true on the grounds that others say it is, or else for­ get about the whole matter. But it is human nature to want to know a little about everything. Most often, however, we are apt to learn just enough about a thing that it may prove harm­ ful. For example let us return to our radio listeners. They had heard of Mars. From their school days, if they had any, they recall hearing of some far off world comparable with their own earth. They do not recall the exact distance separating the two planets. They do not recall the conditions prevailing on this body floating about in space, or whether life there would be at all possible. And most likely they have become victims of some artist’s imagination which has portrayed such life, if there might be any, in the comic strips of the world’s best seller, the newspaper. Not knowing exactly what to believe they are inclined to leave a place open in their minds for a possility.

The system of special news bulletins has become quite common on our radios. Especially during the last months have news announcers frequently interrupted our programs to give further developments in the crises in Europe. People had be­ come quite accustomed to hearing the supposedly true reports of entire nations tensely waiting for a next move. Perhaps this same tension had spread here in our country where more than a passing interest in European affairs was evident.

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the invasion!and presence of these horrible creatures. And not recognizing the voice of the announcer, probably never having heard him before, and taking this report as true, as had been done with all the previous ones, our friend let his imagination go and the worst happened.

What we can’t help wondering about as we think it over is just what those persons thought of themselves the next day after the effect had worn off and the storm had calmly passed.

Certainly they would never be fooled by such a thing again.

No, not until the next time at least.

J. V.

Small Talk T WISH I had a dictaphone! I’d conceal it in a different place i every day for a week—in a Ladies Aid meeting, a barber shop, a tavern, a dormitory study room, a board of directors meeting, and a diplomatic conference. Each evening I would remove the disk and play it through listening carefully to the conglomeration of human voices issuing from the wax record.

What a mixture—a ‘‘church worker’’ holding forth on the necessity of buying a new carpet for the church, a ham-and-egg philosopher expounding his theory of business cycles, a barten­ der vividly recalling last Saturday’s football game, a college sophomore displaying his astounding knowledge of the fair sex to the interested members of a typical “bull session,” an apop­ lectic executive vehemently urging that the design on the hair tonic bottle be changed for 1939, and a pompous diplomat urging the nations to unite for world peace.

Each of these widely different characters fancies he is something of a “little Caesar” in his own right, and that every word he utters definitely contributes something to the funda­ mental knowledge of men. But if these thoughts were heard by the critical care of one hearing them as abstract words through the medium of a dictaphone, all these profound speeches would be nothing more than a lot of talk—small talk.

The trouble with us is that everybody is talking all the time and nobody ever says anything. Anything worthwhile we may say is completely enshrouded and enveloped by the thick fog of this empty and meaningless small talk. Consequently, the weeds of irrelevant trifles choke out the struggling plant of original thought. We are so unaccustomed to hearing anyone 173

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There must be some reason for this overabundance of empty prattle. Our whole way of life puts the death warrant on intelligent conversation and expression of connected thought.

The art of table conversation has been almost completely for­ gotten. Anyone aspiring to be an ‘‘autocrat of the breakfast table’’ would have difficulty finding a breakfast table at which anyone remained seated longer than the time required to gulp a cup of coffee and bolt a sweet roll. Not so long ago, when a group of intelligent men got together for an evening—preachers, professors, students—they would be in their element engaging in a debate of free coinage versus limited coinage; but now they would probably argue about whose automobile delivers the best gasoline mileage. Growing tired of this, they would gather about the radio and listen to Charlie McCarthy.

The restlessness and complexity of our lives has rendered the expression of thoughts through conversation almost im­ possible. Mankind has been deprived of one of the cheapest and yet most enjoyable diversions because he doesn’t take time to practice it. The theatre, automobile, radio, and bridge table have broken up the conversations between friends, family, and associates.

What we need to do is to make a conscious effort toward making our speech mean something. When you discuss a topic, carry it through to a logical conclusion. To be a good conversationalist, you’ve got to be a good listener. Listen to what the other fellow is saying, think of what you’re going to say, and then say it. Don’t hog the conversation. Choose topics that your listeners will be interested in. Perhaps if we keep these few things in mind we will really say something instead of just talking, talking— G. F.

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Campus and Classroom It was my intention this month to drop the Campus and Classroom column and write instead some useful and edifying article for the readers of the B. and R. (And don’t think I couldn’t do it!) Our worthy editor however would hear none of this, even when I pointed out that vast amounts of money are squandered in paying for the ink and paper used for these pages. But editors will be wasteful and the readers must be bored. Put these two principles together and you have the raison d'etre of what here follows.

As I was sitting before the grandfather’s clock in my room, smugly content with my ability to recite my Ratal paradigm in strict tempo with each stroke of the pendulum, a terrible thought suddenly startled me into reality. (You may wonder here how I could be studying Hebrew and at the same time thinking of something else. The explanation for this phenomenon is really quite simple. Studying Hebrew is a purely mechanical process, like changing a tire, or peeling potatoes, or building a bridge, or driving a car. And in the same way that you can think of other things, or even carry on a conversation while nicely goug­ ing out a potato’s eyes, so you can plan your next summer’s vacation trip or listen to Charlie McCarthy or do any number of really useful things while studying Hebrew. This is what makes Hebrew such an easy and popular subject.) Now it is not my desire to be an alarmist, nor do I have a penchant for spreading false rumors, but it is my firm conviction that the younger generation is fomenting a bit of dire mischeif, to put it mildly.

At present my observations in regard to this mischief (the proofreader caught it this time) have been confined to the new Sextaners on our campus, but since they are a truly representa­ tive cross section of modern youth, I take it that others outside the dorm are like-minded.

I base my apprehensions on the peculiar behavior of Sex­ taners, especially in the presence of upperclassmen. Take any ordinary Sextaner for an example. For indefinite periods of time he will sit at his desk (apparently he is studying, but more than likely he is contriving the most pernicious machinations conceivable). Suddenly he arises and sneaks to the door. In answer to the question “Where are you going ?’’ he replies in the manner of a true diplomat, “Oh, just around.” Suspicious, to say the least In about half an hour he is back with two or three others. Now is the time to watch them. They don’t talk.

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room. Sometimes they sit down in attitudes of studied gbandon.

Sometimes they lean against the wall. After several minutes of this they stalk out en masse. This goes on all day. At intervals they return, each time bringing one or two new members with the original group. Then off they go again, as silently as ghosts. It’s ominous. Sure it is.

Schlieszlich sind ma ausgestart, und es hat nich lang ganomm bis wiah in die Wyoming prairie warn. Sagebrush and Sand war all, was ma sehen konnt. Kei Fences, kei Bauma, noch nilamal a shack. Abah vor ma aus die prairie kam, hammah a flat tire gahabt. Es k6nnt auch sein dasz diesa Paragraf zu a anderas Stuck gahort.

• The only explanation I have for this mysterious behavior is that I think they are planning —I tremble to say it —a revolu­ tion ! Yes, a revolution and nothing less. When they go out, I believe they work on plans for tanks, twelve inch cannons, or even time bombs and mines. Then they come back and noncha­ lantly look around to see if the older fellows have caught on yet or have begun to suspect anything. When they find that all is well, at some pre-arranged signal they are off again to their plotting.

I have a wonderful plan whereby to thwart this embryonic revolution, but I haven’t thought it up yet so I won’t print it h@r6.

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Perhaps it is not proper for me to criticize the policy of this publication, but I believe it is robbing the public of much interesting material by not publishing the ‘ ‘Co-ed Notes’’ column.

In addition to regaling our readers with voluminous accounts of who visited whom at whose house and how many curls has Mary, the coeds could tell, for instance, what an enjoyable evening the football team had after the Homecoming Banquet.

They would. I could, but “I’m no fool,” as the fellow said.

Speaking of the Homecoming Banquet — Ernie Lehninger’s “swing” band entertained, ’nuff said!

This apparently meaningless and nonsensical bit of doggerel verse was handed to me recently by a Sophomore.

The Sophomore’s Plight If I were a toad Quite ugly and gray I’d squat in the mud And sleep all day.

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But if I were a butterfly With beautiful wing I’d circle the buttercups — What a carefree thing!

But I’m not a toad Nor a butterfly bright So I’ll just have to sit here And ponder MY PLIGHT. “Not much to it,” I thought at first reading it. But then the last two lines caught my attention and slowly I began to wonder whether there might not be some hidden meaning there.

After some close questioning I learned from our Soph that when he speaks of “MY PLIGHT” he is not speaking for him­ self alone but for the whole Soph class. “Now,” you ask, “just what is this plight of the Soph class.” (Funny thing, that’s the very question I asked him too.) Well, it’s like this. Here these Sophs are, actually expected to go through a daily dreary routine of classes. Bad enough, we agree. But what is infinitely worse, these same Sophs are required to spend their evenings in preparation for classes. My Word! (I must confess, this is not my own phrase; Shakespeare uses it too. Also coeds.) Horror of Horrors ! Et Al! Such a waste of time when they could be having such cute parties, with girls, and stuff. “At least the president of the class should be exempt from the menial dayto-day duties of the ordinary student, for he is the one who makes all the preparations for our parties and furnishes us with (This is not a quotation from a petition companions (F). _ which the Sophs are preparing to present to the Faculty. So why bother about it ?)

Now if you fully comprehend the situation, you can readily understand how the writer of the poem could spend a whole Greek period in turning out his magnum opus. (I could print his name, but someone might accuse me of trying to get a drag with the Greek professor in whose class the deed was perpe­ trated. I would do this, but I don’t have that professor this year. So there!)

Mickey Bradtke celebrated his birthday on November 8.

As his birthday gift Mickey announced to the world at large that he is preparing a collection of curious and interesting facts in his new book titled “Do You Know-”. (Bradtke informs us that he is verifying each fact as he thinks it up, which explains why the book is so long in preparation.) We present here, from Bradtke’s book, a choice selection of hitherto unheard of events and phenomena.

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Do you know — — that the famous London Bridge now spans the Danube River (by Strauss) ?

— that pink elephants are extant in America? Come and see them on my ceiling some night. .. 一that the sidewalk in front of the dorm is in reality crooked?

—that no one has ever actually seen the Sprinter Statue ? It is merely an action of light waves upon the retina of the eye.

(Ed. Note: Bradtke says he found this information in a bottle floating off the western coast of Tivoli Island. Tsk, tsk, Bradtke, that’s a bit too strong, even for you.)

^ilnmnx JJotes Of course the biggest event in the annals of our Alumni since last we went to press was the Northwestern Homecoming, celebrated on November 4. Because of the prevailing fine weather and the superior character of our football team this year an unusually large number of Alumni were present for the afternoon games and the banquet of the following evening.

Many were old visitors at Homecoming events, while some were enjoying the first event of the kind since their graduation.

Among those present Professor Armin Schultz, ^2, and Tutor Conrad Frey, ’35，both from our school at Saginaw, Michigan, deserve especial mention because of the long distances they traveled to be with us on this occasion. Prof. Schaller of New Ulm，who read a paper at the Teachers’ Conference held in Watertown, Nov. 3rd and 4th also attended the homecoming festivities. Rev. Walter Keibel, ’13，of West Allis, Wis., was seen on the field taking snaps of the boys in action. Rev. William Sauer, of Milwaukee acted as toastmaster at the banquet.

Mr. Edgar Harmening，ex ’39，of Sleepy Eye, Minnesota, was visiting at Northwestern the first of the month.

With mission festivals still being observed, Prof. Walter Schumann, ’12 conducted services at Rev. Schaefer’s church in Milwaukee and Prof. Henry Schmeling, 798 for Rev. R. Pietz’s congregation at Lomira, Wisconsin, both on October 23rd.

Professors Elmer Kiessling, and Alexander Sitz, ’09, and Inspector E. J. Berg, ’10，all of Northwestern, have been substituting for Rev. L. Baganz, at Burlington, Wisconsin, since the latter is still ailing.

Rev. Ernst Kuehl, ’29，formerly of Lemmon, So. Dak., has been transferred to Union, Illiois. He preached his introductory sermon there on Nov. 6th.

On Oct. 23rd Prof. Gerald Martin, ’29 of Lutheran High, Milwaukee, officiated at mission festival services at Rev. Arnold Koelpin’s (graduated 1913) church in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin.

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President E. E. Kowalke and Professor Gustav Westerhaus, both graduates of 1908, dismissed classes last month while attending Central Conference at Pardeeville, Wis. It pleased the Lord to take from this life on October 19th Rev. S. A. Jedele, ’02, of Wilmot, Wis. For details see the Nov. 6th Northwestern Lutheran.

Rev. Herbert Lemke, ’28, formerly of Crandon, Wis., is now pastor in Michigan. We regret to say that we do not know the name of the city he is serving.

Reverend and Mrs. Adelbert Maas of New Ulm, Minnesota, announce the recent occurence of a blessed event. Pastor Maas is an alumnus of the year 1933.

FOOTBALL Aurora 6 Goslings 20 In their second conference start the Goslings spoiled Aurora’s Homecoming in downing the Illinois eleven by a score of 20—6.

The Goslings won the toss and chose to receive. Aurora kicked to the twenty-yard line, and six consecutive first downs with Sauer and Hempel lugging the ball took the ball to Aurora’s five. Three line bucks failed and then a pass from Sauer to Toepel was good for a touchdown. HempeVs kick was low. 6—0.

Aurora threatened only once during the first half, Sauer fumbled and Aurora recovered on their own forty. Three suc­ cessive first downs took the ball to the Gosling’s fifteen. Here the line held for four downs.

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Hempel had a decided edge over the Aurora kicker) in the third quarter, NWC took the ball on Aurora’s thirty. A march was halted on the two-yard line for two plays, but Sauer went over on a run around left end. Hempel kicked for the point.

13—0.

Shortly after the kickoff the Goslings gained possession of the ball in mid-field. A line play failed, and then a ten-yard flip from Sauer to Toepel was completed. Toepel outmaneuvered the Aurora secondary and scored after a forty-yard run.

Hempel connected. 20—0.

After that touchdown, Coach Umnus gave his reserves a chance to prove their ability, but in four plays Aurora carried the ball seventy yards to the Goslings’ five. Elliot smashed over tackle for Aurora’s only score. 20—6.

In the final quarter both teams threatened, but in each case the opposing line rose to great heights and smothered the ball carriers. In the final two minutes Aurora drove to the Gosling’s five, but that scoring threat was halted by the gun that signified the end of the game.

Aurora, it must be stated, did what no conference team has done in the last three years — they consistently stopped Sauer on his very effective off tackle drives.

The Lineups: N.W.C. Aurora L.£.

Toepel Drew Habben L.T. Ruby Wantoch L.G. Shelley Wiechmann C. Mills Schlenner Harding R.G. Naumann R.T. Clark Horn R.£.

Hogg Sauer Q.B. Elliot Koehler L.H. Seibert Hillmer R.H. Bird Hempel F.B. Lobb Substitutions: Jungkuntz, Ten Broek, Grabner, Hanke, Tabbert, Leyrer, Wadzinski, Franzmann, Hertler, Radtke.

NWC 25 Milton 0 The Goslings continued to be the only undefeated team in the conference when they smothered the heretofore highly effective passing game of the Milton eleven and in turn managed to shake “Nibs” Sauer loose for four touchdowns. The locals took advantage of the first break of the game and scored. After being held for two downs, Milton called a quick kick. But the Goslings blasted thru the Milton forward wall and blocked the 180

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In the second quarter, after an exchange of punts, the Goslings gained possession of the ball in midfield. Some nice running

by Sauer, pulverizing plunges by Hempel and Koehler, and a short pass to Toepel took the ball to the twenty. Sauer went over on the first successful off tackle play for the second touch­ down. Immediately after the kickoff Hillmer intercepted a pass on Milton’s forty and returned it to the twenty-five. Koehler smashed thru guard for ten, and once more Sauer crossed the line standing up. Shortly before the half ended Milton crossed into Goslings’ territory for the first time when a thirty-yard heave from R. Hull to Ranney placed the ball on the thirty-one.

I might state here that only once did Milton advance deeper into enemy territory.

The second half started slow. Neither team gained con­ sistently. Late in the third quarter a Milton punt was partly blocked and Northwestern recovered on the fifty. On the same play that scored the first touchdown. Hempel, who had missed the three previous kicks for point after touchdown, finally con­ nected.

Midway in the fourth quarter the Goslings shook “Nibs” Sauer loose for a thirty-yard run. A beautiful tackle downed him on the thirty-three. At this point the reserves entered the fray but didn’t produce enough power to score. After Toepel set Milton back on their two-yard line by downing a quick kick, the visitors opened up with some deceptive reverses. After advancing the ball sixty yards, Milton fumbled and North­ western recovered and held the ball till the end of the game.

The lineups: Milton N.W.C. Ranney Toepel L. £.

Reese L. G. Schlenner Carry Habben L. T. Burr Wiechmann C. Watson Wantoch R.G. Jones R.T. Naumann Luebke R.E. Horn Loofboro Koehler Q. B. K. Hull L.H. Sauer R. Hull Hillmer R.H. Abbott Hempel F. B. Substitutions: Tabbert, Hertler, Seehusen, Wadzinski, Franzmann, Hanke, Ten Broek, Jungkuntz, Graebner, Leyrer, Radtcke.

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The first ten minutes both teams felt each other out; neither team was able to gain consistently. After several punt ex­ changes, Sauer managed to slither off tackle for twenty yards.

The safety man pulled him down in midfield. On the next play the Goslings fumbled, and Concordia recovered. Crabtree, led by three hard blockers made ten yards around left end. Kahlingmade twenty-three around the right flank; Crabtree plunged over center for eight yards to the nine-yard line. The Gosling’s secondary pulled in to stop this powerful running machine. But Concordia opened its bag of tricks and scored on a double lateral behind the line that ended with Kahling tossing ten yards to V. Krause, who stood unguarded in the end zone. The kick was wide. 6—0.

The Goslings were aroused by the opponents’ touchdown and immediately set out on a downfield march. Sauer went around end for eight, Hempel pulled his way thru center and was brought down by the safety man after a twenty-five yard heave to Toepel was good to the Concordia twelve. Sauer picked up five off tackle. But here the drive was halted by a magnificent goal line stand of the husky teachers’ line. Con­ cordia kicked, and, after three tries, Hempel kicked from his fifty into the end zone. Once again the Teachers came to life.

Captain Kahling picked up eight off guard. Gersmehl circled end to the Northwestern twenty. Kahling plunged to the eight and then the three. The River Forest eleven scored on a trick play off spread formation that caught the Goslings off balance.

12-0.

The third quarter was a rapid exchange of punts, although at one time drives by Sauer and Reuschel advanced the ball to the Concordia thirty. Another drive was halted when Concordia intercepted a short pass on their own thirty-five. A quick kick that was downed on their own seven set the Goslings back momentarily but Hempel booted past midfield. The River Forest eleven was determined to score once more and did some splendid blocking for Crabtree, who raced fifty yards down the sideline to the seven-yard line. Kahling slashed off tackle for the final score. The kick was good. Final score, 19—0.

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The Lineups : NWC Concordia Toepel L.£.

Wurthmann Habben L.T. R. Krause Schlenner L.G. Gefeke Jungkuntz C. Leitz Wantoch KG. Damero Naumann R.T. Behrends Horn R.E. Teschler Koehler Q.B. Schmid Sauer L.H. Kahling Hillmer R.H. Socha F.B. Crabtree Hempel Substitutions: Ten Broek, Wiechmann, Hanke, Reuschel, Graebner.

Mission House 0 Goslings 29 The Northwestern eleven played its best game of the season before a very large Homecoming crowd on November fourth, when they downed the Mission House Muskies by the score of 29—0. The win established the Goslings as undisputed champi­ ons of the Tri-State College Conference. This makes the second straight season that the locals have gone undefeated in con­ ference competition.

The play started fast, and the Goslings went right to work.

After five minutes of play had elapsed, Hempel went over from the three-yard line after drives by Hempel and Sauer had ad­ vanced the ball from midfield. During the same quarter a punt downed on the Muskie’s two yard line set up the next bit of scoring. Standing in punt formation in his own end zone, Pence, Muskie fullback, was tackled for a safety after he recovered a bad pass from center. Near the end of the first quarter Sauer climaxed an extended downfield drive by dashing around left end.

The second quarter was a give and take affair until NWC obtained the ball on their own forty-five. After one first down, ‘•Chic” Hempel blasted his way thru the center of the visitors’ forward wall, bowled over three defensive backs, and then e scrampered the last twenty yards untouched. Hempel added his third point after touchdown. Score, 23—0.

The third quarter was a listless affair. On sheer power the Goslings offset two fifteen-yard penalties and drove to the Muskies’ four. Hempel bucked over for the final touchdown of the afternoon. Otto Pagels, plunging fullback, who was unable to compete this year, was inserted to kick the extra point, but as luck would have it, the kick missed by inches. The final 183

quarter was playedSduring a light drizzle, which naturally handi­ capped both elevens. , The best men on the field by far was one of the nine gradu­ ating Seniors, “Chic” Hempel. In addition to his splendid kicking, his plunging and defensive work were remarkable.

The Lineups: Mission House NWC Barton L.E. Toepel Klaudt L.T. Habben Rodel L.G. Schlenner Olson C. Jungkuntz Rammler R.G. Wantoch Rost R.T. Naumann Hodge R.E. Horn Heyl Q.B. Koehler Grau L.H. Sauer DeMotts R.H. Hillmer Pence F.B. Hempel Substitutions: Tabbert, Wadzinski, Ten Broek, Wiechmann, Hanke, Franzmann, Hertler, Leyrer, Graebner, Staffeil, Pagels, Seehusen.

At the Homecoming program after the game the followingwere awarded varsity “S’s’’： Captain Toepel, Schlenner, Jungkuntz, Wantoch, Hillmer, Hempel, Tabbert, Ten Broek, and Hertier — all Seniors. The following Juniors: Habben, Wiechmann, Naumann, Horn, Sauer.

Sophomores — Hanke. Frosh: Graebner, Staffeil, Koehler, Wadzinski. .

As a conclusion to the football season I wish to record NWC s 1938 record: NWC 33 Seminary 0 NWC 0 Lawrence 39 NWC 20 Platteville Miners 18 NWC 20 Aurora 6 NWC 25 Milton 0 NWC 0 Concordia Teachers (River Forest) 19 NWC 29 Mission House 0

BASKETBALL Twenty-five aspiring basketeers answered Coach LenUmnus1 call on November fourteenth. In addition to the five veterans IT Kuehl, Naumann, Horn, Schweppe, and Hackbarth, Coach pimi{?S select possibly five or six more men to wear the clack and Red for the coming season. Since this issue went to 184

I ^3Math press shortly after the first call was issued, this commentator is unable to select who he thinks will fit into Northwesternâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s machine. The Goslings will have three weeks to round into shape before they meet their first opposition. The schedule follows : Dec. 7 Ripon Here Dec. 9 Aurora Here Dec. 10 Extension There Dec. 12 Whitewater There Jan. 7 Miners There Jan. 11 Seminary Here Jan. 14 Mission House There Jan. 18 Engineers Here Jan. 21 Mission House Here Jan. 24 Milton Here Jan. 29 Seminary There Jan. 31 Extension Here Feb. 4 Engineers There Feb. 8 Whitewater Here Feb. 14 Milton There Feb. 18 Concordia Teachers (River Forest) Here Feb. 22 Miners Here

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— 186 La Neige ......................

187 Caroling.......................

190 Night Life of the Gods.

195 Crowder’s Inn..............

197 W. H.............................

199 New Year’s Resolution.

200 Moods in Music...........

201 King of the Woodwinds 203 Keats or Shakespeare ?. .204 The Life of a Grunt......

Twenty-two Days with a Bicycle…206 EDITORIALSWert des Sports!...........

An Oasis Gone Dry?.......

The Road to Success.....

Time on my Hands....... .

In Behalf of the Farmer A Blessed Age___ ___ CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM ATHLETICS ....... ....................

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Watertown, Wis., Dec. 1938

Number 7

Entered at the Postoftico at Watertown. VVis., as second class matter under Act of March 3, i879< Published monthly. Subscription, One Dollar.

LA NEIGE G. Fransmann

The fire in my bachelor’s cabin glows warm and friendly in the hearth. To venture forth on such a night as this seems foolish. But I must go; I want to go. My scarf is tight about my neck, my great coat firmly round me drawn. I turn down the lamp, unlatch the door, step out into a night so cold that at first I seem to choke as though some icy hand grips me tight around the neck. I must walk these seven miles across the bleak and drifted plain swiftly.

It’s not snowing —just clear and cold and much to quiet to be peaceful. I know it’s cold, for every time my boot falls on the snow it fairly crackles. The snow is deep, making every step more difficult. The stars seem unusually clear and twinkle feebly as though they were too cold to stay alive. How blue the snow is!— I’ve walked for nearly half an hour now, I think. And all the while the cold is becoming more biting and intense. My nostrils are lined with icy hoar-frost and the tip of my nose 186

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feels— no, I can’t feel it at all. It’s frozen stiff. My cheeks can feel the awful piercing, cutting knife of sub-zero cold. My fingers, too, although my fur mittens should protect them, are numbing at their tips as are my toes. The corners of my eyelids are freezing shut. Frost has accumulated on my lashes. Even my eyeballs feel as though some needle-pointed dagger of icicle was piercing them through the middle. I can’t talk — or make a sound. My lungs and all my breathing apparatus seem lined with choking frost. There’s no warmth at the pit of my stomach: just the start of a trembling which ends in a shiver— shaking my bones as though I were a skeleton and not alive at all.

I can hardly lift my feet —just shuffle the icy snow. Far ahead, I see the few lights that still are burning in the village whose church is now my goal. But first I must rest and muster strength enough to make it. I lie outstretched upon the snow.

I’m getting warm now — the cold’s not half so bad.

And as my eyelids yield to sleep’s unyielding bid, I hear the church tower’s clock strike twelve.

Peace on Earth! Christmas morning.

CAROLING I. Bade

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” This song of the angels at the occasion of Christ’s birth was the first true Christmas carol. These were the words that served as a pattern and theme for many of the best-loved carols of today. Though Christians from the Apostol­ ic Era on have always praised God with word and song for the gift of His Son, it was not until centuries later that caroling as we know it today began.

Just when and how this custom originated is hard to say, neither can one definitely trace every step in its development.

Although some trace the word carol back to the Greek chorauZeiw from chorus and aulein to play on the flute, others to the Latin corolla, a garland, coronet, or ring dance, it is generally admitted that the word at first signified the combined exercise of dance and song. From this one would conclude that caroling developed out of some pagan custom, many of which crept into the celebration of Christmas. This then also leads one to 187

砂J suppose that the*seeds date back to the fourth century. Some maintain that Aurelius Prudentius of that time wrote the first carols which were sung while the singers danced to their rhythm. It will perhaps shock the reader to learn that this dancing went on in the churches. There is, however, ample proof of this fact in the prohibiting decrees of certain councils.

Even thus this dancing persisted until the time of the Refor­ mation.

It was not until the thirteenth century that anything appeared which we can quite definitely accept as the real be­ ginning of the modern carol. In Italy the friars grouped around St. Francis of Assisi made plans for a manner of celebrating Christmas which would realistically inculcate in the common people the doctrine of the incarnation. St. Francis set up in the church the “crib” of the Savior in its traditional setting (a stable and earthen figures representing the Holy Family, an ox, and an ass). Around this a special group danced and sang the Christmas songs or hymns which his disciple Jacopane da Todi composed for that purpose. Jacopane da Todi was then the first real writer of carols. The fact that some of the most famous Latin Christmas hymns were written to dance tunes agrees with the view that thus the carol origi­ nated. In West Riding of Yorkshire children while caroling still carry “milly-boxes” (My Lady boxes) containing figures which represent the Virgin and the Child.

Naturally a good idea soon spreads. So this one in a short time found its way to Spain, France, England and Germany.

Christmas songs were composed in the native tongue and sung by the common people on the streets. In those days people had much more time at that season of the year. As street singing became popular, other songs crept in among the carols.

Gradually the good thing fell into abuse and disuse. Often drinking and general hilarity were connected with it and the hymns became drinking songs, politely known in England as wassail songs. As is still done today at Queen’s College, Oxford, a carol was sung at the bringing in of the boar’s head.

Early this singing also became a pretext for the asking of alms.

Even the better songs that originated in this time were little more than legendary in content as Joseph ivas an Old Man, I Saiv three Ships Come Sailing In, and The Camel and the Crane will illustrate.

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From the life of Luther you know that certain students (Kurrende-schueler) got the means for their education by singing in the streets throughout the year and that Luther for a time was one of their number. There is no ready informa­ tion about caroling customs in Germany at this time，but judging from what follows in subsequent centuries, one can be sure that here too people sang their Christmas songs in the streets and that here too these songs degenerated and were either mere drinking songs or legendary in content after the manner of the Roman Church.

As everything else in the religious field had degenerated in the Middle Ages, so this too. It remained for the Reformation to put new life and content into the carol and to rid it of its abuses. By bringing the Gospel back in its truth and purity, Luther gave the world a new inspiration for Christmas and Christmas songs. He himself, feeling the need of the common people to have some songs with which they could properly praise God and confess their faith, wrote many hymns, quite a number of which deal with the story of Christ’s birth.. Those must have been joyous Christmas days when first those songs were sung. As the reformation spread so the writers of truly Christian carols became more and more numerous. At the same time the rediscovered Gospel helped limit and check many of the existing abuses.

We go back to England, which boasted that it was the stronghold of caroling. Here the carolers were called "waits.”

A group of these waits would go from house to house and seranade, if you will pardon the term, the occupants with the favorite songs. Both the name and the custom still exist in some parts. The first authorization for a collection of carols was issued to Thomas Tysdale in 1562. Not quite a century later the Puritans, who wanted to abolish everything of pagan origin connected with the celebration of the nativity, caused this custom to disappear. With the Restoration, however, it was back, hale and hearty. Soon a new collection was made 一 "The New Carols for the Merry Time of Christmas, to Sundry Pleasant Tunes.”

The next two centuries saw the favorites of today com­ posed or translated and arranged from the Latin. The First Noel; Hark, the Herald Angels Sing by Charles Wesley; While 189

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Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night by Nahum Tate; 0 Come, All Ye Faithful are some of those written during the eighteenth century. 0 Little Town of Bethlehem by the American Phillips Brooks and the German Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht by Joseph Mohr and Franz Gruber were written in the last century.

During this time caroling seemed to be part of Christmas everywhere. Then as the holiday became more and more com­ mercialized, people didn’t seem to have time for this any more.

Still the custom continues to exist, even in hasty America. I know of a town in the dustbowl of the Dakotas where, though it be ten or twenty degrees below zero, the various groups of carolers will go from house to house and sing songs of joy and good cheer in the new-born Savior. Also in larger towns and in the big cities various organizations sing for the edification of the aged and the shut-ins. It is a good custom and should be more widely observed. Let us slow down a bit and go caroling this Christmas.

NIGHT LIFE OF THE GODS Sigmund Hillmer

For several weeks I had been reading stories of ancient mythology. The escapades of Jupiter, the boisterous revels of Bacchus, and the amorous expeditions of Cupid were a source of delightful entertainment. One night I stayed up later than usual perusing my “Bulfinch’s Classical Myths” and I fell asleep.

Somewhat later I awoke at the sound of someone en­ tering my study room. The nocturnal visitor was none other than Mercury himself, the messenger and herald of the Olympic gods.

“Greetings, Oh Earthborn!” said he. “Tliou hast found favor in the sight of the gods. Thy diligent search­ ings into the history of our immortal family have not gone unnoticed. Jupiter, powerful wielder of the cloud-splitting lightning, hath decided to honor thee with a royal visit.

Business has been lousy up our way lately, and besides, the Queenly mother goddess Juno is a judge at a baby contest.

Behold, even now does he wait without (without Juno).

Come and greet your expectant guest.”

“But,” I objected, “It is cold outside. There is snow Oil the ground. Dressed in sandals and loose tunics, as 190

you are, you will all be uncomfortable, to say the least.”

