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CT"here is an old saying, "A picture is 1 worth a thousand words." Illustrations often catch and hold one's attention to writing that might otherwise be over­ looked. For children, pictures frequently prove to be the actual story teller. Quite often illustrations one encounters in a book help to mold his thoughts about the book. Pictures are capable of rendering a real service (or disservice) to a story.

Ernest H. Shepherd was one of a few illustrators whose drawings so enhanced a story that the two became inseparable.

This article will deal with some of his illustrations for Kenneth Grahame's class­ ic children's story, The Wind in the Wil­ lows.

Those familiar with Grahame's tale need no introduction to the drawing on the cover of this issue. The illustration depicts the hapless Toad being escorted to prison.

Shepherd's drawing of the scene is perfect: the despairing prisoner handcuffed between the stalwart "Bobbies," and the grim portcullis overhead reflect the author's description of what is go­ ing on: "...then the brutal minions of the law fell upon the hapless Toad; loaded him with chains and dragged him from the Court House...across the hollow-sounding drawbridge, be­ low the spiky portcullis."

Shepherd's style is such that with the mere variation of the thickness of a line he can create the desired effect. The sketchy shadows and the bold single lines which outline his characters mesh into a charming whole that captures the spirit of the action.

Here is his drawing of

Toad, newly escaped from the supervision of his friends, puffed full of conceit, swaggering into an inn:

Note the effect created by the hal f-closed eye, the angle of the cigar, and the in­ flated chest; all these combine to bring across the character of Toad most vividly for the reader.

Another Toad drawing of Shepherd's shows Toad in utter despair, fleeing from some would-be captors. Again, by the use of some well-placed lines, Shepherd cre­ ates visibly what the author must have had in mind:

Kenneth Grahame, the author of The Wind in the Willows, was an old man when Shep­ herd visited him concerning the illustra­ tions he had done for his book. When he saw them he told Shepherd, "I'm glad you made them real." It was an apt appraisal.

Charles Cortright

ED. NOTE: Shepherd, who only recently departed from this life, seems to us to present intriguing possibilities for stu­ dy.

Most interesting, perhaps, is his sure ability to assess characters with swift strokes of his pen, and in some cases, to fill out our own images of the animal-people he loved to draw.

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Death and the Warrior rXlhe August sun sparkled through the JL dense woods, here hiding its yellow face in the trees like a bashful child, there boldly plunging through a break in the trees, illuminating the forest floor like so many bright stages in the midst of an otherwise verdant gloom. Its rays danced off the leaves overhead, reveal­ ing the network of veins in the pale leaves, pale and translucent as a shroud, as if the violence of the past three days had torn every bit of color from their cells. Jeweled drops of rain from the recently past cloud-bursts now clung to the edges of the leaves, hesitating wheth­ er to fall to the floor below or to evap­ orate in the warming sun.

The floor of the forest was silent, overwhelmed by the load of broken branch­ es and shattered trees which haphazardly littered the ground. No animals scurried through the wet undergrowth below; no promise of a wind stirred in the leaves above. In silence the forest gave thanks for surviving the storm.

Eighth Legion had taken their last stand, resisting the fierce attacks of the Ger­ mans, whose war chants had risen even above the howl of the wind and crashing of trees. All day long they had fought, dodging the steady hail of tree limbs, repulsing one attack after another, peer­ ing into the pelting rain which lashed their faces as they awaited the next on­ slaught, their numbers and strength ebb­ ing away into the very mud encasing their feet and ankles. They had fought until the last Roman soldier had closed his eyes in defeat, just as black twilight poured through the forest. No one had tried to surrender or flee. They had seen before how the Germans treated prisoners. They had chosen to die hold­ ing their own swords.

There was not a living soul in the forest, or was there? In the middle of a lighted spot, the underbrush rustled as a hand moved slowly upwards to grasp a branch. Soon the left hand followed, and then the arms, head, and shoulders of a Roman. He awkwardly stood up and examined the crusted gore on his thigh where a spear had cut his leg to the bone. There was an ugly, yellowish in­ fection in and about the wound, but never mind that, the maggots that would soon be appearing could perform some useful service to him. Besides, he alone had survived, somehow deceiving death. He smiled at this, for he had never con­ sidered himself a clever sort. He wiped his forehead. More dried blood, He took off his helmet and could see why death had passed him over. His strong bronze helmet was deeply dented, at one place totally broken through.

Some German must have delivered a terrible blow to his head to do that. Following the blow

But as soon as the sun grew hotter and the forest began to dry, the inces­ sant buzzing of irreverent flies rang out.

A stench arose from the moist ground, a stench of death and decay from the offer­ ings of man to his god of war, and to nis retainers, the flies. They reveled in it, darting their tongues over the bodies scattered across the forest, lay­ ing their eggs on the white, rotting flesh that had a few days ago been the pride of Rome. Amid the fallen branches, the mud, and the mire, the hope of an empire was now bringing forth its har­ vest, a new brood of maggots.

At this particular spot the leaderless remnants, about two thousand men, of the 2

of betrayal rose inside him; a halfremembered line came into his head: Dulce

he must have lost consciousness (for how long?) and in the meantime the German, either smug at his own accomplishment, or struck down by another Roman, had failed to finish him off.

He glanced over the forest. His stom­ ach turned at the smell, but, by wrink­ ling his nose and taking a few short gasps, he could quiet the sickness rising within him. Yet, he could almost feel the smell clinging to him. He should have expected to see something like this, for he had been a legionary for a number of years and had seen his share of bat­ tles, but the extent of the destruction overwhelmed him. Here, what was once an army, was now pallid, garish bodies scat­ tered throughout the for­ est like so many leaves blown from the trees by an autumn gust.

The green forest mocked the bloody sacrifice of these sol­ diers.

Everywhere there was fresh, growing life.

But those who had once been lords of the forest were now becoming the forest itself, rotting away, en­ riching with their bodies the very soil they had watered with their blood.

A centurion lay next to where he stood, his purple tunic encased with blood and filth, and one hand still cl inging to his short sword. He had taken command of Sexti us' group 1 i ke so many other low-ranking officers who had risen to the occasion after their superiors had chosen to The cowards; die by their own hands. just when the army needed their guidance most to get out of the death-trap it had been led into, the officers had forsaken it. Curse them, Sextius thought. They betrayed us all. Only the common sol­ diers had conducted themselves bravely.

Sextius walked about the battle site, searching to see if someone else had somehow escaped death.

L__ 8 seemed But it such luck was his own property, There was only death and more death, No one else had survived.

By now his leg was bothering him. He sat down on a fallen tree trunk and gulped down a little wine he had taken from one of the bodies.

The feelings

et decorvjn est pro patria mora.

Sweet

and fitting. Yes, the aroma of the place was a very sweet smell. How he v/ould like to rub the fat poet's nose around in this forest, the poet who had penned those lines back in safe, sunny Italy. How he would like to show him the sights, these trophies of honor, to tell him how fif­ teen of their best men had given their lives for the sake of recovering their lifeless standard, which was now long gone. The poets had betrayed them and misled them as fatally as Varus had. To die defending one's farm or family from an enemy was one thing, but to throw countless lives away for control of a modest portion of land so far from Italy?

The bombasts of poets and public speakers had lulled the people into believing it was necessary, into clamoring for the total conquest of Germany. They had betrayed these le­ gions, too. But the most painful betrayal was that of the soldiers them­ selves. Each of them had believed in his heart that this campaign was the on­ ly way to secure the north­ ern border. They had all trusted Augustus and his local despot, Varus, more than they trusted them­ selves. They had believed it was proper to die for one's country, no matter where, no matter why. If they had died gloriously, no one would hear their praises sung.

Fitting to die for one's country. No, the best thing for Rome would have been for the three legions that had entered these woods to remain alive, ready to guard the border against these fierce savages. Someday they would all descend on Italy like wolves upon sheep, and there would be no shepherds to halt them, because they had all shed their blood so fittingly before. As a soldier, Sextius had no qualms about dying. But after the death of so many, an individual death for one's country became an absurdity. It was sweet and fitting to live, to cling to this world as tightly as possible, hoping the gods, if there were any, be 3

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they in Hades or this German Valhalla, would not notice you. Sextius wanted to return to Italy and live as fiercely as he had resisted the waves of Germans be­ fore.

Having concluded this meditation, he arose and started across the battle ground, his leg feel ing considerably bet­ ter. The air had become oppressive due to the moisture in it, but now a slight breeze came up, filling the forest with the gentle rustle of leaves. As he went, Sectius looked over the bodies he passed for weapons and food he might need along the way. From one he took a sword of Spanish steel, tempered in a cold moun­ tain stream, from another, an ivoryhandled dagger. He tore up a number of tunics for bandages and put them in his travelling pack, along with what portions of meal he could find. He even took a spear along, in case he might come across some larger game during his journey.

Just as he was almost off the battle field, he caught sight of a figure clad in white. He stopped in his tracks and hid behind a large bush, waiting to see who the stranger was.

As the figure came closer, he could tell it was a fe­ male, a German. She had to be German, for she had long, blonde hair and her skin was light, almost as white as the long garment she was wearing. She was definitely searching for something, be­ cause as she walked, her eyes swept to the right and left. The most disturbing thing to Sextius was the sword she car­ ried. The occasional sunlight glinted menacingly off it. Had she lost her hus­ band in the battle and was now coming to find him? Did she live in the area? Was she alone? Whatever her intent was, she showed no signs of squeamishness, for she headed directly towards the site where the Romans lay. And Sextius was directly in her way.

As she approached, Sextius could make out more of her features. She was wear­ ing sandals, the type the women in Rome would wear in daily life. Her long gar­ ment was fastened in the middle with a blue-dyed rope, hinting at the comely shape beneath. Her face fairly gleamed in the light and Sextius had to admit she was very beautiful. Many wealthy Ro­ mans would give much for a German slave half as fair as she was. Why, she was good enough for Augustus himself.

Finally, Sextius arose, partly to frighten her away, partly to reveal him4

self. She turned to face him, her sword cradled in her hands, her blue eyes peer­ ing straight into him. The wind sudden­ ly gusted, blowing strands of hair across her face, tugging her clothing snug about her.

"Go away!" Sextius motioned with his spear. "Go away! What business do you have here?" he growled, knowing full well she would not be able to understand him.

She firmly shook her head and said, “No, I will not leave. I have come for you."

Sextius was taken aback, for instead of a harsh, barbarian language coming out of her mouth, she addressed him in Latin.

He wondered what sort of a person he was dealing with. Had she been a former slave for a Roman, perhaps a provincial offi­ cial? She wanted him, at any rate.

"Why?" "You have deceived us once, I have come to take you away. It is the will of the gods that you die."

She held her ground.

Sextius didn't know what to make of this. Certainly she would not have the strength to kill him; her sword seemed too large for her even to hold easily.

She had to be a woman from a nearby tribe who came out to collect spoil from the bodies, She had to be trying to scare him away. He turned to leave her to her plunder, what little she could find.

"Stop!" she ordered, "Turn around and fight."

She struck his left arm with her blade, Blood trickled down his forearm.

He whirled around on his one good leg, clutching his sword and snarling, "What do you want, witch?"

"The gods on high demand your life."

"Then let them take it."

She moved closer to him, her sword raised.

She was going to try to kill him!

"I do not fight women. Send your man after me, if you still have one," Sextius hissed, still hoping to drive her away without a fight. There was a steady wind now. The rustling of the leaves increased from a whisper to a roar.

"You will not mock me. It must be this way," she said. She nimbly charged at him. He awkwardly turned and hit her sword away from his chest. She meant to fight.

"Then die like those over there!" he shouted. His face was locked with the She, grim determination of a fighter, on the other hand, smiled devilishly as they fought, her eyes twinkling as if it were all a trifling game to her. Clearly she had fought before. Almost magically she found the strength to wield her sword.

Effortlessly she danced about the lame, panting Roman, nicking him here and there, yet sustaining no blow herself.

Sextius' arm was growing heavy at his side as the strength left him. How he hated this wench in front of him, laugh­ ing at him, mocking himas she was trying to kill him. How he wished to destroy her. Then he came upon a plan. Quickly he reached to his belt and pulled out the dagger. With a smooth, easy motion he threw it at her, turning deathly white at what he saw. The dagger had passed right through her and stuck in a large oak directly behind her, as if she had no material existence at all. What was this he was fighting? A spirit? A god?

He was terrified and dropped his weapon.

"What are you?" he whispered.

"Death." She drew close to him as she raised the sword for the final blow. She delivered it directly over his heart, laying it bare before his eyes. "Death," she whispered again, this time into the fallen soldier's ear.

She turned away from him quickly, dis­ appearing into the heart of the forest.

Her feet barely touched the ground as she fairly flew away, an unbodied spirit blown by the wind. After she had gone, the wind died down and the rustling of the restless leaves ceased, as each one spread itself out to catch the welcomed August rays in its gleaming network of green, as predecessors had done for count­ less years past, as successors would do for countless years to come. Not a liv­ ing soul breathed beneath their gloomy shade.

Don Pieper

EdlTORiAl if with a heavy shrug of inevitability the eightieth volume of the Black and Red takes to its wings. Rather than apologize here, as rny predecessors have, for youthful idealism or outline grand schemes forliterary identity or even call in desperation for contributions from the student body, faculty, alumni, yea, the world, I will confess simply that the Black and Red has always fascinated me, as have all writers and writing. The shap­ ing of the printed word, the deft mystery of effective communication seem to me necessarily exciting.

I said inevitability because the birth of a new volume of the Black and Red hard­ In fact, except ly ripples the water, for the initiative of a few, the school publication would long ago have foundered.

Of course, I can't say how well the few represent the opinions of the many, but there are necessary weaknesses involved in an oligarchical periodical. Needless to say, there are advantages as well. as

The new staff, I believe, has been selected with care and represents, as broadly as possible, a cross-section of the student population. I trust I am not overly confident in hoping and working for a publication that will as a matter of course assume the traditional format of the Black and Red without sacrificing any of the priorities creativity demands.

Carl Springer

PoETRy WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN? I'll take the week-old flowers from your grave; the rain ripped off their petals, anyway, u and all the colors faded into gray, as gray as sky turned April ground and death.

I 11 wipe the mud off your chiseled name, once carved in hearts but now only in stone; the morning sun will shine on it the same as it shone on us when I was not alone.

I'll come back here someday—I don't know when— and think myself to stone beneath the moon.

In life we all tend to forget too ::soon that love can surely pass beyond the tomb.

Tell me, when will I see you again?

Through tears it seems so far from here to then.

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Don Pieper

INoSTAlqiA Reflections ot) at? A§e of Ipijocepce Northwestern men like these, so that the world may have a chance, in retrospect, to recognize a few of the early signs of future greatness.

We've already seen one such indication of Professor Franzmann's poesy. Let's briefly consider another, this one con­ fronting head-on the problem of final exams (upon us once again), contrasted with the salad days of the preceeding win­ ter. Note, if you will, the delicate and fanciful quality of the early lines, fol­ lowed by the forboding inevitability of finals in the last couplet. The very crux of modern poetic idiom is centered in this verse—the world of the imagina­ tion contrasted with the harsh reality of life.

Aft/ toil and strife and all I do Has this one redeeming featurey That when I'm done and years have passed, I'll someday be a preacher.

T'llhat struggling Northwestern student on »Vthe brink of emotional collapse from classroom pressures hasn't regarded this philosophy as his last tenuous link with Indeed this basic tenet has reality? soothed the troubled heart of many an aspiring seminarian since St. Augustine.

Butitwas perhaps never so well phrased, so succinctly stated, so positively as­ serted as in the stanza you have just read. It might surprise the less sensi­ tive and observant members of the North­ western family to learn that this is an early but indicative product of our own Professor Gerhard Franzmann.

Several questions suggest themselves.

At what point of his poetic career did the professor produce this gem? Where has it been preserved, sequestered for sc long from the common consumption? The answers to all three questions lie within your grasp this very moment—they're all in the Black and Reds of yesteryear. In ant era that's fascinated with nostalgia we're going to take a fond glance back­ ward in NWC's history to the age of in­ nocence, to the days when the men who are now our favorite professors were the concerned students who publ i shed the Black

Comes a January— You can have lots of fun; Comes a cold wave— You can dress up nice and warm; Comes a snow storm— You can shovel lots of snow; Comes exams—owl Nothing can be done.

Even at a tender age Professor Franz­ mann's command of poetic devices is astounding. The subtle rhyme and tentative rhythm of his verse skillfully brings about a cryptic change of tone that sets the reality of exams right in the read­ er's lap, after having shown him ShangriLa inthe first three fairy-like couplets.

A masterful stroke of genius, to say the least.

Hopefully this small snatch of a bygone era has whetted your appetite for more glimpses at NWC's own literary history.

The Black and Red has fostered the inci­ pience of many an artistic career. We feel it is only fitting that the readers of Volume 80 be afforded a glimpse at the dawn which has, more than once, broken forth into a splendid shining orb.

a>id Red.

Gerhard Franzmann's 1939-1940 Campus & Classroom column (Vol. 43), from which the above excerpt was gleaned, was a mem­ orable one. Taking his place in the long • me of Northwestern humorists that has included such varied synodical talents as Carl Lawrenz, Armin Panning, Cyril Spaude, Donald Sellnow, and Paul Wendland, young Franzmann followed in the steps of his two older brothers Werner and Martin, in por­ traying the lighter side of NWC in the 3 <5 R. The intent, then, of this nos­ talgia column is to bring to light some °* the carefree college witticisms of

Terry Laabs 7

NORTH CENTRAL: Hello! I under­ MR. stand that your name i s Wi 11 i am Shake­ speare and you're a Junior at North­

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western College.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: How know you that?

NC:

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(Measure for Measure:

NC

II, i)

It really doesn't matter. I'm Mr. North Central, and as part of my survey of Northwestern College, I'd like to ask you a few questions about life at Northwestern, I see youhavequite a collection of books here. Do you like books?

WS NC

I lov'd my books. (Tempest: I3 i) Besides that, I see you're studying!

Do you enjoy studying?

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness and the bet­ tering of my mind. (Tempest: I3 i) Isn't ita bit odd, though, to study on Friday night? Don't you ever take a break?

I have no superfluous leisure! (Mea­ sure for Measure: II, I) I understand that you have a very heavy class load. How do you find time to prepare for all your classes?

I must become a borrower of night for a dark hour or twain. (MacBeth: III, i) I also noticed an emphasis on grades here. How do you feel about grades?

Let the world slide. (Taming of the Shrew: Ind.3 i) That's interesting. Well, what about the social life at Northwestern?

Is it refreshing?

Not so hot. (Winter’s Tale: II, Hi) Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale. (King John: III3 iv) Many college students have a tendency to drink on occasion. What do you

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think about alcoholic beverages?

WS:• Good wine is a good familiar crea­ ture, (Othello: II, Hi) but Old Fashions please me best. (Taming of the Shrew:

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How about the cafeteria? What kind of food are you served at NWC? I am a great eater of beef. (Twelfth Night: I, Hi) I see. Perhaps I could change the subject.

I noticed there is some­ thing of a scarcity of girls at NWC. What do you do if you want female companionship?

Then, westward-ho! (Twelfth Night: III, i) Oh? 'Why would you wish to go out west?

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

(Twelfth Night: II, Hi) I guessed you miqht have a girl friend, just from the fact that there are 35 pictures of the same girl on your bulletin board. But tell me, what is she like?

0, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful!

(As You Like It: Illy ii) A dish fit for the gods. (Julius Caesar: ii3 i) One fairer than my love? the all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world be­ gan. (Romeo and Juliet: I3 i) Well, I finally found something he likes to talk about. Bil 1, don*tyou think, though, that wart on her face detracts a little?

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Illy H) (Julius Caesar: Kindness in women, not their beaut­ eous looks, shall win my love. (Tam­ ing of the Shrew: IV, i) Excuse me. About how often do you get to see her? Do you travel back and forth quite a bit?

Life is a shuttle. (Merry Wives of Windsor: V3 i) If you have to do so much traveling to see each other, why don't you just get married?

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

(King Henry VI3 Part III: V3 i)

Well, it would seem as though you must be a happy person. How would you characterize yourself?

WS: A wretched soul, bruised with ad­ NC:

versity.

(Comedy of Errors:

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and rot. (As You Like It:

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An honest, exceeding poor man. (Mer­ chant of Venice:

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Maybe I've misunderstood you all along!

How would you characterize life at NWC in general?

0 how full of briers is this work­ ing day

world!

WS:

NC:

(As You Like It:

(Hamlet: III, vii)

Now it looks like I've found an­ other thing which he likes to talk about.

Bill, tell me, is your condition really pretty miserable?

WS: So spiritless, so dull. (King Henry NC:

II, vii)

Hum, a peculiar answer. Tell me then, Bill, v/hat is it that keeps you at Northwestern?

The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope. (Measure for Measure: II, iv)

I, Hi) One woe doth tread upon another's heel, so fast they follow.

NC:

From hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot

WS:

Very interesting, Bill. I guess that about exhausts my questions. Need­ less to say, your answers definitely have given me some insight into the life style of the Northwestern stu­ dent.

Farewell, a long farewell! (King Henry VIII:

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(To himself) "He is of a very mel­ ancholy disposition."

(Much Ado About Nothing:

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"Like sweet

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bells jangled, out of tune and harsh."

You mean you don't consider the time you spend here a blessing?

(Hamlet III: i) Thomas Nass

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Reviews ClaMtal Jffilutfic current demand for information aUl/bout classical music arises from sev­ eral causes. Upon completion of Music Literature 20/21 many students feel that they have had the Caesar without the Ca­ tullus or the Xenophon without the Homer.

Familiarity with music that is historical­ ly important or that is representative of a particular genre must be a point of departure for discovering music which means something to the individual. Per­ haps a student hears something pleasing in Brahms' F-Major symphony and is impelled to listen to his E-Minor. There the stu­ dent will hear a movement popularized by a very familiar British rock trio. Brahms' music may now become an area with high potential for satisfying, personal dis­ coveries.

A second stimulus to the appreciation of art music is its use in motion picture sound tracks. Many know the huge fanfare in Richard Strauss' Also Sprach Zarathustra from the movie "2001, A Space Odyssey."

I was introduced to Albinoni's Adagio for Strings and Organ through the movie "Rollerball." One of the finest sound tracks ever is that of "Slaughterhouse Five"— all Bach.

All of the NWC musical ensembles have featured classical selections with great success. One ensemble in particular lift­ ed the delightful Pachelbel Canon from sixteenth century obscurity to become the most requested number of the year (the opera Carmen and the Colas Breugnon Over­ ture notwithstanding.)

Many students, especially organists, already have a predilection for Bach when they arrive as freshmen, owing to their Lutheran background. Bach is the unri­ valed favorite not only because his music

displays power, depth, and perfection be­ yond any other, but also because he is evidently a sharer of our faith and a champion of the Gospel. A Christian could not help but be edified by a hearing of Bach's motet Jesu, meine Freude or the aria "Erbarme Dich" from the St. Matthew's Passion.

Another spur to interest in classical music information is that everyone has pieces that they've heard and liked all their 1 ives but never knew their names or their composers'. For instance, the theme music that closed the old Huntley-Brinkley news report on NBC that everyone craved to hear to its conclusion was the Scherzo from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony—it took me years to find that out.

In short, the answer to the musical question, "why a classical record review?" is this: The typical popular music fan knows what he likes because he hears it on the radio as soon as it comes out of pressing; on the other hand, we're all four hundred years behind on our hearing of art music. The field is so large that it can be frustrating to a beginning en­ thusiast to find what he likes. It will be the purpose of the "Classical Review" articles to aid in the finding of music and composers that will most likely prove meaningful to the reader. The sample re­ view for this installment is limited to one comment: If you 1 iked the popular song "Beach Baby," you'll find an affinity of its thematic material with the fourth movement of Jean Sibelius' super Fifth Symphony, brilliantly performed by the New York Philharmonic under Leonard Bern­ stein, available for audition from the Watertown Free Public Library.

Robert Rhyne 10

SpORTS Tt was my intention to record the Odys1 sey of the Bucks toward another NBA championship—well, that can wait. The Brewers have a solid team this year and a sound pitching staff. Barring injuries, Alex Grammas' forces figure to place as high as third place in the AL East. The Pack is back all right—back to the years of mediocrity they experienced before the Lombardi regime. In Madison, the Badgers' football team will stomp on some this year, butwill alsoserveas cannon fodder for Ohio State, Michigan and company...

The Badgers' new basketball coach, Bill Cofield, appears to be the man to turn around a sagging program. Already, Co­ field has recruited the following pro­ spective blue-chippers: Bob Jenkins of Milwaukee Washington, Joe Chrnelich of Milwaukee Pius XI, and James Gregory of Washington, D.C. Then again, all of Wis­ consin's teams aren't building up for another season. How many of you—can I see a show of hockey sticks—are aware of the fact that the Milwaukee Admirals just recently whipped the Green Bay Bob­ cats and are the reigning USHL champs?

Before we buckle down to see what is happening at Northwestern this spring in the way of sports, let us review the respective dorm tournaments.

Sharpshooter Pete Press bested Glenn Hieb to win the pool tournament. Mike Loescher proved too tough for Tom Behnke and captured the Ping Pong trophy. In foosball, Tom Krigbaum and Bob Kujawski defeated Tom Behnke and Don Pieper, in a surprising victory after the latter duo had eliminated favor­ ites Jim Mattek and Doug Lange. On the card tables, Bob Johannes and Carl Spring­ er proved that good looks do help, as they placed first and second, respectively, in sheepshead.* The cribbage tourney has

not been completed yet, but Rick Waldschmidt and Pete Serwe are the heavyweight contenders there. In the "Risk" tourna­ ment, Dean Lindemann won thumbs down since no one else could afford to cross the Iron Curtain.

So much for the primer—on to the real McCoy. Ken Hubbard was once heard to say, "Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while." As it is, after seemingly endless days of rain, there isn't much to tell about base­ ball, tennis, track, or golf. What we can do is something rarely attempted by any spectator, opposing coach, or even myself: 1 ist the players on each squad.

Coach Pi eper' s basebal 1 team features any of several players at first base, while Dan Gawrisch, 2B, Keith Free, SS, and Steve Wilkens, 3B, fill out the infield.

The outfield from left to right consists of Denny Hi mm, Dave Kolander, and Mark Birkholz, while the catching duties will be shared by Doug Lange and Shifty Schil­ ler. The pitching rotation will be Dave Voss, Rog Neumann, Mark Henke, and Doug Free. Lack of practice hasn't helped any, but so far the team is 2-3.

The tennis team lacks a head coach, Now 2-0, the Trojan but little else, netters are led by rubber-armed Tom Nass and Keith Tull berg. Mike Spaude, Fred Voss, Jim Proeber, and Bruce McKinney round out a very promising team, The golf team, under the guidance of Prof.

Sellnow, consists of Don Scheuerlein, Tom Behnke, Mark Wagner, Ed Zell, Lee Neujahr, and Tom "Limpy" Kneser. And last, but not at the base of the totem pole, is Coach Thompson's track team. Sprinters are A1 Schmitzer, Jon Rossmann, Jim Nelson, Phil Heyer, and Keith Bilitz. The last three

*ED. NOTE: Sheepshead is a game that has been neglected too long. It combines the intellectual challenge of chess with the excitement of good poker and has long

been a. favorite of synodical card players.

No do-Ubti in future issues of this volume3 the position and possibilities of this' honored game will be examined more carefully.

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also participate in field events. Jim Krause and Schmitzer are the hurdlers, while Jim Connell and Phil Birner do their thing on the quarter mile route. Distance men are Larry "The Hare" Gierach, Mark Gieschen, and Paul Mueller.

Listing all these players was not the hardest thing I've tackled (cf. excuse committee and Sophocles), but I imagine that if you can repeat these names two weeks from now, you would probably be able to recall what color Rex Barney's hair was. This reference may give you the

idea that the task is as worthwhile as an Nonetheless, these igloo in Africa, teams could use more support from their fans. So next time you sit down to do Greek or German, remind yourself to tee off on those verb forms, hi t those vocabl es hard, ace those shotgun quizzes, and keep running this idea through your head: Spring has sprung, The bell has rung; Sports are here— Get out and cheer!

Leland Punke

The Facts about Accreditation editorial: It is true that an accredited or standard school cannot engage as teachers any whom it will, but must have men and women who can meet def­ inite and accepted standards of training and a set minimum of cred­ its in professional subjects. We make similar requirements for the teachers of our elementary schools. ...We do not, however, set special requirements for the men in our higher institutions, who, as a rule, are graduates of our theological seminaries and have had no further training at other institutions and have made a particular and extensive study of the subjects they are to teach...We place their Christian character and virtues as their principle qualifications . . . but shall we stop there?

In the October 1966 B S R vie find an editorial written by Editor John Vogt.

It was a brief plea for "the benefits and respect of official accreditation."

Since that time the question has lain more or less dormant. The stimulus which prompted renewed interest and activity has its roots in Gov. Lucey's brainstorm to consolidate the public universities into the State University System. This change in status affected our relation­ ship with the university at Madison, in

i recently conducted a random survey in » Wittenberg Hall to attempt to deter­ mine where students stand on the ques­ tion of accreditation. Reactions ranged from "It'd be nice," to "I don't think we really need it." Perhaps the general impression was most valid. Few students seemed to prefer a definite stance, either pro- or anti-accreditation, professing for the most part ignorance of the sub­ ject. Little or no information has been dissembled to the student body, Just exactly what has been done or is being doneandwhy? And what implications might this have for our school and for us, the student body?

I hate to make this sound like your fourth hour history lecture, but in order to appreciate the implications of the status quo, we ought to have a little background information. The question of accreditation at NWC is not new. A search through the back files of the Black and Red reveals that a pair of articles treat­ ing the question appeared in the April and May 1927 issues. ProfessorW.H. Beck, of the graduating class of 1919, was a professor at Immanuel Lutheran College in Greensboro, North Carolina. At that time Immanuel was already an accredited insti­ tution, and Prof. Beck was endeavoring to arouse sentiment for the same course of action at his alma mater.

One point raised by Prof. Beck bore a striking resemblance to a recent B 3 R 12

tial inquiries in April, 1975, identified several problem areas.

Requiring 153 credits for a BA and concentrating those credits so heavily in language study seemed to raise doubts as to whether we were indeed a liberal arts college. However, Dr. Baldi volunteered that these considerations were not necessarily suf­ ficient to bar us from accreditation.

In August, 1975, the matter came up before the synod convention for consider­ ation. The report which the floor com­ mittee on Worker Training brought to the convention for approval recommended that accreditation at NWC not be pursued. The feeling was that any rating by a secular agency would be detrimental. After lengthy and spirited discussion, the report was rejected by the convention.

The con­ vention then voted to "explore" accredi­ tation.

Consequently, a letter of application was sent to North Central, which was ac­ cepted in September, 1975. Subsequently Dr. Baldi met with the faculty and briefed them on the process of accreditation. The first step was to draw up a status study.

The work was divided among the faculty members and completed within a month and a half; the result was a fifty page re­ port. Fifty copies were printed and the report was submitted to North Central.

Upon receipt of this report, North Central drew up a slate of three men to be sent to our campus for evaluation pur­ poses. This slate was submitted to our faculty for comment.

It was requested to include a man who was familiar with a A second language-based curriculum, slate was then drawn up, consisting of Dr. Edward Lindell, the president of Gustavus Adolphus in St. Peter, Minnesota; Dr. Charles Stoneburner of Denison Uni­ versity in Granville, Ohio; and Dr. Ro­ bert Wolverton, of the College of Mt. St. Joseph on the Ohio.

These three men visited our campus on April 12-13, 1976. Their objective was to determine whether we qualify for can­ didacy for accreditation, This is to be distinguished from actual accreditation.

Candidacy status brings with it many of the privileges of actual accreditation.

However, the school is then subject to biennial evaluation until full accredi­ tation is achieved. It is customary to assume that candidate schools can pass the final, examination and attain official accreditation within six years after achieving candidacy status.

particular. Although they had previous­ ly dealt with us as an independent in­ stitution, they were now forced to corre­ spond with us as one member of the system.