“Now then, child of man, don’t be that way. Rememberest thou not that Jupiter is the gatherer of clouds and snows, and the dispenser of gentle rains and winds? Of a surety, he will provide favorable weather for the night off.”

And behold, the weather was as balmy as a night in Waikiki. We walked to the street where the chariot of Apollo was standing. Apollo himself was standing in the front of the chariot holding the reins. Cupid, looking as youthful as a ten-year old boy and twice as mischievous, sat balancing himself on one side of the chariot.

"Hi yiih, Sucker,” he greeted me.

“Silence, youngster,reprimanded Jupiter as he rose from his sitting position on the back step of the chariot.

Up to this time he had been wrapped in deep meditation.

“Welcome to our midst,” said lie with an impressive sweep of his unclad, right arm. Then in a lower tone he queried, “Knowest thou of any fair maiden in this neck of the woods that doth?”

“Well I................”

“Ixnay. Hast thou forgotten our wager that tliou must not mess around with any fair lass as long as I refrain from imbibing?” Who but Jovial Bacchus should be utter­ ing these words of jestful warning.

“Then, in truth, I must needs begin to look for a girl at once. By the time I find one you will probably be shoot­ ing the stars and other heavenly bodies through the bot­ tom of a wine glass.”

Here Apollo interrupted them. “Fordo and Den ash are growing impatient. Let us be on our way before they run off and leave us here without wherewithal to trans­ port us to our destination.M We all quickly piled in and were soon rolling down the avenue.

“Whence to, first?” asked our deft driver.

“Why not drive down Main Street?” I suggested.

“That’s where everyone goes when there is nothing else doing. There isn’t anything doing down town, either, but I guess everyone poes down to see who else is down town doing nothing” I befuddlingly explained.

“If it be so.” said my imperial host, “then shall we to there and make something of it.”

A few minutes later as we were slowly driving past the lighted store windows an elderly woman stared at us through a golden pince-nez.

“How positively shocking,” she fumed. “I wonder in 191

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what kind of an outfit these college students will be mas­ querading next time.”

“Boy, watch me knock off yon damsels, posing in. yon dresses,” boasted young Cupid.

“Half a sovereign you miss,” wagered Bacchus.

“You’re on,” replied the confident archer. He let fly, and his arrow struck the standing figure in the shoulder.

But there was a crash and a clatter of glass.

“Now look. You’ve gone and broken a big show win­ dow and pierced a store dummy with, your arrow. “Crowds were gathering and someone was calling, “Help police, stop thief, murder, help!”

“Cheese it, da screws,” yelled our little mischief maker.

“Now Dan, have you been reading those detective ma­ gazines again,” reprimanded Jove. “You give that last issue to me as soon as we get back. Do you hear?”

But a squad car was approaching rapidly. We began to get under way with remarkable speed. The pursuing police car tried its best to catch up with us.

“Get a horse!,f teased Cupid as we drew away from them with a volley of sparks, a cloud of dust and a hearty, *'I-Ii-yo Fordo!” As we were skimming along in our float­ ing power job, Jupiter inquired as to our destination.

My guide, Mercury, who had been silent up to now, spoke, “In my journeys through tlie sky I came across a new nightclub called The Hangout.’ It is not far from here.

A certain Sir Benjamin Goodman who calls himself the King of Swing is holding forth there.”

“Why then, let us go to visit this earth king and see what he has to offer,” said kingly Jupiter.

“I too, would like to go and see if his music can hold a Roman caudle to mine,” added Apollo.

So we went to “The Hangout.” Luckily there was a masquerade party in progress, and we didn’t arouse any undue comment. One man dressed in a toga even compli­ mented us. Said he, “How in tlie world do you keep from tripping all over yourself. I’m having a miserable time tonight.” ‘*It，s an art, my friend—an art,” laughed our leader.

“My unfailing instinct tells me that the bar is over in this direction,” volunteered Bacchus.

“That’s not instinct, that’s just habit/* bantered Ju­ piter. Just then we entered a long cocktail lounge. The wall in back of the bar was covered with mirrors which reflected countless bottles of various colored nectars. We sat down on. some green overstuffed stools that lined the brilliant bar.

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Bacchus being right at home, took hold of the situa­ tion and ordered up the drinks.

“Come now, my good man,” said he to the bartender, “fetch us some of the heart warming drinks. Give us some wine that sparkles even as the wine-colored Aegean.

And don’t bring us those thimble-sized glasses. Bring some of those goblets.” He pointed to some large water glasses.

But cap’n,” objected the man behind the bar.

“Don’t ‘but’ me, fellow. In my abode I keep three cup bearers hustling when I once get warmed up to the subject.

“Sure, sure,” soothed the barkeeper. However, as he was handing across the tumblers, he said, “But don’t you start anything when you’re plastered. This is a respect­ able joint and we won’t have no drunks messin’ up the place. See?” After Bacchus had once started drinking, it seemed Old that the bartender’s warning had been needless.

Liber kept pouring ’em down as though he were a sponge.

One could just see his sanguinary proboscis gradually be­ come more sanguine. But when we left to go to the ball­ room and he asked, “Will someone help me through one of those three doors?” I began to have my doubts as to his sobriety.

“Come,” said Apollo with impatience. “I would indeed like to hear and see this King Goodman. I, the father of all music, must needs find out what this latest outgrowth of my flute family is.”

We thereupon entered the magnificently decorated blue room where the orchestra was giving out rhythmic and impressionistic compositions.

Upon looking up at the ceiling we all gave little cries of “All” and “Oh.” There, above us, seemed to be the open blue sky with all its twinkling constellations. But upon closer observation it turned out to be a miniature sky vi­ vidly reproduced. Here under this blue canopy of the heavens was the softly lighted blue room. The darkened walls with their more darkened booths, except for small lights which were often turned out, looked out over a pol­ ished glass dance floor. The lights from underneath play­ ing upon inlaid mirrors stood out against the dark surround­ ings. On this calm sea of crystal did the dancers, having put their frames together, sway to lilting melodies and throbbing tom-toms.

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(xnlt 兔e衣】 already got himself tangled up with some clinging vine.

He called us over and introduced us to some baby-faced blond.

This,” he said, “is Miss,—er~what’s the name?一Oh yes一Miss Scattergood.一Babe Scatterface—er I mean— Scattergood.”

“Hi yuh, boys,” she cooed. “Say, is that true what this bird is trying to hand me? He says he’s as old as the hills.”

“Oh yes, my little one, I have seen thousands of years roll by.

"Gee, and yuh don’t look a day over five hundred,” said the yellow grapevine.

“Boy, that should hold you for a while,” we burst out laughing.

“Come, my little Scatterbrains. I would have words with you,” said our hero as he not too gently led his prey to the open French doors which led to an empty moonlit terrace.

Our attention was at this time directed to the orches­ tra by our friend of the lyre.

“Behold, this music, of a certainty, hath a great deal of something. Perhaps it is an overdose. I do not know wliat it is yet, but I shall ponder on it until I discover what this subtle but basic change may be. Hark, even now the leader is speaking. Let us listen.”

“And now, all you hep cats, we have a surprise treat for you . It is one of Raymond Scott’s latest creations.

The name of this apropos little ditty is ‘Sliding Down a Kilocycle to Columbia Square’. It is one of the numbers that he is currently featuring over his little short wave radio station W6POJ. All right boys, let ’er slide.”

We all sat there and listened to one of the oldest musi­ cal concoctions that has ever been played or not played.

In the midst of this delightfully distracting music we were interrupted by an excited and breathless Mercury. He had gone outside to get a breath of air to brush out some of the cobwebs which had settled in his head after the adven­ ture with the wine glasses.

“If this isn’t just our luck/1 he exclaimed. “The first night we’ve been able to get away in years, and then this has to happen. Juno couldn’t decide which baby at the con­ test was prettiest, so she didn’t pick any winner. Instead she came back home and found that we were gone. Nep­ tune informed her that we might be here on earth, and she’s coming faster than the winged horse, Pegasus. Call Jupiter, and let us depart with all haste.

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About twenty-seven seconds later we were screaming through the sky.

“We，ll have to drop you off without stopping,” said Apollo. “Do you tliink you can jump into your open window?”

“If you just slow down a little, I’ll make it all right,” I replied confidently. That dago-red wine certainly didn’t hurt my self confidence any.”

Then as we drew alongside tlie building, I jumped clumsily from the chariot, slipped, and fell on my neck right on the study room floor.

As I painfully gathered myself together from off the floor, I saw the early morning light creeping into my win­ dow. My study lamp was burning and shedding a needless light. On my table lay the open copy of “Bulfinch’s Classi­ cal Myths.” And upon the back of my head I had a recently acquired bump. Perhaps it was the bump of knowledge.

CROWDER’S INN Louis E. Pingel

“We’ll have to carry those old potatoes out and make room for the new ones in the potato cellar today. It’s almost time to dig the potatoes and we want to have the cellar ready. There aren’t so many left down there, but there are sprouts and dirt to be removed,” Mr. Prior said to his thirteen-year-old grand­ son Ned one day in the fall of 1910. The boy went to the barn and returned with bushel baskets and a shovel which he had loaded into a little cart. It would be easier to haul the old potatoes away than to carry them.

The cellar was a dismal and gloomy place. No electric light shed forth radiant beams and the lantern rays were almost swallowed up at once by the darkness. Spiders left their webs and crept back into the shadows, and occasionally a mouse scampered away from the intruder’s path. Ned always said the cellar was "spooky.” At any hour of the day or night it was still as death.

After about an hour’s work Ned was becoming tired of carrying baskets of sprouts and dirt up the stairs. “We seem to be digging a little more dirt out of this corner every year when we clean up these old spuds,” the grandfather said.

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the shovel in the corner and sat down on the bushel basket to rest. ‘‘Didn’t that make a funny thud, when I dropped the shovel, grandfather? It sounded hollow there.” The man picked up the shovel and tapped on the ground. It does seem hollow, alright. Let’s dig a little of this dirt away. We’ll see what’s under there.”

After digging away the dirt both discovered to their astonishment that in the potato corner there were but six inches or so of dirt over what appeared to be a timber floor.

Forgetting that they were tired, both now worked and cleared the floor as much as possible. Close to the center of the room they found a trap door. After several attempts to raise it the door finally yielded, and from the black cavity beneath a rank odor arose. The grandfather held the light into the opening and they saw an old stairs leading to a cellar below.

"Maybe there’s wine in there, or maybe some treasure — like buried gold,” the boy exclaimed as both climbed down the stairs. Ned’s eyes pierced the gloom more rapidly than his grandfather’s. His scream attracted the old man’s attention.

The light revealed a heap of some eighteen or twenty human skeletons! For a moment both stood in awed silence. The grandfather was the first to regain his speech, while the boy still stood as if paralyzed. “Ned, we must agree, you and I, right here, never to say a word of this discovery to anyone.

Now let’s get out of this hole because I can’t stand the smell much longer.” After climbing out, they carefully covered the door again and smoothed out the floor. In the days that followed the two hauled sand into the basement, covering the skeletons, and filling up the entire room.

“Let’s go over to neighbor Benton and see if he can tell us something about the history of this old house. He’s the oldest settler in these parts, and if there’s anything strange about the place, as there must be, he should know. Under no condition, however, tell him of the discovery of those skeletons, Ned.” Mr. Benton told them quite an interesting story that night.

“Years ago, I remember, they used to call the place Crowder’s Inn. In those days there were no railroads through here and the closest shipping connections were at Milwaukee. People hauled their goods down there by team from all over the state.

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卜咕e JKctdl哪一 journey there and back in a day had to have places to stay over night. There must have been many such inns throughout the country with accommodations for man, beast and wagons. The house in which you now live was such an inn. *'Farmers would stay at the inns on their way to Milwaukee, and also on their return after having disposed of their goods at the shipping center. I used to like to watch people come to the inn on one day and harness up and pull out for Milwaukee early on the next day. I’d see them coming back in a few days too. Then I heard stories of people who never returned home again, who never seemed to have left the inn. Relatives even came down here several days later, searching in vain for people who hadn't returned home. At that time it didn’t seem strange to me that the innkeeper was always quite well to do, but later I thought there might be some connection between his getting richer and the disappearance of the travelers. It’s still an un­ solved mystery, though.”

While driving home the grandfather said, “That room which we discovered contains the answer to many mysteries, beyond a doubt, but it wouldn’t do any good to say anything about the discovery. Years later you can relate the story as one of your boyhood experiences.” When Mrs. Prior heard the story, she believed they ought to sell the house as soon as possible. None of them said a word about the second cellar and in six months the house was in other hands. Today the high­ way passes directly over the spot where Crowder’s Inn once stood.

Author’s Note: This narrative is based on a true story related to me by the man who, more than 25 years ago, helped his grandfather clean up the ‘‘potato corner’’ in the cellar of their home in Central Wisconsin. The names here used are of course fictitious.

W. H. G. H.

The sonnets of Shakespeare are a closed book to most people, to many college students, and to some litterateurs. In the final analysis there are certain details which even Shakesperian scholars have left unsolved. However, the wealth of material already found in analyzing and explaining them has 197

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been of such vast importance in their correct understanding and interpretation that the basic elements must be known to enjoy these wonderful poems. Without the key that unlocks this coffer of poetic wealth the whole series of sonnets is sadly disrupted and is reduced to a mass of heterogeneous fragments, at times nonsensical, and therefore insulting, to the scholar, This insular opinion held sway among all classes of readers from the date of their first appearance until the beginning of the last century. Malone and Tyrwhitt were the first scholars to recognize the intrinsic beauty of the poems, and to venture a guess as to their autobiographical nature. Since then the beauty and poetic qualities of the sonnets have been consistently surging to the front with an insistence not to be denied. How­ ever, of the various theories presented on the question of the autobiographical meaning of the sonnets, none has been defi­ nitely proved to be the one and only correct theory.

To get the full import of this statement, one must go some­ what more into detail as regards the question in general. In the invocation we read: To the Onlie Begetter of these Insuing Sonnets Mr. W. H. all Happinesse and that Eternitie promised by our Everliving Poet Wisheth the Well-wishing adventurer in setting forth. The tremendous significance and importance of W. H. can hardly be grasped at first glance. In the sonnets themselves Shakespeare alludes to him as: ‘‘Thou art all my art, and dost advance As high as learning my rude ignorance;— “Ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate.”

W. H. was not the “begetter of these Insuing Sonnets” only, but was the “begetter,” the inspiration for many of Shakespeares dramas. This we see from: “How can my Muse want subject to invent, Whilst thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse Thine own sweet argument’’一 The first scholars to offer a solution ventured the names of the Earl of Southampton and that of Lord Pembroke. The former was the one to whom two previous poems had been dedicated, *'Venus and Adonis” and the “Rape of Lucrece.”

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tion. The brilliant Oscar Wilde presented the new theory so much more clearly and interestingly than any previous literary satellites that, although at times bordering on fiction because of its very because of its very brilliancy, it is the most pausible and logical thus far presented. His solution as to the identity of W. H. is briefly this: W. H. is the boy actor for whom he created Ophelia, Imogen, Juliet, Rosalind, Desdemona, and other female leads.

These sonnets, which comprise as unified a drama as any of the plays, is definitely no conglomerate mass of fragments.

The sequence of the plot is briefly this—There are two friends.

The younger is above the elder in social station. He is endowed with personal charm and beauty. He is wayward, fickle, and lends a receptive ear to the flattery that his youth and position attract to him, As the crowning example of inconsistency he makes love to his friend’s mistress and wins her from him. In spite of all this, however, the friend remains steadfast in his affection for the youth, even renouncing his mistress for his sake—a renunciation that is practically the climax of the Sonnetdrama.

The only way, finally, for each one to prove the validity of this theory to himself is to read and study the sonnets with this story and this explanation in mind.

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION JF. W.

Outside 一 the mid-winter snow 一 a snow “silent and soft and slow” 一 was covering the world. Inside — here in his gloomy room—was silence—a silence more silent than thought.

An attack of asthma had forced him to remain at home — alone with the servants — while his parents went to the Race Track Tavern for their New Year’s dinner — which he too had attended last New Year’s day — but today he lay here — on the horsehair sofa which his mother had moved to the window so he could look out on the street below — look out 一 and think 一 and think — and think: ‘‘Must I spend my life here—on a black sofa — helpless — an invalid ?’’

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to the river, where, he realized, he might never go — for if he did go out of the house, the other fellows taunted him — mercilessly — unrelentingly — for they were quick — uncannily, brutally quick to discern his shyness — his feeling of inferiority 一 his sense of timidity and impotence. He knew this all too well 一 it had happened countless times — and it was an aggra­ vating factor of the weakened condition of his young body — of his susceptibility to attacks of his portentous disease.

As a servant lit the gas lights in the chandelier the boy turned from his contemplation of the cold scene outside to the warmth of the room — the room which had become nauseating to him—with its air of wealth and luxury. There on his writing desk lay his books — left there on the day before by his tutor— unopened — unable, in spite of their graphic descriptions of battles — of deeds of patriots — and above all — action 一 in spite of all this unable to satisfy his desire, his yearning and craving for personal action — for competition — for the oppor­ tunity of risking danger 一 all of which, he knew — and reluc­ tantly admitted — he might never experience 一 except in his imagination and dreams. At this thought a spirit of resentment stirred in the young breast― vague at first—but ever growing —growing — urging him to do something — do something — to awaken — to come to life —to live and breathe — to be a man!

In a moment he seized his pencil and wrote — wrote furiously — yet with a certain resolution and determination: "I •. •. hereby solemnly resolve on this first day of January, 1872, to begin at once to get well. I shall start today to follow a course of physical exercises which will develop my body that I can take my place among other normal healthy men.”

Twenty-nine years later —upon the death of President Mc­ Kinley —the weak, asthmatic lad — now grown to a vigorous, robust man — succeeded to the presidency of the United States.

MOODS IN MUSIC G. H.

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fancies and haphazard dreams, which surge out and flood into the inmost recesses of the mind. In some few instances such an ideal is possible. To the layman, however, the part that the fantasy plays is rather insignificant. This is a delicate plant, and must be tended with lavish care if it is to survive. Building a structure on a firm foundation is always a safe venture, and so, in expanding the Einbildungskraft, if certain tangible evi­ dences mark the starting-point, its future existence is promised greater flexibility and variety without any danger of a dis­ tressing relapse. To get to a concrete example of what I am trying to say. In Beethoven’s “Fifth” the four introductory notes, powerful, foreboding, somber, boom out the theme which persists, in modified variations as well as in repetitions of the original, throughout all four movements.

These four notes are the drum-beats of fate. Beethoven intended them to be such. Without this knowledge the dilletante music lover will gradually be forced to take notice of the incessant repetition, and, if he is at all observant, will want to know what the meaning of the persistent identical notes imply.

Just as fate is an inescapable element in every man’s life, so are these notes in the strains of the symphony. Beethoven then proceeds to apply the workings of fate on the life of the individual by various musical forms and figures. If we may call this operation an exercise of the imagination, on a very small scale of course, this one fact becomes quite evident. A healthy, wholesome imagination requires two equally potent factors: a fair amount of knowledge concerning the idea which the composer is expressing, as far as that may be possible, and then on the other hand the imagination proper. If we have facts without fancy, we might be inclined to show a mocking attitude toward the composition; if we have fancy without facts we are apt to end up in some psychical god-forsaken waste-land.

“KING OF THE WOODWINDS” T. P. B.

It still is a debatable point whether Joseph Denneys inven­ tion of the clarinet was a benefit to mankind or not. Even though the clarinet was invented in 1690 it still is the most modern of all instruments. The saxophone has also been de­ veloped in the last century, but it is a question whether it is a musical instrument or just an instrument.

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?♦ But do you want to be the life of the party? Learn to play the clarinet. You might as well squeak insterd of being a squeak.

The clarinet is an orchestra in itself. It can be as woody and sardonic as the oboe, brilliant and piercing as a trumpet, soft and lilting as the flute and as subtle as the violin. Take up the clarinet; it’s the jack of all trades in musical composition.

Originally the clarinet was a “one holer”. In this modern day it has twenty-three and I’m not talking of a golf course either. Of course the original “one holer” tried the ingenuity of the player to the utmost. The tones were produced by covering the hole wholly or not wholly, producing mostly sub and over tones. The one advantage of that type of clarinet was that no one knew what the player was trying to play. Some­ times he knew.

With the invention of the single mouthpiece a great struggle arose. The virtuosos of that time couldn’t decide whether the upper lip or the lower should touch the reed.

Arguments ranged from the “sublime to the ridiculous”.

Finally the most ridiculous argument won out. If the upper lip touched the reed people could see whether or not the player be­ lieved in keeping his reed clean or not. Since most players don’t, the reed was turned down—not rejected — and the lower lip began to caress the bamboo. The player could then hide his reed against his chin.

Of course different styles of players developed, three to be exact. The first proup has the misfortune of not looking like a clarinet player. For instead of letting their hair grow and at least looking like a genius, they cut their hair twice a month.

Every minute this group spends on a clarinet is time wasted.

They gingerly pick it up, shove it into their oral cavity, clamp their hands on it as though they would never let go (looks are deceiving), and then they begin to make a noise that would wake the soundest sleepers. The first note is a piercing squeak that puts to shame the creaking of an old Red River lumber wagon. But that was only the first note. To be candid, the rest aren’t much worse. , The second type may be called the medium haired group.

They get hair cuts once a month. The fierceness of their expressions puts them into a class by themselves. Their eyes sparkle, but that might be the fire of genius coming forth.

Their manner of holding the clarinet is unique. Usually it is held parallel to the body, and perpendicular to the floor, unless Mother Nature provided the opposite of an abdominal cavity.

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get hair cuts. The nonchalance and ease with which they hold the clarinet marks them as the finished product — potential Benjamin Goodmans or Arturo Shaws. Yes, the finished product is something to behold, like peacocks strutting in their own vanity. But have you ever seen the look on a ‘‘finished product’s” face if he lets out a healthy squeak? Mortification, disillusionment, pain, all together in one; but don’t ever think that the player will let on that the squeak came from him. No, he will look at the player next to him as though he gave the “dutch concert” and laugh a silly laugh. In the quiet of his chamber the virtuoso will sit, playing his song to the moon trying to express his miserable emotions. Pipe dreams • • • • None have developed musical technique as much as the modern “sliver-lutschers”. The take-offs might not be music, but they do display a mastery of technique. Swing demands perfect coordination of mind and fingers.

The bane of every clarinet player’s existence is the reed.

Only a little piece of bamboo, but it has made more “suckers” of men than any other thing. If one has a good reed, one hasn’t it long; for the fates are against it. The reed either splits or won’t vibrate.

Thus the clarinet has developed; what the future will bring is uncertain, With the development of the new crystal clarinet quite a few things should be “cleared up.”

Keats or Shakespeare ?................

N KEAT’S “Ode to a Grecian Urn” the poet expresses his conception of the Platonic theory of recollection, which to a surprizing degree tinged not only most of Keats’ works, but permeated a good deal of the best in English poetry and prose.

Wordsworth and Browning are two of the chief exponents in the Romantic and Victorian periods respectively, with Wordsworth’s “Intimations on Immortality” being the high-water mark of a modified and degenerated Platonism.

Keats was an ardent student of classical Greece, and although he never was versed in the original, he so steeped himself in the life and times of Attica during the reign of the Athenian hegemony that his poems are astoundingly true to the Athenian life as we know it. He presented a truer picture of classical Greece than did Shelley, even though the latter had the distinct advantage of knowing the original well. Shelley always had a copy of some Greek author with him, and even had a copy of Homer in his pocket when his body was found tossed by the waves onto the shore of the Mediterranean. Keats, there­ fore, knew his Plato as well as did Shelley.

In his “Ode to a Grecian Urn” Keats says: “Heard melodies are sweet, But those unheard are sweeter.”

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A true, typical Platonic observation. The concrete, the reality is an inferior, faded representation of the perfect, the ideal, abstract quality. Although not as sweeping nor as pene­ trating as the metaphysical theory presented by the Greek philosopher, it is quite apparent, that the two have much in common. Plato theorizes: “The idea, not the single specimen.”

His protasis is more generic than that of the quotation cited of Keats. The gulf between Keats’ two statements is narrower both in thought and expression.

The versatility of Shakespeare’s genius does not allow itself to be bound by the governing ideas of any one man. How­ ever, for our purposes, just one side of his metaphysical views will be given. This happens to be a totally un-Platonic idea, in fact a contradictory opposite of the Greek’s supposition, and a typically English, materialistic attitude. In sonnet LIV he says: ‘‘the rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.”

One must admit that the rose, when seen in one’s imagina­ tion, is a “thing of beauty, a joy forever,” but as for Will Shakespeare, he not only wants to see this beautiful creation, but he also wants to inhale the fragrant bouquet, and feel its silky texture. No Plato here, what-soever.

Thus we see that modern man, though he may be akin to his neighbor in his Faustian temperament, may in one instance be truly classic, and then again, truly modern.

G. H. THE LIFE OF A GRUNT H. S.

I wager that you who read the title are wondering just what a grunt is. Webster doesn’t enlighten you a bit with “a groan — a deep guttural sound.” (— Maybe I’m wrong at that.

The groaning might accompany the strenuous work, and the deep guttural sound is probably a muffled phrase of cuss words.) A grunt is the lowest form of human machinery used by companies who specialize in the sale of electricity and the repairing and erecting of electric lines. His job consists of — wait, I’ll turn the calendar back a few months and let you witness one day in the life of said grunt.

At quarter to seven — the grunt appears at the store room.

He takes a seat on the greasy floor (The six bosses — you see, everyone is a grunt’s boss — are using all the available chairs and boxes,) At seven the grunt hurries out into the garage and sees to it that the truck used for line work is supplied with gas, oil, water, and that a fresh supply of drinking water is taken 204

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on. The truck must be loaded with implements far to numerous to mention. Occasionally one of the bosses helps, but this happens so seldom that the grunt stands in a dead faint for hours whenever it does.

At seven-fifteen the truck pulls out. (A grunt can be recognized by his position on the truck. He always stands on the platform in the rear.) The first stop is the pole yard where poles of various lengths are piled. Already the grunt has visions of things to come, because whenever the bosses stop here, they’ve something in mind. And remember, dear reader, that all these poles at some time or other will rest with their butts five or six feet under the earth’s surface. The selected pole (the grunt was afraid of that) is loaded onto the trailer attached to the truck. The next stop is a spot about two miles from nowhere. “Nimm die digging tools ab! (an iron bar, a short shovel, an eight foot shovel, and an eight-foot spoon.)

Grab’s Loch grad hieah! (right in the center of a rubbish pile — the only one for blocks around) Ftinf Fusz is tief genug! Wieah komm in aStund zurtick!” And so the grunt is left to his fate.

The dry summer caused the garbage to rot quite well, to say the least, and the lack of precipitation kept the ground as hard as a rock. Invariably in an engineering project of this kind some extraordinarily clumsy rocks appear at the four-foot level or be­ yond. Two hours pass, and the grunt has finally dug a hole two feet in diameter and four feet and eleven inches deep. As soon as the bosses are convinced that the hole is deep enough, the setting of the pole begins. The grunt manages the gin. (Now don’t get me wrong —our gin is a triangular affair of heavy steel. The device holds the pole in position while the pikers take a blow — (you see, the bosses do work once in a while.)

After the pole is set, the grunt removes the excess dirt while the bosses cool off.

And it’s off for another job —this time to take down a transformer (you know, those black boxes hanging on the light poles) • The Rrunt untangles the rope blocks and sends them up on the hand line that the man on the pole threw down just for that purpose. At the same time a call comes down for: “Zwei glassahne insulations!” (This gives the grunt who has had baseball experience an advantage.) He takes the insulators and with unerring (?) accuracy tosses them thirty feet upward to 205

the man” on the pole. Loading the transformer on the truck completes the job. The grunt coils up the handlines in true cowboy fashion, and everything is set to go. The transformer is unloaded at the storeroom by the grunt, and he wrestles it into the proper place while the bosses get further orders.

A stove service is next. The grunt places a hundred and fifty pound coil of number six wire and a three spool — two spool on the truck. On arrival at the scene, the grunt begins stringing the wire from pole to house. He carries the ladder up to the house, shags the right length bolts, sends the torch and solder up to the man on the pole and in a short while rushes them to the man on the housetop. While the high paid help iron out their difficulties, the grunt wanders off to a small apple tree in the corner of the lots for a few samples. Quarter to twelve finds the gang pulling in. The grunt cleans off the truck. Eventually he gets his turn to wash off the grease and grime, and there’s plenty of it. Pm telling you. Then home to dinner.

A quarter to one finds the grunt giving up his seat in the shade to a boss who just came in. At one o’clock one of the big shots says, “Du kannst heutNachmittag wire splicin’！” Wire splicing, in my opinion, is the world’s meanest job. The work has to be done in the remotest corner in the storeroom, a spot that still is filled with last summer’s heat. Add to this the heat driven off by the live steam main that run right overhead and the heat sent off by the blowtorch that is used to solder the connections. The sum total — very, very hot. And what’s more, there’s nobody around to break the silence. Four o’clock —the grunt, swimming in perspiration, fills out his time card.

But he’s happy. And why not! He’s earned a couple of bucks.

TWENTY-TWO DAYS WITH A BICYCLE B. Kuschel

As one enters Germany, one is astonished at seeing the in­ numerable bicycles being used. Girls, boys, mothers, fathers, grandmothers, and grandfathers all push their way to their destinations on bicycles. Stores use bicycles to deliver goods, while mothers and fathers have bicycles fitted with baskets so that they might carry their little children with them. Very often one sees entire families pedaling their way to the country 206

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The students in Berlin soon persuaded me that if I really wanted to become acquainted with the life of German youth, it would be very necessary for me to purchase a bicycle and tour with them. Soon after I had purchased one, two of the students invited me to spend a week-end with them in Spreewald.

Thinking Spreewald was merely a little bicycle ride from Berlin, I gladly accepted.

One morning we arose at five o’clock, and after eating our breakfast and packing some sandwiches, we were on our way.

Having pushed my bicycle for three hours, my legs and body in­ formed me that I just wouldn’t be able to endure this form of exercise much longer. But since I continually was being teased about the weakness of my race, I did not dare to inform my companions of the fact. I finally did think up a way to inform them that I was thirsty and that I should like to have a drink.

It was then that Wolther pulled out his watch and nonchalantly informed me that in four more hours we should be in Spreewald.

Fortunately, however, dark clouds which hovered over us earlier in the day, now began shedding their contents to come to my rescue. After four hours of riding I finally had an opportunity to rest! An old man was kind enough to permit us to remain in his stable until the storm subsided. After two hours of waiting, dark clouds still hung over us, indicating that the rain would continue for some time. This, of course, con­ vinced us that it would be too wet to spend two or three days in the green, and unless we desired to pay for the rent of a room in a hotel, there was only one thing left for us to do, namely to pedal our way back to Berlin in the rain.

The return journey is one I never shall forget. Despite the fact that I was fatigued, I still had four hours to travel in the pouring rain. I was equipped with my American-made raincoat, but later was convinced that the only advantage that offered was to make me perspire a little more, only aggravating the whole affair. Very despondently I had to admit I was only an American, for on the entire return journey I found it necessary to rest my weary limbs after every ten minutes of riding. I imagine it was because I had never experienced such fatigue that I found it very queer. I seemed to have absolutely no strength in my legs, and simply could not ride on without resting.

Although during most of that particular day I was very discouraged for having accepted the invitation, a warm bath and two days in bed healed all grievances I had against going on any more bicycle trips with the students.

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that day. After I had rested a few days, I was informed that there was a synod meeting in Zwickau in July, and that all students were traveling there with bicycles. I was further advised to ride my bicycle every day, so that I would not retard the speed of the other students on a longer journey.

I exercised faithfully every day, and was in condition to begin the journey toward Zwickau. We traveled in different groups. I traveled with Gottfried and Wolther.

Our first stop was in Potsdam, where we spent a day.

There we interested ourselves chiefly in the famous “Sansouci” park. Of all parks I saw in Germany, this one certainly im­ pressed me the most. I only need to mention that this is the home of Frederick the Great, and one can imagine that statue after statue has been set up in his honor.

We lived in “Jugendherber写en” during our trip, and really experienced the fun and conveniences the German youth enjoys while traveling. Without these “Herbergen” it would, of course, be impossible for the German youth to travel around on bicycles as much as it does. They are situated in larger cities, and one may travel almost anywhere, and be sure to find one somewhere near where one desires to stop for the evening.

The fee for an evening is twenty pfennig, or about five cents.

Many children who bring sandwiches along may buy a dish of soup and have their supper right at the “Herberge”. The German government builds and maintains these buildings, hence the cheap fee for those who use them. I found most of these “Herbergen” very neat, and managements very accommo­ dating. The government has bought many old castles, and is now remodeling them to serve Germany’s youth. There is no doubt that such conveniences offered to the youth are a great incentive for German youth to enjoy the beauties of its country.

Our next stop was at Wittenberg, the Luther city. I really haven’t ability to express my appreciation for having had the opportunity to be in the city, to have had the opportunity to stand beside the grave of the great reformer, to be in the “忌chlosz” and “Stadtkirche” where Luther preached so many of his sermons, and to see with my own eyes the door on which Luther nailed his ninety-five theses.

Our next stop was at Leipzig, where Wolther’s parents lived. We spent four days in this famous old city. Of course, again I cannot describe all I experienced there. I visited the Plizaburg, where Luther and Eck had their dispute in 1519. We visited Europe’s largest depot, spent an hour in the famous Thomas Kirche, and another in the house in which Bach for­ merly lived. My most interesting visit in Leipzig, however, was at the ‘‘VQlkerschlachtdenkmal’’. This is a memorial of the victory over Napoleon in 1813. Germany’s tallest monu208

ment is ninety-one meters high, exhibiting the wonderful work­ manship of Geh. Hofrat Clemens Thieme. It is a stone structure and is filled with figures formed from large stones depicting some phase either of the war or of German life. When we visited this place, the guide led us to a large figure of a mother with a child on either breast. Very proudly he pointed to the figure and explained, "Dear friends, this is a pattern of a German mother.” This “Denkmal” was fifteen years in the building and was finished in 1913, exactly one hundred years after the war.

Another interesting visit in Leipzig was through the national library. Every book and magazine published in German since 1913 is filed in this library. At the end of last year one million four hundred thousand copies had been filed.

Each year a new section must be added to the building to make room for the new material. Plans for additions have already been arranged up to and including the year 1950.

Our next stop was at the ruins of an old nunnery in which Catherine von Bora once stayed. On one of the walls which remained standing, one could still read the following inscription; “Befreit wurde sie durch den Ratsherrn Torgau am 4. April, 1523.”

We spent one evening at the “SchloszRochsburg’’，and then were on our way to Zwikau and Plauen, where the biennial synod meeting of the “Lutheran Freechurch of Saxony and other States,} was held. Here students were assigned to live with different people of the congregation. My assignment was with a baker and his family. If you will recall that the famous German “Kuchen”. and bread are the chief means of nourish­ ment, you too can imagine how much I appreciated such an as­ signment, and especially after these hospitable people told me that I was welcome to help myself at all times.

After the Synod meeting we journeyed to Vogtland, where the young people of the above mentioned synod were to have their annual outing. Because some government restriction did not permit them to meet for an entire week, the group was dis­ missed. We then tramped around in Vogtland for a few days, and later journeyed toward Chemnitz, and from there on to Dresden.

I think I am justified in saying that Dresden was the most beautiful city I visited in Germany. The walk along the Elbe and the wonderful groups of building where very impressive. Be­ sides, Dresden has one of the most complete museums in Europe.

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One morning in Dresden we awoke and came to the reali­ zation that, after adding all our money together, we had only five marks left, and that we still were one hundred and ninety kilometers from Berlin. It was, therefore, necessary to return to Berlin by the very shortest road and as soon as possible. We started out that very morning, and by six o’clock had journeyed one hundred forty kilometers, approximately eighty-four miles.

Because it was Saturday evening, we decided to travel the re­ maining part of the journey with the train. We reached Berlin at nine o’clock, with exactly five pfennig in our pockets.

In this connection I should also like to mention another hike I made with two other students. We traveled as far as Frank­ furt (on the Oder) with the train and intended to hike from Frankfurt through Spreewald back to Berlin, a distance of about sixty miles. VVe visited the important buildings in Frank­ furt, bathed in the Oder, and then about three o’clock in the afternoon we began hiking. By nine o’clock that evening we had hiked eighteen miles, and about nine o’clock of the next day we were tramping around in Spreewald. Because we found the people, especially the peculiar clothes they wore, and the lakes within the forest proper very interesting, we decided to spend our time there and return to Berlin with the train.

This is just another reason why Germany is an interesting country in which to spend a vacation. One-fourth of Germany is covered with forests, each with its intimate charm. The landscape is varied, so that one may choose whichever means of transportation he chooses — walking, bicycling, or autoing — and with either choice may enjoy the beauties of water, hills, mountains, forests, and plainlands all in one day.

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y^tiortals Wert des Sports!

S OFTEN as the New Year appears just so often do the foot-bowl game appear. And each new year brings with it more bowl games, at whose appearance it shudders me to think of the increasing immortal fame of Xenophanes of Colo­ phon —for isn’t it written “the evil that men do lives after them V* Now this very Xenophanes of Colophon lived somewhere between the years 580-480 B. C. He was a Greek poet and a man of wisdom (he says so himself), who wrote a number of lines concerning the value of sports. He professes that wisdom is, oh, so much more valuable than the games. (The collection of Greek lyrics which we have does not contain Xenophanes’ ode to his peg-leg).

Our erring Greek friend maintains that a victory does not help a city to have good government, nor does it in any way enrich the chambers of the city. But instead, he laments, as perhaps all taxpayers would, that the victors receive prizes and

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even food for a long period of time from the funds of the state’s own treasury.

Yet he must be wrong; for, looking back some 2500 years, nothing has changed — there are still the four seasons, there is love and hate and a desire for riches etc., — so why should the athletic side of life have altered any !

And today, if we look at athletics, we find that every city desires big sporting events, and if a town is the home of a uni­ versity it wants a winning team, so that people will be attracted from all sections and leave behind them dollars that bring rich­ ness to the very chambers of that city.

Likewise, good order and government is spread throughout the land solely through the character-building effects of every sport. For as the opinion of nine-tenths of all coaches has it and as Archilochus (another Greek lyricist, about 650 B.C.) likes it “the boys learn to take it in defeat and how not to gloat in victory.”

Still, what seems to be the greatest benefit from sporting events is the effect on the entire nation. Every person, whether he will admit it or not, takes an interest in some sport—base­ ball, football, tennis, golf, or chess — and so, naturally, has a favorite team or player. When one player or team wins those whose favorite it is rejoice, especially if it has been the under­ dog. Those whose favorite lost, however, don’t give up all hope for their favorite, but happily they recall how close the game was, and how simple it will be to defeat the same opponent next time.

Who knows, maybe there is some other human undertaking which does not cause ill-will, but rather gives both sides some­ thing to think back on or look forward to.

Irwin W. Weiss An Oasis Gone Dry?................

N a newspaper article which appeared in a Chicago paper • last year, this institution was characterized as being a cultural oasis in an otherwise too materialistic, money-mad world. The average student was represented as one who could freely quote Latin and Greek authors and who had a deep ap­ preciation for everything that might broaden his cultural horizon. Perhaps that writer let his imagination get the best of him, but that certainly gives us a mark to shoot at.

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How intellectual are we? About thirty years ago, several students with a love of literature and perhaps a flare for drama founded the first literary societies. Since their inception they have grown in size, and their influence has been consistent with their purpose set forth in the constitution: to inculcate a desire for and create an appreciation of great literature. Judging from the feeble response to the societies’ call for new members, something is radically wrong either with the societies them­ selves or the attitude of the students toward them. If the present dearth continues, it will only be a matter of a very few years until the societies die out.

I do not think the greater fault lies within the societies.

The programs presented last year, with possibly one or two ex­ ceptions, were of sufficient merit to deserve something better than they seem to have produced. Enough variety was presented to keep them from becoming monotonous. Besides the speeches, which, I must admit, could have been less prosaic in some instances, plays and musical selections were interposed.

Each of the programs was a unified and coherent treatment of an interesting topic. I don’t wish to eulogize the accomplish­ ments of the societies, but judging from accounts of programs of previous years, recent productions do not suffer by comparison.

We are left no other alternative than to believe that the students themselves are at fault. Some will tell you they are too busy to waste their time attending the programs, but these same people think it no waste of time to spend an entire Sunday afternoon at a double feature. Their mental laziness forbids them to attend anything which may require them to think a little. I actually have a suspicion that some do not join because they fear they’ll be called upon to give a speech. This attitude betrays their lack of confidence in themselves.

We can only hope that as the first program of this season are presented, those who failed to join will realize their mistake and join one of the societies.

G. F. The Road to Success...............

But for the glorious privilege of being independent.

OW FINE it must be to be one’s own boss. Just how many times hasn’t this thought crept into our minds? Es-

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pecially on those hot summer days when we thought we were doing all the work and the boss was seemingly doing nothing.

At least that is the way it affected us. Of course we were only helpers. It takes brains and experience to be a boss. Perhaps we didn’t appreciate it at the time, but we were really becoming experienced ourselves. Of all the men who have attained that lofty pinnacle to which we look up with awful wonder, how many have not started at the bottom? Therefore it must be good for us to be forced to obey orders so that some day we may be capable of giving orders ourselves.

Perhaps the ideal combination would be boss and helper working together on their own. In this way the boss can im­ part all his experience to one individual. His helper can take advantage of all the knowledge lavishly centered on him and can absorb it the more.

Another ideal would be a continuous change. This would perhaps be more of an advantage to the helper than to the boss. The boss would like to keep the same man under him as long as possible. As he trains him he expects that after having told him a number of times what to do and how to do it, the time will come when he no longer needs to keep a watchful eye on every move the helper makes. On the other hand the helper may prefer a change of bosses. This change does not neces­ sarily come out of personal reasons. Remember he has a job to do and personal grievances do not come into consideration. But having mastered the work he is to do, which may not be diffi­ cult in itself, he tries to learn to understand the man he is working for. He has a job to perform and this may as well be done as pleasantly as possible. The boss naturally will have some pet peeves and pains in the neck and it will do no harm to learn to avoid them. But having in his own psychological way mastered the mind of his superior, the helper will become dis­ satisfied with the smoothness of daily routine and will crave excitement.

Perhaps he is fortunate enough to be an employee of a company which has the custom of changing helpers from one boss to another. Thus the helper, although he had acquired the technique of performing his duty in a way to please his boss, is on his own again. While the former boss may have been conscientious about his job as head man, considering his assis214

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tant nothing more than what his name implied, merely a helper while he himself did the real work, the new boss may take his superior position to heart. He is the boss with the intellect.

The helper has been placed under him to do the work. There must be a boss on the job to see that things are done right.

Whenever things went wrong, as they are apt to do on some blue Mondays, the former boss was usually ready to pitch in and lend a hand, forgetting entirely the position he held. The new boss would just pick such a time to relieve himself of that excess steam he had been accumulating, showering the innocent head with fire and brimstone. The former boss may have tried to break down the broad gulf between himself as a hiRher-up and the menial position of his half-scared assistant. But such an attitude could not be felt by the new boss. He must keep that superior air so that this young upstart may not get out of hand.

Thus the helper must virtually start over again. He must learn just how his new boss wants things done. He must learn just what things to do and what things to avoid, what to say and what not to say. And soon after he becomes accustomed to this character things run smoothly enough.

There comes a time in the schooling of this helper when he feels that all the unthankfulness and the unpleasant moments he has experienced are not in vain. There comes a time in the line of duty when one of the little tricks he has learned from a former boss fits the occasion perfectly. It may be a new one on his present boss who will be forced to acknowledge it. In a small way the helper has now become a boss. He has done something in which at least one man was not his superior. But a few more of such tricks and he need no longer feel himself but a menial laborer. He can feel independent enough to stand on an equal plane with any boss, that is, if he doesnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t speak it too loudly.

J. V. Time On My Hands................

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For a boy to sit down at the piano with the family alarm-clock perched on top of the piano can, under certain circumstances be condoned. He may have an appointment with the dentist which might be filled promptly. But if he keeps one eye on the notes and the other on the clock, his musical education takes no step forward, nor does the time move any faster.

The same must be said of students who have one eye on the text and the other on the time. Schiller says that such fellows must be not only unfortunate, but also unhappy. “Die Uhr schlaegt keinem Gluecklichen.” Anyone who has ever worked in a canning factory for any length of time, or in any factory, for that matter, will bear me out in this. Everyone working there is unfortunate and unhappy. There are excep­ tions, of course, but most workers frankly admit this mournful fact. Here, also, do we find true slaves of time. About half of all the conversations in such shops either commence with the irrepressible “What, time is it?’’，or are its sum and substance.

Furthermore, if you really want to cause a minor upheaval in such places, just give the time about a half-hour faster or slower than it really is. A minor, nay, a major calamity! Just im­ agine, a half-hour! What a crime! Poor, miserable wretches.

“0! der ist aus dem Himmel schon gefallen, der an der Stunden Wechsel denken muss.”

In Behalf of the Farmer................

HIS title may sound a little odd to most of our readers.

Some may even question the right of this article to the space it consumes in our illustrious Black and Red, thinking that it would be more appropriate between the covers of a cheap farm magazine. Probably so. But when I daily hear slams belittling the farmer, I think it would be a grave crime for m兮

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to stand by and not come to the defence of the poor, helpless farmer.

At first I made no attempt to answer the challenges hurled at the farmers and their condition in general. In fact, when I heard arguments concerning the status of the farmer, I never wished to be involved for fear somebody might classify me with that rabble. When somebody occasionally remarked to me: “That guy dresses like a farmer,M or “He knows about as much as a farmer,’’ I always agreed and blushed. I wonder what sort of a conception my fellow students had of my friends. But then again I thought: “They don’t know any better. They’ll get over that idea, when they grow older and wiser.” In this way I always comforted myself, when I found myself in one of those moods, feeling how unfortunate I was for having been born a farmer at heart. But then came the shock of my life.

In one of our classes—probably on a Monday—the professor was apparently sated with having to listen to our ignorant statements. He suddenly burst out with: “I think it would be better for you fellows to start a back-to-the-farm movement. ” That finished me. Now I felt sure that there must be some­ thing wrong with the farmer. I decided to henceforth sever all relations with the farmers as best I could. For if a pro­ fessor also feels that being a farmer is a step downwards, then it must be so.

But to my surprise all the members of the educated class do not agree. One even went so far as to admit that the farmer is the backbone of the nation. I was inclined to agree with him, and decided to rally to the defence of the farmer again, since I had now found somebody else that felt as I did.

I’ll grant the fact that the farmers in general, especially those farther west, have their own peculiar style as far as wearing clothes is concerned. They also may know little Latin and less Greek. But they are tops in their field. They have their feeling of self importance, and think the world could not exist without them. In general, they do not think much of the members of the educated class either. They have their own little private jokes, and no doubt they would like to see how a professor would look behind a plow with a farmer looking on.

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tickles me when I recall an incident of a few years ago. A young professsor came out from Chicago to visit his friends who had moved to the farm. On their stroll through the pasture on a hot afternoon, the professor in all sincerity remarked: “My word, those cows are smart. They stand in the creek so that their milk won’t get sour.”

From this article it might appear to some that I have noth­ ing in common with the learned class. To stave off all inquiries as to when I intend to end my school days and strengthen the back bone of the nation, I wish to let it be known that I have no such desires. I would rather keep on going to school, but still be a friend of the farmer.

D. Kuehl.

A BLESSED AGE! or— — Why did I invent that thing ?

H. E. Paustian

Eureka! The goal of dozens of scientists visualized for dozens of years throughout dozens of countries has at last been attained. The glad news is not yet out, and before it is given, I, the inventor, shall show the gullible public what goes on be­ hind the microphone. The new gadget has been secretly in­ stalled in one of the large studios, and I am about to sit back and really enjoy the programs emanating from the broadcasting towers of this studio.

What’s this I see waddling up to the microphone cast on the screen before my eyes ? The monstrous “compilation” of feminine avoirdupois speaks. Listen ! In a sweet voice she says, * 'Ladies, do you too want to keep your school-girl figures ?

Try our non-slip reducer belts. You’re practically a skeleton right now. Simply try it one week, etc. etc.So that’s the American Girl! Why, the fakes, the —, but wait, the “Collegiates” Orchestra has begun to play. I’ve alway wanted to see this classy orchestra which, according to the announcer, is really collegiate, “N” sweaters and all. But the only school they apparently have ever attended was the school of life, and it certainly believed in teaching by experience. The youngest “Collegiate” is old enough to have graduated from the school of life, and the only reason he has music in front of 218

him is to hide his face, he can’t read it. Collegiate asininity is cuneiformed on the faces and around the eyes of every one in blue lines (not caused by study.) I am startled out of my lethargy of illusions gone wrong by the tremendous applause which greets the end of the piece startlingly like an echo (remember, it’s a jazz orchestra!.) But where is the crowd?

The seats are filled with nothing but dust, a silent observer.

Ha, in the far-off corner my disappointed eyes hit upon a phono­ graph noisily proclaiming the appreciation of the program.

Ah, the “Get up and wiggle” program is on the air. I shall see the big bruiser who has continually been shouting “Up， down!” to music, from which exercise I strongly hoped and expected to develop a physique such as this Tarzan says he has.

But what a scene skitters ashamedly on my little screen ! The phonograph is still present, but instead of seeing a big strong man, agilely swinging one arm and one foot, yes, even two arms and two feet to music, I see a decrepit old fogy reclining on a couch, his cane on his lap, too old and senile to stand up before the microphone. My idol!

I am about to give up in disgust when the famous comedian ‘‘Back Jenny’’ struts up before me. The phonograph has been supplemented or supplanted by a real crowd. Now there can be no fake. Maybe if I see Back Jenny perform I can appre­ ciate his jokes. I have always considered myself dense because I can’t “catch” his jokes. Now I’ll see. He spouts, and the jokes fly thick and fast. The crowd cheers wildly, but I slump sadly in my seat. I have seen all and heard all and and haven’t laughed. I must see my psychiatrist. But wait, have I seen all ? Through the back of the sign which the usher has been holding up at intermissions I can make out two words, and a light finally hits my mind. The sign says, “Laugh, please !

Do you blame me if I toss the invention into the ash-can and forget all about inventing anything, unless it be a silent radio..?

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Campus and Classroom For approximately sixteen years teachers and professors have been trying to help me remember things — not because I am in special need of such help, but rather because such is the duty of teachers and professors. For approximately sixteen years also I have borne with my instructors, suffering in silence.

But at last my patience has come to an end and I feel the need of expressing my objections. Now mind you, I’m not complain­ ing against the fact that the various professors are attempting to aid my memory. What irritates me is the futility of the systems advocated and employed — the so-called mnemonic devices. it’s not that they aren’t practical in themselves, but how can they assist my weak memory when they too involve the use of that faculty ? You’re right — they can’t.

As a proof of their impracticability take for example the supposedly well-known verse which theoretically assists in remembering the number of days in the respective months. It begins confidently: Thirty days has December — or is it No­ vember — or September ? I seem to recall another device which might help me out here—enumerating the months on my knuck­ les. But by following this method I discover that October — which I happen to know has thirty-one days because October 31st is somebody’s birthday or something — has only thirty. Still, l must admit I’ve seen other people do this little trick on their knuckles and apparently come out right. Either they are nec­ romancers, or else I have a deficient number of knuckles. They may have their verses — I get along quite well with my calendar.

Then there is that little matter of the Latin verbs. I once learned the neatest little verse in almost perfect trochaic trimeters— Utor, fruor, fungor, Potior, vescor, nitor —but I can’t for the life of me remember how the thing goes on. Whatever it is, whether, these verbs from their comparative in e?' or whether they take a split infinitive, it will always remain a mystery to me.

The various uses of prepositions have also been subjected to similar supposed simplification systems. English, Latin, and Greek prepositions have been versified, but the classics in this field are in the German language. A professor of German once told me that if I learned the various verses — Ueber, unter, vor und zwischen’’一 “Unweit, mittels, kraft und wahrend'7 —etc., that then I would have no more difficulty with the German lan­ guage. He was right — my difficulty is not with the language, 220

it，s with those infernal verses. I call to mind the little jingle of those prepositions which have a peculiar affinity for the genitive case. I forget the first few lines, but it ends up like this: * Diesseit, jenseit, halben, wegen, Statt, auch langs, zufolge, trotz Stehen mit dem Genitiv Oder auf die Frage: Wessen ?

Doch ist hier nicht zu vergessen, Dasz bei diesen letzen drei Auch der Dativ richtig sei.

The thing that arouses my exasperation here is the uncertainly of it all. It it were not for those last three lines everything would be O.K., but after all is apparently put on ice along comes that plaguing, free-lancing dative. It’s at times like this when I doubt the veracity of the German professor’s statement — in fact my doubt is involuntarily expressed in rather strong terms —terms expressing even more than doubt.

Up till this point I have discussed those voces memoriae which, even though they are forgotten, are of negligible con­ sequence. But consider the tragic results in misquoting a verse like this: Wein auf Bier, das rat ich dir ; Bier auf Wein, das lasz sein.

There’s nothing in the world which would prohibit my memory’s telling me that it should be “Bier auf Wein, das ist fein.”

Now Fm not in a position to give authoritative information on the validity of the verse in its original form, nor can I make a definitive statement on the evil effects caused by putting the second version into practice. But from all observations I should say that it is safest in cases like this to get the original down pat, even at the expense of many hours of tedious study. (If you are of a scientific nature you might go ahead and make ex­ periments in this field. The Black and Red Science Dept, will gladly publish your findings. I know another one of those little verses which you might use as your guiding principle: Erst beginn’s, dann fcesinn’s.)

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If you are one of the fortunate students who can appreciate the value of studying the Greek language then you won’t have to read the following paragraphs. If however you are one of those persons who can see no practical value in the study of Greek, then the reading of this article is destined to be a turn­ ing point in your life, at least as far as your attitude toward Greek is concerned. In fact, if, after reading the wonderful news which I am about to divulge, you don’t sit down to learn your Kaegi grammar with a new and fervent zeal, then you might as well give up your study of Greek entirely. For here at last you will have something practical, some tangible evidence of the potential benefits of a Greek course.

By this time you should have noticed that I have something up my sleeve. If you haven’t, I might as well admit it openly: I have something up my sleeve.

One auspicious afternoon as I was indulging in a bit of desultory browsing in the library, I discovered, purely by acci­ dent, a musty old Latin folio with the attractive title Preacepta de Medicina. Page after page I read with avid delight, little suspecting that in this quaint old volume I was to discover a piece of information which would reshape the lives of countless students — students too countless to mention. The author of the fascinating old tome, Serenus Sammonicus (you may call him Sam for short), an ancient Roman physician of note, rambled on most interestingly for fifty-six chapters, discussing, as Milton puts it, ..all maladies Of ghastly spasm or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony, all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epelepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic pangs, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.”

All this, of course, I read with the greatest interest. But then came my great discovery — that fifty-seventh chapter. Alone the title of the chapter will indicate what I have been leading up to. For there, on page 317, emblazoned across the top of the page stood the words which literally knocked me off my feet and which, I am sure, will startle the whole literary world.

I reprint them for you, just as I found them: HOMER, A cure For The ague!

In the following pages Sam (that’s still Serenus Sam­ monicus) in glowing Latin phrases vouched for the following remedy for quartan ague: ‘‘If thine patient suffereth from the quartan ague, place the fourth book of the Iliad under the head of the suffering one, and it will cure him at onpe.” Now possibly you doubt this unbelieveable news, or possibly you re­ fuse outright to take stock in my words. For just such people as you, that you too may achieve the wonderful results others 222

are getting, I shall quote, as a special affirmation for you, from Sam’s original Latin. Maeconiae Uiados quartum suppone timenti. So there you are. It’s unbelievable, but true. Just get out your Latin jimmy and see for yourself how corret I am.

And now, as I said before, if you still cannot appreciate the value of studying Greek, even after hearing of my wonderful discovery, you had better go back to the farm. And if all that I have stated here is not the absolute truth, then I do solemnly declare and promise to leave off writing for this year. Which I do.

The failure of the basketball season to open before this issue goes to press leaves this columnist up the proverbial tree. But since these pages will undoubtedly be filled with basketball statistics for the next few months, I’m sure you readers won’t mind finding out just how the student body busies itself during the winter months.

Well, we’ll start right out with the outdoor sports. In addition to some of the prospective hockey players, several other not-too-busy students were down at the river giving the ice its initial workouts. It won't take long till a patient observer will be able to spot as many as twenty-five repre­ sentatives of this institution cutting up the ice at the same time. Whether NWC will be represented by a sextet this winter is rather doubtful.

After our first snowfall of any account this scribe no­ ticed Don Gottschalk, one of this college’s most avid skiers, head across the campus for hillier spaces. At the same time Fritz Naumann, Watertown’s number one tobagganist was 223

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waxing his toboggan in preparation for things to come.

Fritz is still in search of a suitable hillside and would ap­ preciate any worthwhile information.

This , my friends, gives you an idea of the activities off the campus. And now for a look inside our gym. Every afternoon after four the varsity cagers have permanent possession of the basket ball floor. Thumbnail sketches of this year’s varsity members follow: Vic Hackbarth—Senior —forward — five feet eight一a three letter man; Homer Schweppe一Senior—six two—forward and a two letter man; Fritz Naumann, the giant of the squad—stands six feet four in his socks—a Junior—center—a two letter man; Bugs Kuehl—a guard—five feet six—a Soph and a letter winner in his Frosh year; Don Gottschalk— —five, eleven—playing his first year of collegiate ball—a guard; Len Koeninger— five feet ten—forward—a Frosh, who has played two years luuler Coach Umnus on the Prep team; Norman Berg— 5' S"—a Soph playing his first year under Len Umnus—a forward—gained valuable experience at Saginaw; Harold Seehusen—6, 3"—Frosh—center—gained his experience at New Ulm; Ted Frey—a Soph—six feet one—a member of the championship squad at Saginaw; Lefty Hoffman一a Soph—guard—5' 10"—former teammate of Frey and Berg at Saginaw. That presents the squad. In order to satisfy your curiosity, come and see them for yourself.

And while we’re on the subject of basketball, we might as well give you a general impression of the caliber of tlie teams comprising the intramural league. The Frosh will be able to put quite a combination of former stars on the floor, but whether their various styles will harmonize in time to form a smooth working aggregation is very doubt­ ful. The Sophs lost two of their chief mainstays to the varsity this year, and since that class isn’t overly crowded with athletes, I fail to see many victories for them in the final standings. The Juniors will be the “dark horse" of the league. The question is whether captain Kuehl will have five men to finish every game. By that I mean that the Juniors probably will lose several contestants due to ex­ cessive fouling. And last, but certainly not least, are the Seniors. As far as putting a team of veterans on the floor, the Seniors have it over every opponent. And what’s more, all the members are used to the same type of offensive and defensive maneuvers. I certainly hate to show favoritism one way or another, but I think the Seniors will be the team to beat.

While we’re still over in the gym, we might as well 224

take a look into the archery range. (At present the coeds are the only persons using the range.) The professors of archeryology, “Robin Hood” Wegner and “Dan Cupid” Keibel, at a recent interview unfolded the following to this scribe: “Up until two weeks ago we’ve been concentrating oil their form. Then we finally came to the conclusion that we could begin competitive shooting. At present, practically without fail, our collegiate pupils are doing some pretty good shooting from forty or fifty paces out.” Undoubtedly the shooting matches will have to remain an intramural pastime, unless arrangements can be made for postal meets, because this sector can boast of no strong archery squads.

Immediately after the close of the football season the bowling alleys were put into shape. Of course the bowling privilege is extended only to the Senior class by the college Faculty, and the Seniors are grateful for that bit of kind­ ness. The Senior bowling addicts are making good use of the alleys and soon promise to have rather strong competi­ tion in their own ranks. Ott Pagels appears to be the cream of the Senior crop with Art Wantoch, a novice, only a few paces behind.

And right opposite the bowling alleys the ping-pongers are going to town. I noticed that Bill Klages and Len Koeninger are getting their touch back and will undoubtedly reach their peak when the tournaments begin. Another Frosh, Corkey Baganz will bear watching when the matches begin.

I might mention that preparations are under way for an elimination handball tourney. On the entry list I no­ ticed the names of last year's aces, Weiss, Pagels, Lorenz, ond Berg, and I hardly think that they will be ousted from their high ranks.

That concludes the athletics activities in the gym, but I might as well list the other sport that is enjoyed in our dormitory. Billiards—yes, billiards is classed as one of the scientific sports—is enjoyed by practically every collegiate.

Rastus Tills seems to be the number one cue pusher, but because of lack of competition he might lose his touch be­ fore long. Emil Toepel has become a very active member of the “Live Rail Club” recently, and his constant practice is developing him into one of the better billiard artists.

The Sophs, I must admit, have no serious threat to offer.

The Frosh have billiard players galore, but if there is any hidden talent among them, it certainly will take some time to uncover it.

It seems to me that I have covered all winter sports at Northwestern, so I am signing off for this month.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— The Strange Richard Bishop or Why Chippendale has no Exams 226 236 Ave, Moriturus Te Salutat!

237 Missing: Fritz...................

239 Their Reverie....................

241 It Happened In Summer ….

243 Time..................................

245 The Gap................... 1....... .

Debussy on Cascades and Chords— 245 246 There is a Gulf Fixed___ Apathy vs. Activity.......

247 248 The Savoyards..................

Open, Sesame...................

250 In Or On A Wastebasket.

251 Maybe There Isn’t Any..

253

EDITORIALS— ALUMNI NOTES......................

CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM ATHLETICS...........................

254 255 •258

H THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII.

Watertown, Wis., Jan. 1939

Number 8

March 3« 187Q. Published monthly. Subscription, One Dollar.

THE STRANGE RICHARD BISHOP WHY CHIPPENDALE HAS NO EXAMS Ardin D. Laper

This is the strange story of how Richard Bishop lived and learned in a grave and made others live and learn with him so that now Chippendale has no exams.

The spring of 1936 found Richard Bishop a sophomore at Chippendale College, a small protestant school in the Middle West. During that spring Richard’s father had died leaving him now alone in the world. His mother had died a few winters before while Richard was still in high school back in Salisbury. His father had operated one of the larger stores in the small city for most of his life and quite successfully. And so Richard suddenly found himself heir to $10,000. Although only a sophomore, Richard had reached twenty-one years the December before.

Richard Bishop was not always strange. It is. what he did after the June exams of ’36 that makes him the strange Richard 226

I Bishop. It is true that Richard had his peculiarities. Yet he was not odd. He learned to know and to get along with other students. He liked to read, but he was one to day-dream-as he read and so he read little. He always complained that he had no time to get all the reading done that he would like to do.

There was always Latin, Greek, History or something else bothering. Not that he didn’t like Latin, Greek, or History, but what he said he’d like to do was really study Latin for days at a time when he found himself interested and the same with Greek and all the rest. He said students went through a day at school getting a dab of history, a dab of Greek and a dab of Latin and at the end of the day it was only a mess of dabs.

Why not spend a whole day or week getting a clear picture in­ stead of just dabs of something?

And so Richard Bishop read and day-dreamed. What he read were the classics, but one can’t read Plato in English and know the recessive Greek accent rules. One can’t read Julius Caesar by Shakespeare and know that the perfect of sum is/iu.