It had been deemed advisable to standard­ ize policy within the system. Ergo, in early 1974 we were informed that credits for transfer would no longer be accepted from non-accredited institutions.

The shape-up-or-lose-out deadline was set for September, 1975. This decision v/as later reviewed and postponed until Sep­ tember, 1976.

Previously, Northwestern students had been able to transfer credits to Madison routinely.

NWC's acedemic reputation was sufficient to waive the need for official accreditation. This new policy was not intended to snub NWC but was rath­ er aimed, for example, at some of the less-established junior colleges in the state that don't seem to be delivering as much as they promise. The problem also arises from the fact that we have had little interchange with most of the schools in the system and therefore have been lumped together with the other nonaccredited institutions.

When this change in policy came to our attention, discussions began with Mr. Bennion, an assistant to the acedemic dean at Madison, The situation was clarified thus: We were asked to contact North Central and at least investigate the pos­ sibility of accreditation. If, after a reasonable investigation, we found that we could not comply with all the demands of North Central without jeopardizing our fundamental program and purpose, an evaluation team would be sent out from Madison with a view to granting accredi­ tation on a department by department ba­ sis.

Mr. Bennion happened to be a close friend of Dr. Baldi, an assistant exec­ utive director at North Central, so through his influence v/e began our offi­ cial correspondence with North Central.

Dr. Baldi received a copy of the school catalog and other pertinent information.

Meanwhile, Dr. Bennion tried to use his influence to procure an exemption from the new policy for Northwestern.

The graduate departments of Hebrew and the classics sent letters of recommenda­ tion to the dean's office.

Although these letters expressed high regard for the past performance of NWC transfers, the exemption was not forthcoming.

North Central's response to our ini13

Specifics as to what would be required of us to gain accreditation are not yet available. The first step is to obtain candidacy status. This will involve, in addition to what has already been done, the submission of a written report by the three-man visitation team to our faculty.

The faculty will then be given an oppor­ tunity to correct any errors of fact.

After this the report will be submitted to North Central for consideration this July. The report is expected to be in the hands of the faculty by the first week in May. During their stay in Watertown, these men attended classes, surveyed the phys­ ical plant, spoke to administrators, and interviewed various students and faculty members. Oust before they left they pre­ sented an oral report to President Toppe, in which they indicated what he might expect to find in their written report.

Their one-word impression was "healthy."

They made reference to "a good physical plant," and praised our "clarity and singleness of purpose." They felt that the "faculty background encourages greater realism in pre-theological education."

They referred to our "well-managed li­ brary" and a "well administered and bal­ anced athletic program." They found the campus "serene." Perhaps most inter­ esting, the student body was characterized as "outstanding—candid, wholesome, and concerned."

In general, their impressions of NWC seemed to be favorable, but they did, of course, include several areas of concern in their comments. Among these concerns were the sharing of the campus with the Preparatory School, the course load re­ quired of the students, the limited space for both stacks and study in the library, and the under-utilization of the library.

A question which seems to spring to the mind naturally in any red-blooded WELS member is, "How much is this going to cost?" For the procedure involved in acquiring candidacy status, the cost is $1500. This includes picking up the tab for our distinguished visitors, and the general services of North Central.

Costs after this July, assuming that we do attain candidacy, will be somewhat higher.

One benefit which would accrue is the availability of federal financial aid.

The system of Basic Educational Opportu­ nity Grants is restricted to accredited schools. However, the relative cost of

education at Northwestern and the avail­ ability of funds from other sources seems to diminish the impact of that consider­ ation.

Perhaps the most important considera­ tion is the facilitation of the transfer of credits, both on the graduate and un­ dergraduate level. On the graduate level, the accreditation of the institution usually takes a back seat to the indivi­ dual record of the student, but under­ graduate transfers tend to encounter more difficulty.

A point to consider is the effect this can have on the high school senior who is unsure of his desire to enter the minisIf he knows that whatever he does try. here will not earn him any credit else­ where if he should decide to leave, he might be dissuaded from coming in the first place.

Ontheother hand, we might ask wheth­ er it is really so important to be able to transfer language credits when one de­ cides to enter another field of study.

To go much beyond this point in con­ sidering thequestion of accreditation at NWC would be to enter the realm of spec­ With the information given aulation. bove, you should be able to speculate as well as I. Mike Albrecht

c> SENT TO MINISTER Sometimes I wonder If there will ever be a Role I'd rather play.

There are no heroes anymore.

How sad it is to think Of the opportunities Men have had to sway And influence their fellowman, Seldom exercised.

Men of rank—natal Or acquired—bear a grave Responsibility. In Eternity they answer.

Mike Albrecht

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Campus & CIassroom ■ inlike my predecessors who have underUtaken the Campus & Classroom editorship with little more enthusiasm than Jonah, I must admit that I am very honored to be named to the position. Although I re­ alize that I'll never get the chance to be Editor-in-Chief (and therefore will never follow in the footsteps of such synodical giants as Cyril Spaude and Carl­ ton Toppe), I am content. The role of Editor-in-Chief, we all know, demands some very special qualities, such as a logical and calculating mind, an acute sense of propriety in student protocol, and the ability to take the ball and run with any literary responsibility that is handed to you. Granted, I certainly have all these qualities. But I know for a fact that I wasn't named Editorin-Chief for the simple reason that I can't play the violin. I know this sounds like I'm making excuses, but it's true.

You see, Doctor Lehmann has a lot more influence on faculty proceedings than a lot of people realize. It's obvious even to the untrained eye that themanyou see directing the Male Chorus is only a shadow of the sterling orator and winner of men's minds that emerges in faculty meetings.

So when discussion about the staff for Volume 80 of the B SF came be­ fore the faculty, Dr. Lehmann jumped in­ to action and within five minutes had convinced the mesmerized faculty members that the first and foremost qualification for the E & F Editor was that he be an accomplished violinist. To this day Don Sutton can't explain how his opinion was swayed so quickly. (He was going to vote for Jeff Heard.)

And that's how Carl Springer was named Editor-in-Chief of the B & f.

I didn't want to be Editor anyway.

What Doctor Lehmann could have done to make me Campus & Classroom Editor I won't speculate on. At any rate, here I am, feeling very honored to be in this posi­ tion. When the news was made public about my appointment, I received a thoughtprovoking essay from one of my fellow students.

Now don't worry, this won't degenerate into a banal "Dear Marky" column.

I simply felt that the views of this student needed to be aired, Here is the essay: 15

Campus and Classroom Editor Mark Schroeder

VOLUME 79:

CAN WE SURVIVE THE FALLOUT?

I ast month one of the most painful Chap­ in ters in the history of Northwestern Col­ lege came to a close. No, Wittenberg's nifty sound-proofing panels weren't torn from the walls; no, Maranatha wasn't closed down by the local vice squad.

Concerned students, last month saw the last issue of Volume 79 of the Black and Fed. The plague has passed; the curse has ended.

The signs of the approaching decadence had been edident from the very beginning.

In the first issue that appeared last fall, the unprincipled Editor of this once au­ gust and highly respected publication effected a bitingly satirical and merci­ less attack on the Alumni Bell Tower Pro­ ject, which had become an object of vocal student support.

There appeared on the cover of the magazine a blueprint of the proposed Bell Tower in the shape of a silly carnival game that I won't stoop to describe here.

Faculty and students alike expressed their shock and dismay.

An audible cry of despair went up from men in the field. Synodical members were alienated. And that, my fellow right­ eous iy indignants*, was only the begin­ ning. *ED. NOTE: This is a clever illustration of how aptly attributive participles used substantively can be worked into the Eng­ lish language.

The Editor chose for his column the presumptuous title of AffiDAVits, an ego­ tistical attempt to get his name into large print. He used this column as a veritable mouthpiece to spew forth upon an unsuspecting student body the venom of his disruptive, divisive, and deranged philosophy.

He introduced such inane topics as American Cult Mysticism and the Future of Science. He advocated student anarchy in his call for more sharing of authority, coupled with the veiled threat of having copies made of his library keys.

He printed "Winsome Woman" and "Tengard" without the si ightest pangs of conscience.

Yes, he even dictated a change in the Sports Column's traditional format. Was nothing sacred?

The Editor of Volume 79 of theB<5 R attempted to hide his sinister motives under a guise of sneering intellectual ism and lurking cynicism. "Nobody mistrusts a cynic," he once confided to Bob Johannes.

His deception would have been bad enough in itself, but Farley's entire editorial policy was of such a nature that it cre­ ated a breeding ground for other diseased minds.

Only Volume 79 could have pro­ duced the first reply to "Off Camp­ us Leaves: A Modest Proposal"—satire so subtly cloaked that many people actually didn't see it as a serious objection to the fine motives of that fine original article calling for more student restraint. Even Dean Lindemann was not spared the indig­

nity of being cal led "in every way North­ western's Man of the Year."

But probably Farley's most repulsive and detrimental act as Editor was to re­ cruit as his Campus & Classroom Editor a revolutionary songwriter/poet by the name of Mi key Alphonse Woldt. This young firebrand flaunted his lack of respect for authority and became best known for his "Goin' to New Ulm," a poorly plagia­ rized composition that needed the Spazz Ensemble to make it famous.

Let us hope with the new volume of the Black & Red we see a return to the re­ strained but confident optimism of the past.

Let us hope that the Black 6 Red will once again reflect the views of the ordinary student instead of serving as a showcase for the seething rhetoric of campus liberals. Let's put the B <5 R back into responsible hands. Then no longer will the seeds of discontent be sown with reckless abandon in the hearts of the impressionable and idealistic students.

No longer will the Black and Red represent all that is wrong with NWC.

How could anyone disagree with those I was so moved, in noble sentiments? fact, that I decided towritemy own feel­ ings about Mi key Woldt, erstwhile C & C Editor in the form of a little ditty:

HOW COULD YOU WIN WITH A MIDDLE NAME LIKE ALPHONSE? Good riddance to Mike, son of Alphonso Woldt.

(Some think he's got brains, but he's really a dolt.)

His nonsense in Campus & Classroom sure is Real great if your I.Q.'s 13, like his.

I can't think of many things worse than his writing.

(When he tries to write satire, it's not even biting.)

But when that harmonica cuddles his mouth, The trees lose their bark and the mallards fly south.

He sang of New Ulm and other neat places, But when the girls saw him, 'twas off to the races; They ran and they jumped and stampeded away, For fear that this idiot named Mi key might stay.

But hark, fellow students, have no more fear, Mike’s packing his bags; he's a Senior this year.

Oust pity and weep for your brothers at Sem, He's heading for Mequon to entertain them.

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[||orld traveller Sylvester Quam last week hosted NWC's International Celebrity Week.

Prof. Quam opened the festivities by welcoming his old friend Pope Paul, v/hom he met last summer while scouring the catacombs of Rome for rare pottery fragments. Pope Paul was impressed with NWC's fine facilities and especially marvelled at the new sound­ proofing panels in Wittenberg. (See photo below.)

Chortly after the Pope's visit, **Prof. Quam welcomed another ac­ quaintance from his summer travels, Palestinian leader Yassir Arafat.

(See photo at left.) Mr. Arafat and his large retinue had come not only to see Prof. Quam, but also to view the famed Forbidden Turkish Palace, which he had read about in the North­ western Lutheran. The photo at right shov/s Mr. Arafat's extreme displeasure upon finding out that the Turkish Palace is really only a gymnasium.

His anger was assuaged, however, when he was informed that the privilege of entering the building was usually served only for synodical dignitaries and grade school basketball teams.

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—An authentic replica of O.J. Naumann's first parsonage.

—Edward Lindemann's restored Seminary desk chair.

—A well preserved bathroom stall from NWC's Old West Hall (rescued from oblivion and sold for a modest sum to the WELS Historical Society by famous antique speculator S. Quam.)

—The excavations at the site of the deceased Chicken Lit­ tle U. —The inner recesses of the WELS Synod Office Building lo­ cated on scenic North Avenue.

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(especially those of Norwegian descent)

Announcing the NON-COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES at NORTHWESTERN COLLEGE of the NON-GRADUATING CLASS OF 1976 (1 MEMBER)

You are cordially invited to attend a non-graduation ceremony, held specially for non-Senior John Moldstad, on May 18, 1976, at 9:59 a.m. Immediately following the non-festivities there will be a reception in John's honor in the NWC Boiler Room— recently remodeled for the occasion. Free liquid refreshments will be served. Your hosts will be the NWC faculty and their wives. Come to pay your best wishes to John who hopes to con­ tinue his non-studies at Mequon next year.

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Classical Education" Dec. 20—John Unnasch: "Is Study Beneficial?"

"Is Study NecesJan. 15—Jeff Weber: sary?"

Jan. 30—Glenn Schwanke: "Is Study Useful?"

Feb. 22—Stu Zak: "The Joys of the Five Year Program" March 15—Jim Connell: "The Socio-Economic Advantages of Being a Prep RA" April 1—Norm Naumann: "How to be Cool and not Really Show It" April 12—Lee Punke: "How Can We Increase Student Dedication?"

May 1—Mike Spaude: "We Really Do Need a Bell Tower"

The extreme popularity of the StudentFaculty discussions held in the Wartburg basement has prompted an expansion of the program next year to include the presentation of relevant topics by qual­ ified members of the student body. Here is the schedule of proposed moderators and their assigned topics: Sept. 5—Doug Mattek: "Stalking Main Street: An Authoritative 'How To Sept. 29—Mark Voss: "The Christian as Peacemaker" Oct. 20—Roger Neumann: "Alcohol and Its Dangers" Nov. 10—Jeff Heard: "Lutheran Colleg­ ians: Not for Everyone" Dec. 5—Jim Mattek; "The Value of a l li

Mark Schroeder

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PoETRy LAND OF PROMISE

This is a land of promise, if promises still hold true, when questions breed more questions, while answers seem too few, if hope lives in the hearers, and in the speakers, too, this is a land of promise, and promises will do.

America they called it; America it is.

Strange for one single country to usurp the title of a brave New World, but that's the way she is, aggressive, rich and proud. Between the seas the best of earth, the worst of earth abounds.

The soil is rich and deep, too deep for roots to find their darkling way. The cattle groan in stalls after day's feast is through.

But dust lies thin and dry, baked hard by suns gone mad to wither what scant weeds there are, and blind the eyes of all that peer upon a desert ever blown away with time.

With time. Great cities rise acclaimed for industry and gleeming steel, but fall hard among the midnight cries of blood-stained gutters and unemployment lines.

The lines are everywhere, a seeming passion to stack a nation up and pass it singly through.

All types of suburbia, each tailored to fit you.

The people rise to work, the children rise to play; By day who is more earnest; by night who dares to say?

Their faces fair and bodies strong, each mind is quick to grasp the gain, to drop the loss before long.

But what of right and wrong, and what of souls that flow and ebb beneath bright smiles and grope throughout the noon-day gloom?

And what of heaven and hell, that is, beyond the slums and plush country estates?

What of a Christ and Shepherd of a little flock, beyond a zealous, sunshine politician, or lonely sentinel upon a bleating Utah plain?

This is a land of promise, if promises still hold true, when hearts and souls are darkened, and no light is in view, if words of faith and mercy are heard the whole land through, this is a land of promise. The promise rests on you.

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1976 Commencement Oration by James Bare

Emerson and America A1 ready as a youngster, Emerson was compos­ ing patriotic verses saluting George Washington and peace. After he had mount­ ed a sugar barrel in the Concord general store, he would recite them to customers and passers-by.

But although spurred on by this prom­ athaniel Hawthorne, a 19th century A- ising and alluring beginning in our step _merican novelist, penned these words, into the past, we find further retro­ not for a president or a famous politi­ back cian, but for the philosopher, poet, es­ spection through Emerson's writings all but impossible. Of course, Emerson re­ sayist, and lecturer Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Hailed as "the voice and symbol of the mained patriotic and loyal to America.

American spirit at its best,"1 Emerson Sure, he acknowledged the past deeds of valor, but nowhere did he write about did more than reaffirm our democracy's them. To Emerson, as he states it, "the "unalienable rights" of "life, liberty, reverence for the deeds of our ancestors and the pursuit of happiness." He exalted man, each individual man, to a position is a treacherous sentiment." So,hiswritings remain mute regarding our past. For of importance in that democracy. Today, example, in his essay "Representative as we are observing the Bicentennial of Men," Emerson discusses the ideas of Pla­ our country, we might try to use Emerson's to, Swedenborg, Montaigne, Shakespeare, writings as a conveniently placed step­ and Goethe. Clearly none of these are ping stone to our country's beginning.

American.

Only briefly does he mention One would assume this step, from the George Washington, of whom he says, "Ev­ present to the past via Emerson, possible, hero becomes a bore at last." even easy for two reasons. First, Emer­ eryWith this statement we, who in this son lived midway between our time and Bicentennial year are extolling our fore­ 1776. He watched democracy grow and flour­ ish in America and six years before his fathers, might be ready to bury Emerson's death was honored by being asked to pre­ writings along with his long-buried bones. sent an address for the Centennial cele­ But the situation demands patience. We have reached the stone and find ourselves bration in Philadelphia. Secondly, he was thwarted. We had hoped to step from the rooted to our country's early days geo­ stone to the past and have a better view graphically.

Concord, Massachusetts, of the glorious deeds of our founding where the first shots of the Revolutionary fathers.

But Emerson doesn't allow us.

War rang out, begat, nurtured, and housed Emerson nearly all his life. When the His writings are a dead-end. Perhaps he townspeople asked Emerson to write a poem has good reason for obstructing our move­ in time. for the dedication of the Minute-Man mon­ ment backwardmotive for disragarding the ument, they received his stirring "Concord pastEmerson's and its deeds rests basically in his Hymn." It begins: philosophy. Labeled as a TranscendentalBy the rude bridge that arched the flood, ist, "one who felt that individual intu­ Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled3 ition was the highest form of knowledge Here once the embattled farmers stood and that God or the Deity was immanent in And fired the shot heard round the world. nature, Emerson felt that great men onHe is the champion of the Republic; he is our future living in our pre­ sentj and showing the world, by anticipation3 what sort of excel_lence we are capable of.

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ly "share in a pre-existing idea which long outl ives them." That is why in "Rep­ resentative Men" he discusses the idea, not the man—-the idea of Plato, and noi Plato himself. So, in 1776 the idea 01 freedom transcended any man or document.

To Emerson "lifewas freedom," and "noth­ ing was more disgusting...than the flip­ pant mistaking for freedom of some paper preamble like a Declaration of Indepen­ dence or the statute right to vote, by those who have never dared to think or act."

Emerson then believed that the thoughts and actions of men were freedom in them­ selves.

And although he once asked, "What is the hardest task in the world?" and answered, "To think...," he knew that the idea of freedom was alive in his own day. Why need he look to the past to find it? "The true man," he professes, "be­ longs to no other place, but is the cen­ ter of things." Man lives only for the’ present, and when he dies, he should be forgotten.

"Away with the dead! Hail to the living!" Emerson shouted.

To instruct these living men of his own age, Emerson preached the doctrine of self-reliance. "Trust thyself!" he beck­ oned to those who heard and read him.

"Whoso would be a man must be a non-con­ formist," he wrote. "I have difficulty to detect the precise man you are...but , do your thing and I shall know you," he emphasized. Along with this cry for self­ trust and individualism, Emerson quite natural ly added a condemnation of the old.

Unfortunately, historical Christianity was his major victim. But it wasn't his only one. He assailed as well Europe's cultural domination over America. In an address to the Phi Beta Kappa Society, he asserted: We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak with our own minds.

Oliver Wendell Holmes called this address "our intellectual Declaration of Indepen­ Emerson established America's dence." central character in self-reliance. He expected that trait to exist in man.

With his confidence firmly rooted in man, Emerson was optimistic, He saw that the resourcefulness, independence, and vigor of the pioneer days lived on in many of the men of his day. And where he didn't see it, he complained, "The civil­ ized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet." As he looked out 22

oyer the country and saw "mankind in its shirtsleeves.. .unmistakably taking off its coat to hard work," he bubbled over with excitement and didn't try to veil his en­ thusiasm. "America is opportunity," he wrote in one place; in another: "It is the country of beginnings, of projects, of designs and expectations. It has no past: all has an onward and prospective

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In her second hundred years, America has certainly fulfilled Emerson's expec­ tations. Her growth and grandeur has far surpassed his predictions.

In part, we must say, as a result of Emerson's plea for self-reliance and his optimism for man and democracy. But, as Christians, we can not exalt man above God as Emer­ son did. For America's glory is not selfachieved. Our God is the only true source of greatness. We can acknowledge Emerson for the inspiration he gave our country, but let us never stop praising and pray­ ing to our Lord for the country he has given us.

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1976 Commencement Oration by Mark Zarling

His Gouernment HlUly country, right or wrong." During IVIthe observance of our country's 200th anniversary, this sentiment is very prev­ alent, expressing to most people's ears true-blue, patriotic Americanism.

But you and I can't agree. Why not? Because we are Christians, and as such, we real­ ize that the "My country, right or wrong" philosophy elevates the State above the Moral Law, above conscience, and above God. We must remember what government is, who instituted it, and what its functions are. The Christian must also remember who he is, and what his duties to his govern­ ment are.

Civil government, whether it be our democratic model of elected representa­ tives, or a form of absolute totalitari­ anism, has been instituted and ordained

by God. A well-known passage of Scrip­ ture that substantiates this is found in Romans 13: "Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God." Forms of government may vary, as men attempt to provide the most efficient means of ruling people through their own reason and logic. But the purpose of gov­ ernment does not vary, namely, to enable men to 1 ive together in outward peace and security. Government is a necessary in­ stitution, since the world is teeming with corruption and wickedness; it has been established to hold in check the outbursts of sin and violence. If all men were sin­ cere Christians, government as we know it would be superfluous.

But the secular government also has certain restrictions and limitations. It mustnotenact laws regulating the relig­ ious and spiritual aspects of our lives, for in that case, the government is over­ stepping its bounds and extending its in­ fluence into the realm of the church, where it has no authority, Here we must remember that we are citizens of two king­ doms, one a spiritual kingdom, and the other a secular kingdom. As members of God's spiritual kingdom, our primary con­ cern must be to further that kingdom, to

spread the saving Gospel to all men. To be sure, we cannot exclude or withdraw ourselves from the kingdom of this world, for although we are not of this world, we are still in it. In this day and age, the Christian's duties to his government are all the more pressing, for our coun­ try needs men with Christian morals and principles much more than it needs the fast-talking, professional politicians.

Democracy is a unique form of govern­ ment because its sovereignity is vested in the people; they have the supreme pow­ ers. Each citizen is responsible for the attitude and actions of his government, since he elected the officials who are to act for him. Every Christian citizen has a double responsibility, one as sovereign and one as subject. As sovereign, the citizen must guard against action which takes the sovereignity away from the citi­ zen and puts it into a form of dictator­ ship.

As a subject, we must conform to each law and ordinance, and obey elected officials. We are to be subject to our government for conscience sake out of love for God and his Word—not out of fear of arrest and punishment. As Peter writes inhisfirst Epistle, 2:13, "Submit your­ selves to every ordinance of man for the Lord's sake."

A Christian also has other duties and responsibilities to the democracy. The ballot box comes to mind at once, the clearest symbol of democracy. This priviledge cannot be abused; each citizen should use it honestly and regularly. If circumstances permit, a Christian citizen should be willing to serve the good of society by holding public office. Luther states, "It would indeed be good and prof­ itable if all princes were real and good Christians, for the sword and government as a special service of God belong of right to the Christians more than all other men on earth."

Another point might also be mentioned.

Christians may find their Christianity jeopardized when laws are enacted which are contrary to God's law. In that case we must follow Scripture's advice and obey 24

God rather than men. In our times this is especially the case. The trends in our country point to a general decay of morality. Look at the abortion rulings, the plague of pornography, the cessation of capital punishment, the leniency in court rulings. If the trends continue, laws may be passed which will violate our conscience. As citizens, Christians ev­ erywhere must make an active effort on the local, state, and even national level to let the voice of morality be heard: to raise a cry of protest against the mur­ der of children; to demand strict laws controlling obscenity; to seek courts which punish the convicted criminal.

As we enter our nation's third century, post-Watergate pessimism in our govern­ ment and its elected officials raises many doubts and questions concerning the effectiveness of democracy.

You and I cannot allow ourselves to become compla­ cent, pessimistic, or downhearted. We can perform our greatest service for our nation: by earnest and unceasing prayer, asking for the Lord's guidance and bles­ sing upon our governmental officials.

But we must be willing to roll up our sleeves and work for our country as well.

How? First of all, the greatest contribution we can make for our country's future is to share with her what God has preserved to us: his saving Gospel. For the Gos­ pel produces a Christian, and a Christian is the best citizen of a nation. Here the 1976 graduating class of NWC can play a special role. Almost all of us wish to continue our studies for the ministry, and in our future we can aid our country best by proclaiming the Gospel. Our goal will be to save sinners for the Lord's kingdom. But our country will receive a beneficial side effect, namely, excel lent, law-abiding citizens.

What can the common Christian citizen do? Article XVI of the Augsburg Confes­ sion states: "Of civil affairs they teach that lawful civil ordinances are good works of God, and that it is right for Christians to bear civil office, to sit as judges, to judge matters by the Im­ perial and other existing laws, to award just punishments, to engage in just wars, to serve as soldiers." As the Article states, the Christian is to assume an active part in our government, Take a look at your local community and find out what is going on. If matters aren't be­ ing conducted in accord with honest and

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decent principles, let yourself be heard.

Be willing to serve on local boards and to perform various civic duties. We Christians must let our light shine and

we must be the salt of the earth. By our cheerful and eager fulfillment of all our civic duties, our lives can be shining lights to our fellow countrymen.

Mark Zarling

Reviews contemporary music rince Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel disJbanded, each in anticipation of pros­ perous careers as soloists, both have met with only moderate success in their re­ spective productions. Aside froma couple of AM hits, neither has recaptured the public spotlight which their music pro­ vided themin themiddleand late sixties.

Paul Simon, however, seems to have ta­ ken a step in the right direction with the release of his latest album, Still Crazy After All These Years.

Although the al­

bum itself could not be considered a land­ mark in the field of contemporary music, to date it is one of the best efforts of the talented songwriter/composer. Simon provides an interesting combination of melancholy, nostalgia, despondence, and at times muddled optimism in his lyrics.

His is the poetry of a man who has viewed life in retrospect and discovered that he has accomplished little. At times his words are bitter, lashing out against the unfairness of an unmerciful society; at other times he betrays an apathy toward situations which appear unchangeable; and still at other times maintains a philo­ sophy that attempts to make the best of whatever the mundane conditions of exist­ ence have to offer.

All the same, Simon does not have to depend upon the strength of his lyricism to sell records. As was previously men­ tioned, Simon is also a talented compo­ ser. This fact, along with good orches­ tration and some big name performers back-

inghimup, makes the album musically so­ lid throughout.

Especially interesting is the conversation between Simon and Phoebe Snow in the song "Gone At Last."

Ms. Snow, who has for the last two years been proclaimed heiress to the throne of Soul Music, adds a dimension rarely em­ ployed by Simon, resulting in the catch­ iest tune on the record. Other strong offers are Simon reunited with Garfunkel in "fly Little Town" and Simon alone in "Have a Good Time," "Still Crazy After All These Years," and "I Do It for Your Love."

Ironically, the song which has received the most radio time, "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover," seems to be Simon's weakest number both in lyrical and muscial quality.

In conclusion, Paul Simon has produced his best album. With Still Crazy After All These Years, Simon may once again be on the road to the public recognition which he deserves.

Joel Leyrer ED. NOTE: Popularity, the mysterious quality that has confounded politicians and artists3 has slipped through the hands of Paul Simon (perhaps he was too impatient to grasp it or too eager to hold it).

Now he fumbles for the past magic of "Goodbye Mrs. Robinson" and "It's All Hap­ pening at the Zoo" without realizing that the songs of one decade rarely enchant the next.

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AIumni

We mourn the passing of this brilliant teacher and fertile exponent of the Gos­ pel .

Dr. Franzmann was born at Lake City, Minn., in 1907 and came to the Northwest­ ern campus in his quinta year. He early evidenced his linguistic gifts as well as a talent for poetry. Active in dramatics, Dr. Franzmann helped in the presentation of the school's first three-act play, She

-r-he sun has set on another illustrious / and illuminating volume of the Black and Red, and, no doubt, it is not only ironic but appropriate that I am some­ what in the dark and bewildered about my being chosen as the new Alumni Editor.

Racking my brain over my qualifications for this position, the only assets I could come up with were the following: 1) my clear, concise style of writing which avoids the errant manipulation of the more inscrutable Engl ish appellatives, awkward sentence structure, the misuse, of, punctuation, and, above all, longwindedness. If there is anything I can't stand it's a fellow who just rambles on and on with no end in sight...; 2) my ac­ quaintance with the literary devices used by the Latin orators: namely, circum­ locution, the non-sequitur, I'll be done in a minute, Jeff; 3) my overall inept command of the English language. Despite these rather dubious literary assets, it is my hope that the Alumni Column will continue to be as informative and inter­ esting as it has been in the past.

I would also like to thank Dave Carlovsky, the former Alumni Editor, for his help in getting me started. A word of commendation is in order for Dave. He did a fine job this past year.

Finally, I would like to encourage any­ one who might have news pertaining to this column to send it to:

Stoops to Conquer.

Dr.

Franzmann also

help the position of Editor-in-Chief of the Black and Red in his senior year.

After his graduation in 1928, Dr. Franzmann received the call to Northwest­ ern to teach English and other subjects.

His abilities in Greek became more and more apparent, and it was during his twoyear stay that Dr. Franzmann received the prestigious Daniel L. Shorey Travelling Scholarship for Greek. Aided by this scholarship, he attended the University of Chicago. He graduated in 1936 from Wisconsin Lutheran Seminary and once again received the call to teach at Northwestern in the field of classical Greek. During his ten years at Northwestern, Dr. Franzmann proved to be a brilliant and memor­ able professor. Without losing any of the rapport between himself and the student, he communicated the essentials of his sub­ ject in a brisk style.

In 1946, the Lord called Dr. Franzmann to Concordia Seminary in St. Louis, Mo. There he assumed the Professorship of New Testament Exegesis, and, owing to his re­ cognized abilities, was later called to head the Department of Exegetical Theolo­ gy. After a stay of more than twenty years at Concordia, Dr. Franzmann retired at the age of 62, but, in 1969, accepted the.preceptorship at Westfield House of the University of Cambridge. After his retirement in 1972, Dr. Franzmann took

Glenn Schwank^, Esq. The Black and Red Room 313 Wittenberg Hall Northwestern College Watertowi.. V;.. 53094 DEATHS On March 26, Dr. Martin Franzmann died at the age of 69 in Cambridge, England.

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up residence in Wells, England where he was writing and translating extensively.

In addition to Dr. Franzmann's reputa­ tion as teacher, poet, and scholar, he was well-known as a hymn writer and trans­ Dr. Franzmann authored several lator. works, including the Concordia Bible, Fol­ low Me, Ha! Ha! Among the Trumpets, and commentaries on several books of the Bi­ ble.

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ANNIVERSARIES —Rev. John W. Mattek ('47), currently serving at Trinity, Kaukauna, Wis., cele­ brated the 25th anniversary of his or­ dination on April 25.

—St. Peter's, Fort Collins, Colo., cele­ brated its 10th anniversary. The congre­ gation is served by Rev. Lawrence Retberg ('67).

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DEDICATION —St. Matthew's, Pound, Wis., dedicated a new church building on April 25. The Rev. William Besler ('64) serves the con­ gregation.

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—Rev. Phillip Schwerin ('68), current­ ly serving Good Shepherd, Cheyenne, Wyo., married Miss Pat Schaller on April 22.

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—Rev. and Mrs. Andrew Backus ('70), St. John's, Baytown, Minn., and St. Matthew's, T. Grant, Minn., were blessed with twin sons, born on April 14.

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—Michael John was born to Pastor and Mrs. Richard Schl iewe ('68) on March 10th.

Pastor Schliewe is serving Immanuel, Hadar, Neb. — Kristie Dawn, daughter of Rev. and Mrs. Lyle Lange ('65), was born on April 17th.