One can’t read a biography of Bismark and know where Bismark and his people put their commas. Richard admitted that those fundamentals, which he had no time for, were very necessary and that only by getting those first could one really accomplish something later. If only he could take one subject at a time and give it the undivided attention as long as it in­ terested him instead of having five other things that demanded attention at the same time!

One day early that spring he told this to a professor and the professor saw that he was really serious and so he sat down with Richard to show him how impractical his reasoning was.

How could professors teach two hundred students if each student were to study only what and when he wished?

Richard said he supposed it was pretty impossible and said he would try to do his best to give regular attention to all his subjects. Richard did try. And he did learn the recessive accent rales, the perfect of sum and German punctuation. But still he did much day dreaming, musing, or thinking. And so whatever he did, he did slowly. He just couldn’t do a thing well and keep up with the rest of the class. His compositions and reports were good when he could dream and write in equal proportions. Richard always found it hard to learn a thing by 227

memory. Rules and disconnected facts became vague very quickly if he did not actually use them after he learned them.

And these were the things that made the last three days of each semester three days of horror—the days of final exams.

Now the dreaming Richard Bishop liked to be considered among the more brilliant of his class. You see he was still not strange but quite ordinary. This semester he could surely be considered among them. He had studied fairly faithfully every day. His marks would prove it. Of course he’d forgotten much that he’d had in the first part of the semester but he’d concen­ trate on each subject before the exam. He’d show them he could do it.

The schedule was posted. He would have English and Greek on the first day. Then German and Science. Finally, history and Latin. Exams started on Monday. Richard sat down on Sunday afternoon to learn the dates and characteristics of each Romantic author. He repeated them to himself but often he found himself saying dates and characteristics aloud to the four walls while his mind was on some line of poetry that the name of the author suggested to him. If only he could read thoroughly that author’s works and judge for himself what he was like instead of memorizing what some critic’s opinion was.

Poets wrote their stuff for us to read first and then perhaps to talk about. But, Bishop, you’ve got to know these facts to get yourself founded! Thus Richard Bishop studied and mused until nine o’clock that night.

He closed his English book and tried to think over the Now let me see, that author whole romantic period Can’t He named two had five chacteristics ..

He looked in his seem to think what those others were I just couldn’t remember those book___ Oh yes, adjectives.

Then he studied Greek. He would quickly review the sixth book of The Odyssey from which was to come the exam, But alas! Where did the strange vocables come from? He had known them once. He had enjoyed trying to find the most fitt­ ing and poetic meaning for each. Now he groped for “first meanings”. Frantically he paged his dictionary. Many pre­ cious moments were spent tracing forms in his gramar.

A clock in the room down the hall struck three. There 228

were two pages left to do. The print seemed to be blurred.

He was very tired. Too tired. He’d have to take a chance on those last two pages.

Part of the English exam was an essay in which each student was to tell who his favorite writer was and why.

Richard worked hard and long on this. It was well done, but those dates and specific charateristics of each writer—they were still a jumble.

The afternoon brought Greek and the first half of the second last page of the sixth book! Richard’s heart sank. But he would try. For three long hours his sweaty fingers wrote, erased, and rewrote what a tired mind thought was right. One of the fellows got the marks after supper. Richard’s was a Good- for English and a Fair- in Greek. That was the first day. There was Science and German tomorrow. Until eleven Richard studied science. Then he tried to review a semester of German and the clock in a room down the hall struck three.

Richard went to bed.

German and Science came and went. It was Fair- in German. Fair for Science. Richard was tired.

That night it was History and Latin. A picture of Roman life and culture in general Richard had. But when did Caligula rule? Whose son was he? He was confused.

The Latin professor made the whole semester’s work potential exam material. It would be impossible to review it all.

But it would be the last exam. He’d not give up now. He，d do what he could He picked out odes at random, perhaps a third of them. Then a clock in a room down the hall struck three and Richard Bishop went to bed.

Late afternoon Wednesday found Richard trying to trans­ late an ode that somehow didn’t seem a bit familiar. Vocables, vocables, if only he could remember vocables!

Just after the Latin exam he heard his history mark—Fair+ He was alone in his bedroom. Good- Fair+ Fair, Fair- ..only average! And you want to be considered brilliant. He sneered at the mirror.

If Richard showed any strangeness during exams, it was that he could take himself so seriously one moment and laugh at the same person the next. For instance, when some fellows 229

said they were on their way to see about thejLatin marks, Richard humorously declamed: “O tell me not iii mournful numbers That I flopped the last exam!

For while you were in peaceful slumbers, I throughout the night did cram.”

But that was the last time Richard laughed and joked that day. In a few minutes the marks came back. Robert Bacon ,Richard Bishop 69,....... , read them off." ” Richard had expected it, but to hear it among the 80’s and 90’s Everyone knew that Robert Bacon knew little Latin and cared even less about it. He was speaking. “I never studied da stuff all year. I Just reads da horse tru last night and doggonned if my ole photographic mind didn’t come through again.”

He got a 91. Quietly Richard walked away.

That evening at supper everyone was cheerfully look­ ing forward to going home after Commencement on the next morning. Seme had already gons. But Richard—where would he go when the others went home to waiting mothers and fathers? Three times he passed the water when some­ one asked for the butter. Many times he heard nothing. He only sat staring blankly as he swallowed untasted food.

Friday found Richard at Mrs. Brooks* Boarding House in Chippendale. Mrs. Brooks didn’t think Richard was strange.

But how would she know? She hardly ever saw him, for he slept all day and was away all night. He told her he was working as a night watchman in a factory, but what he really did, Mrs. Brooks never knew. If she thought anything was strange about Richard, it was that he was always asking her exactly how she prepared certain dishes that he liked.

Richard had no trouble sleeping during the daytime for Richard Bishop worked hard — very hard at night. Richard was digging a grave — yet not a real grave. Each night after dark Richard walked toward Chippendale College. Each night after dark he went to the rear of the dormitory and through a small window he crawled into the cellar of the building. From the inside he unlocked the door and then until dawn the figure 230

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Then Richard Bishop bought a small truck. Late one afternoon he went to the lumber yard. After dark he drove toward the college with a load of beams and boards. Quietly anb quickly he unloaded them. Drove away, and returned walking. The next night Richard came with a small tool chest.

One afternoon Richard bought some folding chairs and some other furniture. He bought two cots — two. Then one day he bought an electric plate and a small refrigerator. He stopped at a grocery store.

It was the twelfth day of August when Richard told Mrs. Brooks he was leaving. That night he took his trunk to the rear of the dormitory. For a week the small window in the cellar saw nothing of the strange Richard Bishop. Then early one morning, while it was still dark, he came out of the cellar and walked in the counrty until it was noon. That afternoon he was very busy down town. He brought a radio along with a public address system and hundreds of feet of wire. At a music store he stopped for a phonograph and several albums of records.

About twenty-five volumes he carried out of the book store. All these things he loaded in his small truck and quickly and quietly unloaded them behind the dormitory.

On the first of September Richard sold his truck. And late that night he crawled into the small window to live and learn in a grave.

School started the next Wednesday. Junior Class:............. .

“Here’，.

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Robbery. But what would one wish to hold against such an honest thief. That was a bit amusing, but what happened in January was not.

Christmas had gone. 1937 had come. Chippendale was again writing semester exams.

It was the night before the third day.

Or should I say the morning of the third day.

The Freshmen, especially, were concentrating on a history exam for the next day. By 12:00 most of them had finished. But at two o’clock there was yet one light burning. It was Don Watson’s lamp. He had just one more chapter to do and then he’d be done. Now it was ten minutes to three. He was finished. He closed his book and put his desk in order. He shut the window. He heard someone walking in the hall. He stepped over to his desk to turn out his lamp. The footsteps came nearer.

I-Iis door swung open. There stood the strange Richard Bishop.

Richard began, “Why do you study so late, my boy?”

Don, quite bewildered at this strange visitor, answered, uWhy, we’re writing exams this week.”

“Do you think you’ll remember much of what you learned tonight?*' “Oh, I guess I’ll remember it until tomorrow all right.”

“But why only for tomorrow?”

“So I can get a good mark, of course.”

Then in a voice that seemed a bit kind, but certainly imperative, Richard said, “You do not need to worry about tomorrow’s exam, my boy, you will come with me tonight.”

Don was too frightened to move or speak. Richard con­ tinued, “You need not be afraid. You’ll like it, I think. Bring whatever books you want and if that’s your violin there, bring that along too. Here, I’ll take some of those books for you.”

With one hand Richard took some of the books. His other he kept in his pocket holding what one could only imagine was a pistol.

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Richard answered, “It all depends. But just bring your violin and books. You need not bother to get your overcoat or liat.”

Richard laid a note on Don’s desk and turned out the light. A clock in a room down the hall struck three.

Together tiiey went down into the cellar. Richard lead tlie way toward the furnace room. lie opened the door into a small room which was lined with shelves of janitor’s supplies. Its floor was of large flat stones. Richard walked to the corner farthest from the door. He set tlie books down and with all liis strength lifted one of the stones in the floor. There was a black hole. With a flash­ light he showed Don where the ladder was along one side, and after Don was on liis way down, Richard entered the Hole, pulled tlie stone back over his head, and descended.

Wliat Don saw made him wonder more than fear. Tlie bottom of the shaft was about thirteen feet below the level of the cellar floor. A tunnel led in tlie direction of the furnace room. They walked a few yards. Richard opened a door and there was a lighted room as inviting as one could wish.

Here Don Watson lived ancl learned with the strange Richard Bishop.

Tlie next morning on Don’s desk was found this note, “Without exams this would not be That lie your classrooms now must flee.

But worry and pity you well may spare, For he will have the best of care.”

Needless to say, all this caused a great stir at Chippen­ dale. Reporters, police, detectives. Everyone questioned and was questioned. No one knew.

And there, a few feet below them, lived Don Watson with the strange Richard Bishop and, strange to say, he was beginning to like it. To tell completely liow they lived would make a long interesting story in itself, but let me tell you just a few things about their strange life.

Perhaps you wonder how they lived at all with no fresh air or sunlight. But Richard had taken care of those tilings. He had dug a small tunnel that opened to the air under a professor’s front porch. An ultra-violet ray lamp was part of the furnishings. As for exercise, Richard had always liked boxing. Don now liked it too.

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But most interesting of all is the way they attended classes at Chippendale. Another small tunnel Richard had dug over to the recitation building. Through this ran many wires. One picture in each class room hung by wires that came from under the moulding, but one couldn’t notice it.

In back of eacli one of these pictures was a very small and very sensitive microphone. After a tour of the dormitory late one night Richard made a complete schedule of the recitations so that he and Don might very easily turn on the public address system and listen to whatever professor they preferred. On the side walls of the faculty room both “Mona Lisa” and “George Washington” were hung by Richard’s wires. Sometimes they forgot to listen to Fred Allen and Town Hall Tonight but the weekly faculty meet­ ing at Chippendale they never missed. It was too much fun to miss.

And thus Don Watson lived with the strange Richard Bishop studying thoroughly one thing at a time until he had a complete picture of it, reading the great books of the world, hearing the best music, conversing with the strange Richard Bishop about things, playing his violin, getting sleep when he wanted it, eating good food—contented.

June came. The professors made the exam schedule.

Richard returned Sunday morning with another cot and a bit more food than usual.

The third morning came. Joe Gardner had just a few pages of Math to review yet. It was 2:30. About ten min­ utes before three Richard came out of the cellar in to the dormitory halls. He found many dark study rooms. He seemed disappointed. Ah, at last a light.

A clock in a room down the hall struck three as two figures went down into the cellar. Richard had one hand in his pocket. In the other he carried Joe Gardener’s flute.

Joe Gardener had his arms full of books.

Joe found it hard at first to live below because lie had long looked forward to the coming of summer and vaca­ tion. But soon he came to like it as well as Don. Again the note was found.

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knew. Vacation came. Everyone went home—every one but Don Watson and Joe Gardener.

Richard took the microphones out of the recitation building. The janitors would soon be cleaning. Pictures would be dusted. It was well for Richard that during the summer before Chippendale had installed floodlights on its athletic field and now during the summer the city was using the field for night baseball. The electricity which Richard used was not detectable.

The end of August came. School would soon be in ses­ sion. Richard returned the microphones to the recitation building. School began. Joe and Don would have to have new books for their sophomore year. Richard would have to have Senior texts. Again students missed books and found money with the queer notes.

During all this time Richard showed only kindness to his prisoners. He gave them tlie foods that would be most healthful. He insisted that they be clean. They brushed their teeth twice a day. Each day the room was swept and dusted. Each morning they neatly made their beds after they got up. Only once did Joe and Don see Richard angry.

It was when Joe and Don were studying together one night and Joe said, “Let’s give each other a little exam.”

In a voice that the janitor in the furnace room above almost heard Richard sliouted, “Never!!”

January 1938. The professors talked of Semester Exams.

Richard bought another cot. By the middle of February Harry Radcliffe too liked living with Joe and Don and the strange Richard Bishop.

The note was found.

“Without exams this would not be That he your classrooms now must flee.

But worry and Pity you well can spare, For he will have the best of care.”

Reporters, police, and detectives. All baffled. The faculty- saw conservative old Chippendale becoming the talk of the country. But after the usual excitement, classes went on as before and Don, Joe and Harry continued to live together with the strange Richard Bishop.

Then one day the end came. They were listening to the weekly faculty meeting. The director was speaking.

“Gentlemen, many parents have threatened to take their sons out of our school. The police and detectives admit they are getting nowhere. Yet something must be done. If another student is taken, Chippendale will exist no more.

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notes left behind by the mysterious snatcher of our students.

I suggest that we abolish exams—all exams. There will be no semester reports—no marks can be given. Each student will simply receive a card signed by each professor certify­ ing that he has spent a semester at Chippendale and naming Hie subject pursued. That is my plan, gentlemen.

The other faculty members一some willingly, others rehictantly―voted to adopt the plan. It would be posted to­ morrow. There would nevermore be an exam at Chippen­ dale.

This happened a week before Commencement. The faculty adjourned. Richard smiled. He turned off the address system. He said little all that afternoon and evening. It was a few minutes before three on the next morning. Rich­ ard woke the boys. He quietly said he was leaving, for his purpose there had been accomplished. He would leave the door unlocked when he left. If they came up behind him and immediately told their story, he would have little chance to get far. There was food enough in the refrigera­ tor to last a week. He shook hands with each and then the strange Richard Bishop was gone.

Don, Joe, and Harry went back to their cots. Com­ mencement would be a good day to return to the world.

AVR, MORITURUS TE SALUTAT! IF.

I am about to die—don’t ask me how I know—I just do—I possess a sense—most human beings don’t have it—which tells me my end is near—yet I have but few regrets—I have lived a normal span of life —not a very full life, I realize 一 a narrow horizon — I’ve never travelled — but I have had my enjoyments 一 simple, commonplace things—yet affording real delight—my corn-cob pipe, for instance — I have also the satisfaction of knowing that I have furnished pleasure—to young and old alike 一 to the young especially — a fact which pleases me immensely 一for not everyone has the ability to make children happy—but that was long ago — for, as I said, I am about to die — —and the many children who are my friends share with me the premoni­ tion of my approaching departure from them — I can’t hide it from them, who are so intimate with me — If I could talk— I neglected to tell you that I am deaf as well as dumb—if I could talk I should gather them about me and comfort them — for there really is no need for their feeling sad — for there shall 236

gnlt always be personages like me—still it is fortunate that children possess the happy faculty of forgetting sorrows rather easily— also of forming new friendships — and then too, 一 though I de­ part from their sight — I still shall not be far from them — for essentially I shall still be in this physical world.

It will be a matter of only a day or so before I go — of that I am sure—for already the sun has melted my face into a shape­ less mass. ___ MISSING: FRITZ A. D. Lapcr

“No, Pm sorry, but Mrs. Baumann can’t speak with you. .No, she’ll not be able to attend the Club for luncheon.

—Yes, I’ll No. .......it’s simply against the Doctor’s orders.— tell her.M Miss Peadrum hung up. She turned to meet Dr. Bodimer coming down the stairs. «« That really must have been quite a scare for her last night, Mr. Baumann. You must be careful that she remains very quiet for at least two or three days... no excitement now, remember. It’s a bad case of nervous prostration, but after a few days I think she’ll be herself again.”

Miss Peadrum, the maid of the house, went to get the Doctor’s coat. Mr. Baumann relaxed. “I’m glad to hear that, doctor. Yes, it was quite a scare. Our only boy, you know.

Aud you know what he means to us. What is so strange about it all is that Fritz meant no harm to anyone when he left. But, well, he’s safe and sound in school again and if his mother hadnJt suffered such consequences, I’d like to say it was a good joke on us. ... Thanks again, doctor for coming when you did last night, we’ll let you know how she feels in a few days.

Dr. Bodimer picked up his small bag, reminded them again about Mrs. Baumann remaining quiet, and then was on his way.

And now what was it that happened the night before that made it necessary for Mrs. Baumann to rest quietly and which Mr. Baumann said might be called a joke?

It is the night before. We are up in Fritz’s bedroom. It is ten clock. Fritz came home about a half hour ago from a meeting of the neighborhood gang in their shack. He sat down to practice his typing lesson a bit for tomorrow. Now he has been in bed for about five minutes.

The rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. The curtains begin to move out from the window sill as the wind springs up. The thunder seems to come closer. Fritz turns in his bed, He says half audibly, “I wonder.......did Joe no -—hasn’t any key. 0 well, ..............blow over.

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咕| ber moon is blotted out by dark clouds. The thunder crashes louder. Lightning streaks the sky. Fritz half sits up in bed.

“I wonder___ should I make sure___ Joe usually does it--.-— I don’t know.............. Maybe I had.^ He lies back again.

Then he throws the covers off and quickly dresses. The light­ ning is getting sharper. There go the lights. Fritz feels his way to his study desk. Gets a piece of paper. He seems to be looking for a pencil now. Can’t seem to be able to find one ‘in the dark. He goes over to the typewriter. He mumbles, “0 well, this’ll do.” He quickly types a line or two on the paper.

He lays the paper on his piliow and goes out.

Except for Fritz going down stairs, the house is quiet. Mr. and Mrs. Baumann have long been asleep. The whole house is quiet now. Fritz can be heard running down the street. The thunder is still louder, the lightning still sharper. The first drops of rain can be heard falling on the trees.

Now footsteps can be heard in the next room…in the bed­ room of Fritz’s mother and father. Mrs. Baumann can be heard saying to her husband, “Did you leave some matches on the dresser? The lights are out and I want to see if Fritz has closed his window ...looks like it’s going to rain hard.” Now Fritz’s mother is in the hall. She is opening the door into Fritz’s room. The flickering lamp makes the shadows move. She quietly calls “Freddy, Freddy.” She holds the lamp to better see Fritz’s bed. She gasps. Her trembling hand reaches for the paper on the pillow. Now she reads it. She screams, 4'Freddy, Freddy, bring back my Freddy!”

Mr. Henry Baumann rushes into the room to find his wife quaking with g：rief. 44Look, Henry, Look, he’s been kidnapped!!

-_.by...some ter...rible maniac called G-—Gt-„Gtoyx!”

Mr. Baumann, half dazed himself, tries to comfort her.

"Now, now, mother, don’t get all excited. He must be all-right.

He couldn’t have been taken. We would have heard the disturb­ ance/J “But look at this note, Henry.” She reads it again. She has fainted away. It is still storming outside. Miss Peadrum comes running now to the room and looks after Mrs. Baumann.

Fritz’s father takes the paper from his wife’s pale hand. He tries to read it. We hear only the word…‘‘Gtoyx’’ “Quick, Miss Peadrum, call the police! There’s a maniac abroad!—I’ll take care of Margaret__ Call Dr. Bodimer too!!

That is what happened between 10:00 and 10:30 that night up stairs in Fritz’s bedroom. But what had Mrs. Bauman read when she fainted? What had Mr. Baumann read when he called the police?

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Jsbr hpmr yp ;ppl sgyrt yjr dvjsvl/ Tr, r, nrtrf yjsy mp pmr ;pvlrf yjr fppt / Gtoyx Every letter was a consonant except the o in the horrible name signed to it…"Goytx”. Surely it was the code of some hateful maniac called Goytx. What else could Fritz’s father and mother think? ^ Now you know everything that went on in Fritz’s room after he came home. Can you figure out what the message said and who the maniac Gtoyx was?

This is how it all came out. A few minutes after the note was found the police were studying the mysterious consonants.

A code expert worked frantically as Mr. Baumann paced the floor. At 11:00 o’clock P. M. the police and a private detective called in by Mr. Baumann were conferring in silence con­ cerning the case. Then in walked Fritz... a little wet, but otherwise quite healthy.

He laughed when they told him they thought he was kid­ napped. Then they showed him the note. He said he had written a note allright, but not that note. Then he said, "But come with me, I think I can figure out the code of the maniac that left that message.”

The police followed Fritz up to his bedroom. Fritz sat down at his typewriter. He said, “Now you see I have my fingers on the 4home row’，but have them shifted one key to right from the normal position. You see, I’ve only had typing for a few weeks and that’s what I did tonight in the dark when I left. See what happens when I type the message I had in mind.” Fritz typed the same jumble of consonants his mother had found.

“Now, if I put my fingers on the real ‘home position’ and type the message I had in mind, it’ll look like this:’’ Have gone to look after the shack. Remembered that no one locked the door. ________ Fritz Note:—If you have had no experience with typing, this story will perhaps seem quite meaningless. It may seem even to lack some point for those who do type.

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Many people would literally have to dig themselves out and cut a path through the drifts before their doors.

It was warm and peaceful in the little house next to the railroad tracks. Most people in the town had long gone to bed.

But here in the cozy little sitting room sat a happy family ä¸&#x20AC; father, mother, and their young- son. Morher was quietly sewing, father was absorbed in a good book, his Christmas gift, and his inseparable companion the briar, while seated on the floor was the son making a good-night round of his toys. The Christmas tree still stood in its usual place before the big window and the frost-covered panes seemed to enhance the beauty of the tree itself.

All in all it had been a very pleasant Christmas for this little family. They were happy. As they sat there deep in their own thoughts they hoped that every person in the whole wide world could be as happy as they. But one thing marred complete happiness for them. Their oldest son had not been able to come home for the holidays. Train after train had passed the house, slowed down, and stopped at the little station about a mile down the tracks. But no son of theirs had got off. He was a busy man. No doubt he would have come had he been able to leave his job.

What a happy time of the year Christmas would be for mothers and fathers could they have all their children with them if only for a few days. As they had seen the crowded trains go past they had wondered just how few of them were not on their way to make someone happy. Even now as the holidays were nearing a close they imagined every passenger returning home, pondering in his heart the good wishes he had received on leaving some happy person. Such warm thoughts were probably of much good on this night. What miserable weather it was for traveling. Trains had been running behind schedule all day. Even now it was eleven oâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;clock and the western flyer should have passed ten minutes ago. Already the eastbound local could be heard whenever the wind subsided, 240

pulling into the siding down the tracks a short distance. It would have to stay there until the flyer came through.

By this time father had forgotten about his book. His pipe, no longer lit, was resting gently on his chest. His thoughts of trains, westbound and eastbound, passengers and good wishes for safe journeys wondered on and on. Now he could hear a different tune mingled with that of the wind — the monotonous hum of wheels. What a beautiful song they sang.

With the many years spent so near them their song had become a part of himself. He recognized it immediately as the tune of the flyer. Its harmony was not as smooth as it usually was.

There seemed to be a discord - a low, ponderous tone, just like that of a train making its start. A train making its start — that’s what the local would sound like. The local — had those crazy fools let the local pull out when they knew the flyer was coming through at sixty miles an hour. The two melodies grew louder, the one with its same, continuous hum, the other rising in pitch as its speed increased. Louder and louder 一couldn’t someone stop them — the two trains must meet — they were on the same track. Louder and louder the discord grew until he thought his head would burst. Then it happened. The crash was unearthly — steel against steel — he couldn’t stand the thought of what would result.. It would be — ‘‘Junior! —Junior, now look what you did. Those brand new trains you got for Christmas all broken to pieces — I knew we should have returned the one your uncle gave you. One was enough. Now they’re both wrecked.”

IT HAPPENED IN SUMMER Hn E. Paustian

**Boy, what a story! It’ll make history, chief. Can’t you see the headlines—/ Dunne Saved From Chair. Think of it, fifteen minutes before he dies, we, of the Milwaukee Courier, come in with the evidence that saves him from the chair.

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“Aw, nuts; he’ll be so much happier to be freed. After all, he shouldn’t begrudge us a little jack for saving his life, should he?” ‘‘You’re on”，fairly shouted the rejuvenated editor. “Will this be something! All of Chicago is practically tearing down the jail to free the kid. His looks and actions at the trial made a big hit with John Q. Public. And those pictures we carried of Dunne’s aged mother weeping bitterly didn’t hurt the cause any either. We’ll have to get some pictures of her when the news reaches her. You get the complete story written and set up, all ready for press, and I’ll take the confession down to Chicago. Let’s see, it’s three good hours from here to the jail in Chicago where the execution is almost coming off. That’s at 12 noon. I’ll leave here at 8:30 and get there at about 11:30 and pull my act which willput the ‘Milwaukee Courier’ back out of the red.”

Jim Smith was an excited man as he slowed his car down in front of the old jail in which he soon would start the commotion of the century. He felt of his side pocket. Yes, the confession was there. Everything was set. It was twentyfive to twelve. Plenty of time. Locking the door of his car, he visualized his name in every headline; his picture on every front page, holding the confession; the “Milwaukee Courier” prosperous once more; Jimmy Dunne in the arms of his happy mother!

Seeing a newsboy at the entrance shouting “Extry” as vo­ ciferously as possible, Smith more out of habit than anything else bought a paper. Proceeding through the long hall of the building, Smith opened the paper, wanting only a peep at the headlines. What he saw sent him reeling onto a nearby chair.

Chicago weeps; Dunne dead at 12:03. ’’ But his watch showed 11:40; had he forgotten to wind it? What was the cause of the horrible blunder? As his dazed eyes skimmed over the article, Smith suddenly saw the explanation. The paper said, ‘‘一he died at exactly 12:03, Chicago Daylight Saving Time!” i«

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Time! We all use — and abuse it. The greatest human blessing and at the same time, man’s relentless enemy; time, ever constant, yet ever fickle, but what is it?

Very few people would be bold enough to stand up and say to all the world that there is no such thing as time. None of us can conceive what life would be without time, we assume it is present, yet it is palpable to none of our senses. Is it matter or energy, or neither? Is it a fluid, a liquid, or a solid? Is it con­ tinuous in substance, or composed of an infinite number of particles or quanta, or is it without substance? No man has yet been able to isolate time chemically and determine its valence or atomic weight. Still it’s there. Is it perhaps a something without characteristic, which permeates and influences all things but is itself influenced by nothing?

Time must be alive, because it ever moves. It never sleeps. Or does it sometimes rest and as we say “stand still,” when no one is watching. Or is time merely a machine, impelled by some power not its own? But time doesn’t always move at the same speed. Surely not. How fast it moves on the last few days of vacation, and how slow in German or Hebrew class. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could control its motion to suit our notions? Time always moves forward. How interest­ ing it would be if we could push a button or move a lever and shift time into reverse.

On closer scrutiny we discover that time governs our mind and our body differently. Our body is more restricted by it. It can live only momentarily and then only in the present, while our mind can live also in the past and future, occasionally, and in more than one fraction of time simultaneously. What an uninteresting and dead world this would be if our mind were as limited by time as our body. If this were so, all history, remembrance, and creative ability would be lacking in the world. Think of it! We would be mere automatons with a mental power limited to the acquiring of a few mechanical for­ mulae, such as one plus one make two, or a curved continuous line equidistant from a fixed point is a circle. To be sure our mind is limited as regards the time that is to come, and for this we are thankful.

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Time is commonly divided into past, present, and future, but what do these terms mean? Are they not merely arbitrary designations of man? Who will define past time? Why, you say, it’s the time that is gone, that has been lived. All very true, but who will show me its limits, its beginning and end?

What again is present and future time? Christmas day, 1938, once it was future time, once present, and now and forevermore it is past time. Why? How? How true it is: “Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.” It，s all very puzzling.

Of these three branches of time, the least definite, the most indeterminate, and certainly the most important is present time.

In it, and in it only, we live. And yet how big is this portion of the tape measure, time? Is the whole year the present time, or is it only an hour, minute, or second, or even less? Or is it a part of the measure at all? One writer says each moment is the meeting place of two eternities, past and future presumably.

So then maybe the present isn’t a time at all，but simply a dividing point in time. Your guess is as good as mine.

Einstein says time is not something fixed, it is, as all other things to him, relative. The revolving and rotating to the earth make time, so if man’s space-girdling speck of gray matter could devise some means of reaching out and stopping the earth in its orbit, time would also stop, and if he could turn the earth backwards, time would unroll its scroll and bring back past ages, much as a film unrolled backwards on the screen.

But is this so? Is not time greater even than our universe, is not the universe bound by the unrelenting hand of time even as we insignificant mites are?

But, is there such a thing as time at all? Perhaps what we call time is only a mental conception, as mental juxtaposing of events, the interrelation of whose occurrences result in a sequence which we are pleased, for want of a better expression, to label time.

Undoubtedly by this time I have succeeded in confusing you nearly as much as myself, so I shall just give you my idea of time. Time is a continuous band of smoked paper, both ends of which are hidden in impenetrable banks of darkness, and upon which a sharp-pointed stilus, moving at a slow and even speed, leaves a continuous mark, simple, complicated; heavy, 244

I '^TAatk ^ light; clear, confused. The marked portion is the past, tne un­ marked the future, the marker the present, and the marks themselves constitute history. Upon the stilus ride all living men; they come from nowhere, light upon it for a short time, and soon fall off into obscurity again, not, however, without having left their effect upon the course of the stilus.

THE GAP I like to hear the bell dong twelve And try to catch the new day sneaking into Time.

If one were only realizingly aware Of that infinite infinitesimality Between today and yesterday When Time is not, Eternity would be comprehendible Almost.

DEBUSSY ON CASCADES AND CHORDS i?. Gchrke

To most people, music lovers and even musicians, the name ‘‘Claude Debussy’’ seems to conjure up an idea of impressionism, of soft moonlight on the glittering surface of a foun­ tain, or a sunken cathedral, or a maiden with flaxen hair, all arising from the peculiar harmonic, tone color of his music.

The picture of this composer so often given is that of a young pianist who would sit at the piano and improvise cascades of unorthodox chords, consecutive fifths and octaves in parallel motion, false relations, and even chords of the eleventh and sixteenth. “Consecutive octaves are forbidden, ’’ he said, “Why, and by whom?” The contrast between this young man, who was finally put out of the Conservatory, and the finished artist of later years, whose works succeeded in becoming the most beautiful and classic of modern music, 一 the contrast between them has always been a pleasing attraction to new groups of musicians and their followers. They even point to Debussy as their prophet and try to force others to believe the falsehood that Debussy strove for complete freedom from all previously accepted standards.

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Nonsense!” Guiraud answered, “You are forgetting, my young friend, that you spent ten years of your life studying in the Conservatory,” Finally Debussy admitted, “Yes, perhaps what I said was idiotic. It is a difficult question, anyway, and it seems im­ possible to reconcile all its aspects. But one thing is positively sure: I feel free only because I went through the mill of complete schooling; and if I can get away from the fugue, it is because I know how to write one.”

A man who is often considered to be an iconoclast of the most daring type and who in reality made use of bold innova­ tions to develop his art had shown how he valued slow assimi­ lating of long recognized principles and had given his word to the age-old principle that complete and unrestrained freedom from all previously accepted standards is practically impossible. < i

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Poor Gertie Stein, struggling to cut a figure in the literary world, writes more wisely than she knows. “Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose” might sound idiotically incomprehensible, but she may justly insist that for her that phrase is perfectly expressive of her conception of whatever it is. For you must understand that the sentence is the bane of all imaginative literature — subject, verb, object, copula, predicate, modifiers adjectival and adverbial in correct proximity, commas, the period—a crude, artificial, and mechanical means of expression, actually merely an attempted translation of one’s real and yet al­ most intangible concepts, emotions, and feelings into the stereo­ typed medium of man’s common, ordinary, hackneyed com­ municative efforts.