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Rev. Lange is currently serving Ascension, Escondido, Calif.

—Sarah Lynn was born to Pastor and Mrs. Wayne Rouse ('70) on April 11th, at Watertown, S.D. —A new arrival (boy or girl?) came to Pastor and Mrs. Roy Rose this spring.

Pastor Rose serves our congregation in Bagor, Mich.

RESIGNATIONS —Rev. Emil Kasischke ('28) is retiring from the active ministry on June 30, 1976.

Pastor Kasischke is currently serving our Lord at Trinity, Bay City, Mich.

—Rev. Reinhard Bittdorf ('26) will re-

tire from the active ministry this spring.

Rev. Bittdorf is of Monroe, Wis. WHERE ARE THE SEM NOTES??* *AL.ED.N0TE: To the best of my knowledge certain rumors floating around about the Sem are completely unfounded. An earth­ quake has not} repeat, has not struck the Mequon area, causing Mequon and the Sem to break off from the rest of Wisconsin and float away into the misty recesses of Lake Michigan. Nor is another manor true that Jim Behringer broke both of his hands and hence was not able to communicate to me (one way or another) this issue’s Sem notes.

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ilattfnatf Claubtutf ! t only takes about a month for academic life

to make the annual transition from Opening Day optimism to ho-hum acquiescence and then on to grinding tedium. Worse yet, it is fall now, and the student’s febrile imagination is preoc­ cupied with bleak skies and dwindling daylight.

Some others in happier circumstances may find that this season awakens nostalgia, and as they gaze out their windows, they visualize Indian braves dancing in the hazy fields or mischievous sprites vanishing into the frost. But when the Northwestern collegiate of solid German ancestry parts the curtains at dawn, he invariably seesden Tod und das Maedchen.

That, at any rate, is the dubious rationale be­ hind the decision to feature some unconvention­ al artwork and verses on the cover of the B & RBut why not? This is as good a time as any to take a look at one of the fascinating byways of German literature: the art of Matthias Claudius.

Claudius (1740-1812) is a minor figure, for the most part overshadowed by Goethe and other contemporaries, but he holds a special place of esteem for his contributions to lyric poetry.

In a period when German authors were beginning to strive for bold effects, intellectual emphases, and dazzling verbal virtuosity, Claudius took a step apart and, it would seem, backward. He was not unaffected by the new ideas and tendencies, but in his best efforts the modem directions are almost completely forsaken in favor of a winning simplicity and directness.

Besides a number of lyric masterpieces, Claud­ ius produced a great variety of short pieces in verse and prose, most of which were written for publication in the Wandsbecker Bote. This newspaper was unique among the periodicals of that time for its prevailingly jovial tone and its appeal to all classes. As editor, Claudius was ob­ liged to fill much of its space himself, and so he wrote book reviews, critical essays, satire, folksy entertainment, humorous bits of dialogue, epi­ grams, versified jokes and fables, and sensitive songs. Of course, he was more successful in some

areas than in others, but the obvious diversity of interests and broad range of talents reveal Claud­ ius as a more complex man than the ingenuous folk-poet we usually meet in the anthologies.

Take, for example, the curious two-sidedness of his intellectual life. On the one hand, he was

well equipped for scholarship. His training in­ cluded serious study in theology, law, and music, even though he chose a career in poetry and jour­ nalism. During the course of his education, he acquired competence in nine foreign languages.

After leaving the university, he continued to keep abreast of cultural developments in Europe and occasionally wrote scholarly articles on them.

The other side of his character shows up in his sincere preference for an almost peasant simpli­ city of manners and expression. In most of his reviews, for instance, he does not exercise his considerable critical faculties but rather offers common-sense judgments. His natural prose style was unpretentious, and when he did affect a different manner, he chose to sound like a garru­ lous farmer rather than a sophisticate or pedant.

Claudius, although better educated than most of his readers, did not wish to seem so.

Another striking instance of a paradox in his feelings can be seen in his view of death. During (continued on inside back cover)

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perhaps it is in the character of a melting■ pot nation like our own to blur ideological lines and blunt the force of national traditions involved in herself. I should say digested, be­ cause America reminds me of a cavernous stomach that indiscriminately churns people, nations and cultures into a mixture resembling overcooked stew. Not only the character of the peoples that comprise her, but curiously enough the melting-pot’s own identity development is inhibited to the extent that it misunderstands and misrepresents the traditions of the nations that people her.

At any rate I believe that our country in general and our generation in particular have rejected more emphatically than most the idea and word “tradition.” Maybe not consequently but at least coincidentally ours has been re­ ferred to as “the lost generation.” F. Scott Fitz­ gerald claimed that dubious honor, to be sure, for the twenties and others since have dubbed their own age with similar appellations, but unfortunately, unlike other lost generations, who seem to have recovered their social balance in time to berate the succeeding generation with the same charge, ours has failed most signally to unearth the opportunities for in­ dividuality and self-expression that young leaders assured us lay buried in ourselves, adopt­ ing rather a sort of silly conformity to non­ conformity that attacks lifestyles, moral codes and clothing that could remind one of the “traditional.”

In the first place the word “tradition” is largely misunderstood. If it were just the blind adherence to the ideas and ideals of past generations, the acceptance of one’s father’s

faith because it was his faith, then absolutely, discourage, ignore, attack that understanding.

The fact is that tradition, especially as the artist must regard it is not inherited, but it is acquired only with extreme exertion. “Was du ererbt von deinen Vaetern hast, erwirb es urn es zu besitzen.” It involves the historian as well, or at least implies an acute historical sensitivity The artist is always aware of his position in history and whether he stands shoulder to shoul­ der with Homer and Michelangelo or not—very likely he does not—his creative efforts, his critical performance must be judged in the light of artists that preceded him, the forces that gave shape and context to the medium he employs and the message whose impact smites him as devastatingly as his audience. T. S. Eliot re­ marked, “The most individual parts of a poet’s work may be those in which the dead poets, his ancestors, assert their immortality most vigor38

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Our generation has proclaimed for the indi­ vidual, but it seems to me that individuality is earned, strangely enough, only by a conscious conformity to tradition’s demands, to the standards and disciplines of the artist's histori­ cal background and context.

That is not to say that the artist must slavishly bow to the masters of the past; we have all seen and deplored the kind of imitation that rarely matches the spontaneous immediacy of the original. Rather, tradition serves the artist as a reference point for self-criticism and growth. No artist stands alone. Few stand with­ out the context of a peculiar nation, language and culture.

What we would call plagiarism bothered the ancients and even semi-ancients not at all.

Terence and Plautus unblushingly presented their translations of Greek comedies to the Roman populace. Strange to say, it is their plays that survived and not the originals. Bach transcribed a Vivaldi violin concerto for organ without misgivings. Few of Shakespeare’s plots seem to be original. The slightest alteration or shift in emphasis were enough to reveal new uni­ verses of possibilities for design and composi­ tion.

Within the context of the late Baroque per­ iod, the lush ornaments, the heavy styles of an age that accented the grand and sometimes the pompous, the era of George the Second, Bach not only worked with the forms of his tradi­ tion but in the end, overcame their natural limitations and, I might say, actually climaxed the age that produced him, helping to shape, like Rembrandt and Shakespeare, his own environment.

When I mentioned conformity to tradition, I did not mean that tradition is inflexible. Oc­ casionally the present may judge the past, and most certainly tradition does not demand only conformity but a brand new and brilliant kind ° crea*ivity. So the artist comprehends the past not as a hardly manageable whole, or as specific individuals and periods of time, but as a bloodstream that courses through all men and all time, and importantly enough for the individual, hrough himself. Every drop is his own and yet a possession of his past as well.

Tradition is frequently confused with traditionalism, the mere observance of forms for forms’ sake, the unthinking veneration for men of the past, for the past’s sake, “the order,” as William Carlos Williams puts it, “that cuts off the crab’s feelers to make it fit in the box.”

From Cain and Abel each new generation has had to fight not only to possess the faith and understanding of their fathers—possession by no means implying a static condition-but also to express and re-express themselves in terms of their own tradition. Only then does their mes­ sage hold conviction and pack a real punch in a real pinch.

I introduced my remarks by commenting on the digestive system of America, or if I may alter the analogy, the effective graying of cultural colors as in a heavy-duty washing machine. For instance: Lutherans possessed unique traditions when they landed in America, many of which they abandoned promptly, especially the Scandinavians, who adapted them­ selves to things American far more readily than did the Germans. The language changed inevit­ ably, but this change was met with far more resistance on the part of the common people than a deemphasis of the objective, fighting chorales of the Reformation in favor of the more subjective and far less dynamic hymns of the Reformed hymn-writers, occasioned.

Our generation, our age needs and in some cases demands a far more thorough-going study of its traditions, how far we have regressed, progressed or digressed from the past and especially our past. I believe that this study can only be accompanied with unflagging objectivi­ ty, in the best sense, critical, even hard look, at the facts and at ourselves, because that is the origin and the end of the Socratic dictum.

What we produce must of necessity be vital and fresh, but unmistakably endued with the tradi­ tion that surrounds and summons it forth, “thinking continually of those who were truly great,” as Stephen Spender put it, “who from the womb remembered the soul’s history through corridors of light where the hours are suns, endless and singing. What is precious is never to forget the delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs.”

CARL SPRINGER

NosTAlqiA THE NWU MILITARY COMPANY :

An on-the-spot account in a later issue of the same volume describes one such battle in Lake Mills and another in Helenville. Incidentally, the faculty seems to have opposed the Lake Mills excursion, but in an unusual display of flexibility, relented when told there was a crowd of 3,000 expecting the company at Lake Mills.

The NWUMC must have looked quite stately on its marches, ever accompanied by the NWU Brass Band, which “reached the height of its glory” about this time. It’s reported that when the company and band converged on a town, everyone turned out for drill exercises and a pro­ gram of favorite music selections. That was a Northwestern we shan’t see again.

It’s sad in a way to realize that the days ol the military company and the brass band are over, the days of unashamed patriotism and simple entertainment which our progressive world has rendered nearly obsolete. Perhaps it's good, every now and then, to reflect a little on a forgotten age.

k s summer winds down and life once more /\blooms in the tiny Northwestern community, we turn back the pages of the Black and Red to another late summer eighty years ago. It was 1896, after a ten week recess, and students who were arriving at Northwestern University were greeted by the familiar sounds of college life.

One could hear bright conversations on the walks, footballers having at it on the gridiron, the brass band practicing on the green, and the ordered marching of feet directed by the captain of the NWU Military Company.

At that time the NWU Military Company was a large and popular campus organization. A modest appraisal of the company in the very first issue of the Black and Red in 1897 report­ ed: “It has always been in flourishing condition and is considered to be one of the main resour­ ces of the institution for bodily exercise.”

An ambitious student started the group in 1892 with fully sixty members, a cache of ninety Springfield rifles, two swords, and for “the ladies attending NWU, a fine U.S. silk flag.” The company maintained a full comple­ ment of officers, ranking from captain on down, wore only the finest official United States Fatigue Uniforms (complete with contrasting leggings), and strove to maintain a company of “manly students” who drilled proudly for Northwestern and America.

Drilling, considered to be most beneficial both for body and soul, was usually carried on. as in 1897, “five times a week during the winter months and three times during the summer.

The B & R also tells us, “Marches to neighboring towns and parades on suitable occasions help to break the routine of military drill and are an im­ portant feature on the student’s list of diver­ sions.”

The highlight of a “march to a neighboring town” was a sham-battle, complete with eight rounds of ammunition per man and bayonets.

Q ince we arc so close to Homecoming, I thought ^ that nothing would be more appropriate in the Nostalgia column than a Homecoming poem from the back files of the Black and Red After search­ ing long and hard I settled on one of my personal favorites, an “Ode to Home-coming” which ap­ peared in the Campus and Classroom column of NWC’s own Cyril Spaude in 1950. I feel it com­ bines the deep emotional involvement of an active supporter of the Northwestern “eleven” out on the gridiron, with a dispassionate reflection (in

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the true classic style) on the proper way to cele­ brate a festival as solemnly traditional and poig­ nant as a Northwestern College Homecoming.

The gang’s behind you, Cheering all the way.

So let’s get together And make it a real HOME-COMING DAY.

Ode to Home-coming To that, all I can add is, Thanks, Professor Spaude! Thanks for an energetic and inspiring message for us all, as we, too, celebrate another NWC Homecoming.

Hold that line! Hold that line!

Come on Team, you’re doing fine.

Smack ’em, block ’em, push ’em away; You’re on the road to victory!

TERRY LAABS

DEAD CHILD The children are all dead and gone into the dusty upstair tombs that sparkle only in the mind, where faded paint and photographs can’t hide the cracking plaster.

No peals of laughter drown the sound of creaking rafters, tree-touched panes.

The children are all dead and gone.

The smell of must can tell you so, the mothballs in the closet locked so long now that the key is lost and all love’s letters there inside crumble like hearts that once were prized.

The spider spins her web. No flies.

The children are all dead and gone.

So many beds lie cold at night that sweated once in summer dreams, with sheets pulled over midnight screams.

Then all the myths upon them spread of love begetting, man and wife, young mysteries were too soon shed.

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Adults remain to carry on, to rule tin worlds with pretty lies, the obtuse glance and stifled cries.

Forget about the children now, sweet parents of yourselves. Dead child, survivors, murderers all.

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Campus & CIassroom ^^ver the years Northwestern College has come to v^be recognized throughout educational circles as one of the most fertile spawning grounds for great minds. Hundreds of NWC graduates have gone on to attain fame in the parish ministry, and yet the scope of NWC’s contribution to the world of scholarship is by no means limited to the field of religion. There have been many graduates of NWC who chose secular careers; a few of these men have gained immortal recognition by their work in various professions. This, then, is the first in a series of brief tributes to NWC’s IL­ LUSTRIOUS ALUMNI. ADOLPH WOLLENSCHNECK (1867-1908), Class of ‘89: Physicist, Mathematical Theoreti­ cian, Bicycle Repairman. Adolph Wollenschneck was a German Lutheran who came to America after suffering many persecutions and hardships because of his religion, mostly from his parents.

(Both mother and father were also German Lutherans, but they could never accept the fact that their son might imitate them.) He enrolled

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tory life and made few friends. (He later confided that his introversion stemmed from certain snide remarks by classmates about his deformed ear­ lobes.) Despite these and other hardships, young Wollenschneck was determined to complete his education at NWU and graduated in 1889 with honors (4th in a class of 5). Always an individual­ ist, Wollenschneck decided church work was not for him and turned his attention to the study of physical science. (Reasons for his interest in this field remain uncertain, but Mundholz feels that his passion for baked goods may have had some­ thing to do with it.)

After taking an Evelyn Wood Reading Dynam­ ics course in the summer of 1889, he enrolled at the University of Chicago, where he astounded students and professors alike with his uncanny ability to balance a pencil on his nose while hum­ ming Du, Du Liegst Mir im Herzen. Shortly thereafter, he gained added notoriety on the Chicago campus by challenging the validity of Newton’s Laws of Motion, arguing that Martin Luther had nowhere mentioned inertia, therefore rendering its existence extremely doubtful.

Wollenschneck earned his doctorate in 1895 and returned to his native Germany, where he con­ ducted numerous experiments with falling bodies (including his own). His highly practical experi­ ments in Munich proved that Apfelstrudel dropped from a third story window will splatter more if less flour is used in preparation. In his autobiography, which he revised in 1906 to in­ clude himself, he claimed that this discovery was probably the greatest thing to happen in Germany since they decided to hold the Reformation there. He died at the age of 41 in Berlin, still searching for a practical way to calculate the air speed of a falling Bundt cake.

at NWU to study anatomy and tap dancing, but he soon found the curriculum to be rather limit­ ed. He never fully adjusted to the rigors of dormi-

ANTONIO BENEDICI (1900-1942) Class of‘21: Mafia godfathei, Syndicate Leader, Plumbing Supply Distributor. Antonio Benedici is one of 42

tradition of rich musical heritage. His father, Alphonse, is known to have been an accomplish­ ed amateur cellist, although he couldn’t read music and played only one note. Arnold’s mother pioneered the art of playing the recorder with her nose and had mastered all nine symphonies of Beethoven. Already in his first year at North­ western, Lippstein produced his first symphony, entitled, oddly enough, First Symphony, and his first attempt at opera, Dristan und Isolde, drew rave reviews from the Watertown Tumverein und Kennel Klub. After his graduation in 1917 he travelled to Oxford, where he showed his versa­ tility by composing his Third, Fourth, and Fifth symphonies while simultaneously translat­ ing the entire works of Dickens into English.

He received his doctorate in 1921 and returned to the U.S. to promote his fictional work Rondo, Scherzo, Rondo: Who Cares? Lippstein added to his fame when several eastern universities intro­ duced courses on his revolutionary “23 note octave” concept. Then in 1940 Lippstein’s world collapsed when allegations were made that his 6th Symphony was nothing more than Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik written backwards.

Lippstein, of course denied these charges, saying it wasn’t his fault that “Mozart was all screwed up.” Lippstein returned to England a broken man, and three months later was found by his housekeeper with a clarinet lodged sideways in his esophogas. (Some historians believe that his death was a suicide, but Lippstein himself left a note denying this.)

the few NWC graduates of Sicilian descent. He was branded a radical from the start, probably because he attempted to publish an underground version of the Gemeindc-blatt (complete with em­ barrassing historical minutes about synodical Founding Fathers). He caused one problem after another and was finally suspended from North­ western when he taught the student body a questionable Italian football cheer. (In those days, of course, football was in its hey-day at NWC and, as stated in the 1921 Handbook, was obviously “intended only for those students of Teutonic descent.”) A year later Benedici return­ ed to school and was graduated two years early after he had made several threats to the school administration. (These threats, a close study of the Faculty records will show, centered around a 7 • ’

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Antonio Benedici (center) with lieutenants in rare photo small herd of goats which the Dean of Men had secreted in the dormitory basement.) With diplo­ ma in hand Benedici set out for New Jersey, where he organized the disparate ethnic groups into one of the East’s largest and most powerful Mafia families. He became best known for his demand to be served cold cuts and beer wherever he visited and for ordering his host’s instant death if this was neglected. (Death, incidentally, was one of the worst things that could happen to a Cosa Nostra member; many preferred simply to pay a fine.) Benedici died accidentally and was found several weeks later in a barrel in the East River.

a pocket guide to nwc SLANG r lang terms at Northwestern have always fascin­ ated even the most casual linguistic observer.

Here for the first time in the Black and Red is an attempt to explain and trace the origins of certain idioms peculiar to Northwestern speech.

Because there have been few scholarly studies of these terms in the past, I was forced to rely mainly on my own personal research in order to uncover the facts. (Lenski has made several

ARNOLD ORIFACE LIPPSTEIN (1897-1940) Class of ‘17: Director, Composer, Decomposer.

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cautious forays into such areas, but he is often fuzzy when it comes to essential details.) Un­ fortunately, space will permit me to cover only the most puzzling NWC slang terms.

The first of these expressions is the verb “to grease.” Of course, most Alumni will tell you in the same breath as their football stories that it was their class who coined this synonym for “to study diligently and/or fruitlessly.” (For example, the class of 476 still maintains that Loggy was the first to use the expression with any degree of in­ tellectual comprehension.) In reality, this term can be traced to a group of monks in 10th Cen­ tury France who vanished when they failed to meet the mortgage payments on their cloister.

It was the custom of these monks, when engaged in any scholarly activity, to cover the floor around them with sour goat’s milk, thus effective­ ly discouraging any disturbance. They referred to this as "passez moi T milque de geaux." William the Conqueror, an avid reader of Tacitus’ younger brother Lester, adopted the custom for his read­ ing and carried it with him to England. There, Heichelheim will attest, the practice underwent certain subtle changes. For instance, unrendered pork fat was substituted for the sour goat’s milk (possibly explained by a shortage of goats in England from 1150-1196), hence the expression “to spredde ye olde Pigge,” as recorded in Chaucer. The inevitable metonomy followed as “spreddinge ye olde Pigge” became “spreddinge ye olde Greese” and later simply “to grease.”

The actual spreading of unrendered pork fat by men of letters was outlawed in England in the early 1600's with the invention of the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign, but the expression lives on among true scholars today.

The next expression is somewhat more difficult and its evaluation may confuse you (especially if you had trouble with Greek 35/36.). The phrase we are dealing with is to “go to Boozie’s.” Schol­ ars are truly divided in their opinions regarding the origins of this strange expression. Blass, for instance, tells us how Xenophon mentioned that his soldiers would y£ tou Bouoqs every Tuesday and Friday night after the long day’s march. However, a closer study indicates that Xenophon never explains exactly what this activity entailed. DeBrunner, who usually agrees with Blass in to to, points out that Josephus men­ tions the expression yveco tw 0ouaas in connection with certain Semitic dances and later in referring to the Maccabean-instituted punishment for olive poaching. Gesenius, I feel, comes up

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with a more plausible theory when he sug­ gests that the Hebrew phrase d’dtd -ixp vx (meaning “to blow one’s nose while seated in a damp cave’’) was transcribed phonetically into Greek and later into English, where it gradually acquired its present meaning, although the tran­ sitional process remains somewhat unclear. Its basic meaning today, of course, is “to live riotous­ ly” or “to carouse,” and its power of suggestion has remained strong. A mere mention of the words “go to Boozie’s” will often send students scurrying from the dorm in droves to a downtown Watertown establishment on Second Street.

The practice of “smearing” (often mispro­ nounced with an “s” sound by Freshmen ignorant of the intricacies of German pronunciation) is an activity deplored by professors and students alike, but frequently practiced by both. The dif­ ferences between faculty and student smearing are, to be sure, quite subtle. As a rule, a profes­ sor who borrows another scholar’s material will freely admit to his class the author and source of his information; the student, on the other hand, generally attempts to cover his tracks.* “Smear­ ing,” of course, also refers to that interesting facet of the thinking man’s game of Sheepshcad in which a player loads points on a partner’s trick (or even on an opponent’s trick if you’re in a tournament game with Leroy Punke) with an emphatic blow on the table. No further explana­ tion is called for here.

I would discuss the term “jimmy” in this month’s column, but suffice it to say that its derivation has no connection whatsoever with the Authorized Version, although some scholars with Calvinistic leanings have tried to prove this.

*Of course there are exceptions to this rule. I re­ member the time Randy Leifer handed in a term paper listing Ajax Term Paper Sales, Inc., as one of his sources.

A PARTING SHOTS A. O. Lehmann is quite a musician; That’s how he attained his position.

All students agree Quite unanimously He alone’s worth the price of tuition.

MARK SCHROEDER

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Reviews Art: No Time Toulouse Ijanging in the Impressionism section of the Mil■ ■waukee Art Museum are several works by the artist Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-LautrecMon fa, more commonly known as Toulouse-Lau­ trec. His distinctive style, along with a bold, colorful and somewhat distorted figuration, im­ mediately demands and holds the attention of the browsing viewer. Lautrec’s work and life (the two appear to go hand in hand) are worthy of note, and it is the intent of this column to furnish more information about the man behind it all.

Toulouse-Lautrec sprang from a vigorous, aristocratic family that could trace its ancestry in an unbroken line to the days of Charlemagne and claimed to be closely related to the medieval kings of France. Fiercely proud, Lautrecs father expected his wife to bear him sons. Instead, she presented him with Henri, who turned out to be quite an ugly little fellow. Although he was not a dwarf from birth, it was due to improperly healed fractures that stunted the growth of his legs that Lautrec as an adult stood only four feet eight inches tall. Nevertheless, he avoided selfpity and moved around by means of either a cane or wheelchair, always ready to observe and criti­ cize the world around him.

Had it not been for his handicap, Lautrec would probably have pursued the romantic inter­ ests of the well-bred. However, at the age of 17 Lautrec was convinced that his future lay in art and enrolled in art classes in Paris although his father did not approve. At 22 he ventured out on his own, since he felt that he had absorbed every­ thing the academy could teach him. He discover­ ed the bawdy night life of Paris and developed a special attraction for the dance hall called the Moulin Rouge (also the title of one of his recog­ nized masterpieces), where he would spend hours sketching the dancers and customers, sometimes with only a burnt matehstick, trying to capture their motions and expressions in as few lines as

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In 1898 Toulouse-Latrec produced 22 litho­ book entitled “Histoires graphs for Naturelles," a modern bestiary written by his friend Jules Renard. Renard enthusiasti­ cally exclaimed that Lautrec’s pig “already makes one think of sausages!"

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possible. This was the life for Lautrec-he had lit­ tle desire to paint landscapes or nature as the Im­ pressionists did, for, as he said, “nature betrayed me." Yes, the innocence of nature was far re­ moved from Lautrec. His figures are depicted with an accuracy that is almost cruel. He sought out and depicted people stripped of their protec­ tive masks by drugs or drink, ill-living or sensual pleasure. In fact, a good many of Lautrec’s works were actually drawn in the bordellos he fre­ quented.

On the other hand, Lautrec was quite capable of producing more positive art, as his fine collec­ tion of equestrian and circus canvasses would point out. But the medium that Lautrec excelled in was the poster. With an extraordinary control of line and bold, fiat areas of color, he made the poster as important a form of graphic art as any

other. He also gained public recognition. Par­ isians saw his work and were captivated. Many peeled the posters from walls and carried them off for their own collections. Unlike that of many artists, Lautrec’s art was accepted in his own time.

In 1901, when he was 36, time ran out for Lau­ trec. Partially paralyzed, almost deaf and suffer­ ing from a dozen ailments, he had paid the price for reckless living and went home to die. His death was heralded as a victory for “pure” art by those critics who objected to the seamy side of his work and as a loss by those who recog­ nized his talent for brilliant character study.

Whatever the case may be, as time passes on Lau­ trec has been labeled neither a moralist or a muckraker, but as an individual who simply painted what he saw.

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^\n March 30, 1867, the United States made an ^✓intelligent purchase. For only S7,200,000 Russia gave us 586,000 square miles of wild and wooly real estate called Alaska. That land was destined to become the 49th state of America’s union in 1958. And with its approval for state­ hood it shattered most every geographical record conceivable.

Alaska took all honors in size, hands down.

The Texans, who had formerly boasted of their broad expanse of land, now gulped in awe at an acreage that more than doubled their own. Alas­ ka, all included, covers an area equal to one fifth of the rest of the United States. Placed over the lower 48, it would stretch from north to south across the rest of the Union from Mexico to Can­ ada, and across the contiguous states from Florida to California. Alaska is the northernmost state.

It is the westernmost state. And .. .believe it or not, it is also the easternmost state since part of the Aleutian chain stretches past the 180 degree meridian. It has the most islands and the largest coastline (this incidentally gives Alaska another 560.000 square miles of land). 1 guess one doesn’t even have to include the multitude of rivers, mountains, glaciers, etc., to make the point clear.

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Yet it is those innumerable rivers, lakes, glac­ iers, and especially the mountains which are really the essence of Alaska's vastness. With each turn of a glance there appears another new and different snow-capped peak. Those rugged bergs, whose bellies form the ominous horizon, loom everywhere. They stare at you. They dely you.

Indeed, they challenge tiny man to prove his in­ significance. On cloudy days their faces are veiled, as if they wish to remain incognito. And when the sun’s rays dispel the haze, they stand back and cross their arms in silent affirmation ol their reality. Just the sight of them is inspiring!

Many a man has left untold the feelings that welled within him as he viewed for the first time these inanimate rulers. Their magnificence is a direct reflection of God's magnificence, tor it is He who created them. One might well entertain the idea that the Almighty Maker reserved this part of the world to testify of His glory For he stated that even the stones would burst tort It with His praise if He should so please Though the mountains be silent, their very presence attests to the Lord's omnipotence and wisdom. His was a creation of beauty and splendor.

Most regal and splendid of all stands mighty Mount McKinley, the highest peak in the North-

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em Hemisphere. She can be seen for miles, even from Anchorage, which is over 200 miles away.

The closer one approaches, the more intense that “snow cone” appears. In fact, even from a distance of thirty miles, a considerable craning of the neck is necessary to see the top. Her summit is so far up that more often than not it is conceal­ ed in the clouds. Happy is the tourist who happens to see the whole mountain. Years ago the natives here had named her “Denali” meaning “the great one.”

Interestingly, some modern men are not con­ tent to look from afar; they consider her 20,300 feet impressive enough to warrant closer inspcc-

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from the heaving and buckling within, is a phen­ omenal sight. It seems as though the tremendous white monster is in its death throes, suffering unbearable pain.

Almost every part of Alaska offers some such extraordinary sight. That’s why this state pre­ sents so much to the tourist and traveler, to those who are willing to go a long way for a lot.

Things are really different way up in Alaska.

The rugged and wild terrain is far enough north to feature some arctic characteristics, such as perma­ frost and tundra.

Permafrost is frozen giound that lies a few feet under the surface of arctic regions. Because of this, no real solid flora can establish itself. The forests seldom have large pines or oaks, only scrawny and mangled spruce trees, spread about in the disarray of the years passed by. Here it is the lack of symmetry and the undisturbed appear­ ance that substantiates a natural beauty. The floor beneath is spongy, soft, cool, pleasant to walk on. The line where the meadows of tall grass begin seems to designate the beginning of the swamps. For wherever the sun has a chance, the permafrost melts enough to leave standing water. And never during summer do these marshes disappear, since the ice below functions

as an immense container. Tundra, which covers the northern third of the state, is the result of a higher level of permafrost. In this area there are few if any trees. Most of the undulating territory is covered with small bushes and wild flowers.

The variation in topography, as one travels south to north, makes this scenery seem fresh and inviting.

In order to sketch Alaska’s geography with more clarity, the state has been divided into six general areas. The boundless expanse of land is not just an endless wilderness of mountains, trees and glaciers.

Southeastern Alaska is often called the Pan­ handle, that area between the sea and Canada’s western border which stretches southward like a finger beckoning to those who live in the lower 48. It is a rain-washed and scenic area extending from Ketchikan on the south to Haines and Skagway on the north. Most travel in this area is by aircraft (the daring bushpilots!) or boat. Only

tion. I suppose that’s why climbers attempt to write their names in fame by scaling her icy heights. Most lose courage after days of brutal effort bring them to huge crevasses in the ice.

Some unfortunates lose more than that when they try to continue.

These crevasses are part of a living mass of ice.

It’s as if half the mountain itself was moving, causing new chasms and gaps to open up out of nowhere. Classified by the scientists as glaciers, these gelid vehicles are made of flowing ice which is sometimes hundreds of feet thick. They exist in the uppermost reaches of the mountains—cold and unfriendly. They stretch forward and back­ ward down the mountains, like giant tenticles that are lethargically and ponderously extending.

Their normal movements are imperceptible to the cye, yet at times huge chunks will cave in sudden­ ly and tumble down the mountain with a thunderous roar. The agony of a glacier as it splits up

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JOE and PHYLLIS WALDOCH, Jr. The major wildlife forms are the fur seals of the Pribilof Islands and the famous brown bears of Kodiak. The Katmai National Monument is a part of Southwestern Alaska, as are the twentyfour active volcanoes that surround it.

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Interior Alaska is the 49th state’s second most populous area. The city of Fairbanks (350 miles north of Anchorage) accounts for most of the CASH and CARRY people. For a once doomed gold rush town, it has experienced a phenomenal growth since the WISCONSIN CHEESE start of the pipeline project. There are many pic­ MILK and ICE CREAM turesque hot springs in the rolling hills, punctuat­ ed by mountain ranges and covered with forests 1173 N. 4th Street WATERTOWN teeming with game. The entire region is an outdoorsman’s haven with a weather pattern quite

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to the environment, and to explain about the wildlife, hunting and fishing that this land pro­ vides. Alaska is a great place, as these words Governor Hammond once addressed to a group of tourists indicate:

similar to that of Wisconsin’s. Gold flecks are still found in prospectors’ pans, moose challenge automobiles-and occasionally win-and trappers still go for months without seeing other humans as they run their far-flung lines.

Alaska’s Arctic North is the place most people think about when they conjure up visions of Alaska. And even then they usually are at least half wrong. The Arctic regions do have snow in the wintertime, but very little, since the Arctic is actually a mammoth desert! Summer melts the white blanket and begins to turn on the oven.