One’s mind, that is, one’s impressions, ideas, and feelings are certainly very ungrammatical, to say the least; why, then, try to force a square peg into a round hole by making an attempt to impart them to someone else in a vehicle incapable of con­ veying them ? If, as psychologists maintain, the human mind 246

cannot directly, immediately, and absolutely be aware of, realize, or appreciate the full content of a term, why hamper and hinder the soarings of one’s thoughts by the shackles of grammatical constructions, the which are unnatural, inexact, and unable to transmit a true and actual conception precisely as one experienced it.

Words, phrases, and just transcribed sounds, juxtaposed in pleasing euphony or with striking effect according as they are conjured up by whatever occupies the mind at the moment — thus would and should the fanciful spirit write in the comfort­ ing, if somewhat romantic, hope that possibly somewhere, some­ time a kindred spirit will read — and understand.

APATHY vs. ACTIVITY /?. P. Krause

Picture if you will, a youth, broken-hearted by his rejection in favor of a wealthier though more unworthy suitor, a youth whose eagerly cherished hopes have been ruthlessly smashed by a single unexpected blow. Blindly seeking an outlet for his pent-up emotion, he curses the girl, her husband, her future, and is himself overtaken by despair. He realizes the need of some action to overcome these bitter feelings, yet his spirits sink hopelessly again as he observes that all things are seeming­ ly barred with gold and are only to be opened with more gold.

This is all too often a typical observation; but just what would a young man in such a predicament do ?

Tennyson shows him two solutions to the problem. First of all, he could follow the example set forth in the “Lotus Eaters’’. His would then be a life of laziness and continual weariness. By stepping out of the contest and retiring to the sidelines, he will always see things in the same condition and soon interest in everything. To his mind, death is the end of life, hence why should he labor all his days? He will rest in­ stead.

The second plan is much more exspessive of Tennyson^ own personal opinion. The poet’s firm belief in immorality serves to elevate and purify his ideas of the present life. In “Ulysses” and “Locksley Hall” he urges the youth to step into the fray, to be a part of this world, or, as he aptly puts it, “How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine 247

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THE SAVOYARDS R, J. Pope

Two men, each brilliant in his own field, personally almost repulsive to one another, yet finding in the other the completion of a full genius. Such is the story of Gilbert and Sullivan.

William Schwenk Gilbert, like Lewis Carroll, dropped into the humorous side of literature, although highly successful in a serious occupation, law. It all started in his contributions to a periodical, his Bab Ballads, which the future magistrate wrote in his twenties.

Arthur Sullivan, on the other hand, was practically weaned upon music. His early works were usually serious compositions, hardly foreshadowing the light, frothing meringue which he was later to whip up. For he is also remembered for such songs as “Onward Christian Soldiers,” and “The Lost Chord,” a very popular song at the turn of the century.

About 1871 a young impresario, Richard D’Oyly Carte, seeing possibilities in a collaboration of the two, brought them together. Their first work was Thespis in 1872. Their first real success, however, came in 1875 with Trial by Jury. From then on the names of Gilbert and Sullivan were inseparable.

Throughout the period of collaboration D’Oyly Carte was ever the guiding spirit. Because of the respective antipathies of the two, D’Oyly was often at his wit’s end to keep them together. A good illustration of this is the American visit.

Following the success of H. M. S. Pinafore rival companies sprang up all over, using pirated scores. This action spread to America. In order to be sure that they would capitalize a little on their labor, D’Oyly Carte took the pair to America. After 248

the first performance by the London company the audience cheered wildly and called for the collaborators. After some coaxing they appeared one from each end of the stage, and without glancing at the other, bowed gravely to the audience.

Again without noticing the other they withdrew.

After all the great operas were written, the two actually did part. When they were reunited again their output lacked the sparkling, scintillating character, which was formerly characteristic of them.

About two years ago some critic stated that the light operas of Gilbert and Sullivan were the most profitable stage produc­ tions of all ages, including the present This is perhaps a bit of a bald statement. Still, the crowds who turn out year after year to hear these operas is surprising. Their worth can be judged also by the fact that the movies periodically fall all over themselves to get the film rights. The Cartes have finally capitulated, for only last summer The Mikado was filmed with Kenny Baker in the lead.

Perhaps the thing that attracted the contemporary audiences was the witty satire upon English political life. Gilbert was almost a privileged character in his ability to ridicule the dig­ nitaries of arnjy, navy, court and police, the House of Lords, ultraesthetic literature, and countless other things, without giving offence. His verse has sparkle without sting; vivacity without vulgarity. Gilbert was a master of swinging meter and unexpected rhyme, especially of mouth-filling polysylables, This, mixed with paradoxes and ludicrous dilemmas in the plot, and the satire on life of his day folded in, was the recipe for a Gilbert libretto.

When Sullivan received a portion of the book, he first trans­ lated it into longs and shorts, and having thus got the rhythm, proceeded to melody and harmony. As an example of the copy which Sullivan received, read an excerpt from the “Nightmare” song from Iolanthe: ‘‘When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety; I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety; For your brain is on fire—the bedclothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you; 249

f —邮J31⑽k First your counterpane goes and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you;” “You’re a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for head’s on the floor, and you’ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins, and your flesh is a-creep, for your left leg’s asleep, and you’ve a cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose, and some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, and a thirst that’s intense, and a general sense that you haven’t been sleeping in clover;’’ Sullivan’s music was admirably fitted to the wit, and served to give it permanent place in the memory of the public. Time and again one hears remarks to the effect that Sullivan’s music is too light to be treated with any great seriousness. Such statements are usually made by those fresh in music and eager to start from the top. They want the very heaviest of Wagner.

Yet here we have what have been correctly adjudged the finest examples of light opera. And there is the joyful fact, that they are written in English! One hears not merely the music, but understands the words. Who understands, word for word, the opera broadcasts on Saturdays? And did not Wagner say that there should be complete correspondence between score and libretto?

Asa conclusion to this discussion upon the value of Sullivan’s music read the following quotation from the Read^s Digest of April 1937, “There are a few musicians so lofty as not to admit that Sullivan’s operas deserve their immortality.”

That was the astonishing case of genius. Two men, mut­ ually repellent, bound by something that transcended human antipathy. ______________ OPEN, SESAME G. F.

Give the password! The ability to answer that curt com­ mand has been of vital importance at times. If some Jews had been able to say “shibboleth” instead of ‘‘sibboleth” they might have had their rightful three-score and ten, instead of being most effectively dispatched by the sword. It was just a little thing, but they didn’t quite make the grade.

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Baba and the Forty Thieves” we find an incident in which the knowledge of a password was desirable. As I recall it, there was a huge cave in which a vast amount of treasure was con­ cealed. A massive door barred the entrance to the cave. No one could enter unless he was able to speak the magic words ‘‘open, sesame.” One poor unfortunate Arab stood outside scratching his turban trying vainly to think of the password.

All he could say was, "open, wheat, open, barley etc.” He too just narrowly missed what he was looking for.

Perhaps we, too, are trying to say, ‘‘open, sesame’’一 groping for some password that will swing open the door for us.

Man has been looking for just such a panacea since his inception.

Some few have found it, others just narrowly missed it, while the majority either miss completely or do not even try. Some turn to scientific research; some page through musty volumes — the vestiges of a former civilization; some seek nature; some turn to religion; some seek to quiet their souls in the universal language of music.

Last night I went to bed with my head a seething mass of disconnected thoughts all jumbled together in a hopeless con­ glomeration. Finally I slept, and sleep brought dreams too complex to try to recollect.

When I awoke —Ah! Rapture, bliss, joy supreme — sesame!

I could turn over and sleep for hours and hours.

IN OR ON A WASTEBASKET T. P. B.

After I had cast another piece of paper in the wastebasket I wondered what had prompted me to do it. The piece of paper I so nonchalantly had tossed into the basket certainly in my opinion was not waste. That piece of paper represented my work for the next day. In my opinion not waste — it would be an insult to me and my efforts to call it waste.

This so-called wastebasket was probably first used by Sir Thomas a Baskette who at one time having scrawled something absolutely useless, in disgust threw it into the nearest cuspidor, at that time very popular. Somehow he forgot himself and kept on writing useless things. His cuspidor was only of limited size and he necessarily had to find something that had more volume. Naturally he took a bushel basket. Now he 251 .

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But I have lost my point. I had just put a piece of work, unartistic to put it mildly, into the basket which was filled to the brim. Suddenly an idea struck me. Why, instead of throwing things into it, couldn’t I take things out and obtain my knowledge from the fragments ? Of course I first drew the conclusions that there was something of worth in the basket.

Immediately I realized that the term “waste-basket” was a misnomer and that the noun basket without the adjective waste was much more fitting. All material in such a basket is not waste. Many of Mozart’s woodwind quartettes were found in a basket— to call them waste would be sacrilegious. Much of the world’s literature has been found in the miscalled waste baskets.

I stared at my basket. Perhaps something in it had great value. I was only hoping. The force of this idea held me spellbound. It fascinated me. So slowly I began to take the paper out of the basket. Well, the first fragment was rather blighting to my blooming idea. It was nothing but an examina­ tion paper. My diligent work and preparation was portrayed by that piece of paper. The grade wasn’t so good; nevertheless in some future examination I might profit by it. After having carefully smoothed its wrinkles I put it aside for “future reference”. My next grab wasn’t very good — just an adver­ tisement for non-scratch paper. Truly here my idea bogged down; I always had used non-scratch paper for my penmanship and in the second place it was up to my pen whether or not it wanted to scratch. But then since the advertisement was on the highly advertised non-scratch paper probably it would be of some future use.

My next grab gave me a letter or rather part of it. For some reason or other I had never mailed it, not because it wasn’t fitting and proper, but most likely because at the time I had written it, it hadn’t struck my fancy so I had tossed it into my basket, but now it seemed I could use it, so I quickly changed the date and mailed it. Really not a piece of trash.

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^ 3^eZl J piece of paper certainly was a waste; but then I found an excuse. I had cast it into my receptacle before I had obtained my idea. Truly from now on I never would throw away a clean piece of paper. Ordinarily I’m not given to wasting, but that piece of paper, and, since through Adam I am related quite distantly to the Scotch, I preserved it.

So on through the basket each piece represented some definite effort. But another idea struck: why had I thrown the paper away in the first place? Certainly the paper on my desk would never really help me, and where was I to put it; certainly not into my drawer. If I’d keep it, it wouldn’t benefit me.

Each piece in relation to itself meant nothing; in relation to the finished product it is very important.

I looked at the mess on my desk and impulse seized me and everything went into the waste basket. — Something distinctly tells me the waste basket would be all too fitting for this piece of corruption. ______________ MAYBE THERE ISN’T ANY Matthew Arnold once said something to the effect that ‘‘culture is contact with the best that has been said and thought in this world.” We are in no position to question this state­ ment, but granted that it is true and applicable, in what a sorry mess our haughty intellectuals would be if by some improbable but possible trick of Fate all extant records and evidences of the best that Civilization or Humanity has produced would be utterly destroyed and even forgotten. That is to say, must we have a criterion or standard by which we ascertain our own degree of ‘‘cultuah:’？ If we were forced to begin from scratch, so to speak, in our intellectual aspirations, would we be unable to feel that warm glow of satisfaction which most certainly is the cultured person’s only reward if no one has gone before us and left in his wake at least a bit of what is so handily termed "the best?”

On the other hand, who is to determine just what is “the best that has been said etc?n It would be absurd to accept the opinion of the majority, since the majority is better classified as the “masses.” To whom then do we turn? Why, to the people of refinement, of taste, of culture. But in effect that is putting the cart before the horse, because as yet we can’t tell who the people of culture are, since there is no one to tell us what culture is, if you follow me... Try again, Mr. Arnold.

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A bit belatedly we report that we have been informed that the Rev. A. W. Voges，’28, of Vassar, Michigan and Miss Dorothy Zeile, daughter of Rev. Zeile of Saginaw, Michigan, have announced their engagement. The wedding will take place some time in June.

The Rev. R. Fenske, ’14，now professor at Lutheran High School in Milwaukee has accepted a call to Northwestern Lutheran Academy, Mobridge, So. Dak. He will occupy the position vacated by Prof. H. Oswald. Professor Oswald will come to Watertown to join the faculty at Northwestern College next fall.

The Rev. Julius Gamm, ’90, of La Crosse, Wisconsin, is recovering from a long illness. Professor Schumann has been serving the congregation in his place.

William Thierfelder, ex ’35, has received a call to canvass in Madison, Wisconsin. Gerhardt Ehlert, a graduate of the class of ’35, has received a call to assist Dr. Wente, pastor at Crete, Illinois.

Lester Groth, ’35, has accepted a teaching position at the Rev. Koelpin’s congregation in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

The Rev. M. Fleischer, ’30. formerly of Ked Granite, Wis­ consin, has accepted a call to Ripon, Wisconsin.

The Rev. C. Kionka，’25，of Saginaw, Michigan, was married on December 15th.

Miss Elenore Reuschel, one of the class of ’38，is now teaching at the Rev. W. Gieschen’s congregation at Green Bay, Wis. William Koenig, who was a member of the Sexta class in 1900，recently visited the college, accompanied by Rev. Wm. Wojahn.

Carl Starke formerly of Denver, Col., now of Arcadia, Mich., a member of Commercial Department in 1920, paid a visit to Northwestern during the vacation.

Dr. Carl Spilman, ’20, was recently made a member of the faculty at Wagner College, Staten Island, New York City, as instructor of education. He received his doctors degree at New York University in 1933 and has been assistant to Pro­ fessor Paul R. Radosavljevich of the department of experimental education at N. Y. U. 254

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Campus and Classroom To Norbert Reim goes the distinction of having pre­ sented the first literary program of the season. Emcee Reim took it upon himself to offer illuminative information on the already well illuminated figure of Napoleon Bonaparte.

To the credit of Mr. Reim and collaborators we can justly say that Napoleon fared a good deal better on December 15, 1938 than he did oil June 18, 1815. Included on the program were speeches by Walter Scheitel, Ralph Gehrke, and Ger­ hard Franzmann, a German declamation by Ralph Schaller, and a duet by the Hillmer brothers. A one-act play, “Napoleon，s Barber,was presented as the finale, featuring Irv Weiss (the barber). Mr. Weiss’s supporting cast included Howard Ambelang (Napoleon), Miss Ruby Hardiman (Irv’s wife), and Henry Gieschen, Jr. (Irv’s son).

MALADY IN F M1N0K A squangy lurching between my stomach-ache, Ooooaaaawlioosliti! ?

A driggly oystroid slithers in and out among my cerebral convultions.

Wadsa madder, liddle sluggy-wuggy? ^Larlaboombodahmodagoozshahabodre— toolalioolanicky-ydaeja! ’’ Memento mori.

I don’t want no castor oil, mamma.

From various sources I have heard hints to the effect that students at NWC are a bit under par when it comes to being mannerly. To be more exact, as the French say, in this respect our students are only couci-couci, and tlie French know, too. It is hard to believe, but I have actually heard some of our students called “boors.” (Sorry, but I can’t mention names). I cannot say whether these particu­ lar students were really at such great fault at to deserve the epithet “booris颂 but, whether they were or not, one thing remains a fact: the average student can stand some brushing-up on his etiquette. It is to this end, then, that I am writing this article. Of course you realize that even I can’t cover the whole field of etiquette in one brief article, so, to confine myself to the limitations of space, I have chosen for discussion only a few of the more perplexing 255

problems of etiquette, a good understanding of which will be of practical use to every student.

I. Masticatories, and where to use them.

Fortunately very few of our students indulge in the sport of chewing tobacco, the vile weed! This is fortunate, I say, because it eliminates the necessity of discussing this most unsavory masticatory. Let us move on speedily, then, to the subject of gum-chewing. In the matter of gum-chew­ ing I agree with Emily Post, who, they tell me, also knows something about etiquette. This authority makes the state­ ment “Under no circumstances is it permissible to chew gum in public.” This leaves, then, only two possibilities of exercising your embouchure without advertising the fact that you are a cad and a bounder, sir! One alternative is to crawl into some corner where no one will look at you and expect you at any moment to emit a well-rounded, resonant “moo!” The other is to attend classes. Here you may moo as much as you wish.

II. The Popcorn ball problem.

How often hasn’t it happened that a hostess whom you were visiting said to you, “\^on’t you have one of my deli­ cious popcorn balls?” You, of course, were unable to refuse a popcorn ball so highly recommended, especially because they were either blue or brown and I wish I knew and don’t ask me what. (Henceforth, for the sake of brevity, I shall abbreviate popcorn ball thus: PCB; plu. PCB’s.) But after you had the PCB, did you know how to dispose of it proper­ ly? Aye, there’s the rub: how to dispose of a PCB properly.

Theoretically, PCB’s were made to be eaten. But did you ever see the inventor of PCB’s eat one? No, I ask you. In actuality it is impossible for the well-bred gentleman to tackle a PCB in a public gathering without in some way or other suffering a loss of his dignity. Alackandwelladay!What to do? The answer is not so hard to find as it may seem. The best solution to your problem is to strike up a friendship with the dog of the family which you are visiting.

After you know him quite well, politely explain your pre­ dicament and ask him to sit behind your chair. With one hand break off small pieces of the PCB and drop them to the dog while with the other you feign the motion of con­ veying the pieces of the PCB to your mouth. You needn’t worry about the dog. The PCB won’t hurt him a bit because popcorn is conducive to good digestion. If there is no dog around, try something else.

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tlie natural tendency to liurl at the monitor all mannfer of remarks, usually of an uncomplimentary and occasionally impolite nature. The well-mannered student must bear in mind, however, that it is improper to be loud or boisterous.

Therefore, when he feels the need of giving vent to his feelings by hurling a string of indecorous epithets at the monitor, lie should restrain himself and say smilingly, "Good morning, dear monitor.’’ Hurling a shoe at the moni­ tor, however, is entirely another matter and must be frowned upon unless the monitor happens to be smaller than you.

IV. Correct behavior in a soporiferous classroom.

Here we come to a difficult subject indeed. When you feel yourself becoming drowsy in a classroom, the most practical thing to do is to open the windows. At times, however, even this will be of no avail, for while it is true that fresh air will always come into the room, it is not always true that the cause of the sleepy atmosphere will leave the room. This is a matter entirely beyond the con­ trol of any student. In a case of this sort I usually follow the advice of Emily Post, who, they tell me, also knows something about etiquette and please pardon her redundan­ cy. She says, “If a situation arises when you do not know the correct thing to do, imagine the other person in your place and you will have the correct answer. Then act ac­ cordingly.In applying this theory to the soporific class­ room I merely picture the professor sitting in my seat.

Then I act accordingly, but first I tell my neighbor to wake me when the bell rings.

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Aurora 19 N WC 21 The Goslings opened their pre-Christmas schedule with three wins in four contests. On December ninth they opened the season with a 21-19 win over the Aurora Spartans. Since Aurora dropped out of the Tri-State Conference, this was probably the last appearance of an Aurora quint on this floor.

The game started slowly, and as the score indicates, continued that way throughout the whole contest. Coach Umnus* socalled “Shock troops” played on even terms with their Illinois rivals, but the credit of winning the fray goes entirely to the “HotShots,” who built up a fair lead only to see it dwindle rather rapidly in the closing minutes of play.

Aurora FG FT F TP FG FT F TP N WC 1 0 1 2 Hackbarth, f 10 12 Bretthauer, f 0 0 0 0 10 12 Dean, f Schweppe, f 2 12 5 Naumann, c 110 3 Seibert, f 2 0 3 4 Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Clark, c 0 0 0 0 Kuehl, g 10 0 2 Council, c 3 0 4 6 Berg, f 13 0 5 Lockward, 0 0 0 0 10 0 2 Ruby, g Koeninger, f 10 0 2 Seehusen, c 2 0 2 4 Stephens, g Hoffmann, g 10 0 2 Frey, g 0 111 Extension 25 NWC 39 The following- day the local cagers motored to Milwaukee and downed the U. of W. Extension five in a hard fought con258

te5t. Hackbarth and Naumann^scored »just often enough to maintain a slim lead over Extension’s sharp shooting center, Hennings. The game was nip and tuck until the middle of the second half when Bugs Kuehl found the hoop and rolled in four buckets in about three minutes. This spurt turned the tide of the battle and the opponents never were able to overcome the lead. Hennings was the outstanding performer of the game.

Extension FG FT F FT FG FT F TP NWC 2 0 2 4 Hackbarth, f 4 13 9 Sjogren, f 0 0 3 0 0 0 2 0 Cleary, f Schweppe, f 0 0 0 0 5 13 11 Kertz, f Naumann, c 6 1 1 13 0 0 0 0 Hennings, c Gottschalk, g 2 14 5 4 3 2 11 Sorenson, c Kuehl, g 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 4 Thurbber, c Berg, f 2 0 0 0 2 0 Finch, g Koeninger, f 0 0 0 0 1 0 12 Lanyske, g Seehusen, c 0 12 1 0 0 10 Anderson, g Hoffmann, g 0 0 0 0 Frey g 1 0 0 2 Vogt, g 0 0 0 0 Rubin, g Whitewater Teachers 51 N WC 33 The Gosling’s hopes of an undefeated season were shattered by a sharp shooting： ganj? of cagers at Whitewater, Decmber 12.

Although the locals were able to roll in the first bucket, they were not able to hold that lead for any length of time At half time the score stood 26—19. The Quakers came out the second half and practically scored at will. The slippery condition of the floor and the numerous Whitewater replacements proved too much for the locals.

NWC FG FT P TP Whitewater FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 0 0 4 0 Hungerford, f 0 0 1 0 Schweppe, f 1 0 3 2 Krause, f 10 0 2 Naumann, c 3 2 3 8 Lyons, f 0 0 0 0 Hoffmann, g 0 1 ] 1 Pitzner, f 4 3 1 11 Kuehl, g 113 3 Hoyum, f 2 0 12 Berg, f 4 10 9 McQuade, f 0 0 0 0 Koeninger, f 1113 Austin, c 5 2 4 12 Seehusen, c 1113 Bon telle, c 0 0 10 Frey, g 1 2 3 4 Koenings, c 2 0 14 Koth, c 0 0 0 0 Plyer, g 4 2 3 10 Farina, g 0 0 10 Smith, g 0 0 10 Smiley, g 0 0 0 0 Gaw, g 4 2 Farina, g 10 0 2 Hulick, g 10 0 2 Shattuck, g 0 0 0 0 259

N WC 31 Seminary 24 On the fourteenth of December the locals made easy work of downing their opponents from Thiensville. As far as team play is concerned, this contest brought it to a point which had not been reached in previous contests. The Goslings creptinton an early lead but were always pressed by the shooting of Mark Schwartz. In the second half the “Shock Troops” increased the lead to eight points. At this stage of the game Coach Umnus inserted the other five; they also were able to hold the Seminary scoring threats to a minimum.

FG FT F TP NWC Seminary FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 10 12 G. Frey, f 2 0 14 Schweppe, f 4 2 0 10 I. Frey, f 10 0 2 Naumann, c 10 12 Schwartz, f 4 13 9 Hoffmann, g 2 0 0 4 Koehler, c 10 0 2 Kuehl, g 0 0 0 0 Sydovv, c 0 0 0 0 Berg, f 1 0 2 2 Lambert, g 10 0 2 Koeninger, f 3 10 7 Hallemeyer, g 0 0 0 0 Seehusen, c 2 0 14 Roekle, g 2 10 5 Frey, g 0 0 0 0 Zimmermann, g 0 0 0 6 Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Varsity 24 Preps 20 After a five day lay off the Varsity cagers dumped the highly touted Northwestern Preps in a contest that closed the books for the year 1938. Although the score might not indicate it, the game was faster and rougher than usual. Since both fives are accustomed to the same type of offensive and defensive measures, many scoring threats were nipped in the bud. The The collegian air-tight defense and their ability to keep the ball moving gave the varsity its annual victory over the Preps.

FG FT F TP Varsity Preps FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 2 0 2 4 Hartwig, f 0 111 Schweppe, f 2 0 0 4 Sch叩penhauer，f0 0 0 0 Naumann, c 10 3 2 Schumann, f 3 4 4 10 Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Walthers, f 0 0 0 0 Kuehl, g 0 111 Grosnick, c 3 12 7 Berg, f 1 0 0 2 Zastrow, c 0 0 0 0 Koeninger, f 3 13 7 Stel ter, g 0 2 12 Seehusen, c 1^22 Behling, g 0 0 10 1 u u ^ Hoffmann, g 0 0 3 0 Frey, g Miners 31 Goslings 22 The Goslings dropped their first conference game of the season to the defending champions at Platteville on January seventh. The locals got off to a lead and were able to maintain it for about fifteen minutes. The Miners, led by Schroeder’s 260

shooting finally pulled ahead at half-time. The score 15—13.

An inspired Gosling squad took the floor the second half and rolled in six points to hold the lead once more. Once again the Miners took control; they tied the score, went ahead in a hot streak, and never were threatened after that.

FG FT F TP Miners NWC FG FT F TP 4 3 0 11 Schroeder, f Hackbarth, f 0 14 1 2 3 17 3 0 0 6 De Witt, f Schweppe, f 0 14 1 Parish, c Naumann, c 2 0 4 4 110 3 Kitelinger, g Kuehl, g 2 0 3 4 Hoffmann, g 10 0丨 2J Kobdish, g 0 0 10 0 10 Berg, f 2 115 10 2 2 Carey, g Koeninger, f 2 0 2 4 Seehusen, c Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 10 12 Frey, g Northwestern 26 Seminary 27 The Goslings again hit their stride against the Seminary cagers, but this time just squeezed out a one-point victory.

The locals were able to build up a slight margin at half-time 14—11; and after the rest period they increased the lead to six points. But a fast breaking quint that was handicapped by the loss of their ace forward, Mark Schwartz, gradually closed the gap. With ten minutes to play the locals retained a lead of one point 21—20. In rather quick succession Koehler, Roekle, und Lambert dropped in buckets, but they were matched by Hackbarth and Hoffmann. With but twenty seconds remaining the Goslings intercepted a pass and sent a long one down to Fritz Naumann, who pushed one in from the free throw line. There was just time enough to put the ball into play.

The Goslings played very consistent ball, scoring fourteen points each half. They mixed their fast breaks with some good ball handling and consequently broke into the win column once more.

• N WC FG FT F TP Seminary FG FT F TP 1113 Hackbarth, f 2 13 5 G. Frey, f Schweppe, f 3 0 16 Roekle, f, c 2 3 17 Naumann, c 2 13 5 Hallemeyer, f 10 2 2 Hoffmann, g f f 丨 | Koehler, c 2 10 5 Kuehl, g 0 10 Zimmermann, g 0 1 1 1 0 Berg, f T 门 0 0 0 0 Koeninger, f 10 12 I- Frey, g 4 12 9 Seehusen, c 0 10 1 Lambert, g Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Frey, g 0 0 0 0 261

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— The Wind is Contrite............

Classics or Classics ?---- ----Poetry.....................................

I Play Cornet.........................

A Few More Things_______ Proof......................................

Coffee Clutch.........................

Don’t Raise Gazelles!........ .

So Sad, But That’s Why, Too A Winter’s Tale................ .

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EDITORIALS— T’ Cul’ivate and to be Cultivated.. 279 Cures Heartache, Stomach-ache 283 and What-have-you ....

ALUMNI NOTES......................

284 285 CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM 287 ATHLETICS...........................

THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII.

Watertown, Wis., Feb. 1939

Number 9

second Postoftice March 3. 1870. Published inoutlily. Subscription, One Dollar.

THE WIND IS CONTRITE Irvin IF. Weiss

A lonesome, barren, low-bent tree And stooped by dire poverty, Sought refuge from the laughing wind That howled in glee when it, unkind, Chilled its lone partner of the plain ä¸&#x20AC; Sought refuge near the earth in vain.

Then one cold day through untracked snow Came man and boy. And from its foe They saved the hapless, tortured tree.

Now oâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;er the place where used to be Its only butt, the wind once gay, In silence goes its mourning way.

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CLASSICS OR CLASSICS? j. v.

A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read. In this one pregnant sentence Mark Twain gives his definition of that thing over which so many thoughts and words have been expressed. Since one definition may serve as well as any other, let us try to peruse this sentence reading in a prologue, examining the lines in between and ad­ ding the afterbeats. Just what is it in a classic that produces this effect ? Perhaps if we answer this question clearly enough we could get a job with Mr. Webster or Mr. Britannica, to be further consulted in the future on some dark point.

One thing is certain. Classics are found more or less in a period from the first time man (or woman) took pencil in hand down through years and years of scribbled pages and overflow­ ing waste baskets to within a few years of the present day.

One cannot include the present time because of a second charac­ teristic of the classic that because it is what it is it takes a certain length of time to decide whether it is going to be or isn’t going to be what it must be to be a classic.

We have been told to consult the “big book” when in need of desired information. Webster says that a classic is, quote, a work of the highest class and of acknowledged excellence, or its author — orig. and still esp. used of Greek and Latin works or authors (often in the pi” and with the) but now applied also to authors and works of a like character in any language, and extended to art, unquote. That clears things up immensely.

Now all we have to decide is who or what decides when a classic is a classic and why, because a classic is a classic, everybody wants to have read it and nobody wants to read it.

Let us go back as far as we can remember to the first of the so-called classics, Homer. When we think of Homer we may mean the man, of whom we know little else than that he lived c. 750 B. d and was blind, or we might mean that Homer which has come down to us in the form of the Odyssey and the Iliad.

Noah (better known by the pseudonym Webster) says classic may refer either to the author or to the work. This may bring up the question of whether we remember a classic because it is a classic in itself, that is, in the work itself, or because it is a classic in its other meaning, that is, as far as its author is 263

concerned. Possibly it is no question at all. We should not be able to know the author had he not written something (or rather referring to Homer, sung something, for they say Homer him­ self never wrote a word, but his works were put in writing by some admirer). And yet, do we remember Homer merely be­ cause he wrote about Greeks and Trojans, or gods and Zeusborn, godlike men ? This may add to the enjoyment, but we really remember Homer as the work because in it we see Homer as the man. The author might have written about Napoleon and his return from Elba to his native France to rid his house of the suitors seeking the position he had held in the house and state. This might have been a classic had the “little general” lived about 750 B.C. and had the nickname Odysseus. So Homer could have written about anything with any setting, retaining but the same style (meter and vocables) and the same philosophy.

So it goes on through the ages, with Greek classics, Latin classics, Italian classics, French classics, English classics, and now even American classics. Poets, philosophers, and just plain writers have one by one joined the fold to be encored and sought after by their posterity.

Now the question is, why ?, I ask you. Fortunately not every man that has at one time or another written something (or sung something) is so in demand. And again I ask you for the second time, why ? In his introduction to the English Romantic Poets Mr. Stephens says that every fine writer passes through two periods of oblivion, the first, a ten-year period during his lifetime, the second following immediately upon his death to extent of some forty years. Then some trouble-stirrerupper happens by mistake to take a dusty book off the shelf and opens it. If the author is good, the trouble-stirrer-upper will put the volume on the table for further study. If at first glance he see that the author is no good he will put the book on a pile to be taken to the basement and later to some second-hand book-store, to be traded for another volume to fill up the lacuna on the shelf. The book placed on the table has the makings of a classic.