Temperatures often soar to 90+, since there is little vegetation to protect the earth. And one must also consider that for two full months the sun never sets. Six months later the opposite occurs, and the sun hides its face for two months.

It is then that the cold returns and temperatures nose-dive. Winter, to be sure, is long throughout the state. However, once the spring break-up is over in early June, the country bursts to life and opens up countless exciting places to see and ex­ plore.

This is Alaska—the land. To paint the complete picture one must study more than just these geo­ graphical aspects of the state. The people there are interesting; the stories they tell are worth relating to others. In future articles I would like to finish the painting by directing your attention toward such details, to tell you about some of these people, to show how their lives are rooted

“Welcome to Alaska .. .the unique exper­ ience.

As you travel our roads, our waterways, our airways and our trails, take time to look about you and enjoy the moment. For in this fast-changing world, Alaska remains much as it was. Alaska is the place man had in mind when he invented getting away from it all.

Climb our mountains, but keep them free of debris. Fish our streams, but leave fish for others. Sail our waters, but leave them un­ polluted. Help keep our Great Land un­ spoiled.

When you are once again home, you will find that the Alaska experience continues to grow, and grow, and you’ll not be satis­ fied until you return once more.

And then you’ll begin to understand the real Alaska, not only a great state, but a great state of mind as well.”

MARK WAGNER

ReV0E%WSI the best of brahms The name of Johannes Brahms is most frequently associated with his popular lullaby.

This bit of music, however, occupies only a niche in the vast expanse of the master’s Second ymphony, and there only in disguised form, e must not discount the artistic giant of the Romantic Age because of the oft-voiced com­ plaint, “He puts me to sleep.”

The historical importance of Johannes Brahms (bom 1833) lies in the fact that he employed the

classical forms of Mozart and Haydn but used modern components. First of all, an expanded harmonic vocabulary in his compositions took music to the limit in its chorded relationships.

The relationships of one chord to another and their mutual effect is called harmonic function.

Function in harmony is like the verb in language.

It gives the music direction and meaning. Without harmonic function the line of music is like a string of nouns and adjectives. In the second 49

clarity are found in Gild's performance with the Berlin Philharmonic.

Solo Piano Works: In this category one cannot go wrong with a Rubenstcin offering. He com­ bines power with sensitivity for these passionate opera. These pieces are not generally recommend­ ed for unmarried gentlemen.

Chamber Works: Of the many worthwhile re­ cordings of Brahms’ extensive chamber writing, I would limit myself here to suggesting only one, the F minor Piano Quintet as performed by the Budapest String Quartet with Rudolf Serkin, pianist.

Choral works: The outstanding piece here will have to be Em deutsches Requiem. One can only choose between the German version of Klemperer and the Philharmonic Orchestra, and the English version by Ormandy and the Phil­ harmonic Orchestra (but with the Mormon Taber­ nacle Choir, unfortunately).

This is an extremely abbreviated discography, but it should provide several hours of satisfying listening.

place, Brahms moved his harmonies with rhythmic groupings and syncopating that theorists hadn't even invented names for. His un­ wieldy chords can lilt with the grace of Greek lyric poetry or drive with a pulse that would make Mick Jaggcr blush.

Here are some suggestions for recordings of Brahms' music. Symphonies: Georg Szell (an incomparable exponent of any 18th or 19th century composer) conducting the Cleveland Orchestra is the best set of the complete four.

For single recordings, try Toscanini and the NBC Symphony for the First Symphony: Von Karajan and the Berlin Philharmonic for the Second Sym­ phony: Leinsdorf and the Boston Symphony for the Third Symphony, Dorati and the London Symphony for the Fourth Symphony. If you are not yet a Brahms enthusiast, listen to his Fourth Symphony first.

Piano Concerti: Two of the most demanding works in the piano repertoire arc the two Brahms concerti, also two that make the most exciting listening. An overwhelming combination of piano virtuosity, orchestral brilliance and recording

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Just give me my grand-daddy’s hat to shield me from the rain, and his broken pocket watch to mock time by. And take me back when life was run to a slower pace of growing grain and setting suns.

The only lines worth worry were furrows in the rich, black land, were cattle, fat in their stalls, and horses, sleek muscles rippling, patiently chewing hay.

Even they had names of tender praise.

The girl you'd tell yourself you loved, lived down the road, not far away.

Each day you’d see her smile that Hashed across the fields of wind-blown wheat like her hair and bronze as her skin.

On weekends then you’d talk to her and find her coy as the fox that ate your hens and as beautiful. On Monday morning, when deep in doubt about your last meeting and smiles all too fleeting, you’d hitch up the plow and whip the horses into a working rage. They’d shake their feet like shaggy tree trunks falling.

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tbe baaotfog hope you like the house. So long.”

John hung up, as his wife sat down beside him, starting a little at the step’s groan. He turned to her. “That was Mr. Harkins, president of the con­ gregation. He called to see if we liked the house.”

“Well," his wife said, leaning back, ‘-I suppose I could learn to like it. Two floors and a base­ ment, that'll be great for raising kids, when we get that far. What was that about ‘Catholic lean­ ings'?”

“The people of St. Peter’s don't appreciate them. It seems the last pastor here was exhibiting signs of Catholicism.”

Jean sighed. “There goes bingo night.”

“What bingo night?” John naively asked.

Jean silently waited for the joke to dawn on him. John was a fine husband and a terrific pas­ tor, but he was also a bit slow at times.

The parsonage had a deliciously antique air aI bout it. As soon as he stepped inside, John could sense that. A glance into the living room re­ vealed a stately staircase on the lett hand, and a large fireplace on the right. Ever since he’d got­ ten the call to St. Peter's, John had wondered if he could be comfortable in so old a house, but already he was beginning to like it. He only hoped Jean would, too. She’d been raised in a part of Chicago even newer than his neighborhood.

“Well, I think I like it,” he shouted. “What about you, Jean?”

“1 think,” said his wife, coming into the room and brushing her hair back, “that it'll take some getting used to. It sure is old. ” The phone rang. “I'll get it,” said John. As he searched for the phone, he remarked, “You make ‘old’ sound like a four-letter word." He found it behind a packing crate. “Hello.”

“Hi, Pastor Williams, this is George Markins.

Just called to sec if you were in yet.”

“Hello, Mr. Harkins ...”

“Call me George.”

“O.K., uh, George. We just got in. We haven't started unpacking yet." John scanned the dis­ orderly array of cartons, furniture, and luggage.

Moving towards the stairs, he said, “I'm sorry, uh. George, but I don't seem to remember who you are.”

c^5)*(SVv> The house was dusted and furnished, and everything was packed in its place. The new in­ habitants began to accustom themselves to a new way of life. This was John's first call, and it was to a small town, the first small town he’d lived in since college. It was the first time Jean had been out of Chicago.

For a house of its age, the parsonage was re­ markably sturdy. Although built in the late lS^O's, it had been kept in good repair. As all houses will, it creaked and groaned with every change in the weather, but that was to be expect­ ed. It was the unexpected that began to plague John and Jean one dark night.

In the middle of a vaguely dark dream. John was roused from sleep by a jab from his wife.

“John, wake up!” she whispered. “Someone's in the house.”

“What?” he growled.

“Listen! I can hear him walking in the hall.”

John pricked up his ears. Sure enough, he could barely discern the soft clump-clump of furtive footsteps. He rolled out of bed, eased over

“I’m president of the congregation,” George chuckled. “Don't apologize, 1 know how hectic a moving day can be. Like the house?”

“I think so,” said John, as he sat on a rickety step.

“That’s fine,” wheezed George. “Last pastor got a little nervous there. Got jumpy whenever the house creaked. I think that's part of why he left after only a month here. That, and the fact that folks here didn’t take to his Catholic lean­ ings.”

“Catholic leanings?”

“You know. Wearing white robes, changing altar colors. Stuff like that. He was acting like Father Michaelson over at St. Gregory's. Well, 51

to the door, and silently opened it. He stuck out his head, suddenly remembering that he had noth­ ing to hit a prowler with. In the shadows at the end of the hall, he thought he saw the shape of a man turning towards him, but when he blinked, it was gone. He closed the door and crawled back to bed. “There’s no one out there,” he yawned.

“I heard something,” asserted his wife. “It sounded like footsteps.”

“Just an old house,” John replied. “Good night.” Jean didn’t answer, but the last thing John heard before drifting off to a deep sleep was her fingers drumming against the pillow.

In the weeks that followed, Jean continually complained of footsteps in the night and other noises. John himself once or twice caught the sound of a wall being pounded on, if he could have brought himself to admit it. But the realiza­ tion that the house was haunted didn’t strike home until one November evening. John was working on his sermon while Jean was working out a crossword puzzle. They were on the living room couch, sitting before a warm blaze in the fireplace.

Suddenly a violent rattling of chains from above startled them. They both turned towards the staircase, at the top of which a man-like figure stood, wrapped in a deep red cape. In an instant, it coalesced before their terrified eyes into a ball of white fire, and with a fiendish scream rushed down the stairs and flew into the fire, which blazed up to greet it. There it transformed itself into a bloody skull with eyes of flame, and with a demonic shriek of laughter vanished!

It was minutes before either of them could speak, frozen as they were by horror. Finally, Jean broke the silence. “Good Lord! That was a ghost!”

Shaken to the core, John nodded mutely. He wiped the cold sweat off his hands, then, after a few attempts at speech, found his voice. “This house is haunted! You were right about those noises.”

After another long pause, Jean asked the ques­ tion. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Me?” John was taken aback. “What do you mean, me?”

“Well, you’re a minister. Can’t you, well, ex­ orcise it or something?”

“Exorcise? I couldn’t do that. I don’t know how!”

Jean stared at him. “You don’t know how?”

“We never learned that at Sem,” John replied

lamely. “The Lutheran Church doesn’t even have a rite of exorcism that I know of. I don’t think we even believe in ghosts.”

“Well, there’s one ghost we believe in,” Jean answered wryly. “That thing’s got to go. You have to do something.”

“What?” asked John helplessly.

Jean thought for a moment. Then her face brightened triumphantly. She moved over to her husband, looked him right in the eye, and said, “Get an exorcist.”

John stared right back at her. “Where?”

Jean waved her arms wildly. “At St. Greg’s, where else? The Catholics have exorcism, don’t they?”

“Oh, fine!” John got up and began to pace.

“My congregation will love that! I can’t even light an altar candle without someone yelling ‘Papist!’

If I have Father Michaelson over to the parsonage, I might as well leave town!”

Now it was Jean’s turn to be perturbed. “All right! We can keep our reputation spotless and still have to live here with that thing!”

John stopped sharply. Upstairs, there was a sound of footsteps. “You win,” he said, and quickly located and dialed the phone number of the St. Gregory rectory.

As he waited for an answer, he heard Jean mut­ ter, “Footsteps, chains, screams; I wish it weren’t so cliche.”

An old voice answered the phone. “Hello, Father Michaelson speaking.”

John hesitated, gulping down some air. “How do you do, Father. This is Pastor Williams at St. Peter’s.”

Father Michaelson sounded pleased. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, sir. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“Well,” John stuttered, “I have a sort of prob­ lem over here that I can’t handle, and I think you could.”

“Oh,” chuckled the priest. “You want to hear our side of that Luther business.”

“No!” exclaimed John. “I wish it were that easy. What I need is, uh, an exorcism.” Silence greeted his request. “For the parsonage,” he add­ ed. “It’s haunted.”

Father Michaelson coughed. “You’re certain?

Well, of course you are, or else you wouldn’t have called.” He seemed to deliberate for a moment, then asked, “All right, when would you like it done?”

“As soon as possible, I guess,” replied John.

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"Fine. I’ll just throw the bell, book, and candle in a bag, and be right over.”

"Gee, do you really use that stuff?” John asked. His only answer was a moment of silence on the other end, then the click of the phone be­ ing hung up.

Jean answered the doorbell as John placed chairs around the table he’d set up in the middle of the room. The caller was an elderly gentleman who identified himself as Father Michaelson.

"Thank you so much for coming, Father,” said Jean as she let him in.

"No trouble at all,” smiled the priest as he took off his coat and hat. He stopped as he saw the table. "Are you expecting someone else?” he inquired.

"No,” said John, coming forward to shake the priest’s hand. “I thought we were supposed to sit around a table or something. I’m Pastor Wil­ liams.”

"Pleased to meet you,” said the old man.

“But we don’t do that in an exorcism. You’re thinking of a seance. Young man, didn’t you see ‘The Exorcist’?”

“No,” answered John honestly. The priest glanced at Jean, not certain whether John had missed the joke. Jean merely shrugged.

“Well, now, about your ghost,” started Father Michaelson. "Is it the foot-stepping, chainrattling, flaming skull type?”

Jean grinned in spite of herself. “That’s the spirit.” John nodded his assent.

The priest reached into a pocket and produced a small book and a vial of liquid. "This is holy water,” he explained. "Now, while I read the ritual you must both remain silent. Don’t speak, and don’t pay attention to any noises you may hear.”

With that, he opened the book and began to mutter a Latin invocation. "Exsurge, domine ..

A low, moaning wail sounded, and a wind from nowhere began to blow. "Invocato...”

The room darkened except for the gleam of the dying embers in the fireplace. “Requiescat in pace ...” The phone rang.

John and Jean glanced at it, then at each other.

“Et in terra ...”

It rang a second time.

“Pleni sunt coeli ...”

A third time. With a guilty glance at the priest, who seemed oblivious of his actions, John moved silently to answer it. “Who is this?” he

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“Hi, Pastor. This is George.”

Upstairs a door started to slam incessantly.

“George who?”

“George Harkins. Say, you having trouble over there?”

“No, not at all.” The priest droned on, and somewhere chains began to rattle. “Uh, George, could you call back later?”

“This won’t take but a minute. Say, what is going on over there?”

Suddenly, the skull materialized in the fire­ place. Its eyes flared at the priest, and it spoke in sepulchral tones, “Salve, Father.”

“Father?” asked a bewildered George.

“I’ll call you back,” said John as he quickly hung up. He moved back to Jean. “What did it say?”

“I think it knows him,” his wife whispered fiercely. “Shh!” The exorcist faced the grinning skull. Almost grinning himself, he sprinkled the holy water at it. “Vale, spiritus!” With a sudden gust of wind and rattle of chains, the skull’s eyes blazed anew.

“Vale!” it shrieked, then burst into flame and disappeared. The wind died down, and the chains were silent.

Father Michaelson remained motionless for a moment, facing the fireplace. Then he turned to face the couple staring wide-eyed behind him.

“That should take care of that,” he said.

“It seemed to know you,” said John. Jean nodded.

“Well,” chuckled the priest, “that’s a long story. You see, what you’ve been afflicted with here is kind of a ‘clerical groupie.’ When I first came to St. Gregory’s twenty-two years ago, I had to drive him out of my house. A few months later I received a request from a new Baptist minister to exorcise the very same phantom.

Since then it’s moved in with nearly every new man of the cloth that’s ever come to town, and I’ve had to drive it out for all of them. Last year it was the Methodists, this year the Luth­ erans.”

“Then it’s a very ecumenical spirit,” said John.

Before anyone could reply, the phone rang.

As John went to answer, Father Michaelson donned his coat and hat, and wished Jean a pleasant evening, then waved to John as the latter picked up the receiver. “Anytime you want, I’ll tell you what really happened at Wittenberg in 1517,” he called impishly.

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the book for a second, then asked, “John, what’s a five-letter Latin word for ‘hello’?”

John thought for a second, then replied,

“Thank you very much, Father,” John called back as the priest exited.

“Father?” said George on the phone.

“‘Salve’.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Jean. “I’d forgotten.”

The phone rang. (Phones never stop ringing at a parsonage.) John got up and answered it.

“Hello.”

“Hello,” replied a nervous voice on the other end of the line. “This is David Mendel, the new rabbi at the synagogue. Do you Lutherans deal in such things as, uh, exorcisms?”

Three months later, in front of a warm blaze in the fireplace, John was composing a paper on “The Catholic View of the Reformation,” as Jean worked on a crossword puzzle. She frowned at

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set a record for the 880 yard relay team. Paul Mueller carved a niche in Northwestern athletic history, pioneering the steeplechase with a time of 11:19.

The tennis team was the class of its division and finished with a perfect 6-0 record. The golf team was led by the spirit of Ed Zell, but was al­ so engulfed on occasion by waylaid monsoon storms.

On the national scene the biggest news radiates from Motor City in the form of a bright, young personality named Mark (The Bird) Fidrych.

His antics on the mound as well as his excellent pitching has earned him a place on the front pages of newspapers nation-wide. Fidrych is best known as a loose-limbed, open-mouthed, wideeyed youth, with a rheumy look, a rock-star hairdo, and the body kinetics of a nervous bird.

The guy is irrepressibly enthusiastic, whether talking to the baseball, filling in holes on the pitching mound, or congratulating one of his teammates after an out. “I’ve always been hyper,” notes Fidrych and adds, “Whatever I do, I try to get a kick out of it.”

Of course, as one reporter pointed out, all of these antics wouldn’t be appreciated unless the kid was a good pitcher. He has already chalked up fifteen victories for the Tigers, who are going nowhere fast. Throughout the course of the season his earned run average has lingered around 2.00, a standard of excellence few hurlers ever

:r\etter late than never, has always been my Impolicy. Although I didn’t arrive at Northwestern in time for registration. Dean soon pardoned the prodigal upon hearing that he was covering jaialai out in Montana. It’s a whole new ball game out there, but let us without further delay com­ mence with the here and now.

First of all, the old business. Last spring the Trojans’ baseball nine posted a 4-12 mark. Al­ though the record isn’t overwhelming, neither was the amount of preparation our team was able to get in. The zenith of the season was a pair of vic­ tories against cross-town rivals Maranatha. Par­ ticularly memorable was the first game: Dave Voss, the workhorse of the pitching staff, white­ washed the Crusaders 2-0. Denny Himm supplied the firepower with a shot over the left field fence.

The team’s leading hitters were: Doug Lange, .381; Denny Himm, .356; Dan Gawrisch, .345; and Doug Free, .270. Keith Free led the team with thirteen runs batted in, and roommate Mark Birkholz kept things lively off the field.

The trackmen were plagued by those spring cloudbursts. Dashing between the drops, Larry Gierach set a school record by running the 880 in 2:00.1. Other pacesetters included the mile relay team: Mark Gieschen, Phil Bimer, Jim Con­ nell, and Larry Gierach. These fleet-footers cut loose for a 3:33.99 mile and a 10:55.2 in the dis­ tance medley relay. A 1:38.2 by Brownie Schmitzcr» Jon Rossman, Phil Heyer, and Jim Nelson 55

achieve. The Tigers’ skipper Ralph Houk says, “Mark has fantastic concentration, the best con­ centration I’ve ever seen between a young pitcher and his catcher.” His mannerisms, which have everyone excited, actually tend to deepen his concentration. Add to that his basic formula for success-to throw low and to throw strikes-and the result is a dynamic success. As one fan saw it, “He won renown by seeming to talk to baseballs.

But whether or not the baseballs every got the message, one thing is clear: the people did.”

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the Trojans’ football team is prepared to start off the ‘76 session against Concordia of Milwaukee. The Tro­ jans’ strength is their offensive line, which should spring the backs loose for some healthy yardage.

On the flip-flop, the defensive line lacks exper­

ience and size, but is supported by a fine set of linebackers and an experienced secondary. The team has worked hard thus far and will surprise a few people this year.

The cross country team has been bolstered by the addition of two excellent frosh and ought to be able to keep most of the pesky squirrels and rabbits off campus till the season’s end. The soccer team has lost a substantial number of per­ formers from last year’s squad, and may have its work cut out for it. This year the team will be playing its home games on campus, which will enable all of us to get involved. That about wraps up this package; now all we need is vocal support for our teams, and everything will more or less fall into place.

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And, yes, the Alumni Column improves with the passage of time, too. Although the quality of the column has remained consistently mediocre, the quantity of material in this issue has risen sub­ stantially due to the three-month buildup of news during the summer vacation.

In addition to reporting the usual news in this column, we have included the list of the Seminary graduates who were installed and ordained in congregations of our Synod this past summer.

God’s grace to our growing synod is further mani­ fested by the establishing of several new Chris­ tian Day Schools.

Redeemer, Huntsville, AL, was called to St. Paul’s, Appleton, WI, as an associate pastor.

His installation took place on July 25.

-Rev. Paul Knickelbein (’42), has the call as District Missionary for the Texas Mission District.

Pastor Knickelbein is currently serving in Okla­ homa City.

—Rev. Larry Wiederich (’69), was installed on June 20, 1976, in the dual parish of Zion, Clatonia, NE, and St. John, Firth, NE. Pastor Wiederich formerly served the tri-parish of Redeemer in Hettinger, ND, Zion of Reeder, ND, and Christ, Bison, SD. -Rev. James Kiecker (’60), after a year of study, was installed at St. John’s in Zilwaukee, MI, on August 29.

-Rev. Ronald Semro (’64), formerly serving at Holy Trinity, Wyoming, MI, was installed at St. Timothy, Maumee, OH, on September 19, 1976.

—Rev. Frederick Toppe (’67), was installed at Mt. Calvary, Kimberly, WI on August 1. Pastor Toppe formerly served at St. James in Portage, ML -Rev. Frederick Mutterer (’49), formerly serv­ ing St. John’s of Fox Lake, WI, was installed at St. Andrew, Middleton, WI. on August 29.

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The following were members of the NWC class of 1972, unless otherwise indicated, who were or­ dained and installed in the congregations listed this past summer.

-Rev. Craig Weber (’70), was installed on Aug­ ust 29, 1976, at Divine Word in Plover, WI. Rev. Weber formerly served Abiding Savior at Weslaco, TX. -Rev. Herbert Buell (’33), formerly serving St. John’s of Saginaw, MI, accepted the call to St. Peter, Oak Grove, WI. Rev. Buch will be installed on October 3, 1976.

-Rev. Wayne Bartelt (’52), formerly serving Ocean Drive Lutheran of Pompano Beach, FL, ac­ cepted the call to teach at Lakeside Lutheran High School, Lake Mills, WI. Rev. Bartelt was in­ stalled on August 22.

-Rev. Martin Schwartz (’67), formerly serving Trinity of Buffalo, MN, and St. Paul's of Mont­ rose, MN, was installed at St. Andrew's, St. Paul Park, MN, on June 20.

-Rev. David Tiarks (’68), was installed at Good Shepherd of Burnsville, MI, on June 6, 1976. Pastor Tiarks formerly served Zion in Morgan, MN. - Rev. Robert Schlicht, (’53), who formerly served Trinity of Belle Plaine, MN, accepted the call as Chaplain in the Lutheran Home, Belle Plaine, MN. He was installed on May 30.

-Rev. Paul Ilanke (’44), who previously served at St. Peter’s of St. Peter, MN, was installed as a Chaplain in the Lutheran Home, Belle Plaine, MN, on May 30.

-Rev. Oliver Lindholm (’65), formerly at Faith, Prior Lake, MN, and Mt. Olive, Shakopee, MN, was installed at St. Peter’s, St. Peter, MN, on July 18, 1976.

-Rev. LaVern Holz (’63), who previously served at Grace, Clear Lake, WI, and Zion, Almena, WI, was installed at Trinity, Belle Plaine, MN, on July 25.

-Rev. Arden Stuebs (’38). was installed at Grace, Le Seuer, MN, on July 11, 1976. Rev. Stuebs previously served Trinity in Brillion, WI. -Rev. Reuben Reimers (’51), who previously served at Immanuel and Zion in Hutchinson. MN, was installed at St. Paul’s, North Mankato, MN, on August 8.

-Rev. David Voss (’66), formerly serving St. Paul in Dale, WI, was installed at Peace, Santa Clara, CA, on August 8.

-Rev. Samuel Kugler (’36), who formerly ser­ ved Cross of Charles City, IA, was installed at St. Stephens, Fallbrook, CA, on June 27.

Richard Agenten at St. Paul, Batesland, and Our Redeemer, Martin, SD. Bruce E. Alders at Rock of Ages, Kansas City North, MO. Kenneth R. Arndt at Faith, Pittsfield, MA. Randall J. Bartelt to a new mission in Charles­ ton, SC. Timothy W. Bauer at King of Kings, Alexan­ dria, LA. David J. Beckman at St. John's, Antigua, West Indies.

Roy M. Beyer at St. Peter’s, St. Albert, Al­ berta, Canada.

Robert D. Bushaw at Good Shepherd, Cedar Rapids, I A. James T. Cloutc, Jr., at Redeemer, Pierre, SD. Scott J. Dummann, at Bethlehem, Lakeville, MN. Richard R. Du row, Jr., at St. Paul, Prescott.

WI. James A. Gorsegner at Trinity, rural Appleton, and at St. Paul, rural Hortonville, WI. Gary A. Gricp at Calvary, Glcnwood. and at St. Paul, Alexandria, MN. Glenn H. Groth (’68), at Redeemer, Ann Arbor, MI. Lance A. Holf at St. John, Ixonia and St. Mark, Ixonia, WI. Daniel C. Hrobsky at Messiah, Glendive; Trin­ ity, Terry; Trinity, Ekalaka, MT. Paul R. Johnston at Trinity, Wabino, WI. Ralph L. Jones at Trinity. Merrill, WI. Kenneth A. Kappel (’71), at a new mission, Syracuse, NY. James R. Kleist at St. Stephen, Beaver Dam. WI, as an assistant pastor.

Daniel J. Kolosovsky at St. Paul, Plattcville, WI. James F. Korthals as an assistant pastor at St. Paul’s, Stevensville, MN. Kenneth R. Kralz at Mount Olive, Monroe, WI. Peter H. Kruschel at Grace, Milwaukee, WI. Randall L. Kuznicki at Cross, Charles City, IA. Stephen J. Lawrenz at Mount Olive, Shakopee.

MN. Charles L. Learman as an assistant pastor at St. John, Jefferson, WI. John L. W. May at Zion, Almena, and at Grace.

Clear Lake, WI. Jerome D. McWaters (’71), at Prince of Peace,

-Pastor Lawrence Retberg (’67), who former­ ly served St. Peter’s, Fort Collins, CO, was commissioned as a Christian Missionary to Columbia, South America, on June 13, 1976.

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Divine Peace, Renton, WA, observed the 5th anniversary of the dedication of its church on August 8. 1976. Divine Peace is served by Paul Albrecht ('58).

Trinity of Hillrose, CO. celebrated the 40th anniversary of its organization on June 13, 1976.

Pastor Eugene Ahlswede ('59), was the guest preacher in this service, which also dedicated Trinity’s new church. Pastor James Phillips ('68), serves the congregation.

Messiah, Wichita, KA. celebrated the 10th anniversary of their first service. Messiah is served

by Pastor David Plochcr ('56).

St. John's, Newtonburg, WI, will celebrate its 125th anniversary in a series of three services on September 19, October 1 7, and November 14, 1976. Guest preachers will be be Rev. F. Knueppel. Rev. Ralph Waack ('67), and Rev. G. Kionka ('43). Rev. Keith Haberkorn (’69), serves the congregation.

-Rev. Norva! Kock ('48), of First German, Manitowoc, WI, observed his 25th year in the ministry on July 18, 1976.

-Rev. Henry Juroff (’47), serving St. Paul, Sheboygan Falls, WI, celebrated 25 years in the ministry on July 11, 1976.

- St. Paul's, Saginaw, MI, observed the 125th anniversary of its organization on July 18, 1976.

The congregation is served by Rev. Duane Tomhave (’58).

Thousand Oaks. CA. Timothy A. Meier at Messiah, Shiocton, WI. William R. Neumann at Faith, Elizabeth. IL, and Prince of Peace, Dubuque, I A. Earl W. Noffsinger at Faith, Prior Lake, MN. David A. Palmquist ('71), at Shepherd of the Mountains, Reno, NV. Ronald H. Raddatz at Zion. St. Louis, MI. Paul N. Reede at Grace, Seward, NE. August K. Ristow at St. John, Brewster NE. Richard H. Schleicher at Our Shepherd, Merrill­ ville, IN. James A. Schmidt ('68), at Zion, Morgan, MN. Carl A, Schomberg at Grace, Zillah, WA. Joel B. Schroeder ('71), at Rock of Ages, Nashville (Hendersonville), TN. Marc D. Schroeder went on to further graduate study.

James P. Scelow at St. Paul's, Mayville, MN. Douglas M. Semenske at St. Matthew, Iron Ridge, WI. Gary T. Stawicki at Salem, Owosso, MI, as an assistant pastor.

Christian E. Sulzle at Divine Savior, Pullmann, WA. George P. Swanson at a new mission in Los Alamos, NM. James W. Tauscher at Our Savior, E. Bruns­ wick, NJ. James P. Ticfel as an assistant pastor at St. Paul’s, Saginaw, MI. Dale R. Tollefson at Redeemer, Huntsville, AL. Dennis J. Valleau at a new mission in LeHigh Valley, PA. Roger D. Wahl at Zion, Mission, and St. Peter, Wood, SD. Thomas B. Westendorf (’71), at Trinity, Buffalo and St. Paul, Montrose. MN. Lynn E. Wicdmann at Prince of Peace. Howell, MI. Terry L. Yahr at Redeemer, Hettinger; Zion, Redeemer, ND, and Christ, Bison, SD. Thomas R. Zahn at St. Andrew, Medford, and St. Peter, Rib Lake, WI. John W. Zarling at a new mission in Verde Valley, AZ.

DEDICATIONS -Iglesia Getsemani, Corpus Christi, TX. cele­ brated the dedication of their remodeled church on August 15, 1976. The congregation is served

by Rev. Carl Leyrcr, Jr. ('69).

King of Kings, Alexandria, LA, celebrated the dedication of a new church on April 25, Guest preacher at the sendee was Pastor 1976.

James Werner ('71). Alexandria had been served by the District Missionary but this past summer was assigned Rev. Timothy Bauer ('72).

-Prince of Peace, Salt Lake City, UT. dedi­ cated their new church on May 16, 1976. Pastor William Goehring (’63), serves the congregation.

-St. John, Grand Junction, CO, celebrated the dedication of their new church on July 11.

1976. The guest preacher at the service was Missionary Ernst Wendland ('38). The congrega­ tion is served by Pastor John Schmidt ('70).

ANNIVERSARIES -The 75th anniversary of Immanuel Lutheran, DePere, WI, was celebrated on August 8, 1976.

Immanuel Lutheran is served by Pastor Waldemar A. Geiger ('42).

-Trinity, Omak, WA, celebrated its 50th an­ niversary on July 18. 1976. The congregation is currently served by Rev. Paul Lemke ('69).

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new school this year. Pastor Jon Mahnke ('61), serves the congregation.

-A new school is being opened at Mt. Calvary, Redding. CA. The congregation is served by Rev. Joel Prange (’62).

Bethany, Concord, CA, is opening a new school this tall. Pastor A. W Keibcl ('41), serves the congregation.

-Our Shepherd, Lancaster, CA, is opening a new school this fall. The congregation is served

by Pastor Richard Yecke ('5 2)

MARRIAGES Rev. Kenneth Kratz ('72). currently serving Mount Olive, Monroe, WI, was married to Diane Kalbus on June 19, 1976.

RETIREMENTS Rev. Arthur Werner ('ll), retired from the active ministry on July 31, 1976. Pastor Werner had been serving St. Luke, and Zion of Elroy, WL -Rev. Alvin Degncr ('26). retired from the active ministry on September I, 1976. Pastor Degncr had been serving St. Peter's, Oak Grove.

WL Rev. Albert Winter (’28), who had been serv­ ing Christus, Richmond, WI, retired from the active ministry on September 30.

Pastor Arthur Dobberstein ('29), retired from the active ministry on July 31, 1976. Pastor Dob­ berstein had been serving Zion, Egg Harbor and Christ, Bailey's Harbor. WL -Pastor John J. Wendland, who formerly served Salem, Escanaba, ML retired from the active ministry on August 31. 1976.

-Rev. Alfred Martens retired from the active ministry on August 15, 1976, after 47 years in the ministry. Pastor Martens had spent the last 35 years of his ministry at Friedens, New Prague, MN.