Now to return to Mark Twain’s definition, why does every­ body want to have read a book covered with forty years of dust, and nobody wants to read it? The trouble-stirrer-upper when next he picks up the shelfworn book (as he is cleaning the table 264

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this time) opens it again and begins to read. He runs across a good thought or two and remembers it. The next time he is in the midst of a discussion with a friend he unexpectedly pulls out one of these thoughts, dust it off and uses it. The friend, knowing it could not be original with him, asks from what source he got it. Right there the whole thing begins. Having learned of the book the friend goes Home, dusts off the top shelf of his library, and pulls out another forty-year old volume. This process can go on indefinitely and the first thing we know the Harvard Classics publishes a new volume with a new edition of what was once dead and buried.

The moral of the story is this. Either one should not dust more than the shelf of one’s bookcase which is directly and ever before the eye, or else help the cause along by dusting the entire bookcase regulary every forty years and give such men as Mark Twain and Noah Webster a chance to show their wis­ dom.

POETRY T. P. B.

If one studied all the volumes of poetry one still would not obtain a definition of the word, poetry. Most books on poetry have as their title page, “because of the limited size (even though the book has nine hundred and twenty pages not count­ ing the title page) we will here not attempt to define poetry•” Of course, since I have also very limited space it will also be im­ possible for me to define poetry.

It might be easier for one to say what is not poetry, but then every individual has his own taste or liking. However, to call everything that has rhyme and meter poetry is impossible.

Consider the poetry written in springtime such as Thy hair is like the moonshine So golden, silvery, slimy, Here the would-be poet loses his thought and can’t round out his noble effect; so rapidly he cuts it off with If you were only by me.

This is about the peak that poetry composed by some sick swain in the spring ever attains. To call that poetry would be an in­ sult to the art. Of course there are many more examples of such “Love in bloom” poetry, as I think of thee, sweet Genevieve, What would I do if thou shouldst leave ?

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do if suddenly his love were snatched away. Now we most likely agree that spring poetry is not poetry.

In this modern day a new style of poetry has come into the foreground. As yet it has not been named. Gertrude Stein brought it into prominence. This poetry or the mind of the poet is usually a single track leading nowhere. By the repeated use of the subject they create the effect. E. g” ' Button, button, button As a fitting conclusion one expects, “Who’s got the button?”.

But not these poets. Their finished product runs thus, Button, button, button Button, button, button 一 ’Tis but a man’s vest.

Such is their poetry. This poetry of course can or cannot be appreciated. Another example might show it in a more favor­ able light.

Ran, ran, ran, ran, Ran, ran, ran, Ran, ran, ran, ran, Ran, ran, ran, Am I tired.

It is impossible to see why that should be poetry. One might say it has thought, but that is a matter of opinion. Of course it has a nice smoothly running meter.

And then there is great poetry, but why it is such is difficult to define. It’s great because it is great. But then one often wonders why the poet wrote his poem or poetry with such a thought. Why did he pick those words when others would probably come into his mind as easily ? Most likely the best answer would be, “because he didn’t.” It doesn’t answer the question, but then it is an answer enough.

Just imagine if Schiller would have written his “Taucher” thus, Wer wagt es Rittersmann oder Knapp Zu trinken diesen Schund Einen goldenen Becher reich ich herab, Hat keiner ihn ausgetrunken bis zum Grund.

Of course my meter limps but what manner of poem would that have been had be continued in that thought ? So it is signi­ ficant that he didn’t continue that way.

Or had he written it thus, Wer wagt es Rittersmann oder Knapp zu lesen diesen Schund Ein Gedicht will ich nun schreiben ab An Welch’s ich verschwend’t hab manche Stund.

Die Gedanken sind wohl nicht mein eigen, Da ich sie aber erhalten, so kann ich sie nicht verschweigen.

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In all probability if Schiller had started thus he would never have completed his poem and had he, it would be found only in ‘‘his complete works’’. But since he didn’t continue thus, his poem lives as a classic. Why ? One might say it’s the thought, then again his presentation, but that would be evading the point. Probably it is because the poem lives that it is what it ' Oh yes, I wasn’t going to define poetry. is.

Ed. Note: I’m sure you didn’t.

I PLAY CORNET G. H.

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When I was in the fifth grade, my mother started my mysical training by sending me to a music teacher for my first piano lesson. For four years I struggled with an opportunity, the merits of which I neither recognized nor appreciated.

Without reflecting much on the virtues or the faults of piano playing, I was soon convinced in my own mind that the practice sessions were so much wasted time and effort, which could have been efficaciously spent in various important occupations, e. g. perfecting my skill as a football player in the fall, as a skater in winter, as a baseball player in the spring, and as a gentlemen of leisure in the summer. After my mother had at length reconciled herself to this state of affairs, I quickly severed the bonds thrown about me by “the charms which music hath.”

Shortly after this a number of my companions decided to form an orchestra; each member played whichever instrument his older brother, father, neighbor, or distant relative happened to have lying idle. It so happened that none of said accomplices to the orchestra members had an unemployed cornet lying1 about. Since the position was the last of any importance in the organization, I immediately put in my bid when a cornet was loaned to me. This piece of brass had been fashioned into a musical instrument sometime in the last century. I liked to think that it was sometime before the Civil War, and that in this conflagration it had received its baptism of fire, and brushed aside all questioning eyebrows by pointing to the dents, tangible remembrance of glancing bullets.

With this instrument I delved into the science of trumpet­ ing sans teacher, sans parental encouragement, but also sans enforced practice sessions, which were converted into a volun­ tary, self-inflicted “cornet routine.” I soon learned the validity 267

r of two truths—that anything done of one’s own volition, no matter how commonplace or menial, is done eagerly and zeal­ ously, which otherwise would have been distasteful if enforced, and secondly that one can acquire a fair mastery of the finger­ ing of a cornet in two months, but of a good tone in not less than two years. A full, round tone which is also sweet and clear is never acquired over-night. Many months of hard labor lie behind such a stellar performance.

Radio has done much to ruin the career of many budding trumpeters, and other young instrumentalists, for that matter.

The excellence of some of the artists heard daily in the broad­ casts of big bands, as well as popular and symphony orchestras, is lowered to a merely commonplace quality in the minds of many by the frequent number of performances heard by such musicians. Some person gets the idea that he would like to play like Saul Caston of the Philadelphia Symphony. The novice buys a trumpet, takes a few lessons, and soon is blaming him­ self, instrument, teacher, and inspiration for having betrayed him with blasted hopes and wasted time. The beginner in any course in musical training should realize that he is starting out on a task as arduous and as difficult as any other true work.

There is no short cut to musical fame and fortune. This is as difficult to explain to anyone before he begins such training, as it is easy after he is into it.

If such a beginner has perseverance and patience so that he keeps practicing and improving his technique, he will reap benefits beyond a mere facility in handling the cornet. After he has advanced so far that he can play interesting and delight­ ful selections with ease he will experience many new and varied sensations. For example, a cross and irritable mood can often be blown right through the end of that trumpet, and can almost be seen rushing away like a beaten dog. As time goes on, the instrument is the symbol of many more cherished feelings than one glance at the cold brass indicates. It is much better to blow off steam at which someone might take offense, by emitting a series of thunderous blasts, than to create a lot of disorder and ill-will by chanting a mournful lament into the ear of some charitable companion. More than one spell of gloomy melan­ cholia has been thus dissipated, gone with the wind. So, the next time you hear some fitful blasts from a tin horn, be patient 268

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for a moment before you threaten extradition. The poor trumpeter might be trying to solve some tremendous inner struggle in his own little way.

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As we take pen in hand there is present not only a lack of favorable auspices, but also an absolute ignorance of what the course and conclusion of this thing is going to be. It is a regretable evil that one does not know whether to besmirch the nice white sheet now before him with noble thoughts or with clever ones; it is somewhat worse when none of either sort are forth­ coming.

It seems, however, that since time began various indivuals have been faced with this dilemma and furthermore, that if they did not give up, they always succeeded in producing some­ thing with which posterity need not be burdened. This is very encouraging to my literary aspirations, for I have absolutely no malice toward either the next generation or to the one following it. I understand that it is at least probable that the taxes which government now levies to preserve its existence will not be abolished in their time, and far be it from me to add my voice to other sundry possible discomforts.

But on the other hand, if the law of compensation rolls on its inexorable way, the next generations should be blessed with important and needed inventions, as for example, a gadget, something like the device which makes phonograph records, attachable to the subconscious mind which will bring forth complete and perfect pieces of literature, while the conscious mind can live on in blissful ignorance, eat, drink, and be merry.

Not only would this machine bring the end of one of the present genres of writing; but it has other advantages so obvious and so superior to the method now in vogue that I need make no further comment That tack has about been exhausted so we will have to shift our sails and catch the wind from another direction. We have left open for our discussion any number of topics as (merely for example) logic, esthetics, ethics, politics, and metaphysics.

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That we know little or nothing about these fields need not mat­ ter—for if we really did you would either not be interested or not understand. We might tell you how to acquire a liking for music, or the superiority of the classical kind to the other, — or what books you should read to become educated, — or how to detect culture when and if you find it. I think by now you are convinced that the possibilities are limitless.

And now while there are only a few doubts as to the superiority of that aforementioned mechanical device, it is an excellent place to desist, for one of the classical requirements of literature says that a writer should never contradict himself.

PROOF (/is told to Louis E. Pingel)

When I finally reached the Pacific coast, having worked my way westward, I had no place in particular to go and was in no hurry to get there either. Accordingly, I stopped to watch part of the construction of a bridge across the Columbia river.

There were two crews of men at work, one starting on each side of the river, and undoubtedly they had come to an agree­ ment to meet somewhere over midstream. On my side of the river, the iron work was already built out over the stream, and a long I-beam projected from the girders like a diving board.

The beam was about eight inches wide, and two hundred feet below it the Columbia river flowed peacefully along.

While standing around I heard the foreman say to a young man who had apparently asked for employment, “Well, I need steelworkers.” The young man confidently replied, ‘‘I am a steelworker.” The foreman, perhaps not wishing to take the man’s word for it, pointed to the protruding I-beam and said, “Let’s see you walk out on that beam.’’ The man calmly took off his coat and began to climb up to the beam by means of the ladder like girders. He reached the beam without a mishap and actually walked out on it. Completely at ease he stood on the very end of the beam and looked out over the water. Every270

body below on the bank watched him take a cigarette paper and tobacco from his pocket and roll a cigarette up there. Then he suddenly stuck out one foot over the water and perfectly balanced, struck a match on the sole of his shoe.

He lit and nonchalantly smoked his cigarette, then flipping the butt into space, he turned, and walking slowly back along the beam, gracefully descended to the shore and stepping up to the foreman asked, “Well, when do I start?” “Right now,” the foreman replied.

COFFEE CLUTCH G. F.

Eleven o’clock! A sleepy truckdriver pulled up his ten-ton semi-trailer job in front of Clayt and Eddie’s Bar-B-Q. It wasn’t much of a place, Clay’t wasn’t, but ever since Mike Johnson had started pulling freight for Interstate Express four years ago, he had stopped there for a cup of coffee and a sand­ wich every time he came through. Funny he should pick Clayt and Eddie’s to half a dozen other places nearby, because it really wasn’t the best looking from the outside or from the in­ side for that matter. But a truck driver doesn’t look at such outward things when he wants a cup of coffee. He just wants a good cup of coffee. It must be just the right temperature: not so hot as to burn the tongue so that he can’t taste his doughnuts. No, and not too cool either — too much like dish­ water that way. Of course it has to be strong to keep him awake untill he reaches the next Java station. Hot, but not scalding; strong, but not bitter; fresh, aromatic, inviting to the taste: these were the prime requisites of coffee according to Mike and that’s why he always stopped at Clayt and Eddie’s.

Then too maybe Marge, Clayt’s sister, who cooked the coffee, had something to do with his fondness for the place.

Mike climbed out of the truck, whistled “Margie” a bit, and entered.

Hi, Marge!”

Hello, Mike.”

What’s new?”

Nothing, as usual.”

I’ll have some—’’ Yeh, I know — coffee, one hamburger, two doughnuts.”

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“Right. Say you’re getting smarter every day. Pretty soon you’ll know what I want better than I will. You are my dietician.”

The coffee and stuff was ready in a jiffy. Mike tasted the coffee.

Did I ever tell you, you make plenty good coffee?”

"0, off and on for about four years, I guess. Pretty soon I’ll believe it.”

“It isn’t everybody that can make coffee like that.” “ ’Spose not if you say so. There’s not much to it, though.”

“There’s coffee and coffee and this is coffee.” ‘‘Can’t we talk about something else besides coffee for a change V1 ‘‘Sure. There’s lots of things we can talk about,’’ ventured Mike gulping a sodden doughnut and looking thoughtfully into Margie’s big brown soleful eyes.

How to change a truck tire ?’’

“What,” for instance.

“Cut the kidding, please. I know I’m just a truck driver, but you don’t have to rub it in.” *'Sorry, Mike. Didn’t mean it that way. I just thought I’d remind you there are things going on outside of the truck­ ing business.”

There are V} “Lots of things. Just read the newspapers some time and you’ll see that there are wars, presidents, foreign ministers, dictators, Nazis, Communists, earthquakes, floods and all kinds of stuff like that. Turn to the society page and you’ll read all about people getting engaged and getting married, and de­ butantes coming out all over the place.”

“I suppose you’re right. There are things going on. That’s for sure. It doesn’t make much difference to me, though. All I know is what goes on inside the truck cab, and believe me that isn’t a heck of a lot. Which reminds me I got to get going：.

So long, Marge. Keep the coffee hot.”

The big semi-trailer started out with a sustained groan as though reluctant to start out on another long grind. Mike groaned too. All night he’d have to sit behind that wheel fight­ ing sleep between coffee stops. When the truck got rolling steadily the motor took on a heavy roar and it seemed to pound out a certain rhythm to keep time to the steady bouncing up i i

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Night wore on into morning, and all Mike could do was hang on to the wheel, watch the road, and let his thoughts ramble. The ramblings ran through his mind in the same kind of a mono­ tonous repetition as the steady drone of the powerful motor.

For some reason or other these thoughts centered about Marge and what she had said.

Margie makes good coffee, coffee, coffee She smiles nice, smiles nice, smiles nice She’s got brown eyes, pretty eyes She’s not so dumb, not so dumb, not so dumb She’d make for me a mighty good wife.----“Whoops! what was that? A wife? A wife of all things.

Why hadn’t I thought of that before ? She’d be as good as a wife as anybody and well — for crying out loud ! I must be in love. You’re weakening, old man, but maybe it’s all for your own good. By George, I’ll ask her the next time I come by.”

The next night he pulled up in front of Clayt and Eddie’s again. He jumped out of the cab and ran in fairly bursting with excitement.

“Marge! 0 Marge! All your talk about people getting married and stuff set me to thinking. How about you and I getting married V1 Mike was going to enlarge on this idea when Marge inter­ rupted. ‘‘Why Mike— I thought you knew — I was married before you ever knew me—I know we didn’t talk so very much 一 I thought you’d gathered that long ago!’’

Mike was dumbfounded. He had nothing to say. The truck seemed to groan a little more deeply as it started up the long grade.

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When I think back to my first love affair I do so with varied feelings. I am happy in the memory of the brief happiness I tasted at the time; I am sad in the memory of my sadness upon the abrupt termination of the short romance; and most of all I am disgusted with myself for seriously thinking about the whole thing. But I guess it happens to everyone so I needn’t feel too bad about it.

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I met her at a lake in Northern Wisconsin—I forget the name of the lake — where both her parents and mine were spending a week’s vacation. The moon that week was at its best. (To be truthful I don’t remember whether or not there was a moon 一but if there was it certainly was full to the brim) • I saw her first on Monday—and as you can guess, I fell in love at first sight. Even though I was only nine years old I knew this was the best thing to do, for had not Chapman said in The Blind Begger of Alexandria:, ‘‘None ever loved, but at first sight they loved?” Sure he said it. So that night I wrote only two words into my diary: “Vidi, Amavi.” To which I added this note, 4 ‘The Latin present perfect indicative denotes the state resulting from a complete act, and so seems equivalent to the present.” Since this was what I meant, I left it in my diary. And then I went to bed and slept heartily. (I don’t really believe that, because I was too much in love to sleep at all.)

When I awoke it was Tuesday morning and I was happy— happy in my love. Had I been wise I would have heeded what I once read in Lord Beaconsfield’s Henrietta Temple (Book iv, Chapter I): “The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.” But I was too young to appreciate such a statement, so I continued to be happy. Throughout all of Tues­ day I was happy. And so Tuesday night came and again I opened my diary, poured forth my soul and wrote, “I am happy”，which reminded me of this line in the second sestiad of Marlowe’s Hero and Leander: “Love always makes those eloquent that have it.’’

Along came Wednesday and my love and her parents dashed off on a day’s trip, leaving me high and dry. So after I had bathed a while I lay down in the water and bemoaned my condition. The more I thought of her, the more I feared that she would find some other fellow and never return to me. But the more I feared, the more I loved. Upon thinking this over， I realized this was as it should be, for I remembered the Player Queen in Hamlet saying; “Where love is great, the littlest 274

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On Thursday my parents separated me from her by taking me on a trip to a neighboring lake. Needless to say, Thursday was a terrible day for me. I feared lest my love should think I had proved unfaithful. My fear was heightened when I remembered my fears of the day before. I fervently hoped that she would take no stock in these words—evidently written in a moment of weakness—from Otway’s The Orphan: 1 Trust not a man; we are by nature false, dissembling, subtle cruel and unconstant.’’ When I returned late Thursday, there was no opportunity of seeing her. Woe was me! For the first time I realized the full meaning behind these lines from Spensers FaeHe Queen: 'True be it said, what ever man it said, That love with gall and honey doth abound; But if the one be with the other weighed, For every dram of honey therein found A pound of gall doth over it redound.”

Then came Friday! Because she lived in Chicago, and be­ cause Chicago was far away and because her father had to be there on Saturday—she left on Friday morning. My heart was Why should I try to put into words such unutterable grief? ‘Tis impossible. So I wrote in my diary this quotation from Moore’s Lalla Rookh: ‘‘I knew, I knew it could not last; ’Twas bright, ’twas heavenly, but ’tis past.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood’s hour, I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But’twas the first to fade away.

I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with a soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.”

Moral: Let’s all raise dogs, shall we?

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SO SAD, BUT THAT’S WHY, TOO R. P. j.

Two went walking on the sidewalk in a direction. One as young as the other, who was as old at least as he. In the sky was the sun in beautifully harmonious contrast because of what blue and the correct yellow are. And the snow was still softly immaculate and inviolate. But One turned up the coat-collar of him and was anxious to get there. Other breathed in and out the clean, good air, and looking round in gulps, joyed deeply, and loved not to lose that moment. On they two went, for One was anxious to get there. And the snow sparkled, and because of the snow of just the right thickness to lie on the treebranches and keep them warm. Other thought to linger and let Beauty into his soul. But One trudged on, anxious to get there, and sunk his neck in his bunched-up shoulders. Other envied the sparrows who had time to skip dainty designs on the unflecked snow-whiteness, and be content; for Other was bound by what One expected of him — go with.—Unexpected, un­ heard of, inconceivable, would be to feel delight in the Intangi­ ble. —So they two went on, and got there, and One got for what he had gone, and they came back, and One forgot in a week what he had got and for what he had got it and even that he had got where he was anxious to get. But Other remembered a while yet.

And once it was night while the snow was falling in the undefinable light which is night’s. And they two were high up where they could see. Even with snow in the air it was clear because the air was pure and the lights of the city gleamed, and the sky was gracious and had no dismal aspect. Other looked and felt and could have quivered for inward rapture because he was living from second to second and the snowflakes were. But One let his teeth chatter and shivered and wanted to be near a radiator.

So Other thought he must be maybe silly to just think, and feel and be glad in his soul, and then he gave up and became as One and lived in Concrete.

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In my wanderings I have often come upon queer things, but one of the oddest and one which caught my fancy I shall retell to you. It is almost what one might call a legend and the story is a favorite with inhabitants of that region in which the following episode occurred. ♦

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"No, we don’t.”

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“Going for wood. If we’re out of wood and we don’t want to freeze, we’ll have to cut down a tree, so we’ll have wood, in order not to freeze.”

"Guess you’re right, son. You should be in a college. n “Couldn’t help you saw wood then, though.” ‘ ‘That’s right. Let’s start. ” So son and pop bundled up, hitched the horse to the front of the sled, put the axes and saw and bottled heat on it, and the father said, “Giddap !’’ They went off toward the left side of the woods. It was only a matter of a fifteen minute’s ride, and the snow was white.

“Cold, eh, pop!”

“Must be all of twenty-five, son.”

That was four minutes after they started. Eight minutes later pop said, “There she is,” and son echoed, “There she is,” adding an ‘‘all right.’’

“Which one should we cut?”

“Let’s see. Two more months of winter, and we use so much in one month, mmmmmmm —that one!” ‘‘Son, you should be in college.”

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The wood was stacked neatly alongside the house, the horse led into his stall, and the sled put into the barn. Father and son went into the house and took off their heavy clothes and sat down.

“Did you drink the last, son V1 Yep, here is the empty thermos-bottle•” “Well, son, it’s your turn to make some next.” *'0. K. But say, pop — 一” “Yeah?”

“Why do we cut wood on our own land at night in the moonlight ?’’ “ JCause we don’t want to freeze, I guess•” "Yaaah, that’s right, I guess!”

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萊紐 airhils T’ Cul’ivate and to be Cultivated................

BOUT 220 years ago an American voice said that “the Plowman that raiseth grain is more serviceable to Mankind than the Painter who draws only to please the eye.’’.

Last fall Dr. Henry C. Link, one of America’s foremost psychologists, said that all parents ought to raise and answer this question: ‘‘What useful purpose will a given course of education serve? That is, not how much will a person get out of an education in the way of knowledge and culture and personal satisfaction, but what will this education enable a child to do for other people, to give other people in the way of work, service, and pleasure?” He continues, ‘‘That education broadens people’s minds is certainly true. It often makes them so broad that like a shallow stream they spread all over without being able to do much of anything.”

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“ ’Tis plain to me,” said the farmer’s wife, ‘ ‘Those boys will make their mark in life.

They never were made to handle a hoe And at once to college ought to go.

There’s Fred — he’s little better’n a fool, But John and Henry must go to school.”

“Well, really, wife,” quoth Farmer Brown, As he set his mug of cider down; “Fred does more work in a day for me Than both his brothers do in three.

Book laming will never plant one’s corn, Nor hoe potatoes, sure’s you’re born; Nor mend a rod of broken fence, 一 For my part give me common sense.”

Last fall I went to see and hear “Die Meistersinger” at the Auditorium in Milwaukee. I was fortunate enough to be given a ride in to Milwaukee with friends who attended an Implement Dealers’ Convention in the same Auditorium. Yes, that’s the way it was. On the main floor Walter was singing his prize song. Hans Sachs was being poetic, and people in silk lapels and ermine coats sat listening, while a few feet below were tractors, plows, threshing machines, and cultivators. Wagner and Farm Implements under one roof!

This struck me strangely. But why? This, I think, is the reason: On one floor the opera seemed to be the symbol of culture and refinement while the plows below seemed to symbo­ lize the Farmer and somehow we aren’t used to speaking of Culture and Farmers in the same breath. Doctors, Dentists, Lawyers, Instructors, — one connects them with refinement; but Farmers? Hardly. It is concerning the reason for this that I think a few words might be written.

First let it be said that there are many cultured fools and many wise and good men who are unrefined. Therefore when I say Farmers are, generally speaking, uncultured, I say, it as an evident fact and not as a remark of disrespect to Farmers from whose numbers I myself am glad to have come.

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after high school. At least the last years of preparation were spent in a fairly large city. There was a chance to come in contact with or at least to observe various people in different walks of life and with varied interests. By professors or by acquaintances an interest in the so-called finer things was stimulated. The city presented an opportunity to become fa­ miliar with some of these finer things. Then after the profess­ ional man has set up his practice he still meets a variety of people. He must talk intelligently to be respected by them.

He must keep up with what’s been said and done in the world.

If his practice is successful, he will have money enough to afford the trimmings of life. Physically his work is not too strenuous. He has no trouble staying awake as he reads into the night.

On the other hand when the Farmer was a boy his father said, “Book laming never planted one’s corn’’ and if there was corn to be planted, "book larning” waited. With few excep­ tions after about seven years or less it could give up waiting.

Pa needed his son on the farm. His education has been reading, writing, and arithmetic with maybe a dash of geography. His schoolmates were farmer boys like himself. When Pa and Ma took him to a party he met more farmer boys. They talked of things they knew of. They talked of farm life. Doctors, Lawyers, etc. deal with people and intelligent talk helps business.

Farmers deal mostly with the sun, the rains, and the earth, and fancy talk’n stuff don’t make no difference with them things.

The Farmer works all day with his body. Why shouldn’t he be glad to give his mind a little work out with Shakespeare after chores? But somehow sitting still reading in a heated room after working out in the air all day doesn’t let his eyes stay open. He doesn’t read what Shakespeare said about sleep.

But what difference does it make? He enjoys his sleeping as much as any one does.

This description of a Fanner’s life is probably not an altogether true picture of the present rising generation of Farmers but it is typical of many who are still farming it today.

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courses after high school are taken by those who intend to be plain Farmers. Having a second generation or more footing on a farm makes for a more secure income and so with a hired man “book larning” doesn’t have to wait. A Farmer with a liberal education and a trip abroad has happened. Why shouldn’t it become commonplace? The value of having Farmers with B. A. ’s may be argued. Even Dr. Link as quoted above would discourage a liberal education for the man who isn’t going to make direct use of it. On the other hand there are many things said in favor of classical studies, and of all that I have heard or seen I think this was the most well put: A Bishop was talking with a Farmer about the classics.

He said, “Do you sow fertilizer with your crops?”

“I do.，，

“After a time do you go out with a reaper or binder and gather a crop of fertilizer?”

“No.”

“Well then why do you sow fertilizer?

“To raise bigger crops.’’

“That is exactly why I recommend the study of Latin and Greek, namely to enlarge a man’s crop of ideas.”

There is probably much truth in the Bishop’s parable, yet I think it is not undebatable as to how much a man’s crop of ideas is increased by Latin and Greek. It is not my purpose to argue this point, but I only wish to point out that when we consider the B. A. as at least a possibility for Farmers, a change is taking place.

Periodicals of the right sort are helping Farmer to have a wider horizon of thought. Automobiles make the finer things in the cities not so far away.

The radio probably above all has helped and has possibilities of helping to revolutionize the Farmer’s outlook. To have a radio in the barn is still somewhat of a novelty, but there are many radio equipped barns. The latest models of farm tractors have an enclosed cab with a radio as part of the accessories in­ side. And so, strange it may seem, it would not be impossible that some Saturday early this spring you might see a tractor pulling a plow across a stubble field and hear coming from its cab directly from the stage of the Metropolitan the strains of “Lohengrin”.

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But still it seems to me Farmers don’t have to worry about be­ coming overly ‘‘cultuahed’’ for they will always deal mostly with the sun, the rains, and the earth and fancy talk’n stuff don’t make no difference with them things.

A. D. Laper Cures Heartache, Stomach-ache and What-have-you E HAVE all at some time or other spoken of music as a good remedy or cure-all to which we may retreat when everything seems to go wrong. True, it may not help some as much as others, but none will deny that it is of some use. For instance, what is so soothing after a hard day’s work as music?

What has such a relaxing effect on the tired mind as music?

Why not then use it as a preventive? That is, live through the entire day with a song, if not on your lips, at least in your heart. There is a song for every occasion. Let’s live through the average day at school to illustrate what I mean.

Since of necessity we start every day with the gruesome issue of getting up, let’s see how we might combat it. Would it not help if, as we hear the dreaded footsteps of the tutor approaching our bedroom, we would hum to ourselves the "6host Walk” or the old army tune，“I can’t get ‘em up,” in the mornful minor notes which would exemplify this trying ordeal? As we wash and find it isn’t so bad after all, we might switch to a joyful major key, and continue our song. If at breakfast someone makes a vicious grab dangerously close to your nose for the butter at the other end of the table, the sharp retort on your lips will quickly be staved off by thinking of the beautiful lyric, “Hands across the table.” We’ll say you have got through breakfast and chapel without any unpleasantness then find a big Greek test (the epitome of grief) staring you in the face. Try humming, fall down and go boom!” If that is too ominous and foreboding, try “Pathetique.” If in the next period the professor ‘‘spreads it on too thick” try *'Fer­ dinand the Bull.11 The latter will of course have to be kept secluded in the innermost recesses of the heart, or you might have to swing “Stormy Weather,’’ the afterbeats being supplied by the professor.

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In some classes the endless, very slowly gliding periods might be described and thereby shortened by the equally elastic whole-notes of “Largo” or “Water-boy.” When the professor of this same period starts assigning what seems to be a whole week’s work for one day, we might well hum “Could it be love?”

If in the afternoon your nose begins to tingle with the stenchy, pungent zephyrs wafting daintily out of the chemistry laboratory, don’t let it get you; break into the chorus of “You leave me breathless.” If at a basketball game that evening the official continues on the stenchy paths, try "My Referie! yy By now you should know what I mean, and can help your­ self. If, however, as you plow through this article you get despondent over my lack of literary ability, remember, it’s the idea that counts, and we all know that ‘‘The Song’s The Thing!”

H. E. Paustian

^Inmnx JJoteg Prof. Hilmar Krueger, Ph. D” ‘25，of University of Wis­ consin Extension Division at Milwaukee, will spend the semester just beginning in historical research work in Italy.

Rev. Prof. E. E. Kowalke, ‘08, has accepted an invitation to conduct services at Saginaw, Michigan, Palm Sunday at the Saginaw Valley Joint Lenten Service of the Synodical Conference.

We regret to report the death of Charles A. Ernst, Ph. D” Ridley Park, Pennsylvania early in the month. Dr. Ernst was tne son of Dr. A. F. Ernst long-time president of Northwestern College and graduated with the class of 1889. He was pirofessor of General Science at Northwestern three years (*92- ‘93 and ‘94-‘97) and later became professor at Columbia University.

His last few years were spent in retirement at Ridley Park.

During the interim between semesters at their respective schools several former students visited at the institution.

Among them were Paul Baganz and Ruth Pfaffenbach, ‘38 and Arthur Werner, who discontinued studies at Northwestern after his Tertia year in 1927, all of the University of Wisconsin, and Katherine Dakin, a member of the Freshman class of *36 and ‘37, now at State Teachers College at Whitewater. David Kowalke, Ex. *41, who enrolled in the Commerce department at the State University, also spent a week-end visiting friends in Watertown.

Tutor Richard Gensmer, ‘33, conducted services at Wilmot, Wisconsin the latter part of January.

John F. Meyer, ‘30, is now employed at Bethesda Home in Watertown, Wisconsin.

Henry Meyer, ‘32, assisted as teacher at Thiensville for a few weeks.

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Campus and Classroom SOLO COMIQUE Once upon a time, many, many years ago, there was a Little Flute, and a Big Bass Viol. By a strange trick of fate it so happened that the Little Flute and the Big Bass Viol played in the same symphony orchestra. Naturally the Little Flute and the Big Bass Viol soon came to know each other. Their acquaintance, however, did not develop into a friendship, but took the very opposite turn and soon the Big Bass Viol had nothing but the harshest of words for the Little Flute.

One day the orchestra in which the Little Flute and the Big Bass Viol played began practicing the score of a comic opera. In the overture to this opera the Little Flute had a solo which was intended to give a humorous effect. For many days the Little Flute had practiced, and now, after much hard work and much thought over the manner of playing his solo, he was ready to play it with the orchestra. When the proper time came, the Little Flute played the solo in his best comic manner.

He played it just as he had practiced it, perfect in technique to the very last grace note. His tone, and his expression too, was the very best that the Little Flute had ever produced. The Little Flute was happy, for he felt that he had done a good job —and he was sincere in this feeling, for he had given the best that was in him. But no sooner did the Little Flute finish playing his solo than the Big Bass Viol burst forth with a disdainful, sneering “Zum, zum, zum!” The Little Flute was deeply hurt - but he said nothing.

That night, in his lonely little room, the little Flute sat up late, thinking — thinking- over what the Big Bass Viol had done earlier in the day. As he sat there, feeling miserable, there was a knock on the door of his room and in walked the Little flute’s good friend, the Solo Violin. He had seen the candlelight flickering in the Little Flute’s window and he knew some­ thing must be wrong. So soon the Little Flute was telling his friend, the Solo Violin, what was on his mind. Now the Solo V.iolin was a wise fellow and knew just what advice to give the Little Flute, for he had undergone similar experiences many a 285

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time. It was foolish, he told the Little Flute, to be bothered by the opinion of a bass viol, who, of all the instruments in the orchestra, knew least about the playing of flute solos. A bass viol’s criticism of a flute solo could be no more fair than an earthling’s criticism of the gods.

After the Solo Violin had spoken he departed, but his cheerful spirit of assurance remained with the Little Flute.

On the next day the orchestra again played the comic opera and again the Little Flute did his very best on his solo and again the Big Bass Viol laughed scornfully. This time the Little Flute was outwardly unaffected by the Big Bass Viol’s laughing, but to himself he laughed and laughed and laughed, because he knew all the while that the Big Bass Viol for all his size was only an envious, caviling, petty dandiprat.

Literary Society Programs On Friday, January 13, the Phi Gamma Rho Society pre­ sented the following program on Leonardo da Vinci.

A. Hoffmann The Times and Early Life of da Vinci ......A. Laper A Great Man’s Hobby........................ ....... N. Berg Miscellaneous Readings...................... „F. Peterson Da Vinci as Scientist and Engineer...

Masters of Ceremony : Ralph Unke and I. W. Bade Faculty Critic: Professor Sitz The Philomathean Literary Society offered the following program on Friday, January 20，1939.

R. Wiechmann A Brief Outline of Humor ....... S. Hillmer Humor in Shakespeare....... ....... 0. Pagels Dei，Erlkonig (Declamation) .........H. Heine Ich halte ihr die Augen zu..

Octette ___H. Faustian Stephen Leacock.... ................ .......... G. Boldt Why is C. Morley a Humorist ?. .G. Franzmann A Lesson in Physiography … …

Masters of Ceremony: James Vogt and Norman Sauer Faculty Critic: Dr. Kiessling

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SPORTS Mission House 31 NWC 33 At last the Goslings downed the “Jinx” that’s been dogging their footsteps for the last two seasons — losing by very narrow margins on the opponents’ courts. But it was only a desperate, sustained last-quarter drive that eventually turned the trick and gave them a two-point margin of victory.

The first half was nip and tuck all the way; at no time did either team have a lead of more than three points. The half ended with the score 16—16. The Muskies slowed play down in the beginning of the second half. The Goslings’ defense suddenly weakened for a few minutes and Whiterabbit, slippery Muskie forward, cut across the free throw area for several buckets. At the end of the third quarter the score stood 29—22 for the home team. Than a concentrated drive that saw Hackbarth and Naumann score on shots under the bucket and very timely long shots by Hoffmann and Berg gave the locals a three point lead with only two minutes to go. Mission tried desper­ ately to score and managed to drop one in from far out. Koeninger concluded the evening’s scoring by dropping in a free throw with only three seconds of play remaining.

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N WC FG FT F TP Mission House FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 4 0 4 8 Stuebbe, f 2 10 5 Schweppe, f 0 0 2 0 Neerhof, f 10 0 2 Naumann, c 5 1 3 11 Whiterabbit, f 6 0 0 12 Hoffmann, g 3 0 16 Ruebel, c 0 111 0 Kuehl, g 0 0 0 Dunn, c 2 0 2 4 Berg, f 2 0 0 4 Hodge, g 3 12 7 Koeninger, f 0 111 Wiereville, g 0 0 10 Seehusen, c 110 3 De Motts, g 0 0 10 0 00 0 Frey, g Northwestern 44 Engineers 26 Employing a fast break at every interception during the second half the Goslings routed the Milwaukee Engineers at Watertown, January 18. The Engineers started the scoring by dropping in two long shots from far out on the court. But the Goslings’ “Shock Troops” matched them point for point; the second quarter the “Hot Shots” broke just a little faster than their opponents and built up an 18—15 lead at halftime. The second half found the regulars employing their fast break to its fullest extent — the result; set up shots galore. The Goslings’ air tight defense under the basket allowed very few short shots.

As a result the visitors had to rely on long shots. Needless to say, they weren’t overly successful. Forty-four points is the high total for the locals so far this season.

FG FT F TP S. O. E. FG FT F TP NWC Hackbarth, f 3 2 3 8 Dobbin, f 2 0 14 Schweppe, f 1113 Nirenberg, f 0 0 0 0 5 1 1 11 Hartough, f 4 10 9 Naumann, c 1 0 2 2 Rees, f 0 0 2 0 Hoffmann, g 1113 Kuehl, g 110 3 Allen, c 0 0 0 0 3 0 0 6 Kuether, c Berg, f 3 0 0 6 Koeninger, f 3 0 16 Breit, g Seehusen, c 2 115 Drombrowski, g 1 0 0 2 10 3 2 Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Abraham, g 0 0 0 0 Frey, g Mission House 32 N W C 35 The Goslings gained their fourth consecutive victory by downing the Mission House Muskies at Watertown, 35—32. A furious second half drive that continued throughout the five minute overtime period gave the packed gym all it wanted in the way of thrills and excitement and finally spelled victory for the Goslings.

At the start of the game it seemed that both teams had apparently solved each other’s defense. Whiterabbit and Hodge 288

were the big guns the first half and provided the Muskies with a 16—11 lead at the intermission. But a revived Gosling quint took the floor the second half and saw them drive to a victory in a manner similar to their last three games. Don Gottschalk and FritzNaumann pulled the Goslings within easy reach. The Muskies dumped one in from under the bucket to take a mometary lead. With a minute remaining Schweppe dropped one in from his favorite corner to tie up the ball game. After the three minute rest period the Goslings started out fast. Schweppe scored the first bucket during the overtime, but the Muskies retaliated and tied up the game with two minutes remaining.

Then a fast break caught the visitors flatfooted. Ten seconds later Fritz Naumann broke thru the free throw lane and dumped one on a sleeper play. Whiterabbit made a free throw with twentythree seconds of play remaining, but the Goslings weren’t wor­ ried because they had the game in the bag. The game, by the way, was one of the finest comeback exhibitions witnessed in the local gym for quite some time.

FG FT F TP Mission House FG FT F FT N WC Hackbarth, f 0 1 4 1 C. Stuebbe, f 0 0 1 0 3 0 3 6 Neerhoff, f Schweppe, f 2 0 14 6 1 0 13 B. Stuebbe, f 0 1 0 1 Naumann, c 0 0 3 0 Whiterabbit, f 4 6 0 14 Hoffmann, g Kuehl, g 3 3 0 9 Hodge, c 3 2 2 8 Berg, f 0 0 0 0 De Motts, g 0 0 10 Koeninger, f 1 0 3 2 Ruebel, g 2 12 5 Seehusen, c 0 0 10 Dunn, g 0 0 10 Gottschalk, g 2 0 2 4 Wierwille, g 0 0 2 0 Goslings 40 Milton 30 Northwestern’s Goslings caught Milton’s Wildcats napping with their fast break and decisively trounced them at Watertown on the 14th of January, 40—30. Although Milton started the scoring, the Goslings came back and in a few minutes had a five point lead. At no time after that did the visitors come anywhere within reach of the locals. Northwestern led at half­ time 21—11. They went right out to increase that lead and in the middle of the fourth quarter led 38—24. Milton unloosed a barrage of long shots that netted them three baskets, while the Goslings played conservative ball, satisfied to protect their lead.

An interesting situation arose in the last half. Since Loofboro, Milton forward, thought he had been removed from the game, he stepped off the floor and talked with some of the spectators. Play started without any substitution, and for a minute or so Milton was playing with only four men. Immediately a replacement was made, and at about the same time Loofboro stepped on to the playing floor. It was immediately 289

I called to his attention, however, that his services were no longer required. The situation was comical as well as puzzling, to say the least.

FG FT F TP Milton FG FT F TP N WC 12 2 4 E. Luebke, f Hackbarth, f 3 2 4 8 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 ^ertd , Schweppe, f 13 2 5 n -1 i iq R. Luebke f Naumann, c o e Carpenter, f 0 0 0 0 2 •j1 Kuehl, g ^ 5 Polan, f 3 0 16 2 12 5 Hoffmann, g 3 2 0 8 Loofboro, c 3 0 0 6 Miller, c Berg, f 10 0 2 Koeninger, f 0 13 1 0 10 1 10 0 2 Smith, gg Seehusen, c 0 0 0 0 Gottschalk, g 0 0 3 0 Johns, 10 4 2 R. Hull, g 0 0 3 0 Frey, g 10 0 2 K. Hull, g 0 0 0 0 W. Hull, g Northwestern 27 Seminary 32 The fact that the Goslings had just finished a week’s mental battle against the best questions the professors could formulate slowed the varsity down just enough to give the Seminary a five point victory on the Thiensville court on the 28 of January. The game continued to prolong the Seminary’s string of wins over the Goslings on the home court.

Playing without the services of two regulars, Schweppe and Hoffmann, the Goslings nevertheless were able to build up a sizeable lead during the first part of the game. By half-time, however, the Seminary marksmen had closed the gap and were leading 21—18.

The second half was close all the way. In the last five minutes, however, the Seminary pulled out in front and their lead was never threatend.

Seminary FG FT F TP NWC FG FT F TP 2 0 0 4 Hackbarth, f 2 0 3 4 G. Frey, f 0 111 Koeninger, f 3 0 0 6 I. Frey, f 10 0 2 Naumann, c 3 10 7 Roekle, f g 3 0 2 6 Kuehl, g 1 0 0 2 Schwartz, f Gottschalk, g 0 0 0 0 Hallemeyer, g 3 1 0 7 Berg, f 2 115 Koehler, c 4 0 2 8 0 0 0 0 Zimmermann, g 1 0 0 2 Seehusen, c 10 12 Frey, g 0 3 0 3 Lambert, g Engineers 36 N W C 54 The Northwestern Goslings set an all time scoring record for the history of the school and at the same time licked the “hoodoo” that jinxed them for the last several years when they swamped the Engineers at Milwaukee on February 4. The scoring started fast for both sides and the game was nip and tuck throughout the first half. The Goslings’ buckets on fast 290

I breaks were offset somewhat by the long shooting of Hartough, dead-eye Milwaukee forward. Nevertheless, the locals pulled ahead at halftime 27—19.

During the second half the local replacements began to wear down the opponents, and after the third quarter the out­ come of the game was never in doubt. The Goslings continued the same fast pace they set in the first half and came out easy victors.

Incidentally, I might mention that the officiating was ex­ tremely close; three of Northwestern’s forwards were ejected by the four-foul route, but that versatile Bugs Kuehl went in at forward and played a commendable game there.

N WC FG FT F TP S. 0. E. FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 4 2 4 10 Nierenberg. f 2 2 2 6 Schweppe, f 3 3 4 9 Zuncanate, f 0 0 0 0 Naumann, c 4 0 18 Becker, f 0 0 0 0 Kuehl, gf 4 3 1 11 Hartough, f 7 2 3 16 Hoffmann, g 10 12 Dobbin, f 0 0 0 0 Berg, f 1 0 4 2 Allen, c 10 2 2 Koeninger, f 1 2 2 4 Jerskey, c 0 0 0 0 Seehusen, c 3 0 0 6 Hightower, g 0 2 2 2 Gottschalk, g 0 0 1 0 Breit, g0 13 1 Frey, g 1 0 0 2 Abraham, g1113 Bomdrowski, g 3 0 2 6 Goslings 29 Whitewater Teachers 38 Watertown, February 8. 一 Whitewater^ Quakers proved a little too tough for the Goslings, and consequently the locals came out on the short end of a hard fought contest. Whitewater, led by Hoyum, Koenigs, and Austin, took the lead early in the game. Midway in the first half the locals put on a rally by sinking shots from all over the court. A counter rally by the Teacher gave them a 26—14 lead at the half. During the second half the Goslings’ defense tightened and the Quakers1 scoring threats were cut down to a minimum. Playing without the services of Hackbarth, who injured his ankle in the first part of the contest, the locals put on a desperate fight but were unable to close the gap. The Quakers, by the way, were the only team to defeat the Goslings twice so far this season.

N WC FG FT F TP Whitewater Hackbarth, f 0 0 2 0 Koenigs, f Schweppe, f 2 13 5 Hoyum, f Neumann, c 3 1 1 7 Pitzner> f Kuehl, g 0 4 2 4 T, Hoffmann, g 3 0 1 6 Krause, f Berg, f 2 0 0 4 Austin, c 291

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Milton 30 Northwestern 39 Feb. 11. — The Northwestern Goslings traveled to Milton without Coach Len Umnus, who was confined to his bed with an attack of influenza, and without the valuable services of the veteran forward, Vic Hackbarth, who suffered a severly sprained ankle in the Whitewater contest, and, despite those misfortunes, proved themselves superior to the Milton Wildcats by a comfort­ able margin, 39—30. The Goslings went into the fray with the knowledge that a loss would definitely eliminate them from any possibilities of a conference championship. This thought, to­ gether with the absence of Coach Umnus, guiding hand, found the locals jittery during the first few minutes of play. But after the Goslings had unloosed some very wild shots and passes, they proceeded to play a brand of ball that finally spelled victory.

Milton started the scoring and continued to profit by the Goslings’ mistakes during the opening minutes. But the locals slowly whittled down the lead and with a final spurt gained a 21—16 lead at the half-time. The Wildcats came out fighting the second half and took over the lead in exactly two minutes.

From then on it was a ding-dong affair that saw the lead change hands several times. With ten minutes to go the score stood 26—26. In the next two minutes the Goslings scored two buckets by fast-breaking, and from then on the outcome was never in doubt. # The floor work of Captain Loofboro and the shooting of Luebke were outstanding for the Wildcats; Berg instilled just the proper spark into the local line-up at the strategic moments to assure a victory.

FG FT F TP Milton FG FT F TP N WC 2 2 3 6 E. Luebke, f 7 0 2 14 Schweppe, f n 9 t o R. Luebke, f 0 0 1 0 Koeninger, f A t \ t Polan, f 0 10 1 Berg, f 4 0 18 Carpenter, f 0 0 0 0 Lehninger, f 0 0 0 0 Loofboro, c 3 2 3 8 2 10 5 5 0 1 10 Smith, g Naumann, c 0 0 0 0 Kuehl, g 2 0 0 4 M. Heir, g 2 W. Hull, g 0 0 0 0 Frey, g 1 0 1 „ Johns, g 0 0 0 0 Hoffmann, g 3 10 7 R. Hull, g 10 2 2 0 0 0 0 K. Hull, g Miller, g 0 0 0 0 292

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

LITERARY— 293 As Happeneth Eftsoons.

295 Aeschylocleanic Lyric... .298 Red Sunset...................

298 Fame.............................

300 Lines To A Dream......

300 Music Hath Charms__ Lines Because of A Russet Sweater 301 301 The Parthenon Frieze— 302 Susan Glaspell..............

303 Browning.....................

304 Reserved......................

307 My First Airplane Ride.

EDITORIALS— We’re out.........

They’re in ....

There’s No Drought — When It’s Raining...

The Great Battle........ .

Tragedy....................

ALUMNI NOTES......................

CAMPUS AND CLASSROOM ATHLETICS............................

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THE BLACK AND RED Volume XXXXII. Watertown, Wis., March 1939

Number 10

as second class matter under Act of March 3, 1870. Published monthly. Subscription, One Dollar,

AS HAPPENETH EFTSOONS IF. Scheitcl

And it befell that as a certain young man beheld the Aurora make her customary inauguration of the day he was filled even to overflowing with poetic thoughts, some drawn from the writings of one Mr. Shakespeare, now gathered to his fathers, and others, verily, whereof he had read in the writings of Miguel de Cervantes, wherein most beauteous eye-openers make greeting to Don Quixote as pursueth knightly fame and Dulcmea. Methinketh that these purple passages of Cervantes are yet the more pleasing by reason of their contrasting with other things that by chance did meet the chivalrous Don, but we must leave off from the thinking of such thoughts lest evilly we seem to be making but a book report And fortunate it was that the young man of whom we spoke aforetime as we did make a beginning had notin his persusals of the writings of the ancients come upon a passage wherein it doth appear that each new day 293

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is for us mortals another chance. For had it been so I doubt not that he would then and there have made decision to make a beginning of his life anew that very morn. And as he did be­ hold the russet sphere wafted above the horizon on the wings of the morning he thought no earthly thoughts of success or striving for gain. But yet, slack and woe, his thoughts were not his own but those of dead men and snatched from dead men’s hands which lay folded by the undertaker in coffins be­ neath the grassy mold.

Forsooth, when the days became weeks and the weeks be­ came months it came that the young man made his arising later and later and beheld but seldom the dawning of the day in the balconies of the east. But even as his poetic thoughts of the sunrise fell into disuse and rusted away, he betook himself again to the writings of the ancients and there he found report of babbling brooks which gurgled their way between cool and grassy banks upon which grew geraniums and daffodils, and rhododendrons; and words which spoke of moonlight and roses and nymphs by a pool. And though the young man saw it through the eyes of other men, who now can no more see, yet he saw it. For doubtless it was better to see than not to see it, though all his life he should think only the thoughts of other men. * And some there have been who have read to their hurt, and even so was it with this young man of whom we speak, though he was neither altogether wise nor altogether foolish. For even at this time there came to his attention the fairness of the shethings, and their peculiarities, for he did read in a book of the mystic powers of womanhood. And it came about that he did light upon one of these very she-things. And he did wax eloquent and did declare to her that her carriage was impeccable and her hair like threads of fine gold, that her mouth was as a pomegranate, and that all other things were appropriate (for in the moonlight all this did seem in conformity with the facts.)

In short, he did woo and win her with ancient words.

And yet another while and he found that there was con­ cerning her nothing mystic, save that it once had seemed so, for she had sound teeth and a beautiful handwriting and was a good cook. So it came that the young man saw that all men could not always be trusted. And on the morrow he rose up early a sadder and a wiser man and viewed the rising sun.

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I AESCHYLOCLEANIC LYRIC G. H.

(Scansion given in detail at end of Lyric) Cretics (C. S.) Strophe alpha There he was— On the staffEight long months— Cho. So he was.

So he was.

5 So he was.

Antistrophe alpha Comps he wrote— Long and short— Light and deep— Cho. So he did.

So he did.

So he did.

Iambic dipody Strophe beta He wrote of Poe, He wrote of Jazz, 15 De Rebus too — But that was bad.

Cho. Yes, that was bad.

Yes, that was bad.

Antistrophe delta "I play cornet’’ That’s what he wrote!

20 Sophisticate — Imaginate — Cho. Sophisticate — Imaginate — Trochaic Dipody Strophe gamma But all was written 25 Purely prosa.

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He ceased writing!

Admirabile dictu — 35 Cho. Admirabile dictu Dochmiacs Strophe delta At last, coup de grace, (The French call it thus) He learnt that the truth Was this: Write a poem.

40 All prose sure is dry Each poem sure is good.

Chorus:----Antistrophe delta Too late, yes, too late He found, yes, he found 45 The truth, yes the truth.

His time, yes his time Was up, yes, was up.

For good, yes, for good.

Chorus:— Rhyme Scheme: Strophe alpha, Antistrophe alpha—Cretic: long—short —long.

Strophe beta, Antistrophe beta—Lambic dipody: short long—short—long.

Strophe gamma, Antistrophe gamma — Trochaic; long — short — long — short.

Strophe delta, Antistrophe delta — Dochmiacs: short —long; long — short — long.

C. S. — Consult Smyth 一 Poem must be scanned aloud in bed. room to obtain full effect — latter remark not in Smyth.

3. Eight—a slight fallacy in the poet’s reckoning. All extant evidence on this chronological question shows that he was on the “staff” for seventeen months, or one month more than twice the amount mentiond. No doubt eight was used to avoid breaking the rhyme scheme by an impossible “seventeen”一a pure ere tic in itself, but out of question in a cretic of three words. A second school of thought conjectures that the poet was thinking main296

ly of last year, which, if the poem was written in early March, would come out to just eight months. The lat­ ter conjecture seems too plausible to be correct, though.

4. Notice that the number of lines in the chorus is three in strophe alpha, two in strophe beta, one in strophe gamma none in strophe delta 一 Peculiarly Aeschylocleanic.

7. Comp — writer’s abbreviation for the fuller composition.

9. Light and deep—refers to subject matter only.

13. Of Poe—cf. B. & R. Vol. 41, No. 6.

14. Of Jazz—cf. B. & R. Vol. 40, No. 4.

15. De Rebus too 一 cf. B. & R. Vol. 42, No. 4, 5, 6.

19. "I play cornet”一 cf. B. & R. Last issue.

22. Imaginate — another Aeschylocleanic touch, now obsolete.

It means imaginary, adjective, whichwas undoubtedly taken by the poet as a noun. The sense of the passage: Are you corny!

24. Imaginate — An Aeschylocleanic attempt at stinkomythia (sic) 25. But —anacrusis. Trochee doesn’t begin until — all was 26. Prosa — Teutonism for the more usual — prose.

27. Erred — common among the older poets, cf. Shakespere; Julius Caesar Act III, 2, 36 — The good is oft interred with their bones.

30. Lazy prosa — In apposition to hazy prosa (note repetition of Aeschylocleanic Teutonism)—accusative of source, since “lazy” refers to source of the prosa; had the prosawriter not been lazy, he would have written poetry, Aeschylocleanes insinuates.

31. Eight months — cf. note 3 for lengthier discussion.

35. Admirable dictu — the scansion of this passage has been a stumbling-block for many editors. The answer is quite simple, though. Aeschylocleanes thought he was in logaoedics.

40. Masculine Caesura.

41. & 42. Sure — incorrect and colloquial for “surely.”

Chorus — chorus is non-plussed.

43. Yes - repetition — cf. chorus of radio program on N. B. C. Blue Network, Sunday, 4:30- “The people, yes, the people.”

Chorus — fades away in silence.

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The sun sank red and glorious back of the barn But Mr. Engstrom hated it.

For him it meant that still another blistering day Would follow days of anxious waiting And futile hoping for less copper skies.

For rain-clouds gathered thick in the West And then the blest relief of rain That might yet save his half-scorched crops For which he’d worked so hard that spring.

J. Ascott Cumming Jr. saw the sunset too And as he parked his Packard out in front Of Oak Lawn Country Club the sprinklers Swished pleasantly so that the fairways Would be nice and green.

J. Ascott watched the sun’s brightness fade away And jauntily stepped up to the bar To slake his thirst.

Mr. Engstrom plodded wearily Across what once was lawn Back to the house.

And wondered what would happen If it didn’t rain.

FAME F. E. P.

Henry and Hillary were identical twins; both weighed five pounds, three ounces, and both had blue eyes. But early their parents realized that Hillary was not the kind of boy Henry was. Henry was active, merry, and companionable, Hillary quiet, incommunicative, and tending to be morose. Many a bottle of castor and cod liver oil Hillary had to swallow. Maybe the boy had worms, or something. But all to no avail.

Then they went to college. Many a night when Hillary was poring over his books, Hank was out enjoying himself, a boon companion and delight to all feminine eyes. He didn’t study unless he had to. Needless to say Hillary received high marks and the acclaim of the professors, while Hank just managed to skin through. Hank went out for sports, developed a wonderful physique, spent all his spare money on flashy clothes and knew how to wear them. Hillary spent most of his 298

allowance on books and chemical materials, with which he experimented in a corner of his room. A suit would last him several years. He never went anywhere except to class and occasionally to church so why did he need so many clothes?

Hillary graduated maga cum laude, Hank didn’t even get a degree.

But what did Hank care? He could get a job anywhere.

People were glad to have him around and his presence drew business. Within a year or two after college his princely bearing, his handsome looks, and winning ways won him a movie contract. He lolled in money, he had all the clothes he could desire, he traveled everywhere, saw, did, and enjoyed every­ thing. In later years due to the shrewdness which he had learned by associating with the world he became owner and manager of the movie production company which his popularity had helped to make a success. And at a comparatively early age he died of over-indulgence.

Hillary on the other hand had to struggle. His first years after college were years of suffering in which he had to go hungry very often. Some day the world would hear of him.

Then he was called to the chair of science in a small college, where between classes he labored in his stinking, crowded, and improperly equipped laboratory, toiling at his dream. In a few years he was a bald-pated, stoop-shouldered, bumbling, absentminded professor. He associated no more with other people now than he ever had. Books and chemicals were still his companions. When late in his life his invention was patented it was not so enthusiastically received. And so Hillary died an old, broken, and forsaken man.

Fifty years later Hillary’s invention is a part of every average household. The manufacturer has generously included Hillary’s surname in the trade name of the appliance and his name is thus known the world around. Henry is no longer remembered for what he did. The world has found other Gables, Taylors and Goldwyns. Only in encyclopedias it is mentioned that Hillary had a brother who made quite a flare in the movies in his day.

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S’ LONG FOR NOW A. D. Laper

I am young — a student in college.

Much is left for me to learn.

There is not too much time in which to learn it.

Yet my studies wait while I think of you.

I cannot learn and think of you.

Money is spent that I might learn.

Time exists for me to learn.

You squander my time and money.

What is this learning1 for which money is given and time exists?

Tis but what man has thought and said and done in all the ages past.

We live the lives of other men.

Our own we often think of last.

But I’ve got to learn to do something that men will pay me for.

For men do live on the pay they get.

It is a disgrace to be an exception.

An exception I do not want to be.

And so I must ask that you leave the space above my desk That I might learn and that I might earn enough for the living of two.

Music Hath Charms …

G. II. The wistful strain of a violin, The tender touch of a soft cello, The throbbing shuffle of a big bass viol, The muffled soughing of a dull French horn.

How can this be That symphony Hath charms for me And not for thee ?

The wailing of a saxophone The blaring of a loud cornet The breaks and licks of hot drummers The silly songs of sad singers...

How can this be That misery Hath charms for thee And not for me ?

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Unlucky in love ?

Ifou’ve just begun to live!

Love fulfilled is saccharine, Sickeningly 一• Man’s taste, To be delighted, Demandscontrastingflavors.

Bitter disappointment When mingled yet With sweet remembrance Of what might have been Renders regret delicious.

THE PARTHENON FRIEZE Ralph D. Gehrke

A procession is beginning. Fair youths are lacing their sandals, holding their fine little horses, or mounting them.

Along the way stand elderly marshals to guide them. The slick horses are eager to rush along, but the youths still hold them in check. They prance along with a rather easy grace, rearing their heads, until they are finally let free; then they bound forth, leaving- the cloaks flying behind. There is a great joy in the horses and their riders, for it is the festival of Athens, the Panathenea. Yet these spirited youths are not alone in the procession. Victorious athletes and prize winning poets ride in the chariots. Clean young men carry amphorae filled with wine on their shoulders. Then come oxen for sacrifice and with them are peaceful attendants, whose solemn chant is muffled by the mantles which they have drawn close about them. Along the way bearded elders with bare arms and shoulders discuss with one another as they lean on their staffs and wait for the proces­ sion. At the temple the Olympian gods themselves are gathered and sit waiting, leisurely talking among themselves. They are the guest of Athene at her festival, and this procession is bring­ ing the saffron-colored robe to the temple for her statue. It is for this that the little town of Athens is emptied of its folk, this pious morn.

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SUSAN GLASPELL /?. Krause

When Susan Glaspell began writing one-act plays for the Provincetown Players shortly before the start of the World War, she didn’t do it with the intention of making a name for herself; she wrote because the group needed something to work on, since at that time the one-act play had not as yet been blessed with any particular degree of popularity. Later on however, as her skill developed and her works gradually became fairly well-known, she left the playwright’s practice ground, as the shorter form of the drama is sometimes called, and took to writing full length plays.

The principles of these longer works are fundamentally in agreement with those of her one-act plays. Both are marked by what we might call a very decided lack of action. Fre­ quently people just gather and talk, but what they say, how they say it, and the circumstances under which they say it, are very important, for through these speeches the playwright is conveying to her audience a very carefully thought out idea.

These ideas tend to run in approximately the same line of thought, namely, a man’s struggle for freedom, his attempts to break the powerful bounds of convention. The hero or heroine simply refuses to be shut up in a shell and will oftentimes take unusual, and to our minds rather shocking, steps to gain his end, in which incidentally he, or she, seldom succeeds. In “The Verge’’ for instance, the heroine goes to such extremes in her attempts to get beyond the limits of her mind that she is finally threatened with insanity; she would willingly accept even that, if it would satisfy her desires. The unseen heroine of “Trifles” kills her husband in order to escape his cruel oppression.

Certainly she is put into prison, yet this new and different life represents a comparative freedom for the unfortunate wife.

A few sentences back we stated that the ideas presented were carefully thought out. That is true, but proceeding still further, we can say that Miss Glaspell has emphasized thought in the majority of her works. She has really written psycholo­ gical drama and constantly seems to analyze the minds of her characters. These people feel deeply, they lead intense and secret lives, yet all their feelings and emotions seem to be con­ trolled by thought. For this reason the action and expressions 302

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seldom can be called spontaneous. This quality influences even her comedy, thereby robbing it of that feeling of heartiness which we so much desire. In regard to thought and emotions, Miss Glaspell is just the opposite of Eugene O’Neill. O’Neil fre­ quently goes to the other extreme and lets his emotions run away with his thoughts as in ‘‘Emperor Jones.” Which of the two is preferred is a matter of personal opinion.

Together with powers undeniably of the first rank, Miss Glaspell, by virtue of her life in Iowa and New England, brings to the theater a composite nature intensely American. Inbred in her are the intrepid thought of the West and the restraint of the East.

BROWNING R. J. Pope

When contemplative poets who uncertainly and constantly weigh matters begin to pall upon the reader it is refreshing to find an author who is really trusting and is happy about his faith. Surely envious critics may call such poetry “whistling in the dark’’，but always the deep trust is to be accounted for.

Browning,moreover, inspires moral resolution and confidence.

A significant point of his philosophy is the view that failures are often more significant than successes. High failure is better than low success. In other words, if a man strives high and fails, it is better than if he had attained an easy mark. So Andres del Sarto cries, ‘‘Oh, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?’’

If one reads through an anthology, it is extremely pleasant, after wading through the pantheism and what-not of the Romantics and the vacillating reflections of Tennyson, to come down to someone who gives you red-blooded humanity, without sacrifice of thought. Here in Browning we find men, with their petty jealousies and strifes. All the characters of man­ kind are amazingly delineated in his dramatic monologues.

Browning takes a person, at some crisis in his life, and through the speaker’s words, uncovers all the dark folds of his character and his whole soul history. So he shows us all manner of traits from those of a medieval bishop to a modern Italian. His especial delight was in the Middle Ages, from which he drew most of his characters.

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Throughout all of Browning runs an undertone of optimism.

In The Gi'ammarian's Funeral he writes,‘‘What，s time? Leave now for dogs and apes! Man has Forever.” In Rabbi Ben Ezra occurs a passage which is inscribed upon our sundial (take a look sometime), the opening lines, “Grow old with me!

The best is yet to be The last of life, for which the first was made; Our times are in his hand Who saith，‘A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!1 M See this contempt in Prospice，* 'Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, the mist in my face, when the snows begin and the where he stands, the blasts denote I am nearing the place arch Fear in a visible form. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, the best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore, and bade me creep past__ 0 thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, and with God be the rest!”

And what could be more happy and carefree than Pippa’s song ending in: “God’s in his heaven — All’s right with the world.”

In these last two lines are epitomized Browning’s philosophy.