FIRE Prince of Peace. Salt Lake City, UT. suffered upwards of S70.000 damage in a lire on May 19 and May 20. This was just three days after the dedication of their new church. Arson was cited as the cause for the fire.

BIRTHS A son, Eric Kenneth, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Kenneth Bode ('66). on May 21, 1976.

Pastor Bode currently serves St. Mark’s, Lincoln, NE, and Grace, Seward, NE. -Jody Lynn Schmidt, daughter of Pastor and Mrs. John Schmidt ('70), was born on June 28, 1976. Pastor Schmidt is currently serving St. Paul, Grand Junction, CO, and St. John, Mont­ rose, CO. -Pastor and Mrs. Edwin Fredrich, Jr. ('70), were blessed this past summer with the gift of a son, Paul Ellis. Pastor Fredrich serves St. Paul, Stockton, KA, and Faith, Russell, KA. -Rev. and Mrs. John Henning (’62), were blessed with a son, Bartholomew, on June 15, 1976. Pastor Henning serves St. Matthew's of Spokane, WA. -A son, David Christian, was born to Rev. and Mrs. Christian Sulzle (’72), on June 6, 1976.

Pastor Henning serves St. Matthew’s of Spokane,

DEATHS Pastor Frederick E. Thierfelder ('37), was called to his eternal rest on July 29, 1976. Pastor Thierfelder had been serving Rivcrview, Appleton, WL Rev. Paul G. Albrecht (ex-class of 1919), died on March 22, 1976, in Gallup, NM. His mortal remains were laid to rest in Eau Claire, WI, on March 26, 1976.

Pastor Albrecht, one of the first Apache Mis­ sionaries, later served on the Synod General Mission Board from 1941-'47, Following this, he served as the president of the Dakota-Montana District (1947-1958). Pastor Albrecht was also the first president of the CLC (1961-1969).

—Twins, Benjamin and Rebecca, were born to Rev. and Mrs. Mark Hanneman ('69). Rev. Hanneman currently is serving Beautiful Savior, Corvallis, OR. -A son was bom this past summer to Pastor and Mrs. John Vogt ('67). Pastor Vogt is current­ ly serving St. John’s in Jacksonville, FL. -A girl was bom this past summer to Pastor and Mrs. David A. Krueger ('69). Pastor Krueger currently serves Redemption, Palm Beach, FL. -A son, Michael, was born to Rev. Donald and Marge Stuppy (’70). Rev. Stuppy is current­ ly serving in San Antonio, TX. -A son, Joel, was bom this past summer to Rev. and Mrs. Thomas Haar ('71). Rev. Haar is

SEM NOTES To all of you who are in the habit of skimming over the rest of this column in eager anticipation of the words of wisdom sent down from the Sem„, I offer my apologies. Since the Seminary doesn’t open till next week, it was impossible to solicit any information from the students 59

there. So. tune in next month, same paper, same column, tor the frivolous and fantastically foolish witticisms and escapades of the men at WLS.

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Led by the unknowing, Are doing the impossible" for the ungrateful.

We have done so much For so long, With so little, We are now qualified To do anything With nothing.

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Claudius' university years he experienced the first severe test of his youthful piety when his brother died suddenly. Claudius refused to consider this separation as part of a loving God's will the mal­ icious fiend Death must be solely responsible.

As he matured in his faith, he came to see the matter in a different light, so much so that he could cordially address death as “Freund Main,” the “patron saint and house-eod” of his books (1775). Years later he would lose daughter to disease and recall the old menacing image of death in a few pointed words: Ach, es ist so dunkel in des Todcs Ram­ mer, Toent so trating, wenn er sich bewegt Und nun aufhebt seinen schweren Ham-

mer Und die Stunde schlaegt.

Both attitudes-terror at the approach of death and yet acceptance of his gentle mission-are cap­ tured witli sincerity, immediacy of expression, and indelible vividness in “Der Tod und das Maedchen." Here Claudius has compressed into eight lines the ambivalence toward death which characterizes his adult years.

Rather than end on a morbid note, we print on the back cover a poem equally suited to the season: “Abendlied,” Claudius’ most highly regarded work. This is one that ought to be sung.

“O Welt, ich muss dich lassen” (TLH 554) is the melody Claudius had in mind.

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the songs exp zton blazing sun bums the night’s chill from the ^“^face of the desert as a growing host of pil­ grims moves ponderously up into the high coun­ try. Suddenly the clear, joyful voice of one who has made the journey many times is heard above the crowd: “I lift my eyes to the mountains.”

Those who are near enough to hear, answer eager­ ly in the well-known melody: “Where is help to come from?” The refrain is taken up by the rest of the pilgrims and soon two choruses are re­ sponding: “Help comes to me from Yahweh, Who made heaven and earth.”

These people are Jews in the fifth century be­ fore Christ. They are making the yearly walk up to Jerusalem for the Passover celebration. While traveling and worshipping, they will participate in their rich, highly developed musical culture, of which the preceding song of the “going-up” (shir ha-ma’aloth) is an example. What is the his­ tory of their music? What were its characteristics and how was it performed?

The origin of music is intimately connected with the origin of language. Singing is actually an extension of beautiful speaking. The reverent monotone speech used for the reciting of the Holy Scriptures developed quite naturally into melody with the addition of occasional pitch changes. Later, ornaments and grace notes were added. Arabs today still read from the Koran in a type of irregular chant.

Ancient sources reveal that singing was always supported by instruments. The Bible tells us that the use of musical instruments began with Jubal, son of Lamech, in the seventh generation after the creation. This descendant of Cain “was the father of all those who play the lyre and pipe” (Gen. 4:21). Arab legend also ascribes to Jubal the first song, an elegy on the death of Abel. This same source credits Lamech with the invention of the lute, which traces its origin etymologically to the Arabic word ’ud. According to the Pentateuch, very early Hebrew song was accom­ panied by a kind of shepherd flute (’ugab), a small, rounded lyre (kinnor), or a frame drum (tof).

In its early stages the music of Israel was probably influenced by highly civilized Sumeria to the north and Egypt to the south. Remember

that Abraham’s home town was Ur, the capital of Sumeria, and that he spent time also in Egypt.

Records of musical systems and organiza­ tions in Sumeria date back to 3,000 B.C. They had professional singers and players and a system of music schools. All types of instruments were in evidence, although the lyre, harp, and lute seemed to be favored. The Old Kingdom of Egypt had similar instruments, with one interesting ex­ ception: a type of large lyre popular among the Sumerians but unknown in Egypt prior to 2,000 B.C. After that general period, however, its image suddenly appeared in a painting which depicted Semitic nomads offering presents to the Pharaoh.

Among these gifts is this large Sumerian lyre.

Scholars assume that the Semites of the picture are the brothers of Joseph. Egypt’s culture was highly conducive to the development of music.

As a stable, civilized, and educated nation, it could nurture arts and learning far more effective­ ly than the Jews, who lived an unsettled nomadic life. For that reason organized musical practice did not develop among the Israelites until the founding of communities and a cultural center, specifically the Temple.

To be sure, Hebrew music had its own dis­ tinctive roots as well. It was music of the desert.

From shepherds’ songs with fluid, continuous melodies utilizing a scale of only four to six notes came the tunes used for prayer. In view of this, the psalms are pastoral lyrics in the truest sense— King David had been a shepherd-poet. The Israelites molded the musical characteristics which they borrowed from other cultures to suit their own taste, and combined these influences with their own distinctive idiom.

When Israel became a kingdom and its nomadic period ended, the more settled society gave rise to more organized cultural life. The nation grew independent of foreign cultural in­ fluence and began to exert an influence of its own. During this period music was practiced as a sophisticated art, for the most part by priests and noblemen. Scriptural references, which are numerous, speak only of the music in the Holy City Jerusalem. The musicians who served under the kings were professionals. David appointed the Levites to recruit from among themselves 4,000 (continued inride back cover)

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(Although we tend to view the Lutheran Refor^■mation as a theological revolution that began in 1517, our picture of those developments would be incomplete without an appreciation for Luther’s forerunners. One of the most important of these was John Hus, a Czech reformer (137371415). Though lacking direct impact on Luther’s work, the career of Hus helps to highlight the things that made the German Reformation uniquely successful. His life is also important in itself as a major episode in a particularly dark period of church history, and as an inspiring ex­ ample of a Christian’s unswerving faithfulness to God in the face of persecution.

Hus’s reform activities can be divided into two spheres of operation. One was his association with the University of Prague as lecturer, dean of the philosophical faculty, and rector, and the other was his position as preacher at the reform party’s Bethlehem Chapel. The latter was by far the more important post, since Hus, although a scholar and skilled debater, was not so much in­ terested in analyzing doctrine in the abstract as he was concerned to employ doctrinal advances in the abolition of specific abuses in the Church.

The pulpit was the perfect forum for this sort of reform, and when Hus denounced the avarice, simony, and sexual immorality of the clergy, the people were won over by the eloquent sincerity of his sermons and the even greater persuasive­ ness of his saintly life. In time he became the most influential person in the Bohemian nation.

The development of Hus’s reform spirit is a fruit of the native reform movement that was flourishing in Bohemia at the beginning of the fifteenth century. Ever since 1363, the work had been proceeding under the leadership of Conrad Waldhauser, John Milic, Matthew of Janov, and their disciples. During the 1380’s a foreign in­ fluence began to be felt as the works of John Wyclif, the English “Morning Star of the Refor­ mation,’’ were being disseminated in Bohemia.

Although Wyclifs theology had been officially condemned shortly after his death in 1384, his radical proposals for the reform of Catholic

doctrine and practice, particularly his views on the Church, found support among Hus and his colleagues.

Because the final condemnation of Hus was largely based on his alleged Wyclifism, the degree of Hus’s dependence on Wyclif has become the subject of debate. On the one hand, it can be shown that the Czech’s sermons and books abound in direct quotations, paraphrases, and large-scale re workings of Wyclifs works, often without any mention of the source. The charge

John Hus (13737-1415) has been made (Loserth: Hus und Wiclif: zur Genesis der husitischen Lehre, 1884) that even where he is not “plagiarizing” Wyclifs own words, Hus’s theology is wholly derived from that of Wyclif. Against this view Matthew Spinka (John Hus and the Czech Reform, 1941) argues persuasively that it was common practice for medieval theologians to use extensive (and un­ acknowledged) quotations from favorite sources, and that Hus is remarkable for the care and in­ sight he consistently employed in modifying 70

used to finance a crusade against a Christian ruler, Ladislaus of Naples, and that the indulgence dealers were discouraging genuine repentance and making exorbitant demands on the people. When Rome took this opportunity to put him under a stricter ban, Hus went into hiding for two years.

In 1414 Emperor Sigismund, wishing to ac­ quire the prestige that would belong to the uni­ fier of Christendom, called the Council of Con­ stance. The chief aim of the council was to end the Great Schism, but the Hus case and certain questions of reform were also important matters.

Assured by the emperor of safe conduct and a public hearing, Hus traveled to Constance, only to be imprisoned and tried without an opportunity for self-defence. For months he was ill-treated so that disease and weakness would cause him to fall into the traps of the investigators. Lists of theses that had been invented or dishonestly taken from his own and Wyclifs works were pre­ sented to him, but Hus was not outwitted. Skill­ fully and consistently he denied the falsified evi­ dence and heretical statements and offered ortho­ dox interpretations of the questionable ones, al­ ways adding that he would submit to correction from the Scriptures.

The conciliar court was actually in a rather paradoxical situation. The great reform council was finding it necessary to rid itself of a reformer.

Among the charges brought against Hus was that . of anti-papalism, yet this was a council that dared to depose popes. There could be no greater irony than the fact that Hus and John XXIII were fora few days held as prisoners of the council in ad­ joining quarters; the wicked John, after being deposed, was created a cardinal, while the saintly Hus was condemned to the stake.

The real differences between Hus and the council were the questions of authority and of the definition of the Church. With regard to the former, Hus did not absolutely reject the doctrin­ al authority of popes and councils, but he did rank them below the Bible and the early fathers. The council, however, regarded itself as fully capable of defining doctrine. Because of this, Hus and the council had no common basis for proving their positions or satisfying each others’ demands. As to the second point, Hus defined the Church primarily as the body of the predestined and secondarily as the Church Militant. This again seemed to the council to be an attack on its authority, since it considered itself to be the voice of the true Church. The

erroneous passages from Wyclifs pen. Unlike some of his colleagues. Hus remained a moderate adherent of the English reformer and took pains to make clear his own rejection or qualified acceptance of Wyclifs doctrines.

The anti-reform party in Bohemia, wounded

by Hus’s relentless attacks, resorted to heresy charges as the surest way of overthrowing him.

As much as possible, they tried to blacken Wy­ clifs reputation. In debates with the reform party, they would ascribe to Wyclif statements either wrenched out of context or completely fabricated in the hope of tricking their opponents into defending heresy. A number of his theses were condemned even though the reformists proved that they could be interpreted in an ortho­ dox sense. In addition to these perversions of the scholastic method of argument, some of the anti-reform party used spies, bribes, and false evidence to achieve their purposes.

Nevertheless, most of the initial attacks on Hus’s group failed because it had the support of Archbishop Zby nek of Prague and King Wenceslas ot Bohemia. The latter's influence was especially important since secular politics frequently deter­ mined ecclesiastical decisions. This was true on both the national and imperial levels. As long as Hus was backed by his rulers, he stood a chance ot surviving, but when they withdrew their sup­ port, he could not face the Roman Church alone.

The steps which led to Hus’s ruin are summarized in the sketch that follows. He had attacked a large part of the Bohemian clergy with his ser­ mons and embittered the influential German theologians by his role in shifting the control of the University of Prague from the hands of foreign professors to the Czech majority. Then came the crucial Council of Pisa (1409) and the election of a third contender for the papal crown.

Hus and Archbishop Zbynek adhered to opposing factions, and consequently Zbynek began to sup­ press the reform party and even forbade Hus to preach. Hus refused to obey and was excommuni­ cated. At this point Zbynek sent the case to the papal curia and won a victory through bribery and unscrupulous maneuvering. Thanks to the support of the king, this ruling had no effect on Hus in Bohemia, but it did mark him as an object of Rome’s enmity.

Hus lost the king’s favor in the controversy over Pope John XXIII’s special sale of indulgences in 1411. Although Wenceslas wanted his realm to comply, Hus protested that the sale was being 71

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council that had wielded such authority against popes was not about to yield to a priest.

Hus’s position, however, was unassailably Pauline, and the council's was full of incon­ sistencies. As a result, they could not afford to make the vital church issue the explicit charge of heresy. Instead, they resorted to the more con­ venient approach of saddling him with Wyclifite “heresies" and falsified excerpts from his own works. Outright lies played a part, too. At one point he was charged with claiming to be a fourth person of the Godhead.

In spite of Hus's protests that he had not been heard, that the charges were false, and that he could not recant teachings which had not been refuted, and in spite of appeals to the authority of Scripture and the protection of the emperor, Hus was condemned. He faced the abusiveness of his enemies and the terrors of death at the stake with extraordinary courage, humility, and devo­ tion to God. He died chanting the words, “Christ, Thou Son of the living God, have mercy on me.

Thou, Who art bom of Mary the Virgin-" Hus’s influence on his native Bohemia was tremendous. During his life he led the reform movement, and his death occasioned the forma­ tion of the Hussite League. His vernacular writ­ ings helped to shape the Czech language and liter­ ature. To this day the Czechs revere the memory of their great leader.

Outside Bohemia, his influence was naturally less extensive. Luther, though he knew of Hus’s courageous martyrdom, was until 1529 only im­ perfectly acquainted with his theology. In that year he became fully aware of his kinship with Hus and acknowledged it in a letter to Spalatin “We are all Hussites without knowing it."

Some of the aspects in which the Bohemian Reformation differed from the German Refor­ mation may account in part for the smaller degree of success which the former movement exper­ ienced. Hus grew up in a divide’d church which longed for unity and would therefore more readily trample down anyone who dared to assume the inevitably divisive role of a reformer.

In situations where political influences could be decisive, Hus’s secular support was less reliable than Luther's. Finally, his piecemeal approach to manifestly abusive practices did not reach the heart of the problem that plagued the Catholic Church at every level.

Comparing Hus with Luther in this way, we may regret the fact that Hus’s endeavors stopped short of a thorough espousal of “justification by faith” as the basic reforming principle, or that he deliberately rejected the concept of Sola Scripturn in its purest form. Nevertheless, we ought to be grateful with Luther for the great strides which Hus made toward the recovery of the Truth.

JOEL FREDRICH

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He knows his own streets, but no one else's.

One time lie strayed outside but lie's back now.

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Sad eyes stare out through the Cyclone fence (minimal protection, what with the children and all) at clowns, balloon-and-popcorn men, womenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s tilted sun hats.

Across forgotten meadows legs once bounded, hoofs once pounded, the bright-eyed beast lived once.. .Now, shuffling over grey concrete formerly fleet feet support the weight of death; their studied clop-clop buried beneath children's voices and noises of men in crowds.

Forgotten of old the call of heron and hawk, aroma of fresh air, lush feel of green.

(Well, the zoo is for us, not them.)

But why must we be us?

The Cyclone fence makes answer, dumb, as it sifts the sunbeams slowly through its thatch of wire, and patterns them on the spiritless now curled for sleep on its concrete bed.

A young will broken is destroyed for life.

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«jomecoming, that bright light in the gloomy JLAsky of the fall social calendar, has once again come and gone. Festive though that day was, all was not happiness and smiles at Northwestern.

Some were disappointed that the pep rally lasted only 5Vz hours, others were heartbroken when the Trojans lost to archrival Marathon (as the Homecoming Queen coyly re-christened that bastion of born-again Baptists), and Java was em­ bittered when his two dates shut him down be­ cause of his religion. A happy day, and yet so sad.

That same weekend brought the Black and Red back into the public spotlight. There was criticism by some subscribers that there was a lack of overall balance in that issue of the Black and Red. For instance, the point was raised that Alaska received three pages of coverage while other states were mentioned only in passing in the Alumni Column. Furor subsided when Carl Springer promised an upcoming article entitled, “Wisconsin: The Dairy State.”

But there were other objections. A valid claim was raised, I feel, by some who accused the Black and Red of becoming too intellectual for the average student. I couldn’t agree more! This magazine is for you, the student, no matter what you’ve heard. To determine whether my position had support in the general student body, I decided to conduct a small poll. Here are the results:

HOW WOULD YOU SUGGEST IMPROVING THE BLACK AND RED? Scudley Heard: “Yes.” Rog Neumann: “Put Java on the staff.”

Java: “Put me on the staff. I tried once to get an article on Outward Bound printed in the B & R, but Springer told me that such a com­ plex subject deserved more than one para­ graph to explain it.”

Mark Guthmiller: “I think Don Piepcr should write an explanation of his poetry and put it upside down at the bottom of the page so you can’t cheat when you’re trying to figure out what he really means.”

Also included in my survey was a poll on the top five reading materials of the NWC student.

Here are the winners: 1. The Black and Red 2. Coburg Hall room directory 3. Lenski’s N T. Commentary* 4. Junior Northwestern* Tied in the voting Speaking of campus publications, I feel that the Northwester^ College Handbook has received some undue criticism in the past. As a matter of fact, this handy guide for the NWC family has probably suffered more scathing and pernicious attacks than any other campus publication (with the possible exception of Dean Lindemann’s newsletter and the last issue of the Black and Red). Some have even gone so far as to refer to the Handbook as the Jokebook. The reasons for this discontent with the Joke-1 mean—Handbook stem from the general unfamiliarity with some of the more obscure rules and advice it contains, and these statements of policy often reveal the Handbook’s true character. A little digging turned up a few of these references that we, as conscien­ tious students, should all bear in mind:

DO YOU FEEL THAT THE B & R HAS BE­ COME TOO INTELLECTUAL? Doug Lange: “I’m still looking for a jimmy to translate the last cover.”

Jim Pope: “Don’t ask me. I still read the Hornet. ” WHAT ASPECTS OF THE BLACK AND RED, IF ANY, ARE TOO ADVANCED? Prof. Plitzuweit: “I don’t understand the modem poetry.”

Dave Kolander: “I don’t understand the Alumni column.”

Mark Barenz: “I don’t understand the question.”

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“Students.. .may not leave the campus or lake part in any activity which is school-oriented or otherwise.” (p. 3) “No breakfast will be served.. .during the noon recess.” (p. 4) “If a student is off campus.. .he is expected to telephone the Dean of Men. informing him of the circumstances.” (p. 4) “Students are asked to use their cuts.” (p. 5) “Morning chapel services are conduct­ ed. . .each Wednesday evening (except during Advent and Lent) by the Deans.” (p. 6) “The occupants of each room. . .should be. . .regular.” (p. 7) “In the interest of cleanliness and health, stu­ dents are not allowed. . .into the dormitory.”

(P- 7) “To avoid offense.. .students are not per­ mitted. . .to change the top drawers of the dressers.” (p. 8) “The faculty has chosen.. .to encourage students to. . .disregard. . .professors.” (p. 11) “In no case should a student leave the dorm in the evening.” (p. 1 2) “Meals are. . .not allowed in the cafeteria.”

(P. 12) "May I have seconds if I'm hungry?" “Yes you may!” (p. 13) “Do not. . .remove the gum from the tables and chairs.. .There can be no exception to this regulation.. .Infraction may lead to expulsion from the dormitory or from the college.” (p. 15) “Normally, women are not permitted in.. .the first floor guest lounges.” (p. 15) “Students are not permitted to study. . .un­ less they are entertaining guests.” (p. 16) “Do not play ball.. .anywhere.” (p. 16) “Freshmen are advised not to work." (p. 19) “For between meal and evening snacks. . .the canteens also carry a number of toilet articles.”

(P- 19) “Seniors may not leave.. .after graduation.”

(P- 21) Seniors. . .must be kept in the basement of the Wittenberg dormitory.” (p. 21) Certain members of the faculty. . .may be brought to the Dean for counsel.” (p. 22) Dormitory students using their cars. . .may be expelled from the dormitory.” (p. 24) Eligibility rules apply to cheerleading.”

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long ago.”

ON RELIGION “The organist should not use the church service to expose himself to the congrega­ tion.”

ON LIFE “When you’re married, you’re married a long time.”

“You're nobody around here unless you own your own gym.”

ON MOTIVATION “This is the hardest test you’ll ever take in college.”

“Are you taking English next semester, or some easy courses?”

ON THE ARTS “If I never hear that again it’ll be too long.”

“It doesn’t matter what the artist thinks; he’s dead.”

“Either you’re in band or you’re not."

ON PRAGMATISM “If you can’t teach a dog to play checkers, well then there’s no sense playing with him.”

“I’m a practical person. I go to concerts now and then.”

ON THOUGHT “Is two equal to four? Well, is it?”

“This isn’t a theory- We think it’s a fact.”

“That’s what you get for throwing ham­ burgers around. You miss the subtleties, and that’s what makes it hard.”

“Why did I take off six points when only four were possible? I took four off because it was wrong and two because you didn’t have the right answer.”

ON WISDOM “It’s really confusing in here today, isn't it?”

“When will you learn that you're not as tall as you are?”

“Passing through the mountains, we were lucky there was a lot of snow that wasn't there.”

“You’re not here to think.”

“If you have a bag of grapefruit, and each weighs two pounds, how much docs the bag weigh?”

ON EDUCATION “Welcome to Disneyland.”

“Neumann, I can’t see you in the pulpit saying, ‘Amen, and you better know it.’”

“I want you all to watch for the end of this piece. It doesn’t end till it comes to the end.”

“I want you to memorize less and less as this piece goes on.”

ON METAPHYSICS “If something is undefined, then it’s not defined, right?”

“You just think you’re an earthbom creature standing on the earth.”

ON HUMAN NATURE “The people went right out and had a physical riot.”

“I’m glad to see there aren’t any fatties in here.”

“Don’t leave before I take attendance.

There are a lot of absentees present today.”

ON HISTORICAL FACT “If the ancient Romans had driven Ameri­ can cars, the Colosseum would have collapsed

MARK SCHROEDER

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EdiTORiAl November Second Tax returns, Playboy interviews, and low blows proved much more important than foreign policy, welfare status, and MIA’s. Vietnam and Watergate images burned again and again in our late-news eyes. Ford stumbled, Carter grinned.

It hadn’t been the candidates’ fault entirely.

Our friend and foe, mass media, had once again stuck its biased thumb into the pudding. But what a disappointment! Had they gone insane?

Here they were, our agents of liberty and freedom, the media, poking and prodding for the latest story. By manipulating the public, they had alternately lifted and toppled the candidates for our viewing pleasure. Like a carousel, it was only left for us to see who would be sitting on top when the music stopped.

The campaign had left us intellectually dry, but we were bound and determined to have a winner. And it looked like Carter would win. For all the talk of leadership, past performance, and what not, people wanted a change. Maybe the American public had a shortened attention span.

We wake up every four years, blink our eyes, and change the channel. Then we go back to sleep, dreaming of strong men, top hats and muskets. Maybe an occasional Boston Tea Party.

As the day wound to its closing hours, we looked on. The statistics kept pouring in. Whose fault was the low voter turn-out? Ours, we guessed. We, the public, picked Ford, picked Carter. We let the press entertain us. We didn’t demand issues. Mo and Ronnie and Hubert couldn’t convince us. All that was left was to await the inevitable. Tom and I parted with our just deserts: election year ’76.

the night that Gerald Ford lost the election, UTom and I got together for some conversation and crowd reaction. We were quite confident that nobody would win, but that someone would cer­ tainly lose.

It had been that kind of a year. The sociolo­ gists' dream. The painful elaboration of the ob­ vious. It seemed that no one really cared, and why should they? That was only the general reaction, though. Ideal delineations were still there, just muddied by the rhetoric.

The campaign had certainly not been a class affair. But America’s mind had been tapped suc­ cessfully by one Jimmy Carter. Was he the con­ summate politician or the Washington outsider?

Or just a vote-getter? The primary trail had cer­ tainly mowed down the “political” politicians, Udall, Reagan, Humphrey. McCarthy was left, but only by personal choice, not mandate.

Had the American people been duped? Was everyone really interested in personality alone?

The debates? A beauty contest. Should I wear the blue suit and the red tie? Or the vested? Might be more Presidential. And who had prepared more for the debates? That didn’t score well with the American public either. We like our politicians spontaneous, not prepared.

Despite our ideological differences, Tom and I agreed that the Mondale-Dole debate shut the door on Ford. But lo and behold, Dole was wittier, more relaxed, more poised. Could that have won a debate? In election year ’76, apparently, it could. Again the reaction was in­ conclusive.

So we watched as the campaign progressed

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I At the 1976 Homecoming Banquet Pro­ fessor Lloyd Thompson addressed those present in the following words:

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am sorry that we lost our homecoming game today. 1 feel, as a coach, that that is one game a team should never lose. But we did lose, and what I have to say will be said, even though it is harder to say than if we had won.

My first Homecoming Banquet at North­ western was a very impressive one. I had a son here as a Freshman, and I was very proud. Even though 1 had only been on campus a few times, I had heard so many good things about the school, its students, its faculty, its football team.

I had been influenced by such athletic greats as Rich Winter. Bob Mueller, Rich Pankow, Reuel Schulz. LeRoy Dobberstein, Carl Nommensen, Paul Manthey, to name a few. These young men had been assigned to me as assistants in Michigan, and the old Northwestern Spirit just seemed to rub off. Now I was experiencing it first-hand at my first Athletic Banquet. I just knew that Northwestern was a great place.

It was at this banquet that Coach Umnus in his speech was quite concerned about many of the schools they were playing. Recruitment was hitting its peak, and some of the schools North­ western played in the past were now getting to the point where it was almost dangerous to play them. It was a real problem. Since then we have overcome that situation. We now belong to a conference whose constitution states that re­ cruiting is illegal, at least recruiting where money is involved. We have solved that problem.

I feel that we now have another problem, and this evening I would like to share it with you in all sincerity. I hope that you parents will talk this over with your children. I hope that you students will think seriously about this problem and what it could do to Northwestern. I would urge all the teachers to first of all realize that we do have a problem and to make whatever attempts you can to solve it. If it does not appear a prob­ lem to you, I still would appreciate your listening.

I would appreciate your concern. I AM CON­ CERNED.

Northwestern has always been famous for its spirit, not only on the football field, but all through the student body. However, it seems that the dedication, the self-discipline, the loyalty, the attitude towards football, towards the school, towards the faculty, towards other students seems to be gradually going downhill. “Not until we gain a victory will we yield” just doesn’t really mean that much anymore. I feel there are several reasons for this.

One may be our present society. We blame a lot on our today’s society, but we don’t do much about it. “I can do my thing.” “I will do it my way.” “Why me?” “I don't feel like it.” “Give me reasons why.” “We don’t need rules.” “Don’t you trust us?” I feel that this attitude is reflect­ ed by some of our student body, by some of the football team and also in our social life. It is not necessary for a player to go to a pep rally any­ more, even if it’s put on for him. It’s not neces­ sary to go to a football game. And if I do go, it’s not necessary that I yell. Some say that pep rallies are not all that good anymore. How much dirt can we put into the rally and still get away with it? Were all of the floats that you saw today indicative of a real Northwestern spirit? How many students helped in the preparations?

The declining Northwestern spirit I feel has been reflected in the past few years by a very poor and lackadaisical attitude by some athletes towards training rules, especially in regard to al­ coholic beverages. We can blame that onto our society also; the government did lower the drink­ ing age. TV commercials have made drinking commonplace. Some pro athletes set bad ex­ amples. To violate training rules and to feel that nothing wrong has been done, is common. Selfdiscipline by some of our athletes just isn’t prac­ ticed anymore. Just the opposite attitude exists.

What can I get away with without being caught?

Encouraging others to violate rules is common by some. Discipline is still a very necessary part of any sport, if you intend to be good at it. That 78

Are we putting the best construction on everything? Are we making every attempt to hold the name of Northwestern high, higher than Maranatha, or Dr. Martin Luther College, or any other educational institution? Are we dedicated enough to give everything for the team? Does the word sacrifice really mean anything to us? Can we take a loss and turn it into something good, or do we have to go out and drown our sorrow? Can we take a setback in our school without blaming something or somebody for it? Arc we learning lessons here today, or are we making excuses that may someday carry over into the ministry? Does the word loyalty have any meaning in our student body?

I love Northwestern. I believe that it’s the greatest of schools, and I want to keep it that way. If I have been at fault for some of this de­ clining spirit, I will make every attempt to see that it doesn't happen again. What about you as a student body, what about you as members of the football team, you parents, alumni and faculty?

Can we make a better Northwestern? Let's all work together for a bigger, a greater, a better Northwestern. Let's yell with pride-

means discipline on the Held as well as off the field. Maybe it has been reflected in our success the past few years. We had a tremendous amount of talent assembled last year on our football team. Could we have done better than a 5-3 record? What about our basketball team last year? Can we do something about these situa­ tions, or do we have to live with them?

Another area where I feel some poor attitudes about Northwestern arc reflected is in the Black ami Red, Three pages can be devoted to the Milwaukee Bucks and one half page to our foot­ ball team. If a student did not attend any of our games but did read the Black and Red, he would know more about the Bucks than he would about the Trojans. Is this the right approach? How many compliments or pats on the back have you read in the Black and Red. compared to the num­ ber of gripes, humorous ridicule of faculty, stu­ dents. and school. I would like to underline the word school. I am concerned about things that are said about OUR school. Dare we tell a pro­ fessor, a student, a coach, the chef, the dean, a tutor, that, maybe, once in awhile, they did at least one good thing? Is our school all that bad?

Have some of our comments hurt our enroll­ ment? Do we really believe It’s not what our school can do for us, but what we can do for our school?

Damage to property, a goal post, driving on the athletic field and on the campus lawns, using the property for garbage disposal, dismantling the scoreboard, purposely damaging the game rooms and equipment, is this showing respect? To ridi­ cule the staff, to make fun of an honest attempt to keep our facilities in better shape than anyone else s. does not show respect for our school.

Cheer for old Northwesternliver strong and true; Hail to thee Northwestern, We will cheer for you.