Browning himself was intensely human. He was strong and able, and disliked being known as a poet. He thought it effeminate, being called that. For this reason he often made crude rhymes with the idea of disclaiming such a title. For who would justify as a good rhyme “fabric” and “dab brick”， or "far gain” and “bargain，’. Scores of such examples could be found. Yet he was a poet. His dramatic monologue is distinctly a new type. In the monologues he has created a gallery of characters which rank with those of Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Dickens. Besides he was a great lyric poet. Surely, he could lay claim to being the greatest modern English poet.

RESERVED I. W. Bade

This space is to be reserved for a noble experiment. While sitting in a classroom sometime in the dim, distant past, a class studying the art of composition heard this advice from the professor who was engaged in trying to solve the problem of 304

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quickly finding a topic suitable to the person’s taste, abilities, and ambition (or shall we say laziness): “Look about you in your room and write a composition on the first thing that strikes the eye.” This advice we plan to follow. You be judge as to whether it was worth-while advice in this individual case.

We look about. The sign on which the word Reserved is lettered in black and red ink attracts the attention and immediately a process of recall and association begins. In the first place it recalls the hectic night of which it is a souvenier — the night of the Homecoming Banquet. One thinks of how it was salvaged out of the wreckage just a few moments before there was nothing left to remind one of the celebration except the long bare table boards and a confusion of chairs, how it was carefully repaired and put up in its present position. What a role that sign had that night! There were three such. Each one saved the places for one of the teams honored that evening and it must be said that each one performed its task very well.

Just what happened to the two brothers of this one is hard to say. Let us suppose that some members of the two teams which they served carried them off as souveniers. At any rate those others served the victorious teams on that occasion. This one almost perished as the hope of victory had perished in the un­ fortunate team it served.

What further events this sign calls to mind are best disre­ garded here.

Reserved! What does that mean to any one? What does any word mean to a student? Etymology? Oh yes, one must not forget that in a learned work. Now let’s see. Does reserved come from re back, again and sei'vare or servire? As far as can be determined there can be no definite objection to either.

Naturally the word taken with the former etymology would mean kept back, set aside with the idea of a future purpose or use implied while the other might mean just plain hash. It does seem though that the lexicographers do prefer the former etymology and meaning especially when the word is pronounced with a voiced “s”. Perhaps we had for safety’s sake better also use this meaning in our further ambling.

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A young man wishing to impress his employer, who has given him the honer of inviting him to lunch, speaks only so much as is necessary and keeps all his superfluous thoughts and feelings to himself* He would be acting in a reserved manner.

Some high official while off duty happens to get into conver­ sation with an ordinary laborer, perhaps his servant. The offi­ cial does not say much but assumes a haughty bearing when he does speak. Some observer might call him reserved but in reality he is proud and haughty.

On the other hand a man buys tickets for a coming public performance of a play and asks whether the seats will be re­ served. Had he been inclined to use more words, he might have asked whether the seats to which those tickets entitled him would be kept waiting for him until the time during the course of the performance that he would make his appearance.

A young man gets on a bus and notices that quite a few places are occupied, which is nothing unusual. In the same glance he notices that there is an empty seat next to a beautiful girl. Being of the type, he immediately asks her, “Is this seat reserved, miss?’’ Woe unto her if she doesn’t realize that he is asking whether he can sit down beside her.

Lastly, reserved also reminds one of certain sheets of music and then more especially of a little sentence at the bottom: "All rights reserved including public performance for profit.” May this sentence always have the effect that the overcoat of a big husky chap in a seat next to him in a theatre has: “This is mine and you better keep hands off.”

Keeping all this in mind, what should that sign signify?

Going from the last to the first, one might put it this way: This is mine. Keep your hands off. May you sit down? No, this is set aside for the owner and is to be kept open until such a time wften he shall choose to appear. And is he proud and haughty!

But still he can act very prudently. His worst trouble, how­ ever, is his bashfulness.

Our excursion with a reserved sign is at an end.

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MY FIRST AIRPLANE RIDE J. V.

All my life I had looked forward to that eventful day.

Ever since the time I first rose up out of my cradle to scan the sky for the source of that infernal droning, ever since the time I first read about the Wright brothers and their wondrous in­ vention in my grade school text books, in fact ever since I first knew of such a thing as an airplane I wanted to fly; I wanted to ride in one of those birds and see what a so-called bird’s eye view of this old world really looked like.

Of course from the very first I met with nothing but dis­ couragement on every side. Didn’t I know how unsafe it all was? Didn’t I read and hear how many hundreds of people were killed every year? Flying was as yet impractical and unsafe.

In the years to come, maybe — but not yet.

But being a liberal at heart I still held my own views on the matter. What if a few people were killed now and then ?

Weren’t they killed by other means also? What difference did it make finally whether they were killed by train accident or air­ plane accident? I still wanted to fly.

Many a fine day did I spend at the airport in my home town.

At least I could visualize my dream completed. Every time a plane left the ground or came down to a perfect three-point landing, I could see myself seated next to the pilot or I might even be so bold as to see myself in the pilot’s seat having my hands on the controls.

Then finally came that blessed day. I remember it was the hottest day in July. Right after dinner that day I had gone over to the airport. It was a beautiful day for flying, not a cloud to be seen. How refreshing it would be up there in the blue. As I said before, I went to the airport immediately after dinner. All afternoon I stood about the hangars watching the grease monkeys and the mechanics, the planes coming in and going out, hoping against hope that out of a clear sky someone would ask me to take a hop with him. Once I even grew so bold as to ask a pilot for that favor.

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At first I was having trouble with the continually flowing per­ spiration. Secondly, those flies —I wish I could express in words how they annoyed me.

I must have gone to sleep. For after what seemed hours I became aware of a man standing at my bedside. As I examined him more closely I noticed that he had on some sort of uniform 一 a pilot’s uniform. What did he want here, and at this hour too?

“Do you still want to take that hop, George?/ What could the man be talking about? I must have been dreaming.

“Come on, George, you wanted to go this afternoon. Let’s give the moon a race, shall we?”

Things began to clear up a bit. This must have been the man I had asked for a ride in the afternoon. The weather was excellent outside. The sky was clear. The moon was sailing majestically. Why not take the chance. Night flying was nothing new. It was being done often. So I dressed myself and went out to the airport.

Within a few minutes we had his trim two-seater up to the line and I was about to take my first airplane ride. I believe I experienced my life’s greatest thrill as my pilot gunned the motor preparing for the take-off. Then we began to move, slowly at first then faster and faster. In a very few minutes the rather bumpy ride became smooth and soon we were in the air. What a thrill! My first airplane ride. This was certainly he most thrilling mDmant in my life.

After what seemed to me but a few minutes the pilot signaled to me that he intended to turn back. I was disappoin­ ted of course, but all things must end. In no time at all the home port was again in sight. In a few minutes my pleasure would be at an end. But what was happening? I didn’t feel that same self-assurance that I had previously had. The plane was acting up. It was not coming to a three-point landing like the numberless planes I had seen land from day to day. I could feel a certain sliding as if we were coming in sideways. Whatever we were doing, we were doing it very fast. I could 308

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hardly stand the rushing air as it passed over my ears. I had confidence in my pilot and so I closed my eyes and hoped for the best.

But my confidence was evidently misplaced. For all of a sudden with a crash it happened. My first airplane ride had ended with a crash.

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“Ou，my head, —where am I—huh.M Such were the first words I remember spoken by me after the tragic accident. ‘‘Did you hurt yourself, George?” That was my mother’s voice. How did she get out to the airport? And why did she have that funny grin on her face? Where was I anyway? Who threw that shoe at me? Weren’t those flies ever going to leave me alone? Where did the blankets come from? And then with a thud — ..You’d better get back to bed and remember not to eat a second piece of pie next time.”

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OLUME FORTY-TWO of the Black and Red is now com­ plete. The staff which was more or less responsible for it has now done. As we check out we might mention that we do so neither apologetically nor yet with a swagger; we have and we are — just plain done.

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F. Peterson ....... Editor-in-chief T. Bradtke___ Contributing Editor A. Pope..........

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Contributing Editor W. Kehrberg ■ ....... ......... Athletics G. Franzmann Campus and Classroom D. Brick........ ___ Business Manager W. Schumann. ..Advertising Manager L. Koeninger.. ...Advertising Manager In conclusion, our sincerest thanks to the typists, H. Paustian and A. Laper.

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P!| There’s No Drought—When It’s Raining................

On one of those rare occasions when, after weeks of waiting for rain or signs of rain, there finally comes a rainy day, .1 re­ marked to one of the farmers who I knew was an inveterate pessimist, “Nice rain, isn’t it? This ought to fix things up.”

“Naw, ’twon’t do any good now no more. Besides it might make the grain rusty. We just won’t have any crops this year, I suppose. There ain’t no use in farming. Can’t make nawthin* on the farm.”

"Well,” I thought as I walked away from this poor unfor­ tunate, **I guess there isn’t anything that could make him see the bright side of things. He’s just a died-in-the-wool superpessimist.”

No doubt you all know people like this despondent, dejec­ ted, gloomy, down-in-the-mouth. You’ll probably agree with me when I say I wouldn’t choose that kind of fellow for a bosom friend if I could help it for fear that I would get that way too.

We aren’t all as bad as the hopeless case cited above, but if we examine ourselves we will find that we have some pessimistic tendencies in our make-up too. We fail to enjoy the things we should enjoy simply because our old defeatist attitude breaks through and spoils everything.

We had been having rather miserable weather for a while, and then one day the sun shone beautifully and things looked pretty all right to me. ‘‘Nice day, isn’t it?’’ I suggested to a passerby. He just grunted and said he supposed it was but that it most likely would cloud up and snow before tomorrow.

Days off from classes — unusual ones I mean, such as Wash­ ington^ birthday and the like — don’t come very often and when they do I rather like to sit back and enjoy them. I like to sleep late those mornings and then get up and lazy around all day, not doing anything in particular but enjoy being a free man with no burdensome classes for the moment. Not so our pessimistic friend. He must get up at the crack of dawn as usual and cling to the same restricting routine. He must then go to his desk and study for tests and things which he knows are coming. He can’t be content just being lazy. Oh you poor unfortunate soul! If you only knew what fun you’re missing!

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And so the poor fellow lives on from day to day never taking time out just to look around to take a deep breath and say to himself, “Hm! Guess I’ll enjoy myself for a minute or two.”

G. F. THE GREAT BATTLE T. P. B.

Most of us, at some time or other, in our youth went out to a cornfield and rolled our first cigarette out of cornsilk and, having smoked it, we firmly resolved never to smoke again, at least not cornsilk. At about eighteen years of age we found ourselves smoking steadily. Why we started is usually unknown, and why we continue is also a riddle. Some say they smoke for enjoyment. That enjoyment certainly is bound by habit. In most cases smoking is just a habit which has become a habit from which certainly no enjoyment is derived and if any enjoyment is obtained, it certainly is bound by the habit.

Suddenly the average being realizes he is bound by the habit; and by reading certain articles he comes to the conclusion that old demon Nicotine is harmful to his body. Consequently if he would smoke some tobacco that contained less nicotine he would not harm his body quite as much. Of course modern advertisements make use of this conclusion, “Smoke our cigarettes — .0897 % less nicotine than all other cigarettes”； consequently the average smoker changes to that brand of cigarettes. Cigar advertisements claim their product to be nicotine-free. Others say a pipe is the least harmful way of in­ dulging the habit. The individual is in a dilemna; finally he compromises. He’ll smoke everything; a cigarette, usually more, in the morning; a cigar after dinner and a pipe in the evening.

But after a few years of smoking, one usually begins to wish that one didn’t smoke. Naturally it is incorrect to say, “I wish I didn’t have to smoke’’ since every smoker can ‘‘stop anytime he wants to.” It really doesn’t bother one until one tries to stop. Then the realization strikes us what a hold nico­ tine has on us.

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impress one by saying "Yes, I’m trying to stop smoking. I haven’t bought a cigarette for a week, but say, will you give me a cigarette? I don’t want to buy any or else I’ll start smoking again.”

Such a one never even tried to stop; usually he is broke and his friend of course cannot refuse his request since he would be hindering his friend’s effort. One must do everything to free a friend from this habit. This method usually nets the individual twenty cigarettes a day.

Of course some people try to substitute some activity for smoking. Usually they take to chewing, I mean gum. One can hardly say that the chewing or ruminating is any more appealing. Certainly it is more monotonous.

But then the poor man who on account of love for wife or girl stops—after a day he resembles quite closely a cucumber leaf at high noon. Finally he can’t hold out. So quietly he slips into the furnace room and smokes a cigar that was given . to him by Cousin Edgar on his third wedding anniversary; but he can’t quite understand why the cigar tastes like corn silk.

At least he had his smoke. Of course he tells his wife that he cleaned the flues in the furnace and she is satisfied. But in another three days he will be again dropping ashes on his wife’s rugs.

Usually the best way to stop is just to stop. But the spirits are against that man. Usually a party or a wedding will end his good resolutions. For before one can gulp out “I’ve quit” the host already has a box of cigars under one’s nose. ‘‘Do have one of my cigars imported from Siberia.” This would-be abstainer declines as graciously as possible, but the host insists, “Do have one. You’re old enough, aren't you? Haw! Haw!” Finally to protect one’s honor and in self-defense one succumbs to his pleading and smokes. But lucky the man that can say, “I don’t smoke (at least not at present).” Oh yes, I’ve “quit.”

TRAGEDY W. Kehrberg

Date: Saturday, March 4, 1939.

Place: Greek classroom.

Time: 10:59 (six minutes before the end of the class.)

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Quickly ! I must rouse myself for the last effort of the day.

We have done thirty lines so far in the period. We must do at least as much in the last five minutes. It is the custom. Tradi­ tion shall not be broken. I work myself into a sweat for the last five minutes.

Date: Saturday, March 4, 1939.

Place: Dormitory shower room.

Time: 11:07 (two minutes after the end of class.)

I’ve made it! I’m in the shower room, dressed, or rather, undressed to take a shower. I had a few slight mishaps on the way, nothing much, though. You know the swinging doors on the way to the basement ? Yes, the ones with glass in them.

Well, one of them hasn’t any glass in it anymore. Could I help it if someone was coming the other way as I came down ? I hope he didn’t cut his head. I didn’t stop to look. But now to my shower. I don’t care if I did have a shower every day of the week. This is my Saturday shower, my lovely Saturday ablutions.

What! Sophomores in the shower room ? How did you get out of class so soon ? Oh, you’ve had a test and been excused early ? Well, that’s all right. How’s the water? It was fine, it was fine, you say ? Isn’t it anymore ? It’s cold ? No, it can’t be ! Not cold, not already. Oh how dreadful! It is my Satur­ day shower! Io moi, io moi (to quote a little Greek — to be translated ad lib.). It is a tragedy. A tragedy? Hamlet was a tragedy and remember what Hamlet said, 'There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.” There is a ray of hope.

I shall subdue the flesh. The mind is supreme. I shall take a cold shower. What will be the difference ? The mind will say it is a hot shower. The right foot extended reports that the shower is really cold. The left foot, the back, the shoulders confirm the report. But the mind says it is not. Oh, how peppy I feel! No dreaming for me this afternoon. I’m going to do a couple hundred extra lines of Greek. Oh boy, am I peppy!

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Date: Monday, March 6, 1939.

Place: Sick room above the refectory.

Time: All day.

Oh, am I sick! I’m cold. I’m not. (Pardon me, wile I cough.) Wow, I’ve pulled my whole insides apart. Oh, my back!

My neck ! My chest! Believe me, a-choo, next Saturday (more coughs, please excuse) it’ll be a warm shower for me. I’m going to cut Greek class and, a-choo, get there early. Oh, am I sick ! Hamlet! Bunk!

Date: Monday, March 13, 1939.

Place: Greek class.

Time: 9:15 (five minutes after the beginning of Greek class.)

Yes, I took a hot shower Saturday. Yes, it was during Greek class. I felt good all day. I felt fine until a miuute ago.

My shower may have been hot Saturday, but the professor surely is much hotter now. I’m scorched, burnt to a crisp in a withering fire of sarcasm. Oh, poor me! I must change my habits. No dreamy Saturday afternoon for me this Saturday.

I’ll be busy doing some extra Greek, unwillingly, perforce. No shower until after supper. Io moi, io moi!

^[nmnx JJotes Because of the shortage of students in the dormitory due to sickness there is likewise a shortage of Alumni Notes this month. I hope your columnist for the next volume will have better success in gathering material for your interest. Come on, alumni! Let’s hear from you!

The Rev. L. Baganz, ex ’ll, of Burlington, Wis., recently preached for the first time in nearly a year. We hope he has fully recovered from his long illness.

Mr. Reginald Siegler, *34, has been making quite a hero of himself. He is serving as tutor and head coach at Michigan Lutheran Seminary at Saginaw, Michigan. His basketball team just finished a fairly successful season, having been developed from nearly all fresh material. He had as his able assistant his colleague, tutor Conrad Frey, ‘35’ who is assistant coach. Al­ ready a hockey star while at Northwestern, Mr. Siegler has taken further laurels in this great winter sport. On March 2 it was all Reg Siegler in a hockey game that won the regular season championship of the Central Michigan Hockey league 315

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The Rev. Carl Bolle ’21，and his wife Winifred ReichmuthBolle recently visited the college. Mrs. Bolle gave a piano re­ cital in the gymnasium March 6 and was very much applauded.

Alvin Hoff,，35, has accepted a position as warden at the Bethesda Lutheran Home in Watertown.

The Rev. Prof. G. Westerhaus ’08, instructor at N. W. C. was unable to meet his classes a few days because of illness.

One or two of the other professors have been ill but have bravely continued their recitations.

Remember, alumni, let us hear what is happening to you!

Campus and Classroom A new type of literary program, ^completely unprepared and unrehearsed, speakers previously unappointed’’ was presen­ ted with a fair degree of success on February 17, with Fritz Tabbert acting as master of ceremonies. The speakers, selected

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“Gilbert and Sullivan” was the theme of the program pre­ sented by E. Keibel on February 28. Speakers on the program were E. Frey, R. Pope, and W. Kehrberg. A selection from the operetta Trial by Jury，sans music, was enacted by the following cast: Dorothy Jaeger, Margaret Davey, Roseann Meyers, Ernst Lehninger, Frederick Tabbert, Ralph Unke, Norman Berg, Robert Korn, and Ardin Laper.

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Since letter writing is not included as one of the fortes in the curriculum it might not be amiss to turn our attention to a discussion of that highly essential and rapidly disappearing art.

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entire life to the publication of several priceless volumes in which he has given examples of the best form of every conceiv­ able type of correspondence. No doubt you are all familiar with this gentleman by name for he is none other than Prof. Palmer Method L. D. L. (Long Dry Letters) Ph. D. (Pretty Humorous Documents) M. C. (Master of Corruption), and many other degrees gathered here and there. So if you will forgive us for “schmearing” from the professor’s works, we will attempt to straighten you out a bit.

The first letter for discussion is the business letter. Ac­ cording to the Prof., a business letter should be clear, concise and to the point.

Example: Miss S. “Snookums” Brown Vice President in Charge of Glamour 0 0 Davenport, Formee Dear Miss Brown: Your smile of the 15th received and acknowledged. Am hereby ordering more of the same. Am privileged to report that the goods delivered was of the highest quality and work­ manship. Am confident that if goods delivered in the future maintain same high quality I will be in a position to establish further negotiations in the very near future.

Send more smiles by return male in payment for which * delivered in person. you will receive one⑴ Very truly yours, Expectant Executive Conjectured Lacuna Sometime a friend will approach you for a letter of re­ commendation. This letter is very important and should be very carefully composed.

To whom that can discern: Be it known by these presents that the bearer of this letter is an all right guy. Even if he is slightly tight (which he was when I saw him last) he’ll come around all right pronto. iie，s a prince of a fellow when he’s sober (but you gotta watch him). He is a /iard-worker.. In fact, he won’t touch anything else. He wants hard liquor or nothing.

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Your side kick, Elmer P. S. You owe me a chaw of tobaccy.

Application letter. The importance of this letter cannot be stressed too strongly. One’s entire future may depend on it; therefore, the professor has taken infinite pains in composing this example.

Dear Sir: I have it on good authority that your organization is With all modesty I state that I looking for a nern scringer.

— was champion nern scringer of Sciatica County Peep me in mind. I’m plenty good* Yours, Eddie Zilch P. S. Fm also an A —1 hippopotamus-histor.

You’ve no doubt attempted a bread and butter letter in your day.

Here’s a pip: Dear Mr. Brain, Thanks for the bread and butter. I sure like bread and butter.

Come to my house sometime and have some bread and butter and we’ll have a real spread.

Sincerely, E. Guest Acknowledgment of a gift: Dear Uncle, Mamma says to thank you for the book ends. I always wanted some book-ends, sorta. As soon as I get some books I will use them. .

My birthday is the twenty-third. I think everyone likes electric trains. I should say.

Your adoring nephew, Willy K. Most difficult of all is the love letter. The professor turns to poetry as the highest medium of expression.

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The limpid lakes that dance around your eyeball Make them as alluring as the cherry in a highball Your teeth possess the whiteness of Zinc Oxide And your hair — Ah! Owes its blond ness to peroxide.

(Letters contr. by G. F.)

Maybe you think that a college education bears no fruit, maybe. But look what it has done to Daisy Ten Broek. In Sexta he used to dash about the campus continually reciting: Jack and Jill Went up a hill To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down And broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.

But now look what Daisy can do after a mere 8 brief years of schooling. Without batting an eyelash he can rip off the following in 22.5 seconds flat, It behooves one to say that a winsome pair of charming and bewitching children in the heyday of their youth, symmetri­ cally and elegantly yclept Jack and Jill, of an unknown sur­ name, aspired to ascend the slope of a natural elevation of land of local area and well-defined outline, rising in precipitous accli­ vity. This expedition was undertaken with the express prede­ termination of procuring a plenitude of that liquid which descends from the clouds in rain, and which forms rivers, lakes, seas, etc., said liquid to be posited and transported in a vessel of wooden staves bound with iron hoops, of sheet metal (usually iron galvanized, tinned, or enameled), or of some other material, commonly circular in section and widening uniformly towards the top, or cylindrical, having a bail for a handle. An unforseen contingency unfortunately shent the even tenor of their way, for through a miscalculation in placing the terminal part of either his left or right leg Jack was most unceremo­ niously precipitated in a declivitous direction, resulting in the partial or impartial mutilation of the topmost part of his skull.

Jill, not to be outdone by her brother’s agile titudation, descen­ ded likewise in the general directien of the earth’s core, and, as far as can be be ascertained in the light of existing evidence, the force of gravity is still acting upon her.

Maybe you still think that a college education bears no fruit, maybe.

This is an account of what I found the other night when I decided to satisfy my long-standing curiosity to examine the interior of a student:’s head. The guinea-pig for my cranialogical 319

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study I had selected long ago. He was one of my classmates, who, to the surprise of those who knew him, somehow or other completed each semester’s course with a fairly respectable showing on his report card. The fact that he managed this last semester to get an Ex in House Deportment was the fan that finally kindled my spark of curiosity and I firmly resolved to examine him carefully to see if I could discover for myself the secret of his success.

About 3 A. M. I quietly stalked into the victim’s bedroom, equipped with a hammer and one of those handy pocket-knives which can do everything but concoct a banana split with whipped cream and a cherry for 25 cents (salted nuts 5 cents extra.). With my hammer I administerd an anaesthetic where it would the most good — directly between my sleeping victim’s eyes. Instead of the usual thud which accompanies such action I heard a metallic crash, not unlike the sound of a sidewalk when it meets an alarm-clock which has descended from the fourth-floor of an average-size building. Upon close examina­ tion I discoverd just above his hairline a metal plate which covered his entire scalp. With my knife I carefully removed several screws and then lifted the plate on the two hinges by which it was fastened at the rear of the head. Now what I saw inside should have astonished me, for there, instead of a brain, was a complicated piece of machinery. But. I wasn’t in the least surprised, for, to be frank, this was what I had more or less expected. No person could possibly study as mechani­ cally as my victim had done during the 8 years of his “higher” education without turning into a mere machine. I should not say mere machine, for this bit of mechanism was a product of most excellent workmanship. The framework was made of the finest grade of manganese steel, and all gears, cog wheels, and other moving parts were chrome-nickel plated, and undoubtedly had been most carefully annealed, tempered, and polished.

At last I knew what Karl Marx meant by ‘‘human beings converted into machines.”

I now knew too that I would not run the risk of attempting to get an Ex in House Deportment.

So I closed my victim, carefully replaced all screws and left him to his slumbers. Yes, he’s still ticking.

Die Glocke hat gelautet, und die Zeit ist jetzt um. Which means in English: Thafs all there is — tutti frutti’s all gone now. And in conclusion, what could be more decisively final and finishing than those famous last words from Anthony and Cleopatra: “I have yet Room for six scotches more!”

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ATHLETICS Northwestern 48 Concordia, River Forest 44 Led by VicHackbarth, who set a seasons’ individual scoring record by ringing up nineteen points — sixteen in that blistering second half, the Goslings downed the Concordia jinx and gained the first victory in three seasons over their Illinois rivals in a hectic overtime affair, 48—44 at Watertown, February 18.

Concordia started the scoring, and, after a few minutes it looked like a Concordia victory. After ten minutes had elapsed, the visitors were leading 16—7. But then came the deciding break of the game. Mack, the Teachers’ high-scoring center was removed from the game via the four foul route. This blow disorganized the visitors’ forces and at the same time injected enough spirit into the local five to pull within three points at halftime. Score 18—15.

After the intermission the Concordia five started fast and gained a 26—17 lead in a few minutes due to the marksmanship of Bueter, Doerrer, and Demske. The locals gradually came back to life and started to tally by fast breaking their tiring opponents. With but five minutes of play remaining the score stood 33—32 for the visitors. Hackbarth and Koeninp：er matched the Concordia goals, and with thirty seconds of play remaining Fritz Naumann dumped a push shot in from the free-throw lane to tie the score at 38—38. But with five seconds to go, Doerrer, for the visitors, stepped to the free throw line for a gift toss.

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The action during the last ten minutes of the regular game and the five minutes overtime period was fast and furious, and the spectacular play brought the fans to their feet.

It was definitely the visitors’ game up to the last quarter.

At no time had the locals enjoyed the lead. But from then on the Goslings grabbed the lead and put on an exhibition that closely rivalled the comeback and overtime victory over Mission House several weeks ago.

FG FT F TP FG FT F TP Concordia NWC 12 14 9 1 3 19 Kahling, f Hackbarth, f Schweppe, f 3 14 7 Bueter, f 5 1 1 11 Naumann, c 2 0 0 4 Doerrer, f 4 2 0 10 Kuehl, g 3 1 2 i Mack, c 2 0 4 4 Hoffmann, g 0 1 0 0 10 l 3 Garske, c Berg, f 1 1 4 3 2 11 2 3 0 7 Demske, g Koeninger, f Seehusen, c 0 0 10 Gersmehl, g 0 0 4 0 Gottschalk, g 0 q | q Krause, g 2 0 3 4 Frey, g 0 Goslings 35 Platteville 47 Watertown, February 23.—The Tri-State Conference basket­ ball championship went to the Platteville Miners for the second consecutive year when they decisively trounced the Goslings, their only threat for the honors, 47—35.

Play was close throughout the entire first half, but due to the shooting of Schweppe and Naumann the locals were able to maintain a slim lead; the play of Parish and Kitelinger offset the narrow margin, and with three minutes remaining in the first half the visitors pulled out ahead and were never seriously threatened. The score at the intermission was 18—19 for the Miners.

Platteville started their deliberate passing game at the start of the second half, and apparently Coach Dobson had pointed out to his Miners a flaw in the locals’ defense, because during the next ten minutes with Schroeder leading the attack, the visitors went wild and ran up a sixteen point lead. At this point 322

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For Hackbarth and Schweppe this 钇ame was the last of their collegiate basketball career; but the fact that the other squad members will return for next season’s campaign ought to brighten the hopes for a championship in the near future.

FG FT F TP NWC Platteville FG FT F TP Hackbarth, f 114 8 Schroeder, f 6 3 0 15 4 3 2 11 Schweppe, f 2 115 Carey, f 4 119 Naumann, c 5 1 3 11 113 3 Parish, c Kuehl, g 13 3 5 1 0 0 2 De Witt g Hoffmann, g 0 0 10 Kobdish, g Berg, f 10 0 2 2 0 0 4 Kitelinger, g Koeninger, f 3 3 3 9 Seehusen, c 1113 Gottschalk, g 0 0 10 Frey, g 0 0 0 0 Now that the basketball schedule is completed it is only proper that we look back over the long trail and get a birds-eye view of just how the Varsity played during the past season.

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But while the Varsity was completing its schedule, the various intramural teams were fighting it out for the champion­ ship and mythical title. The season ran true to form and the final results are exactly what this commentator predicted.

Altho the Seniors were defeated in their first contest by a well-balanced Frosh five, the graduates, nevertheless, came back with a drive that saw them go thru the rest of the schedule undefeated. The final standings: Won Lost Seniors 9 2 Frosh I 8 Junior I 7 3 2 8 Junior II. 2 8 Soph.

2 8 Frosh II To take care of the lull between the end of the basketball season and Easter vacation Coach Umnus arranged a series of sports，tournaments. The first, a Big Ten Basketball tourney, got under way the first week in March. The varsity members acted as captains of the teams lined up by the Coach from a long list of willing participants.

The lineup of various teams with their captains follow: Hoosiers (Seehusen) Buckeyes (Naumann) Gophers (Schweppe) Illini (Hoffman) Wildcats (Next year’s Prep team) Badgers (Koeninger) Hawkeyes (Kuehl and Gottschalk) Wolverines (Berg, Frey, Hackbarth) Here are the tournament results : Opening Round— Buckeyes 35 — Illini 22 Hawkeyes 15—Wildcats 11 Hoosiers 26 — Gophers 20 Badgers 33 — Wolverines 26 Semi-finals Buckeyes 34 一 Hawkeyes 18 Hoosiers 32 — Badgers 10 Meanwhile the teams eliminated in the first round continued play for the Consolation Title.

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The winners weren’t awarded a beautiful trophy, and the in­ dividual members didn’t receive solid gold basketballs for their victories during the tournament. The final whistle of the last game concluded all basketball for this season.

After the season the varsity members, as guests of the “N” Club, attended the Minnesota-Wisconsin basketball game at Madison. Naturally some of the Minnesota boys were dis­ appointed at the Badger victory.

The following members were awarded ‘ ‘N’s’ ’at a student body assembly program: Hackbarth^ Schweppe, and Manager SauerSeniors; Naumann-Junior; …”一 .

Sophs; and Gottschalk, Koeninger, and Seehusen-Frosh. The presentation of the awards removed all thoughts of basketball from the minds of the students for another year.

Meanwhile the Senior keglers were busy giving a good account of themselves in the bowling alleys. One of the high­ lights that I dare not overlook is Otto Pagels’ rousing 233 total.

That sum is high for the current season and establishes Otto as king of Northwestern’s ’39 bowlers.

And now, in conclusion, this commentator takes the liberty to quote an Oriental columnist: “Some strange voice tells me it is high time to take a rest from these duties as sports’ reporter.

Remembering that that voice has always been right and also that the best way to leave an impression is to perform an exit in such a manner as to make people feel that they are going to miss that person, I think I will take the advice of that strange voice.’’

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Io Moi Moi—R. Jungkuntz—167 —• Cornet—G. Hillmer—267 ___ appened in Summer—H. Paustian—241 Keats or Shakespeare—G. Hillmer—203 Kingdom for a Writer—A. D. Brockhaus—46 King of the Woodwinds—T. Bradtke—201 L，A.llegro and Is Penseroso—T. Bradtke—5 La Neige—G. Franzmann—186 Leonardo da Vinci-J. Vogt—47 Let’s Krgue the Question—G. Franzmann—17 Let us Keep out of Foreign Entangle ments—J. Brenner—148 Life of a Grunt, The—H. Schweppe—204 Lines Because of a Russet Sweater—R. Jungkuntz—301 Lines To a Dream—A. Laper—300

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