Onward, old Northwestern, Tear right down that field.

NOT UNTIL WE GAIN A VICTORY WILL WE YIELD! COACH L. THOMPSON

Is Spirit Dead ? rollment at NWC. Even more of a sensation was created when investigation revealed that the trend was likely to continue for the next two or three years. The shock waves spread throughout the synod in the pages of the Northwestern Lutheran.

Alumni and others who had been taken aback by this development began to search for reasons and causes. Then some anonymous soul who may very well be unaware of the fact that he started anything, observed that the spirit of the student

f m sure it was a gradual thing, but, as is often Afne ease, a change in attitudes may not be generally recognized until it has reached a nebu­ lous point, when its degree of variation from the past is noticed. There has been a sudden prolifer­ ation ol allegations that school spirit is declining at Northwestern College, and this would indi­ cate that that intangible juncture has been reach­ ed.

This past summer saw grave concern that the upcoming school year would see a decline in en­ 79

body didn't seem to be what it once had been.

The idea gained momentum and became one of the most debated subjects on campus. In rapid succession we saw: a) the football team struggle valiantly but lose to an obviously superior team at Milton; b) a demoralizing homecoming loss to Maranatha; c) an assessment of school spirit by Coach Thompson at the homecoming banquet.

Obviously there is a problem here at NWC. The hours of discussion and debate which have occupied a number of class periods and dormi­ tory bull sessions seem to indicate that concern is widespread enough to demand some sort of action. The question has permeated the atmos­ phere on campus from the Athletic Director and the Dean of Men right through the rank and file of the student body.

It seems important to lay the blame some­ where and to elicit at least an admission of guilt or apology. Our human impulses take over, and the instinctive reaction to criticism is self-defense and counteraccusation. Especially in the heat of emotion, the ability to accept constructive criticism evaporates.

If we all would just step back for a moment to catch our collective breath and reevaluate the situation from a somewhat more objective view­ point, if we would only make a conscious effort to rise above the subjective nature of most of the criticism, if we would stifle the natural im­ pulse to say "Thee, ” perhaps we would all see quite a bit more of the "Me" in the problem.

That oft-repeated advice to clean up your own back yard has more than a grain of truth and applicability to it. I don’t believe that any one of us is so naive as to believe that he bears none of the guilt. We have all, at one time or another, blown an opportunity to leave a good impression of our school.

But perhaps part of the problem is that we hasten to look for causes before we definitely establish what the problem is. When we hear that school spirit is on the decline, we might do well to ask what school spirit is, before looking for the causes of the “decline.”

It seems that school spirit is frequently linked with athletics in general and football in particu­ lar. People who bemoan the lack of school spirit on campus point to a general lack of enthusiasm on the part of those students who do bother to show up for the games. The athletes themselves are accused of playing without the intensity and spirit needed to win. And the subject of training

rules inevitably arises.

Rather than attempt to explain or justify the actions and attitudes evidenced by the coaches, players, and students, I think we might better expend our efforts in asking whether or not we are measuring school spirit with the proper yardstick. Should school spirit be measured or judged on the basis of student participation in and support of interscholastic athletics?

Granted, athletics always have been an impor­ tant aspect of campus life. The rich tradition which the Trojans have established is ample evidence of that. And no doubt many people have benefited from direct or indirect participation in building that tradition.

However, within the last decade or so there seems to have been a gradual shift in the attitude of the student body toward interscholastic athletics. Without intending or implying any criticism of those who at one time participated in the athletic program, or those who do now, I think we must admit that this change in attitude does reflect a general modification in thought.

The days of swallowing live goldfish and trying to jam fourteen people into a telephone booth are no more. On the whole, students are more reserved and in a sense skeptical. Naturally this shift in attitude affects athletics. Most students are still fans but they’re no longer fanatics.

Let’s examine athletics in the total perspec­ tive of the purpose and objectives of Northwest­ ern College. The college catalogue states: It is the purpose of Northwestern College to serve the needs of the Lutheran Wisconsin Evangelical Synod by assisting in the prepara­ tion of a preaching ministry quali­ fied to proclaim the Word of God faithfully, effectively, and univer­ sally, in accord with the Lutheran Confessions.

Northwestern College considers its fundamental objective to be the preparation of students qualified to enter Wisconsin Lutheran Semi­ nary. It stresses language studies . . .seeks to produce graduates with a well-rounded education, .aims to function as a Christian institution.

Accordingly, it imparts all instruc­ tion and training under the in80

fluence of the Gospel.

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Surely athletics may contribute toward this goal, but can we say that they play a primary role? As the quotation indicated, the heart of this institution is and should always remain the Gospel-based curriculum. Faithfully preparing for and attending classes five days a week with an eye to future service in the ministry is what North­ western College is all about. The profession which, God willing, we will one day enter is a scholarly vocation, and it requires scholarly pre­ paration.

This is not meant to imply that extracurricu­ lar activities have no place at NWC. They most certainly do. Book knowledge alone will never produce a competent minister. A good clergyman must also be able to deal with people and handle social inter-relationships. It has been said that a good pastor should know a little bit about every­ thing. So we strive for a “well-rounded educa­ tion” at NWC. Bearing this in mind, faculty and students have established a number of extracurricular or­ ganizations on campus. In addition to inter­ scholastic and intramural athletics, we have musi­ cal, dramatic, and journalistic organizations.

Each can be of benefit to the student.

Without going into a detailed analysis of what each particular organization has to offer the stu­ dent, I think we can establish something of a perspective, an ordering of priorities, if you will.

The application which can be made of the skills acquired in dramatics, journalism or music is at least equal to what is gained from interscholastic athletics. In this light can we justify the time and money spent on athletics? Should the budget for extracurricular athletic activities be approximate­ ly triple that for the music, drama, and journalism societies combined?

Another comparison which seems to shed some light on our priorities is the recognition which is granted to the athlete as opposed to the student who participates in one of these other extracurricular activities. Aside from local press coverage, there are the plaques prominently mounted in the lobby of the gymnasium for var­ ious individual awards. Are there more than a dozen people on campus, not to mention alumni, who know who won the Dr. Ott awards last spring?

The point is not that what is done for athlet­ ics is necessarily excessive in itself, but viewed in

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and Hebrew, requiring 153 credits to earn a BA, sharing campus with the Preparatory School, the conspicuous absence of female students, the pros­ pect of a profession which provides a moderate wage-this is not the most popular way to stimu­ late enrollment in our contemporary academic climate. God forbid that we should compromise our principles in an effort to encourage growth.

I feel that there is still plenty of school spirit here at Northwestern. It is no longer directed as much toward athletics as it once was, but it is still very much present and alive. With a little more stimulation and encouragement, the new avenues into which student energies have been directed could easily blossom into thriving organ­ izations which display even more conspicuously the spirit which some observers have been over­ looking lately.

But in the final analysis, the spirit displayed at any or all of our campus activities is only a reflection of the true spirit of Northwestern College. However dim that reflection may appear, the fact is that the true spirit of Northwestern is embodied in and symbolized by the student who faithfully dedicates himself to his studies. This spirit is still shining brightly at Northwestern College.

a broader context it does raise questions. But even beyond the comparison of extracurricular organizations with each other, we can see where these activities fit into the total perspective of this institution.

When we consider that the primary reason for Northwestern College’s existence is to educate the student body in preparation for the ministry, can we expect to get an accurate reading of student attitudes by looking only at football or at the athletic program? Does a decline in en­ thusiasm and support for the Trojans necessarily indicate that school spirit is disintegrating? Or has it only been redirected?

Because of its unique position within the synod, Northwestern is bound to be the object of much criticism. But the alumni and laymen who point out what they see as deficiencies do so be­ cause they are interested and concerned about NWC. They bear no malice; they are not seeking to discredit and destroy our school. They want to maintain and continue to improve Northwestern.

So it is understandable that a decline in enroll­ ment will cause a stir, especially in the wake of a major building project.

But let’s not be too quick to disregard the possibility that this may also be an indication of something good. Required subjects like Greek

MICHAEL ALBRECHT

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Bad* Roads of tl>e Biacl* & Red rrihe recent flood of concern about “spirit” at Northwestern has prompted more than a few of our Alma Mater’s friends and alumni to recall wistfully the halcyon days of their college years. It seems that a different attitude pre­ vailed in the past, an attitude of near euphoric contentedness with life at NWC. Students commited themselves to their studies and dedicated their college years to the betterment of North­ western. And on crisp autumn Saturdays you could see them all out at the gridiron, cheering the “11” on to victory and whooping up a storm that proved, not only to their fellows out on the field, but to all the world, that Northwestern was

Number 1 with them.

Perhaps no one captured this wonderfully satisfied feeling as accurately as a man to whom we at Northwestern owe a great deal. Not only did he generously contribute articles and poetry to the B & R of his day (which he also edited), but he went on to become a learned and ambitious Greek professor working within the Northwestern family. It’s beyond dispute that, al­ though he was only a Junior back in 1957, Jerald Plitzuwcit nevertheless had the clear in­ sight that was required to author a positive statement of just what school at Northwestern meant to the students at that time. Let’s listen 82

to what he had to say.

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The signs of fall are everywhere.

That tangy crispness in the air.

And flocks of geese, while winging by, Are outlined in the blue fall sky.

The campus changes colors too, From shades of green to reddish hue, As maples, oaks, and elms prepare To front the freezing winter air.

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Now football reigns as king supreme With everyone behind the team.

The cheers and yells cause quite a din.

With such support, the team will win.

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One must attend the classes too And hear all lectures, old and new.

The halls are thronged; the bolls are rung, For autumn’s here and school’s begun.

JOE and PHYLLIS WALDOCH, Jr.

“Fall Fever" can be an inspiration for us all to turn our energies again toward the good things Northwestern has to offer. Its lucid poetic style packs a hearty punch that hits home with rocksolid rhyming couplets that never once stray from the iambic tetrameter. (If you don’t believe me, try singing it to the tune Old Hundredth-it works!) It conjures up images of autumn days here at college. These are timeless and unequiv­ ocal statements that defy ambiguous interpreta­ tion. There’s no mistaking Jerald Plitzuweit.

In times of introspection and soul searching like these, it is necessary to cut through all the rhetoric and get to the heart of matters, to find, if you will, a touchstone for reality. “Fall Fever" is just such a touchstone.

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advice to students, while perusing Volume XI of the Black and Red (1908). Even though the language is somewhat archaic, the message comes across those 68 years in full force, and with the kind of admonition we can actually take to heart.

drops in, jolly him. Tell him this is the greatest place on earth. Cheer your football team, even in defeat as in vic­ tory. Don't call your college publication “trash;” to a great extent it is your representative in the scholastic world.

If it interests and pleases you, tell others; if not, tell us. There is no end of fun in minding your own business. Try

Don't be a knocker. Hide your little hammer and try to speak well of others, no matter how small you may really know yourself to be. When a stranger

it.

TERRY LAABS

Poetry THE JESTER “My lady wishes a pretty gift— of late she’s sad and blue.

My lady gets what lady wants.

She asks a gift of you.”

The jester wagged his weighty head, then with a wink dashed out, and moments later, at the door, “Poor jester shakes without!”

The jester shook before the king; his pantaloons fell down.

Dismayed at dearth of belly-laughs, he put his coxcomb on.

He entered stooped, bent cane in hand, his gray cloak for a beard.

He drew a twig from tattered purse and at the queen he peered.

The queen was lying in her room, four matrons by her bed. vThe child within her kicked and squirmed beneath the ermine spread.

“My lady, I have dreamed deep dreams that last a lifetime long.

And I will tell you what I saw, since you demand sv'eet song.

She moaned and wailed and cursed the day she first approached the throne, found fault with hearth and purple drapes, reviled her winter home.

“Your face is wrinkled with the years; perfume becomes a grave.

The children in your womb, once cursed, alone your memory save.

The jester peeped through gaping door, stalked in quite cautiously.

Amid cold stares he meekly said, “My lady called for me?”

“They play in meadows grown green with spring, sew hearts upon their sleeves.

Each day they lpve and gladly beardead twigs bring forth live leaves.”

“I summoned you, for well I know the jester’s wily art, your frivolity and glittering gifts, round phrases that soothe the heart.

“Enough!” cried the queen in fits of rage.

“I have suffered more than my share.

I ordered this wretch to prate a song, yet hear this doleful air.”

“Now pare your wits; give me a gift, like never a gift has been.

Fool, give me words of honied joy.

Make me forget my pain.”

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She had the jester bound and gagged.

He was hanged at a tender age, mid-winter’s proof to the response of narrow patronage.

DON PIEPER

Single-Term Presidency first-term presidents like to do, he must devote a good share of his time and energy in the last eighteen months of his term to his campaign.

Though this is oversimplified, one can see that a typical first term President operates at peak efficiency only during the two-year period after his adjustment and before the next election.

The six-year one-term Presidency is, among other things, a suggestion designed to help keep the White House filled with men who are able to devote themselves completely to serving their country. Under this proposal, the tenure of each President would be six years instead of four or eight, and no man could ever be elected to the office more than once.

* s our attention turns again toward the office Aof the Presidency in this election year, it seems an appropriate time for Americans to ask themselves the question. “Is it in the best inter­ ests of America to elect a man to a Presidential term of four years and then allow him to run for reelection once?" For many years now', a topic which has commonly been used as grist for undergraduate debating societies is the idea of a single six-year term for our country's President.

Needless to say. such a speculative subject has drawn out more than its share of verbosity among those who wish to improve their skill in debating.

However, when one examines the benefits which could be obtained from such a system together with the support which this proposal has had over the years, one can't help but conclude that this is a suggestion which should be seriously considered and discussed by all Americans.

Benefits of a One-Term Presidency One of the advantages in having a one-term Presidency would be that the President, since he couldn’t be reelected, would be at least somewhat removed from the world of politics. Certainly, he would still play a vital role in unifying his party and in strengthening his party's position in Congress, but he would not have the threat of being voted out of office hanging over his head. As it stands now, our presidents, at least in their first terms, must be concerned about their own politi­ cal standing, and often use their power for political ends. Anyone who has read Jeb Magruder’s An American Life or material about the two years preceding the 1972 election, can’t help but notice how completely Nixon’s actions were dominated by the thought of his reelection bid. It got to the point that even the maneuvers in the Vietnam War were in part directed by Nixon's constant questioning, “Will it help me in the election or hurt me?” In a 1973 column, William F. Buckley, Jr., observed that reelection “becomes a compulsion. All of reality is sub­ sumed to that goal.” To some extent, I think, everyone iealizes that this is true. If a President intends to run for reelection, naturally he will use the power which he has as President to im­ prove his own political standing. On the other

Background At the Constitutional Convention of 1787, it was. agreed that the term of the Chief Executive should be four years. Partly because of the im­ posing figure of George Washington, who every­ one realized would be the first Chief Executive, it was also agreed that a President could be re­ elected to office as often as the people wanted.

Washington himself, however, put an unwritten limitation on this provision by refusing to run for a third term, and this principle was followed with­ out exception until Franklin Roosevelt and the elections of 1940 and 1944. It was in reaction to these elections that the 22nd Amendment was passed in 1951, officially stating that no man could be elected to the office of the Presidency more than twice.

With this in mind, and while also considering how the duties of the Presidency have multiplied over the decades, one can see a definite problem.

Now a new President must spend his first six months in setting up his staff and becoming ac­ customed to Presidential responsibilities. If he then decides to run for reelection, as almost all 85

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hand, a President who could not be reelected would be much more likely to make decisions on the basis of what he believed to be right for America. He would not necessarily be controlled by his party's policy or by the Gallup Poll.

Closely related to this point is the fact that a President who couldn’t be reelected would be less involved in the political warfare which is the result of partisan politics. There has been abundant criticism of every President, and this criticism, when it is constructive, is beneficial.

However, since our government revolves around two political parties which have supposedly ir­ reconcilable differences, much of the criticism leveled against Presidents must be termed destruc­ tive.

Many of the chief critics of a President are Congressmen who either intend to run against the man or back a friend against him in an upcoming election. For example, if a first-term President of one party happens to be in office, it automati­ cally seems to become the responsibility of all members of the opposing party to criticize that man in every way possible in order to shake his popularity among the people. Maybe a President who obviously will run for reelection becomes more of an opponent than a leader in the eyes of the opposing party. Certainly, a one-term Presi­ dency would not eliminate this problem. Howevery, it might reduce the amount of criticism leveled against a President as a political opponent, and perhaps restore a more positive air to Wash­ ington.

Finally, a one-term Presidency would keep the eyes of a president focused on the problems of the country for the entire length of his term.

Everyone realizes that the Presidency has grown to be a position which demands all his time and energy. Yet, whenever a President decides to run for reelection, in the twelve to eighteen months prior to the election, he must be concerned with planning, executing, and participating in a campaign. As we’ve watched the Presidential seal travel from coast to coast this summer and fall, we can’t help but wonder what is happening to the paperwork in the Oval Office. A one-term Presidency would not allow the President’s time and energy to be diverted from the duties of governing to the duties of campaigning. Without a campaign to worry about, a President could keep his office running at peak efficiency until the next chief executive would be sworn in.

Six years has often been recommended as the ideal length for the Presidential term, because it takes approximately six years to put a substan­ tive Federal program into effect. When a man en­ ters the Presidency for the first time, he must gather together a staff and get his machinery functioning. He must formulate his legislative program, present it to the legislature, see to it that it is passed, and finally test it in operation.

In our complicated democracy, this is a process which cannot be accomplished in just four years.

One area where this is especially evident is in our nation’s finances. If a President sits down and draws up a new federal budget on his first day in office, the budget won’t be operational until the last six months of his second year and the first six months of his third year. Even then, this bud­ get will represent expenditures from years before he was elected. Consequently, any President who wishes to significantly shift the expenditure of our Federal resources is faced with an impossible dream if he is limited to one four-year term. On the other hand, with a six-year time period, a President would not have to fear being cut short by the complexities of the Federal Government.

A six-year term would enable almost any Presi­ dent to carry out his major programs to their completion.

Besides this, when one considers all the stress­ es and strains, the problems and pressures of the Presidency, he is led to conclude that perhaps six years is long enough for any man to spend in such an office merely for health considerations.

Photographs of Lyndon Johnson before he was President and afterwards, show the effects of his six years in the Presidency. Likewise, Richard Nixon appeared to have aged at least fifteen years during his six years as President. For no other reason than the health of those who serve as our Presidents, six years is the reasonable maximum for any one man to serve in that capacity.

Support Surprisingly enough, it was at the Constitu­ tional Convention of 1787 that a proposal very similar to the one mentioned here was first aired and discussed. Even more surprisingly, it was passed! On June 2, 1787, a motion was made to make the Chief Executive ineligible for reelection 86

legislation providing for the six-year term, and in 1913 the Senate passed a similar bill. On all these occasions, though, no action was taken by the other body.

Finally, many Presidents themselves have spoken up in favor of the six-year, single-term idea. These Presidents include Jefferson, Jackson, William Harrison, Polk, Buchanan, Hayes, Cleve­ land, Taft, and Lyndon Johnson. Thomas Jeffer­ son originally thought that seven years was the ideal length of time for a President to be in of­ fice, and after his own tenure he felt that eight years might even be better. President Taft once summed up the philosophy of these men by stating, “I am strongly inclined to the view that it would have been a wiser provision.. .to make the term of the President six or seven years and render him ineligible thereafter.”

To be sure, a six-year one-term Presidency won’t solve all of our nation’s problems; it is no panacea for our country’s ills. Yet it does seem to offer many benefits. Besides this, it is a concept which, as William Buckley, Jr., related in a December 1975 column, is “currently advancing in speeches around the country.” It is, therefore, something which truly warrants our considera­ tion and evaluation.

alter serving a term of seven years and this motion was carried by a vote of 7-2. This decision was reaffirmed on July 26. 1787 when the Con­ vention voted 7-3 to carry the motion that “the Executive be appointed for seven years and be ineligible for a second term.” Though the issue of Executive election stirred up heated debate throughout the Convention, it wasn't until the waning moments that the delegates began to ex­ press favor for a four-year term with unrestricted reelection. Again, George Washington was in the chairman's seat and many present were in favor of a strong Presidency. On September 15 it was finally agreed that the President be chosen by an electoral college for four years, with no limita­ tion imposed on re-eligibility.

Ten years after the adoption of the Constitu­ tion, the first proposal to change the length of the Presidential term was introduced in the Congress, and since that time there have been a total of 142 bills seeking to modify the constitutionally prescribed tour-year term. By far the most fre­ quently prescribed change is from four years to six years, with 132 ot the 142 bills prescribing this length. In 46 of the 75 Congresses which have been convened since 1826, six-year term pro­ posals were introduced, some with moderate suc­ cess. Twice the House of Representatives passed

THOMAS NASS

Character of the <£7Vorth The average age of the population is twentythree! These are men who have dreams that they see can be fulfilled, men with a deep desire for individualism.

Their desires and goals are generally uniform.

The bulk of the Alaskans came from the lower 48. They are typical U.S. citizens with the same ancestors and customs. What did Alaska offer that enticed them to forsake their old society and scramble for a new one? The answer is that almost anyone can go farther and faster here than anywhere else in the nation. Good reporters be­ come editors ten years ahead of time, young law­ yers reach the top of the heap in a single step, new doctors are accepted and overloaded at once.

The call of fortune has found many adher-

CTJ'ar the Northwest lies that last frontier, Alaska. Mountain heaped upon mountain, river joined to river, it is a vast land—a rugged, defiantly indomitable wilderness. Huge areas remain unscathed by man; his only real foothold is on the narrow coastlines. And he is barely in control of these, a small grasp on the whole at best. Penetration inland is possible, but usually short-lived. In the backwoods, even the “old timers” have turned wearily from the relentless trials that beset them.

In a land of such fierce climate and challeng­ ing topography, it is no surprise that the Alaskans themselves are, by necessity, an extraordinary group of people. The typical Alaskan is likely to be a young man, one who has the physical endur­ ance to make it under the severest of conditions.

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ents. Some who have come seeking SlO-an-hour jobs in construction, end up making twice that much as electricians. Others find themselves working with their hands rather than at a desk, but are content with the sizable paycheck that ac­ companies the change. Garbage disposal men make $18,000 a year, city workers $20,000 and skilled laborers far more. For instance, an emer­ gency call for a plumber cost one landlady $85 an hour for a man who couldn’t solve the prob­ lem!

But hold on a moment! You probably envi­ sioned the normal Alaskan wearing a parka, sitting on the ice trying to drag his food up through a hole. You pictured a dark-skinned, black-haired man who delights in rubbing noses.

Well, to a certain degree that is true. Primitive villages still dot the coastline and riverbanks.

Here the natives still do live off the land, hunting and fishing, content with their livelihood. Modern technology has confronted them, maybe changed their lives a little. Perhaps they use a motor on their boats now; perhaps they have rifles to hunt with. But for the most part, the natives of these outlying regions have thrown up a sturdy wall to civilization, saying “no thanks” to American culture. They want to remain part of the land as their ancestors did.

Yet not everyone can withstand the on­ slaught. Change is a way of life for the white Alaskan, and the accompanying impact of change on the state’s native population-the Aleuts, Eskimos and Indians-has been little short of revolutionary. Within a single generation, jet air­ craft has come to a people whose lives had been conditioned by the speed and range of a dog team or reindeer herd. The nuclear age has burst over cultures rooted in the Stone Age. The cash economy has dealt a mortal blow to the subsist­ ence economy and the old ways of living off the land. As a result the Alaskan native is now en­ meshed in so many social, political and economic problems that he doesn’t know which way to turn.

A recent report to the President of the United States by the Federal Field Committee for Development Planning in Alaska declared: “We find the native population surviving on a mixture of subsistence economy supplemented by a few jobs but principally by relief checks.

Housing standards are deplorable and clearly the worst in the nation.” Often I saw natives just sitting in a city park. They seemed lost, as if be-

wildered at their own existence. There were those who lay drunk night after night in the gutter. As with their southern relatives the fire-water takes its toll. They have little physical tolerance for alcohol, and less resistance when it comes to using it. Another check from the government poured down his throat, the native Alaskan wanders down the street. Fancy lights glow distortedly in his inebriated brain. He steadies himself by lean­ ing heavily against a parking meter, yelling ob­ scenities at every car that passes by, cursing the white man for stealing his land. Another bar, another drink, down Fourth Avenue where the action is. He is constantly fighting; fighting the white man, fighting his brother, fighting himself, struggling to get out of the trap that has caught him between two very different cultures.

He needs help! Sure, the government is try­ ing to rectify the injustice by giving natives more money. Great! So now the dark-haired fellow is going to go out and pour his reality down the drain. The easy money buys liquid fire and im­ morality. Money is simply not the solution.

There are those who must think that it is.

Money has become part of the character of the North; wealth has caused many of the problems.

In recent years the economy of Alaska has sky­ rocketed. The modern-day gold rush, known as the Transalaskan Pipeline, has opened up many job opportunities. For those who were lucky enough to be hired, a thousand-dollar paycheck is waiting after every week’s work. Minus seventy degrees, broken hands and fingers cannot stop these young adventurers from getting their hands on that kind of money. Thrill-seekers, you might call them. They love the wild life, whether it’s alone up in the Arctic or on Fourth Avenue.

They cash checks with a passion. Man for man they cash more checks proportionate to total bank deposits than any other group of Ameri­ cans. Big money, that’s their game. And it attracts others too, as the last issue of Time magazine ex­ claims, “Nearly everywhere, prostitutes, con-men and gamblers have swarmed in to help them spend their weekly paychecks.”

I met many people like this during my sum­ mer in Alaska. One fellow was twenty years old.

He owned three cars, two houses, land in Alaska and in Virginia, and was just coming back from a three-month vacation in California. That’s how the pipeline corporation, Alyeska, operates. They send their workers out on the job for nine weeks, then give them some time to recuperate. It is 88

then they look for fun. They have money to bum, money which gives them a careless and selfsufficient attitude.

Many Alaskans subscribe to the notion of “Social Darwinism,” the economic survival of the fittest. Those who have lots of money, have lots of influence. Those who are willing to climb to the top of the totem pole by any means become the former people’s handymen, the kind that stab their mother for a dollar. This is a distressing fact. Crime is on the rise. In Anchorage, robberies are up 100% since 1973; in Fairbanks, 200%.

Hundreds of cars are stolen, the valuable parts

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taken off and then dumped in vacant lots.

“The love of money is the root of all evil,” you may say as you sit back smugly. “That’s what they get for being greedy!” If you haven’t been there, you can probably say this quite calm­ ly. But the temptation is there in Alaska, and few can resist its enticements. In the native’s shoes you might be hard-pressed to act differently.

There is an answer.. .one which is yet in an embryo stage of development. It began in 1967 when Missionary Habben did exploratory work in Anchorage. Today the seed which he planted is blossoming through the work of Pastor Zietlow, Pastor Meier, and Vicar Braun. These men are extending a helping hand to all who seek it. They represent the Wisconsin Lutheran Synod. They represent the Lord Jesus Christ.

Remember the opening paragraph where I stated that man has a very shallow foothold in the “Great Land,” a small grasp of the whole at best? The same holds true for the spiritual Alaska.

We have barely begun to solve some of the prob­ lems there, to save souls from sacrificing them­ selves to the god of riches. Our foothold is a small one. But the Gospel is at work there, and it needs our prayers for support. This is where our money goes, to counter the money of the world.

This is why we study today, to save the souls of tomorrow.

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Lutheran Church in Anchorage is a mission church with approximately 100 communicants. It has grown mightily in the past

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have hindered building projects. But a par­ sonage lias just been constructed, and a chapel is in the making. Exploratory services are be­ ing conducted in the Eagle River-Chugach area this year, in the hopes of opening an­ other mission.

few years. Last year the first WELS Christian Day School in Alaska opened. The church and school facilities are being enlarged. Syndoulos Lutheran Church in Fairbanks also is a mis­ sion church, with some 75 communicants.

There is no church building yet: high prices

MARK WAGNER

Reviews 7;i%e In 1876 one of Gauguin’s canvasses was accepted by the Salon (the national art institute of France) and his painting became more of a full-time endeavor than a part-time hobby, oc­ cupying all of his waking hours not devoted to business. Coached by the “dean” of Impression­ ism, Camille Pissarro, Gauguin exhibited in the fifth and sixth Impressionist shows and received good reviews, but in the seventh his work was dismissed as showing no progress. This was a challenge Gauguin could not resist—and it would change his life from prince to pauper within a few short years.

This was also the beginning of the legend of Gauguin, the man who gave up everything to wander the South Seas, the man who depicted nature and beautiful native girls in seemingly timeless innocence, the man whose colors are so vibrant that they seem to illuminate his canvasses with optimism and contented insight, but in fact the man who died alone, dispirited, disillusioned, and diseased in a shabby hut on the Marquesas Islands in the South Pacific.

The painter’s life obviously turned out to be far less prestigious than Gauguin had viewed it from his office window, and although he did enjoy periodic spurts of good fortune, his lofty ideas never really materialized, leaving him poor for the greater part of his professional life in art.

There were those, however, who recognized his talent and drew from his original techniques. The later short-lived movement of artists known as the Fauves (foremost among them, Henri Matisse) adopted and incorporated many of Gauguin s

t would have to be considered common know­ ledge that there are desk-bound dreamers in the world. All of us have a special fantasy to which we can escape-a place where our talents are fully appreciated and where our mundane existence is transformed into a life of complete •coirtentment. Unfortunately, reality has a bad habit of dragging us back before we can drift too far off. Among artists, Paul Gauguin challeng­ ed reality, and reality predictably shattered his dreams, leaving him only with an unfulfilled quest for artistic perfection, and leaving us a beautiful array of interesting paintings.

Often called the “civilized savage,” Gauguin threw away a comfortable life and lucrative busi­ ness in pursuit of his fantasy. At the age of 23, after serving six years in the French merchant marine, Gauguin went into a stockbroker’s office in Paris, where he met with almost immediate success. Two years later he married a beautiful Danish girl from a respectable family and was well on the road to an established bourgeois lifestyle.

Encouraged by the interest of a fellow office worker, Gauguin started attending art exhibitions and gradually began a modest collection of pic­ tures. Soon he was spending almost half of his annual salary on his art collection. The growing increase in business prompted the Gauguins to raise a family, and here Gauguin discovered in himself a talent for decorating the house in a somewhat bizarre fashion. He casually amused himself with craft work and woodcutting, which soon gave way to consistent weekends of painting.

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in his mind. The natural forms or realistic shapes were simplified or even at times distorted, and the natural colors exaggerated or arbitrarily changed to convey, emphasize, or even symbolize his ideal—hence the labels “Synthetism” and “Sym­ bolism” are attached to the work of Gauguin.

Until his dying day Gauguin clung tenacious­ ly to his decision to paint. “I shall always hold my head high,” lie said, “proud of my wellearned reputation.” Unfortunately his “wellearned reputation” never quite broke the barriers of public admiration during his lifetime, but his theories went beyond his grave, and in them lie much of the basis for twentieth-century art.

principles and were never ashamed to call him one of their founding fathers.

The origins of Gauguin’s influential style were quite varied, and he borrowed them from many sources; in fact, he often lifted them in­ tact with little pretense of alteration. Among his works there is definite evidence of Japanese, Egyptian, Persian and Western art oftentimes rolled together in a single canvas. But to con­ sider Gauguin a master plagiarist would indeed be a gross misconception; his borrowings were com­ bined with his own artistic vision to produce works of unquestionable originality. Basically, his style was a synthesis of nature with the idea

JOEL LEYRER

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t is well known that Prof. Sullivan takes de­ light in German proverbs. He told me once, “Wenn man hoeflich ist, luegt man.” However, no one has ever accused “LeRoy the Couth”-as Joe Archer put it-of being polite. So then, it is my intention to relate as objectively and reliably as possible the events which have occurred the past few weeks on gridirons, soccer fields, and cross-country courses.

Since football is number one in the hearts of all, it is only right to deal therewith first of all.

This year’s squad has been beset by injuries, and the result has been inconsistency. In a season of peaks and valleys, our opener against a junior college, Concordia Milwaukee, might be consider­ ed Mt. Everest. The Trojans walloped the Fal­ cons 34-8 before a vocal home crowd. The Tro­ jans led 13-0 at half as Jim Nelson and Randy Schoemann each hit pay dirt. This dynamic duo put the game on ice as each scored again in the third period to make the score an insurmountable -7-0. Halfback Nelson carried the pigskin 25 times and rolled up 132 yards for a fat 5.3 aver­ age. Rookie QB Mark Mueller hit on 5 of 8 passes and threw for one TD-a 33-yard strike to slippery little Denny Himm. The defense was sparked by Bill Brassow’s 22-yard interception return as well as aerial thefts by Pete Kiecker and

Dan Gibson, Game Two might aptly be termed Death Valley. Both NVVC and Milton entered the game undefeated, but the Wildcats emerged victorious with a convincing 35-0 triumph. Freshman Dave Mascotti scored first on a 7-yard run to give Milton a 7-0 lead in the second quarter. Up until then it had been a close match. Doug Free kept us in the game by getting off several good punts, despite a fierce Wildcat rush. But Mascotti really put the Trojans in a hole as he erupted for a 48-yard TD run. Any number of Trojans had a shot at the tackle, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Mascotti scored two more TD’s in the second half as the Wildcats took full advantage of the excellent field position they were given by their defense. That defense held NWC to 3 First downs, 2 via the penalty route—Milton was penal­ ized 12 times for 122 yards, NWC 5 for 55. The Trojans’ total offense was a pitiful 32 yards, whereas Milton gained 335 yards. Mascotti was the workhorse, gaining 182 yards on 27 tries, a 6.7 average gain. One bright point was the Tro­ jans' secondary. Brassow returned an interception 31 yards, Dave Voss had one of 25 yards, and Jim Adomeit rolled along 12 yards with his theft.

Dave Kolander had 6 tackles and 6 assists to his credit.

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It was back to Mt. McKinley as the Trojans thrashed Concordia St. Paul 21-3, although the final score is no indication of how intense the game really was. The Trojans led early 7-0 after Tim Lindloff returned an interception 20 yards for a TD. Throughout the first half the Trojans' offense resembled a tuckered-out '63 VW. None­ theless the Trojans' big red line rose to the oc­ casion and shut out Concordia until Dennis Will connected on a 37-yard field goal in the third quarter. Neither team could get together a sus­ tained drive until the Trojans roused themselves from the doldrums and scored late in the fourth quarter on a 3-yard run by Schoemann.

Schoemann put icing on the cake as he lumbered 40 yards for another score just before time ran out. Defensive stalwarts included Larry Pontel, who had 9 tackles and 5 assists, while Seelhoff had 9 and 3, respectively.

The Shenandoah Valley is a panoramic site, but l can't say as much for Watertown, WI on Homecoming Day, October 2, 1976. It has gone down in my “Tagebuch" as a catastrophe second only to Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941. The Crusaders from Maranatha Baptist Bible College jumped ahead 14-0 and looked strong doing it.

QB Rapson’s 35-yard scoring pass to Borchardt, and Snare's one-yard burst accounted for the early lead. However, the momentum changed in mercurial fashion, and the second stanza belonged to the Trojans. An unsung hero all year, slot back Keith Free went up the middle on a 40 reverse and danced into the end zone from the 44 yard line. On their next possession the Trojans’ line carried out their blocks faithfully, and Keith went 29 yards for another TD. The extra point failed, but NWC trailed only 14-13 at half.

The Crusaders came out and established them­ selves in the second half. They shut off the Tro­ jans’ attack and scored two TD’s to grab a 28-13 lead. Five turnovers seriously hurt any chances NWC had offensively. But none of the Trojans ever gave up. On a drive in the final quarter, I saw Jim Mattek make two of the best catches I have ever witnessed. His first snag came on a crucial fourth down deep in Crusader territory and the second catch was a diving grab of Mueller’s 13-yarder in the comer of the end zone.

And what is more, Mattek had performed all day with an aching shoulder.

Keith Free ended the day with 113 yards in only 6 attempts. His sidekick and “Bruder” Doug completed his only pass for 14 yards, caught 3

passes for 44 yards, rushed once for 8 yards, averaged over 36 yards on 4 punts, and, whew!, ran a kickoff back 15 yards. Defensively, Gibson, Brassow, and Kolander picked off errant Crusader passes, and in addition Kolander came up with 13 solo tackles and 6 assists. Larry Pontcl con­ tributed 6 and 4 respectively.

The Ohio River Valley is no place to be, come flood time. But that’s about how the Trojans felt in the fourth quarter when namesake North­ western of Roseville swamped them with four quick TD's and a 36-3 thrashing. The game was a defensive struggle for 45 minutes, with Rose­ ville ahead 7-3 going into the last quarter, Mark Gronski, who returned the opening kickoff 90 yards for a TD, scored twice on runs of 4 and 27 yards. The chances were there to win, but the op­ portunistic Eagles just plain outhustlcd the Tro­ jans. Gronski ended the day with 108 yards in 24 carries, while NVVC’s Jim Nelson compiled 78 in 16 tries. Defensively, Ross Ulrich, Brassow, and Steve Schlicht intercepted passes, and Kolander, who plays in the middle on a 4-3 defense, totaled 8 solo tackles and 4 assists.

One can see a long way from Mount Rcvelstoke and even with the naked eye, it's not hard to see who’s the best in the West. The Trojans spoiled the Lancers’ homecoming with a 16-6 conquest last weekend. Unfortunately I forgot my abacus in Watertown, yet it was quite easy to see that this crowd was by far our largest.

Cheers were led by Don Scheuerlein and Co. as Mueller put the Trojans on the board with a 7-yard QB sweep. The Trojans’ defense stopped everything DMLC threw at them, and Tim Lindloffs 35-yard field goal gave NWC a 9-0 lead at half. The Trojans’ only score in the second half came at once when Nate Radtke returned the kickoff 95 yards for a 16-0 lead. Thereafter neither team came up with any sustained drives until Mulinix took a pass from Bartholomew and turned it into a 38-yard TD reception. All told, Mulinix had 128 yards on 18 tries, and Nelson had 90 on 15 attempts for NWC. In total offense, NWC had 328 to DMLC’s 286. Mark Voss and Kolander had 8 tackles apiece, and Jerry Ewings and Brassow had 7 each. Lindloff had two inter­ ceptions, while Mark Voss, Dave Voss, and Brassow had one each.

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In spite of the man-power shortage-down to six members from nine in ’75-the cross-country team this year is doing even better than last year. The team added Joel Suckow and Steve Witte from the Frosh class. Steve Steiner, a Senior, was not out last year but has given the team a boost this year. Paul Mueller and Richard Frost ran last year and have continued to shave time off their Finishes. The highlight of the season has been Larry Gierach, who has won three in­ vitational and taken third and fifth in two others. In fact, only UW-Milwaukee and Illinois Benedictine have runners who have beaten Gierach up to now.

The Trojan harriers placed third at the Waukesha Tech Institute Invitational. Gierach finished first in 20:55. Mueller was thirteenth in 23:13. Milwaukee Tech and Carroll finished 1-2 in team scoring. On September 18 the Trojans hosted six other teams out at Aztalan and came in fourth. UW-Milwaukee captured first place with 26 points, while MATC and Carroll Finished 2-3.

Gierach placed fifth at 21:32, only 21 seconds behind winner John Melnick of UW-M. A week later the Trojans Finished fourth in the Madison Tech Invitational. Milwaukee Tech with 40, Carroll with 53, and Lawrence with 78 finished before NWC, who came up with 107 points in team scoring. Gierach ran the five miles of gently rolling terrain in 26:33 to capture first place. Mueller at 28:28 came in eighteenth and Steiner was twenty-fifth at 29:04. On Friday, October 1, the Trojans easily outdistanced Rich­ land, Fox Valley, Medford, Southwest Tech, and Baraboo to finish first. Gierach took first in 22:40, Mueller third in 23:43, Steiner fifth in 24:33, Frost eighth in 26:26, and Witte tenth in 27:01. Stiffer competition awaited the Trojans in the Beloit College Homecoming Invitational.

Illinois Benedictine came in first with 58 points, while NWC was seventh with 148, only 13 more than fifth-place finisher St. Norbert. Gierach ran the five mile course in 27:26, only ten seconds behind winner Don Hickman of IBC. On October 14 NWC traveled to Lakeland and came home smelling like a rose. Gierach took first, as is his custom, running the four mile course in 22:15. Steiner was second at 24:01, Mueller third at 24:37, Frost fourth at 25:00, and Suckow ninth at 25:56. And the Trojans took first in a meet with Lakeland and Holy Redeemer.

Now I think that’s something worth crowing about, don’t you?

that this too will change in time. Whatever the reason for the meager attendance at matches, it hasn’t affected our team’s performance in the least. Currently Bruce MarggraFs kickers are sporting a respectable 3-2 record. Back on Sep­ tember 11 Holy Redeemer won 2-1 despite a goal by “Pancho” Tullberg. A week later the scene was Clark Park and the score was 4-3, with Lake­ land coming up on the short end. Speed mer­ chant Keith Bilitz scored all four goals. Carthage tied us 1-1, but word has it that Earl Wales was in­ strumental, unintentionally of course, in the only score Carthage had. An uninspired Trojan squad lost to Carroll 2-1 and looked about as impressive as the tundra on the Russian steppes in doing so.

Things didn’t improve any when newcomers Lee Punke and Phil Meyer joined the team for a game against MBBC. We lost 6-1. October 9 saw the Trojans make the trek up to Sheboygan to do battle with Lakeland. The skies were overcast, probably due in part to migrating geese, but also because Lakeland jumped off to an early 3-0 lead. The Trojans started to warm up when Bilitz scored before the half was over. Bilitz scored again to make it 3-2 and with a few minutes left a front fullback wandered out of position, none other than yours truly, and scored the tying goal. And, terrible to say, the very next day was another game, this time against Sent, The Over-the-Hill-Gang showed their younger counterparts a thing or two with some excellent passing on offense. Although outplayed, the Trojans led 2-0 on a pair of goals by—who else?—Bilitz. Sem scored late in the game on a goal by John Wille. The final score was 2-1, but it was a moral victory for Sem , who tookbut missed-more shots than you could shake a stick at. Then last Wednesday, the Trojans de­ feated Carthage 2-1. Carthage’s only goal came on a penalty shot; Bilitz and Coach Marggraf tallied for the good guys.

In an interview late last summer, Larry Gierach told me he’d been busy with a couple jobs and that he hadn’t had a real chance to go out and run. Meanwhile Steve Steiner, who drove a tour bus out in Glacier National Park, also did very little running. Once or twice, though, he had ample opportunity to show off his speed as he surprised a grizzly bear gorging itself on huckle­ berries. Word has it that Paul Mueller had his ands full chasing girls. Nevertheless, now ... that ___ 1 ? team together and practicing regularly, things have started to click.

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AluMNi CALLS -Rev. Gary Kirschke (’66), who formerly ser­ ved Good Shepherd of Cedar Rapids, 1A, was in­ stalled as a missionary to Hong Kong in Atone­ ment, Milwaukee, on June 27, 1976.

-Rev. James Hanson (’51) was installed at Our Savior, Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario on October 3. Rev. Hanson formerly served St. John, Sagi­ naw, MI. -Rev. Lyle Luchterhand (’64), formerly serv­ ing St. Matthew, Niles, IL, was installed at Riverview in Appleton, WI, on October 3.

—Rev. Vaughn Vogel (’64), formerly serving Messiah in Milwaukee, WI, will be installed at Our Savior, Zion, IL, on November 14, 1976.

—Rev. Richard Winters (’64), formerly serving Divine Peace, Milwaukee, WI, accepted the call to Immanuel, Hutchinson, MN. ANNIVERSARIES -Palos Lutheran Church of Palos Heights, IL, observed its 30th anniversary on October 17. The congregation is currently served by Rev. David Dolan (’67).

-St. Paul’s Lutheran Church of Milwaukee, WI, also will celebrate its 30th anniversary on Nov­ ember 7, 1976. Rev. J. A. deGalley serves the congregation.

-Christ of Bailey’s Harbor, WI, celebrated its centennial on September 12, 1976. The congre­ gation is currently being served by a vacancy pastor, Rev. Richard Werner (’44).

-The 35th anniversary of St. Paul’s at Tipler, WI, was observed on October 24, 1976. Rev. Thomas H. Trapp (’71) serves the congregation.

—Peace at Green Lake, WI, celebrated its 75th anniversary on October 31. Rev. D. E. Halleymeyer (’36) currently serves the congre­ gation.

-Rev. Herbert H. Resting (’33) of St. Peter’s, Mishicot, WI, observed the 40th anniversary of his ministry on October 24.

-Rev. Karl Krauss (’18) observed the 55th anniversary of his ministry this year. All 55 years were spent serving Emmanuel of Lansing, MI.

—Trinity Lutheran Church of Bangor, MI, celebrated its 20th anniversary on October 17.

Rev. Roy Rose (’67) serves the congregation.

-St. Paul's of Platteville, WI, celebrated its centennial on October 17. The congregation is served by Rev. Daniel Kolosovsky (’72).

-St. John’s, Cornell, WI, observed Rev. Elmer Prenzlow Sr.’s (’23) 50th anniversary of his ordin­ ation and also the 50th wedding anniversary of Rev. and Mrs. Prenzlow on October 10.

-Peace, Sun Prairie, WI, is observing its 75th anniversary from August through November, 1976. Rev. Ardin Laper (’41) serves the con­ gregation.

—St. John’s of Jefferson, WI, observed its 125th anniversary from October 10 through October 24. The congregation is served by Rev. Richard Laucrsdorf (’56).

-Our Redeemer, Martin, SD, observed its 50th anniversary on August 22, 1976. Guest preachers were Rev. Venus Winter (’22) and Pastor R. Kuckhahn (’60). Both were former pastors of the congregation, and Pastor Winter was the pastor when the congregation was organized in 1926.

Rev. R. Agenten (’72) currently serves the congre­ gation.

-Rev. Milton Weishahn (’38) of St. Paul, Nor­ folk, NB, observed the 35th anniversary of his ministry and his 35th wedding anniversary on September5, 1976.

-Christ Ev. Lutheran, Beatrice, NB, celebrated its 25th anniversary on October 10, 1976. Rev. Verdell Tasslcr (’64) serves the congregation.

Guest preachers were former pastors of the con­ gregation: Prof. Lloyd Hahnke (’43) and Pastor Carl Voss (’51).

-St. John of Brewster, NB, observed its 90th anniversary and also dedicated the west wing of the church on October 10, 1976. Guest preacher was Rev. Immanuel Boettcher (’21). The congre­ gation is served by Rev. August Ristow (’72).

DEDICATIONS -Christ, in Holland, MI, is dedicating a chapel and parsonage on November 7, 1976. Rev. Arnold Ruddat (’66) serves the congregation.

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- Hope. Belvidere. 1L, will dedicate a new church on November 14, 1976. Rev. Orval Cullen (’68) serves the congregation.

Mt. Olive at Monroe. WI. dedicated a new parsonage on October 10, 1976. Rev. Kenneth Kratz (.'72) serves the congregation.

-St. Paul's of Morris, MN, is dedicating an addition to their church on October 17, 1976.

Rev. Dallas C. Miller serves the congregation.

- The Watertown Historical Society recently published a history of Watertown entitled Watertown Remembered by Prof. em. Elmer Kiessling (’17). This work was termed by a mem­ ber of the Society as “an anecdotal saunter through discoveries and reminiscences of a life­ time.”

MIDDLER MARRIAGES

BIRTHS

-Steve Blumer to Bonnie Zastrow on July 3, 1976 at St. Mark’s, Watertown, WI. —Tim Kujath to Elizabeth Felch on June 5, at St. John's, Wauwautosa, WI. -Doug Scherschel to Louise Ungradt on June 26, at Zion, Rhinelander, WI. —Phil Hoyer to Ann Carlson on June 19, at Zion, Rhinelander, WI. -Stan Weinrich to Mary Bubernak on June 5, at St. Mark's, Watertown, WI. -Don Sutton to Joanne Jaeger on July 24, at St. Paul’s, Ixonia, WI.

-A boy was born to Rev. and Mrs. Glen Schaumberg (’64) this past September. Rev. Schaumberg serves King of Kings, Willoughby, OH. -A girl, Sarah Elizabeth, was bom to Vicar and Mrs. John Dolan (’74) in September. Vicar Dolan is currently serving St. Stephen, Adrian, ML —A child was born to Rev. and Mrs. Dean Anderson (’71). Rev. Anderson serves in Grand Ledge, ML -Joy Jane was born to Rev. and Mrs. Jerome Enderle (’69) on July 5. Rev. Enderle is pastor of Redeemer in Council Bluffs, IA. -A daughter, Kathryn Thercse, was born to Norm and Mary Seeger on August 18, 1976.

SENIOR MARRIAGES -Don Thompson married to Maxine Uhlenbrauck, July 18, 1976.

-Ed Schuppe married to Joyce Emmrich on June 12, 1976.

-Scott J. Stone married to Sandra Sindoni on June 27, 1976.

RESIGNATION -Rev. Glenn Groth resigned from his call at Redeemer Lutheran in Ann Arbor, ML

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musicians lor the Holy Temple, l or a description of the opulence in which music was performed in the Temple, read I Chronicles I 5:16-24.

What did the music of ancient Israel sound like? Unlike other Oriental cultures who maintain that only clamorous prayer is heard and answer­ ed. the reserved style of the Jews called for a sweet and expressive voice which is still favored today by archaic Jewish communities.

Melodies were constructed by repeating and varying short melodic formulas (makamat) or motives. These motives were based on modes which were systematized in Egypt, expanded by the Jews, passed on to the Greeks to become the modes, and finally received by us as our major and minor scales.

Israel's music, like Asiatic music in general, abounded in grace notes and glides. Our western folk music contains glides that are quite similar.

Ancient music combined these melismatic tunes with underlying chords, but did not know poly­ phony, that is, more than one melodic line played simultaneously.

Exact intervals were not expressed in written notation until the development of lines or a staff of lines. Suggestions of movements of notes, however, were made by the use of a set of accents which accompanied the Bible texts.

Rhythm was extremely important in Hebrew music. Curt Sachs well described its function: “What harmony means to the West, the almost breath-like change from ten­ sion to relaxation, is in the East pro­ vided by rhythm. In avoiding the dead­ ly inertia of evenness, rhythm helps an otherwise autonomous melody to breathe in and out-just as harmony does in the West."

Instead of being marked into beats and measures like our rhythm, the rhythm of the ancient Israelites felt no conscious beats or “counts.” In poetry, rhythms are defined by the intervals between accents rather than by the num­ ber of syllables. This “word-accent” depends on the relative position of the important syllable within the entire verse.

The height of Jewish musical expression was reached in the singing of psalms. Like the Luther­ an Chorale, they were sung solemnly but were

never dull or gloomy. The Psalter was the litur­ gical hymnal of the elaborate and ritually inte­ gral Temple music.

At first psalms were performed exclusively by the professional levitical soloists and choirs.

Gradually, however, the congregation of worship­ pers began to reclaim their ancient prerogative to praise God with song. The worshippers began the practice of injecting one-word acclamations between verses, and then later of echoing entire verses in refrain. In this way antiphonal singing became part of the sacred service.

During the Babylonian Captivity the psalms came to be used as comforting folksongs. There­ after the Psalter served the entire community on an individual basis as well as in the assembled con­ gregation.

As evidenced by the high standard of music culture in ancient Israel, the principal motives which were repeated to form melodies were well-known by the general public. This fact made possible an occurrence such as described at the beginning of this essay. The “songs of ascent” (Pss. 120-134) were sung by people marching in the yearly pilgrimages to Jerusalem. The music of these must have been relatively simple. Psalms 44, 47, 80, 99, and 144 (vss. 1-11) require the participation of the congregation for the re­ sponses after each verse. Refrains are sometimes indicated at the beginning (Pss. 106, 107) and sometimes at the beginning and the end (Pss. 103, 104, 118). Psalm 136 is a striking ex­ ample of antiphonal singing. There is a part for a soloist (precentor) and chorus (congregation).

The grandest responses are the lengthy appendices at the end of the last psalm of each of the larger divisions of the Psalter (Pss. 41, 72, 89, 106).

The last verse of Psalm 150 is a worthy conclu­ sion to the entire Book of Psalms: “Let every­ thing that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD!” Perhaps we can see from this cursory treat­ ment of the music of ancient Israel that we are continuing a tradition as old as the earth, namely, praising God—with music. As a modem hymnist wrote: Heav’n and earth must pass away; Songs of praise shall crown that day.

God will make new heav’ns and earth; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

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t!ftje Hegenb of Lancia Hucia /s^s Christmas draws closer and the nights get )$llonger, we pass the old mid-winter day that in Sweden is dedicated to the memory of Sancta Lucia. On the thirteenth of December, tradition has it, Sancta Lucia suffered martyr­ dom for her faith. The legend is recorded in the medieval hagiography, Legenda Aurea.

Lucia was seventeen years old, the story goes, and just about the most beautiful girl in the ancient city of Syracuse. She was a Chris­ tian and her father was a wealthy Roman of­ ficial who had remained heathen. In spite of his daughter’s religious convictions, he loved her very much. He showered her with expensive clothes, gifts and pretty things. Lucia, however, refused to accept more than she needed and tried to persuade her father to help the poor instead. The poor people loved her and every­ one was enchanted with her gracious manners.

Her beautiful blue eyes were especially charm­ ing.

One day Lucia’s father decided to find a husband for his daughter. He picked out a handsome law student, who was rich and came from a good family. He assumed that the young fellow would please his daughter. Lucia objected, however, because she did not want to marry an unbeliever. Her father became angry with her and sternly commanded her to marry the young man. When Lucia refused, he tried to intimidate her, threatening to take her to court because of her Christianity. This did not faze Lucia, so her father ordered his servants to haul her into court. In court, Lucia’s father re­ gretted his rash move and offered to take back his charges, if Lucia would only salute Caesar.

Though she would not have been renouncing Christ, Lucia decided that instead of hailing Caesar she would recite The Apostles’ Creed.

The officials were dumbfounded, of course, and ordered her to be blinded. Lucia did not cry, or bleed, but only thanked her Savior that she at least could still see Him. The justices

were astounded but instead of repenting, they hardened their hearts and sentenced her to be burnt alive. While waiting for the fire, she con­ tinued to thank God for allowing her to become a martyr. Those who were present were impressed with her secure confidence and became Christians. In this case the old saying

“the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church” turned out to be true, and shortly afterwards the first congregation in Syracuse was founded.

In Sweden, Sancta Lucia Day is celebrated by almost everyone. Your little sister or one of the prettiest girls may dress up in white robes with a wreath of candles in her hair and play Lucia in a school play. She is accompanied by a procession of other girls in white robes. The children sing Lucia songs and Christmas carols, and “Lucia” serves coffee and special “Lucia’ gingerbread buns that are shaped like cats faces. Often a class will get up early, go to their teachers’ houses and sing Christmas carols.

Unfortunately, all too often Sancta Lucia Day is celebrated with another Northern tradition, the drinking feast. In spite of this the Lucia tradition has sustained its dignity and still bears witness that Christmas, the testival ot the true light is approaching.

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The Legend of Sancta Lucia............

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Doorkeeper ..........................................

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Accreditation: Update and Analysis

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EDITORIAL- Where Are All the Heroes?

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Confessions of a Basketballic

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POETRY

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REVIEWS—Songs in the Key of Life

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CAMPUS & CLASSROOM.................

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A Judean Night

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SPORTS

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Doorkeeper Andrew’s hovers like an awkward bird over ^^the squat brick houses of North Chicago. It is black with the residue of the winter’s coal-burn­ ing, and the tall, stained-glass windows are barred.

Mammoth oak doors open at the head of a long set of shallow stone steps. The steeple is really a tower that has grown out of the structure like a major appendage. Above the front door are chiselled the words from Psalm 84: “I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.”

When I was twelve I decided that Saturday afternoons were the best time to visit St. An­ drew’s. In the summer it was always cooler, and at a time when the rest of humanity, especially mothers, felt particularly industrious, the long, calm rafters afforded a sort of respite.

Inside there were two swinging doors. Their hinges moved open with long, arthritic groans. I would pad into the vestibule on tiptoe and watch as the pews and stone columns unfolded for miles until they reached the altar. The dark smells of red rugs and hymnals seeped like rich perfume to the senses.

Sometimes on Saturday afternoons the organ­ ist would be practicing in the balcony. Usually there were a few old widows sitting in the front pews. Their heavy dresses seemed to contribute to the echoing silence. But it couldn’t really be Saturday afternoon unless Mrs. Tanner was there cleaning, rattling the long-handled dust-pan while she maneuvered her mop in between the pews, or balancing miraculously from an antiquated stepladder, washing windows.

Every Saturday afternoon she tied up her hair inside a turban and carried her buckets and mops to the church. The street children laughed at her, but she insisted that vacuum cleaners weren’t nearly as thorough. And if she was anything, Mrs. Tanner was thorough. Like a hurricane. She scrubbed the entry floor with incredible vigor, splashing herself and the walls with soapy water.

She usually ended up washing the ceiling, too.

“You have to start from the bottom, any­ way,” she explained.

That is not to say that she was systematic. Al­ though she was not ungraceful, she moved with elephantine reactions, with no apparent design, but with an acute instinct for dirt, from one in­ trusion of uncleanness to the next. Her hips es­ pecially fascinated me. They seemed well co­ ordinated, but they moved in different directions when she walked. If the description were not so completely unsuited for her, I might have said that she swaggered.

She would sweep around me in the back pew, chattering in a voice that was not quite a croak and not quite a whisper. Even if we were alone, she couldn't bring herself to speak at normal volume. Our conversations were for the most part concerned with her health, accompanied by rambling discussions of diet-hers was largely cottage cheese and Saltines and chronic symptoms of incurable diseases. She did most of the talking.

She really suffered from arthritis. Her knuckles were swollen and inflamed from the soapy water, and her fingertips bowed forward as if they had been created to clutch a dust-mop.

Otherwise she had the stamina of a horse.

On the coldest mornings, she trudged up the hill from her own little house to the church, sometimes on sheer ice, to turn on the furnace and shovel the front steps and sidewalk. One morning I found her leaning on the snowshovel.

Only half the sidewalk was shovelled and snow was still falling. I offered to help her, but she brushed me aside, straightened her back and re­ sumed shovelling.

One Saturday afternoon I found her sitting in the back of the church. Ordinarily she never sat for sitting's sake. If she had to. she would twist and untwist a lace handkerchief in her raw hands. This Saturday afternoon Mrs. Tanner was just sitting. She even admitted to feeling weak.

When she talked there was a quiver in her voice. l Ob

I wasn’t sure what was wrong until I learned that St. Andrew’s was not the only church she cleaned and, in fact, that she didn’t even belong to St. Andrew's. She told me once though, that she had a special fondness for the big black church. May­ be because of the words above the entrance. May­ be because she had spent so many years cleaning its public and its hidden stains.

St. Andrew’s had a new minister. Pastor Philips was blonde and balding. He had just graduated from a seminary and had the habit of jamming his hands into his vest pockets when he spoke. He was a good listener, though, and he and Mrs. Tanner had gotten along famously at first.

There was nothing she liked to do more than talk, and he nodded in the right places and smiled absently at everything she said. They both were great gardeners. Mrs. Tanner had dozens of varieties of rose bushes in her backyard, and she had given Philips some cuttings when he moved into the rectory. For a while Philips helped her arrange tremendous bouquets in tall floor vases for Sunday services.

“Yes, of course, I understand that Mrs. Tanner has served St. Andrew’s for many years.”

Philips pushed one of his sharp white shoes for­ ward and balanced on the other. “I am well aware of her generosity. She might even qualify for an angel of mercy.”

He said “of course” in a gravelly voice that really imparted to the syllables something that threatened more than it conceded.

“We all reach an age when we can no longer be effective.” He cleared his throat the way of­ ficials do. I could have told Mrs. Tanner then that argument was futile. She had coaxed me to come with her to talk with Philips about her job. We were sitting in the armchairs at either end of his long desk. I had never thought that Mrs. Tanner was small until I saw her crumpled forward in the big leather chair. On her lap she held a gigantic purse that she liked, and she could barely see over it. I had always thought of her as a large woman.

“Reverend, I’ve worked here for years and I ve kept St. Andrew’s cleaner than anyone could have asked for.”

Philips stared out of the window. He was wiping his glasses on his shirtsleeves.

“Understand me, Mrs. Tanner, we have no complaint about your work.” He was speaking deliberately now. “As far as I know it's been

exceptional. The point of conflict is that St. Andrew’s is financially in hot water and a lady of the congregation has applied for your position.

Now, realize that it hurts me to ask someone as faithful as you’ve been, Mrs. Tanner, to step down, but the congregation has voted to hire our own janitress.”

I raised my hand in protest, but I was only twelve.

Philips contined, “Any further action is really out of my hands, anyway. If it were up to me, I would ask that you be kept on. But your own common sense must tell you that it’s better for a church to plow its money back into itself.”

Mrs. Tanner wiped across her nose with a little handkerchief. She spoke quietly, “I’ll do it for nothing.”

Philips was silent. He tucked his hands behind his back and propped one of his legs up on the desk chair.

“I’m afraid, Mrs. Tanner, that it has been our policy for some time to hire members of our denomination for any available positions.” He sounded subdued. “I don’t know how your case was overlooked, but it really should have been taken care of long ago. I’d like to say I’m really sorry, Mrs. Tanner.”

He reached across his desk and shook her hand. His cologne was really overpowering. I could smell it from where I was sitting. His hands were sleek and smooth, even his wrists were fat.

Mrs. Tanner shrugged her shoulders. I had never seen her express indifference before. She was not an indifferent woman. She gathered up her big bag and wrestled her overcoat on.

“I just hope that our new help turns out as efficient as you were, Mrs. Tanner.”

She avoided his eyes and murmured some­ thing indistinct. She took my hand in her free hand and pulled me out of the study.

She walked quite rapidly for half a block and stopped suddenly. Behind us loomed St. Andrew’s, its stark outlines silhouetted against the winter sky. We were standing in its shadow.

Snow flurried past us.

I looked at St. Andrew’s and I looked at Mrs. Tanner. Her lips were moving with the words above the front door.

“Maybe they’ll let me shovel the sidewalk,” she said.

CARL SPRINGER

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Accreditation-. Update and Analysis several issues ago—three to be exact—I & wrote an article entitled “The Facts About Accreditation.” There were two reactions to this article which stand out in my mind. Presi­ dent Toppe told me that those people who had read the article would be among the best informed members of our synod on this particular topic. A classmate told me that he had a sneaking suspicion that the article would not have sounded much different if President Toppe had written it; he wondered whether it really expressed my personal opinion on the subject.

President Toppe’s comment made me feel pleased that I had been able to offer our read­ ership some basic information. This is an issue which may very well affect, at least indirectly, the entire membership of the synod, and I pre­ sume that relevant background information will enter into any decision on the matter which may be made in the future. Therefore I feel that my first article served its purpose, and I have no regrets about writing it.

However, the sentiments expressed by my classmate made me feel that a follow-up article would be in order. The information contained in my first article was, for the most part, gleaned from a series of interviews with Presi­ dent Toppe and no doubt that influenced the tone of what I said. To begin with, I am not convinced of the necessity or wisdom of pur­ suing accreditation at Northwestern. Further­ more, I feel that it is only fair that the views of those who have reservations about accredita­ tion should be aired in the Black and Red as well. With the background information from my first article, the reader ought to be well enough informed to make an intelligent analysis of the question. Therefore I shall proceed to bring you up to date on what has been happening since last spring, and then give some of the reasons that I feel accreditation may not be in the best interests of Northwestern College.

As of last April, our campus had been visited, observed, and evaluated by a three-man

visitation team from North Central. We were awaiting the submission of their written report and subsequent action by North Central which would determine whether we qualified for candidacy status. In May the visitation team's typewritten report was submitted to our fac­ ulty for correction of any errors of fact. No criticism of their judgment was to be permitted at that point. There were a few minor clarifi­ cations necessary in regard to the calling pro­ cedure and the make-up of the Board of Con­ trol, but that was all.

After these clarifications had been incor­ porated into the report of the visitation com­ mittee, it was returned to our faculty in its final form. We were then invited to respond to it in its entirety. This was done in a state­ ment which questioned whether “the usual standards of academic preparation in college teaching” should be applied without qualifi­ cation to our faculty. We also defended our liberal arts curriculum and went so far as to call for restraint in pursuing advanced studies at secular universities.

On the nineteenth of July President Toppe and Professors Eickmann and Sellnow attended a meeting at the O’Hare Hilton in Chicago.

There they met with the ten-member review committee of North Central, chaired by Sister Ida Gannon, Professor of Philosophy at Munde­ lein College of Chicago. Six of the ten members of the committee were from denominational schools. For about three quarters of an hour the committee members asked questions and then retired to formulate a recommendation.

They then submitted a recommendation to the executive board of North Central that can­ didacy status be granted. To no one’s sur­ prise the recommendation was accepted and candidacy granted.

Subsequently Vice President Donald Smith of the University at Madison informed us that Northwestern would “now be treated as an accredited institution for transfer purposes.

Dr. Lindell, who had served on the visitation 108

team, commented that NWC was a “mature institution” and that we “could be accredited in three years.”

So where do we stand now? The next step is to engage a consultant who will advise us as to what steps to take to move toward full accreditation. Dr. Baldi, an executive at North Central who had already been very helpful, was asked to serve as our consultant, but after some consideration, declined because he felt that his present duties would not permit him to do justice to the position. He did, how­ ever, supply us with a list of three men to con­ sider for the position. They are currently being considered.

In the meantime the faculty has compiled a listing of those matters which we are willing to modify in order to gain full accreditation status and those which we will not change.

This is a document intended more for self guidance than public consumption, and con­ sequently the board has voted not to release it to the synod. We would rather not raise an issue which might not otherwise be raised by North Central.

As matters stand now, we expect no fur­ ther official word or action from North Central until the next visitation team arrives on campus in the spring of 1978. There will be no list of changes demanded to gain full accreditation.

However, previous discussions have brought out areas of “special concern.” These include the preparation and training of our faculty, the library space provided for stacks and for study, and the curriculum. It is our hope that North Central will view the final product of our school as outweighing the importance of conforming to specific standards.

Specific standards. As Dennis F. Kin law pointed out in the November 5 issue of Chris­ tianity Today.

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However, the last ten or fifteen years have seen a significant shift in this situation.

The social problems of the post-World War II era and the Sputnik panic focused attention on colleges and universities whose resources were insufficient to respond immediately to the “crisis.” So the government offered assistance; with assistance came accountability and with accountability, controls. In the fifties and sixties Uncle Sam assumed responsibility for social justice, equality of opportunity, and con­ sumer protection. Legislation bred executive orders and bureaucratic regulations. Soon education had been trapped in a tangle of red tape from which it found itself unable to extricate itself.

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ous government regulations cost the school over 60,000 hours of faculty time and between 4.6 and 8.3 million dollars.

The problem now is more than one of intrusion. It is rapidly becoming one of control. Federal regulations now deter­ mine decisions in areas once consider­ ed vital to academic integrity. Decisions on admission, selection of faculty, cur­ riculum, and expenditure of institu­ tional funds that once could be made with eyes wholly on the quality of the educational process must now be made with one eye on a multitude of federal regulations. Many decisions once made by school administrators arc now being made by the decrees of Washington bureaucrats.

So what has all this got to do with North­ western seeking accreditation from North Cen­ tral? North Central is not an agency of the federal government. However, accreditation carries with it automatic inclusion of HEW’s list of accredited institutions. These are the schools at which students may apply grants and benefits gained from the GI Bill or the Basic Educational Opportunity Grant system.

On July 21, 1975, HEW arbitrarily rede­ fined the term “recipient” of federal financial assistance. Any institution to which federal financial assistance was extended directly or through another recipient is officially and legally a recipient of federal aid and thus bound by all the governmental regulations that

control such recipients.

What are the implications'? A recipient institution “shall not make pre-employment inquiry as to the marital status of an applica­ tion for employment.” Nor could we preclude or dismiss a faculty member or student for pregnancy outside of marriage. Neither could we discriminate against anyone on the grounds of “termination of pregnancy” or homosexuality.

Although these revelations may come as a shock, the temptation is there to dismiss their applicability to our situation at Northwestern College. However, we must remember that al­ though we are not of the world, we are definitely in it. To continue to discount the possibility of such problems ever arising on our campus is the quickest way to bring them to pass.

Before I had even read Dr. Kinlaw’s article, I had a gut reaction against accreditation. It seems to me that any kind of usurpation of our school’s autonomy ought to be avoided.

It is true that most of the changes that accred­ itation is likely to bring to Northwestern College are changes which we ought to make anyway. However, why do we need this outside stimulus to bring them about? Shouldn’t our unique position and purpose provide the neces­ sary intrinsic motivation?

On the basis of the past experience of other educational institutions, can we deny that our efforts to measure up to the standards by which they are judged are steps toward the very monster we ought to avoid at all costs?

Can we really be too careful?

MICHAEL ALBRECHT

DAIIEIM Wenn ich nun an die Heimat denke, Ich denke an den grossen braunen Sessel; Mein Bein haengt ueber der Seitenlehne.

Ich hoere das Feuer, hoere es prasseln, Ich rieche das gruene Holz und Pech brennen.

Dann gibt es auch das erfreuliche, unaufhoerliche, Gesunde Geschwaetz von meinem kleinen Bruder.

Dalieim habe ich die Zeit zu traeumen. mich zu ontspannen.

Die Zeitung lesen, Zeit sich zu langwcilen .. .

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A STUDENT

EdlTORIAl where are all the heroes? « r\ead are all the gods,” Fredrich Nictzche l^told the world of Wagner. His contemporaries like Wagner may have objected, but to an age whose ears are heavy with the burden of Darwinism and whose eyes are accustomed to glance only casually at the mysteries of the past, Nietzche’s statement will not sound re­ volutionary. The availability of space-age technology, the respect that the scientific method and its proponents command, the prag­ matism inherent in a nation of shopkeepers, have rendered whatever mythological tradition our culture possessed implausible, and what­ ever fantasy our literature was capable of, a mechanical and biological improbability.

With the gods, we might assume, died the heroes, or at least the heroes like Hercules and Theseus, who descended from the gods, and possessed some of their power, or heroes like Oedipus who measured their character with that of the gods in Sophocles' great contests of flesh and spirit. But the hero is not dead, be­ cause he is a necessity, in literature, even if no­ where else. The hero is the projection of man’s struggle with the forces of life and death, meaning and lack of meaning, the representa­ tive of his acutest feelings of frustration and fulfillment as on a spotlighted stage.

The changing conceptions of the hero and the role that he plays are therefore indicative of changes in culture as well. Achilles and Hec­ tor fought with the same physical equipment as their Medieval counterpart. Sir Lancelot, but their spiritual circumstances could not have been farther removed. The Knights of the Round Table battled mythical forces in other­ worldly contests that translated issues of evil and good into the symbolism that character­ izes the cathedral, the ultimate symbol of the Middle Ages.

With the advent of the novel and its implicit demand for realism, in particular, the Roman­ tic novel, the hero as hero met his demise. Sir Walter Scott's half-heroes, even Ivanhoe, arc not directed by, nor are they directing the

narrative that they are involved in. They react to stimuli, but rarely provide it. Dostoeveski carries it a point farther. His psychological mis­ fits are almost helplessly pummelled by the storms of their own consciences. Kafka’s Gregor Samsa is not only manipulated but metamorphosed by the very fact of his existence. His only reaction to the unenviable fate of life as an insect, must be conceived on an intellectual and consequently passive level.

Nicholas Nickelby presaged Pip. It is sig­ nificant that the first was a teacher and the last was a student. Nickelby braved Squeers and his infernal pedagogical systems with daring and eventual success. Pip passes without passion or joy through a succession of fortuitous events that he cannot control or even understand.

The modern hero makes his ultimate dis­ covery when he learns that he cannot be a hero, but perversely enough, in realizing his predicament, at least as literary hero, he is again playing the hero’s part.

The Romantic hero rebelled at the fact of

his bourgeousie and was guilt-ridden when he discovered that he could not escape his back­ ground. The most complex figures, like Tol­ stoy’s Pierre, the most dramatic moments are those that demand decision-making, and the irony, of course, is that no decisions can be made.

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Twentieth Century and its woes than Hemingway or Steinbeck. “Have I performed credit­ ably enough,” asked Marcus Aurelius from his deathbed, “in the great farce?” Even the depic­ tion of life as absurdity necessitates heroism.

As long as man is not reconciled with death, with the punctuation that seems more often a question mark than a period, he will demand heroes.

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I have hesitated to ask as long as I did, for fear of appearing imprudent', because it does require a certain distance to pass historical judgment on one’s own world and the men that run it. History has to be understood backwards, Kierkegaard informs us, but life has to be lived forward, and it is difficult to. find a position where one can plant his feet without being torn in either direction. Is it Kissinger, Bernstein, Steve Austen, Muhammed Ali? No more personalities, Truman virtually promised us when he fired MacArthur, and his bland peremptor, Matthew Ridgeway, was followed by even blander successors, with Westmoreland capping the list.

In a way our culture has been admirably trained for this type of leaderless mediocrity.

If we are anything we are creatures of thought, and calculation, in Cardinal Newman’s words, never made a hero. The modern man chokes on his own intellectualism. He dies not with deliberation, but from deliberation. His imper­ sonal world breeds an even more impersonal

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add another piece to his repertoire, but as far as action is concerned, it has not occurred to him.

There is an effective leveller, the nameless, faceless “public,” and it is ruled by the fear of men more than the fear of God. The anonymity of the first person plural, the masking of the

individual are its end results. And the out­ standing and upstanding individual must ever be an object of envy. The public favors the ab­ stract, and inevitably the concrete, the visible individual, the hero, if you will, must suffocate in his insignificance. Even the most extra­ ordinary man yields to the pressure of statis­ tics, to the fear that he is a fraction and must play the fraction’s part in a world that is built not of shapers, like marble, or stone or wood, but of the shaped, plastic.

If nature abhors a vacuum, history abhors it more. Whatever role the hero will play today and tomorrow, if it must be, only as a trapped animal excruciatingly aware of his predicament and unable to escape its consequences, as Sartre suggested in No Exit, if only as a Pirandello non-character, caught between the acts of becoming and being, the hero’s part will be played and although I am in an even less ad­ vantageous position to judge the future than I was the past, I would guess that the part will be played with some surprises.

CARL SPRINGER

CONFESSIONS OF A BASKETBALLIC is more than a game. It’s life it­ B asketball self. Ask anyone who plays the game. Ask the kid in New York or Los Angeles, the college student in Indiana, the boy next door.

We all heard the stories about the kids who fought their way out of the ghetto with a bas­ ketball while their friends turned to drugs and crime. Why not football? Or baseball?

The time was right. He knew it. He felt it. Dribbling softly to his right, the ball responding to his touch, the sweat glistening on his intent face, he studied his opponent carefully. Only he knew what to do just now.

It was his move, and he had been through it in his head and body a thousand times. But this situation was different. It was now. Shoving the leather through his legs, he twisted to his left, driving hard. Now, the baseline and a moment’s hesitation as today’s opponent leaves his feet to stop the anticipated shot. And he’s airborne, lofting his shot perfectly over the

opponent's outstretched hand. It’s a split second that lasts an eternity. Both men sus­ pended in the air, enveloped in a world person­ ally and intensely their own.

Basketball becomes an addiction. Before you become aware of it, you’re playing every day. One’s ability on the playground becomes an extension of his personality. A bad day on the court becomes a bad day, period. That one move , the perfect shot, the well-timed block is like a birthday party. The ego is a complex and misunderstood phenomenon, but it is laid bare on the basketball court. Here, success can be measured. Throw all other values away. On the court, it’s you, your ideals, your values, your personality. Nothing else matters except for performance.

And you must win. This isn’t your weekend player, the guy who plays for recreation.

When you play every day, you must win.

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your personality and success quotient. You must walk away from the playground assured that, all things being equal, you have produced a winning effort. If not, a part of you is left behind on the court. And you’ll be back again the next day.

Like an addiction, basketball is difficult to walk away from. Neither does one fully or satis­ factorily explain the addiction itself. No one knows about drug addiction unless he’s been an addict, and so with basketball. The observer can only see the effects that the drug has had on the addict and his environment.

I’ve reformed, I guess. I still go on one-ortwo week binges, playing every day. I still am demoralized when I lose. I examine myself, search for personality flaws, question my social acceptability. Then, I remember four years of addiction, the maddening pulse of the competi­ tion, the all-too frightening consequences. And I walk away from the court, satisfied, tired, but emotionally unaffected.

Something is definitely missing now. It didn't matter before who was on the court, friend, foe or stranger. The court could be twenty miles away. My knees might be .. throbbing with pain. But, then, it was the com­ petition. No matter who played, it was my per­ sonality versus life. It was a matchup that could never be won, only reinforced or shatter­ ed from day to day. Personal status disintegrated to reverse dribbles and goals scored.

Today, I’ve got to play with friends. The court can't be too far away, the ball has to be round, the hoop has to have a net. Losing doesn’t mean next week's job interview will fail. Winning doesn't establish me as a viable personality.

But there are addicts left, in the ghetto, out at the playground, in the back yard.

There’s no known cure for basketballism ex­ cept maturity. Basketball may then be an added security blanket for the slowly adjusting youth. Everyone develops at a different rate.

The game breaks life down into one con­ venient compartment. Its goal is an easily per­ ceivable metal ring ten feet from the ground.

It permits the utmost in individuality, but con­ fines one to the rigors of the goal. Plusses and minuses can be written as statistics, not abstracts.

Further explanation might prove fruitless.

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game.

Eternity passes as the ball arches to the hoop and dances in the net. A faint smile crosses his lips, then vanishes. It’s been done thousands of times before. In the fading light

he stoops over, tying his shoes, picking up his discarded shirt. Twenty, thirty, forty practice shots later he retrieves his ball and strolls homeward. Until tomorrow.

DAN KELM

PoETRy THE LAST SUNSET If only this sunset would be the last, the last that the sun would bloody the floor of heaven and smirk as it sinks and slips through the bare, numb fingers of humbled trees, outstretched towards God in a dumb kyrie.

Beneath their dry limbs the stream of man’s life has flowed endlessly downhill with its load of guilt from the past forgiven, but not forgotten within the mind of transgressors, who mumble apologies to themselves and peer darkly through the leaves overhead, which wither away, like them, in a day; soon no one remembers where they once grew.

They lie in the ground, unable to cry, yet kept in their hope for the last sunset.

Above them the moonlight shines through the gloom, and sends shadows fleeing across the floor.

The sleeping awake and stir from their dreams; dead trees whisper with the cool evening winds.

There surely shall be a different sunrise.

DON PIEPER

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Consent and spend all day with me.

We’ll talk to Plato, Sophocles, regimes and schemes of policy, infinity and numbered sets, the family, true love and sly coquettes.

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Come night we’ll dance the hours away.

The streets are filled with ones like us, hot heads grown dry in a thirsting year.

What sights to see, the painted face, the flowing hair and not a trace of tears, a sea of beers, the noise of fights and curses in the gutters, the passing glance, a smile for one-night lovers.

Come, serve our belly-god this day.

Pay no regard to rumors heard.

The voice of Daniel in his lonely cell, in prayer to gods he alone knows well, no farther goes than to his door, and earns him death, with nothing more, while Rachel in her dust still thinks the heavens can be rent with dead lament.

Why don’t you come and stay with me?

Am I not what the young men want?

Look at them now, they worship at my feet.

As priests they mount my lofty shrines that babble in a thousand tongues, as sparks they upward fly, as stars they plunge and pour their fame on crowded walks.

They all love me, for I have promised much.

Don’t give an ear to what they say.

Old Babylon was greater yet.

My best delights would be her shame, my sins most black would be her children’s games.

Why do you take me for the whore?

Great Babylon you’ve never seen before, but me, you know so well.

DON P1EPER

Reviews Songs ill the ^Key" of ^ife y first exposure to Stevie Wonder was in 1963. At that time, my brother bought one of Stevie’s first albums. With that album Stevie rock-and-rolled his way to early fame with a shrill harp, a loud voice, and a heavy beat.

It was vibrant and alive. This thirteen-yearold sensation had people standing up and tak­ ing note. The public couldn’t get enough of his music; they demanded more and more. And Stevie, over the years, kept delivering.

Now after two years without releasing a new album, Stevie has released his latest work, “Songs in the Key of Life,’’ and the everdemanding fans of Stevie Wonder are finding that he is still alive and vibrant. Placed on the market about a month ago on the Motown label, the double album, 21-song LP rocketed into first place on the charts in its first week of sales. It appears to be the hottest selling record item this year (with sales already over 1.7 million), and I know that the buyers are not going away disappointed.

Stevie’s goal on this album, as on every al­ bum, is not to exceed any previous work, but to give it all he can at one particular time. In 117

regard to “Songs,” Stevie said: “I gave it my all and all is the best I can do.” What Stevie’s “all” means is that he composed, sang, played instruments, and produced this album. “Songs” is the culmination of 26 months of long, hard work. Sure, he had some help from artists like George Benson on guitar and Herbie Hancock on keyboards, but the music is still “all” Stevie Wonder.

Despite Stevie’s active involvement in “Songs,” it has not resulted in a monotony of rhythm or tunes. Stevie delivers a wide variety of complex rhythms that few musicians attempt on one LP, and he is successful. The broad range of music in “Songs” includes ballads, songs of black culture and pride, a jazzy tribute to Duke Ellington, and even a couple of Latin American rhythms. All of these add up to one mellow experience.

“Songs in the Key of Life,” of course, has many highlights. Here is a sampling: Stevie starts out the LP with a song entitled “Love’s in Need of Love Today.” The lead vocals and all instruments, except percussion, are handled

by Stevie. But what is super about this song is

the soft background vocals in the chorus. Done in the style of the Temptations, they have a tendency to cause one's imagination to slip away. Another song, “Isn’t She Lovely,” is dedicated to Stevie’s 17-month old daughter, Aisha. The melody of this song is really a “mind-sticker” and has the possibility of be­ coming a Wonder classic. “Another Star” is still another shining star in an array of bright spots. This song features Benson on guitar and a superb Latin rhythm that just won’t let go.

And as I said, these are just a sampling of the many good things in the album.

In the 24-page booklet included in the album, Stevie introduces “Songs” by saying:

“I’ve never considered myself an orator nor a politician, only a person who is fortunate enough, thanks to all of you, to become an artist given a chance to express the way he feels... ” Stevie’s main feeling or theme in this album is love. Yet, while the love he des­ cribes is a humanistic love, one that is idealistic and even mystical, it is Stevie’s message to a troubled world. He wants to see hatred, dis­ crimination, and bias conquered with a love that can see through skin color and social dif­ ferences. “I’m not a minister,” Stevie is quoted as saying, and indeed, he isn’t. But “Songs” carries a message that is in keeping with his “Key of Life.”

JIM CONNELL

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Where?

FREE PROFESSOR

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Let’s continue with the translation. Mike Spaude, please.

SPAUDE

(Confused) My jimmy doesn’t have line num­ bers! (To PROFESSOR) Ah, before I start, could you translate the last 2 lines again. I was taking all kinds of syntax notes and didn’t catch them. (While PROFESSOR translates) Psst! Marggraf!

How does this section start?

SPAUDE

(Awaking) Who, me?

PROFESSOR

Yes, Mike. Translate the next three lines or so.

SPAUDE

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(In a nervous whisper) Hey, Free! Where arc we?

(Smiling knowlingly) It starts out, “But when.

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Show me which one it is. (MARGGRAF obliges)

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The following from the Latin 01 class: In a passage of sight translation no member of the class was able to come up with the meaning of ‘curro’. Prof. Schroeder maintained that they already had had the compound ‘accurro’ and soon would have another in a word with the same root, ‘occurro’. At the insistence of the class that they had had neither compound nor simplex, Prof, wagered a malted milk with the odds 10 to 1 in favor of the class. A few days later the following note was pinned on the outside of the front door of Prof. Schroeder’s house: Ad domum Schroederorum eramus accuro - cocurro Shakum milkae est ibi

Prof. Schroeder could not believe that any member of his class could normally be guilty of such an atrocious idiom. And so, reflecting on the time when the note was posted, he con­ cluded that it must have been in the wake of the swine flu inoculation and quickly cor­ rected the ‘pig-Latin’ for his class: Ad domum Schroederorum eramus (Domi - pronounced ‘dummy’) accuro - cocurro (accurro) - (occurro) Shakum milkae est ibi (lac mixtum)

Since every gift, no matter how small, is worthy of an acknowledgement, Prof. Schroeder addressed the following thank you note to his class:

E. M. SCHROEDERUS, VESTER MAGISTER DURUS ATQUI SEMPER AMANS ET SEMPER SURRIDENS, SUIS DISCIPULIS DILECTISSIMIS SAL.

Pro lacte mixto maximas gratias ago. Aegerrime fero, sed Selma, mea uxor cara. rediens domum multa nocte invenit notam in ianua domi nostrae ostendentem poculum plenum lactis mixti. Ea putans donum dulce ab suo inarito carissimo fuisse, priusquam aliquis ‘abracadabra' dicat, avide devoraverat. Turn omnibus perculsis poculo exhausto in domum iniit.

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mixto aliquid veneni miscuisset. Adhuc-et pro hoc est gratia-uxor mea, meae deliciae, poculo exhausto capit dolorem non maiorem quam ut una lanx in partem non rectam etiam magis deprimatur.

Nota bene! Praeceptum fabulae: mihi lac mixtum etiam debetur. Valcte!

With less than a semester of Latin studies behind them the class was not able to compre­ hend the acknowledgement in all its details and so he supplied the translation from his own Pons Asinorum:

E. M. Schroeder, your stern and yet ever loving, ever smiling teacher,, sends greetings to his most beloved students.

My very warmest thanks for the milk shake. I am very sorry, but Selma, my dear wife, returning home late at night came upon the note on the door of our house pointing to a cup full of milk shake. She, thinking that it was a nice sweet gift from her dearest husband, before anyone could say ‘abracadabra’, had eagerly gulped it down. Then to the complete dismay of all she entered the house with the drained cup.

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Note well! The moral of the story: a milk shake is still due me. Good-bye!

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a atroeaiQ night f-hristmas! The promises are fulfilled! Salva^'"'tion has come! The first Christmas is often referred to with expressions like these. The birth of Christ remains associated with the Messianic prophets and the “voice in the wilderness,” as well as with Holy Week and “The Way” of Acts 9:2. The significance of Christmas lies in the fact that Christ’s birth was a major step in God’s grand plan of salvation.

However, through the indescribably heart­ warming words of Luke 2, we have also become attached to the events of that first Christmas and have come to cherish the manner of the Messiah’s entrance into the world. How often don’t the words, “And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus...,” cause us to mentally revisit that little Judean hamlet of Bethlehem! When we examine the events of that Judean night, we cannot help but be amazed at how intriguing these events are.

The Manger As we go strolling through Bethlehem on that special night nearly two thousand years ago, we first of all peek into that celebrated stable and are awed at what we see. Was there ever a stranger scene? A newlywed couple is lodging in a building reserved for beasts of bur­ den. A child is bom without the aid of an obstetrician. A newborn son is wrapped in strips of cloth before a gallery of weary don­ keys. A crying infant is placed in a trough which was intended to hold feed for hungry animals. Yet here also is the Son of God! It is a paradox. It is irrational, it is illogical, and it is unthinkable. Perhaps we can compare it to Joseph Kennedy writing his will on a scrap of paper. Or maybe it is like giving the Hope Diamond as a present, wrapped in a brown paper sack! The celebration of Christmas in our society includes the tin foils and fancy bows of beautifully wrapped presents. Yet on

that first Christmas night, the greatest gift ever was wrapped in lackluster wrapping paper.

Why does God choose to reveal Himself in a manger rather than in magnificence? Why does God reveal His Son as a helpless infant instead of a powerful conqueror, reining the steeds of a fiery chariot? First of all, it is sim­ ply God’s plan that the Savior of humanity be a true member of humanity, and not only a divine intermediary. The Messiah was to triumph as a man where the rest of mankind had failed and so was required to assume the physiology of a normal human. It was impera­ tive that the birth of this Christ be inconspicu­ ous, simply to avoid publicizing the role which Christ was to play before the beginning of His ministry. The childhood years of the Messiah demanded the anonymity of a quiet birth and the tranquility of Nazareth.

The manger scene beckons us to say more., The Christ could have been born inconspicu­ ously without having the hay of a stable as His pillow. Here, there is something more—not only is Christ born as a human, but He is born in a manner beneath the dignity of most humans! It is mind-boggling. It is a marvel be­ yond our comprehension. Through His humble birth Christ indicates that He came as man­ kind’s Lord, and as a servant to man. The low­ liness of Christ's birth on the one hand amazes us, and God’s great ways on the other hand overwhelm us.

The Angels Our awe at the manger, however, can only increase when we visit the quiet hillside out­ side of Bethlehem. Scene two of this Judean night takes us to an unlikely spot. Who among the shepherds of that calm, content flock could have guessed that the night would be interrupt­ ed by a chorus of angels? Yet, here a group of simple shepherds is treated to the greatest visual and aural spectacle ever witnessed by man. As we craned our necks this past Fourth 124

of July to drink in every drop of color from the fireworks displays, did we ever consider how a host of angels might look against a cool, dark sky? When we listen to a seemingly flaw­ less choir, have we ever considered what a chorus of cherubim must sound like? Certainly, on this side of heaven, no greater spectacle has ever been recorded.

But what was its purpose? Why were these shepherds in such a glorious fashion invited to see the Messiah? It seems at first to be an in­ congruity. Christ is born in the lowliest of con­ ditions, with no effort made to glorify the cir­ cumstances of His birth. But then, God sends His angels to glorify Christ to this group of shepherds. Why is there glory outside the town, but not inside?

There is nothing to distinguish this night from any other. A “No Vacancy” sign on the inn, a number of unfamiliar faces, and a lowly birth are the sights which Bethlehem has to offer—nothing especially noteworthy. By send­ ing His angels, however, God Himself indicates that something special has taken place, some­ thing which requires celebration. God Himself reveals that the night of His Son’s birth is not just an ordinary Judean night. He shows not only the shepherds but us also that the Birth of

His Son is the world’s greatest moment. The birth of Christ is inconspicuous, yet the angels show us that His birth is not insignificant.

Though Christ made an unpretentious entry, it is not at all unimportant.

But through the resplendent array of angels and their sweet-sounding voices, God also tells us something about the child bom in Bethle­ hem. It was no ordinary birth. It was no or­ dinary child. In the fifth century, A.D., a heresy called Nestorianism arose in the Chris­ tian Church which denied that Jesus Christ was divine from birth. Its founder, Nestorius, in­ sisted that the son born to Mary was of one nature only-a human nature. Indeed, if one remained in Bethlehem this night and did not wander into the countryside, such a conclu­ sion might seem logical. But, “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing!” How could Nestorius explain away “For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord?”

With the angel chorus, God puts His stamp of approval on the newborn child; He announces the birth of His own Son. With the shepherds our only reply can be: “Glory to God in the Highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

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One last chance for a tie went awry when a penalty shot by Bilitz was wide of the mark.

The Trojans saved their best effort for their finale against powerful Maranatha. Personally, I figured the game would be called due to a wet playing surface. It wasn't, and as the game wore on, the rain seemed to help us more than anything else. MBBC scored a goal early in the

/\ lbert Einstein once remarked, “If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut.” Whatever the formula for success may be, the Trojans’ soccer team had what it took to win two of their last three games. October 20 brought with it chilling breezes, hibernating squirrels, and a match against Carroll College. Despite playing °n a surface more gravel than grass, Bilitz galloped past defenders and scored twice in a 2-1 Trojan triumph. A week later the opposi­ 125

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contest- someone was called for hands in the box—but at once our defense became aroused and performed very well. That factor and four goals by Bilitz were the keys to our 5-2 victory.

Hveryone did the job and don’t let me forget to mention that Freshman Greg Kellie scored his first goal!

Named to the all conference team were Keith Bilitz, the second leading scorer; Bruce Marggraf, our inspirational leader; and Don Pieper, who tried hard. Our team placed fourth out of six teams.

The cross country team also ended with a nourish by winning two of its last three meets.

On October 18, with NWC as host, Larry Gierach paced the pack with a 21:32 to lake first place. NWC had 23 points, while Lakeland had 47 and Holy Redeemer 51. Five days later Gierach ran 5 miles in 27:30 as NWC topped Ripon 19-36. On October 30, the UW Milwau­ kee Track Club showed everyone how a meet ought to be run, totalling only 23 points. Tony Rodiez led the victors with a 26:23 time for 5 miles. Their nearest opponent was UW-M, who had 43.

The Trojan football team played two road games and apparently left everything they'd learned back in H2Otown. Up in Ladysmith, WI, the Trojans led 10-0, but lost to Mt. Senario 26-16. Mark Mueller completed 13 of 20 passes and Keith Free hauled in 6 of those for 69 yards. Nate Radtke averaged 4.8 yards on 24 tries for a 116 total. Mt. Senario won their first game of the season; fittingly the winning points came on a TD which they scored by blocking a punt and recovering the ball in the end zone. It was evident throughout the con­ test that Mt. Senario wanted this one badly, whereas the Trojans appeared more or less in­ different. A standout all year on defense, Dave Kolander had 7 tackles and 9 assists; Ewings contributed 8 and 2, respectively.

Lakeland won the season finale by a con­ vincing 48-7 score. But the two halves were as different as French perfume and your basic Misthaufen. Lakeland led only 13-7 at half, as time ran out with the Trojans on the Muskies’ one-yard line. Had we been able to score there, the game may have taken on a whole new complexion. However, the momentum now swung over to Lakeland. A 20-yard pass from Zubaty to Shaner got the Muskies rolling and from then on, they were all

but unstoppable. Holtz led all Lakeland rushers with 87 yards and Harrison tacked on 78 to balance the canoe. The Trojans’ “0” was gener­ ated on 49 yards rushing by Radtke and Keith Free’s 4 catches, totalling 34 yards. And for the second straight week, neither team inter­ cepted a pass. As usual, our defense was keyed

by Kolander, who came up with 11 initial hits and 3 assists. Pontel and Adomeit had 7 and 2, respectively.

SEASON LEADERS Passing; Mueller 38-81,455 yds., 2 TD’s Catches: K. Free 21-232 Mattek 6-124, 1 TD Interceptions: Brassow 5-53 Lindloff 3-33, 1 TD D. Voss 3-42 4.1 Rushing: Nelson 104-427 3.9 Schoemann 79-315 4.0 Radtke 76-304 9.0 K. Free 26-235 Punting: D. Free 37-1244 33.6 Punt returns: Radtke 7-61 Kickoffs: Barenz 25-1172 46.8 Kickoff returns: Radtke 19-428, 1 TD Total offense: 504 plays: 584 passing and 1292 rushing =1876 yards Fumbles: lost 14 of 32 miscucs 30 ^5 TD’s Scoring: Schoemann 15 @9 PAT, @2 FG Ruege 12 @2 TD’s K. Free 12 («>2 TD’s Mueller 12 @2 TD’s Nelson 12 @2 TD’s Radtke 11 (S}1TD,2PAT,1FG Lindloff 6 @1 TD Mattek 6<$1 TD Himm P.S. The Trojans finished 3-2 in conference play in a five-way deadlock for first place...

Our record was actually 4-5, due to a forfeited game from Loras. Dave Kolander, Bill Brassow, Keith Free, and Larry Pontel received all conference honors.

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AluMINi rphe Thanksgiving meal replete with a large, -*• juicy turkey, cranberry sauce, and all the trimmings; a day of rest from the workaday world or the routine of classes; a chance to be home once again with loved ones; all of these things may have played a prominent role for us in the celebration of Thanksgiving that has just passed by. Surely, these aforementioned items arc gifts of God and, as such, are worthy of our thanks to the Almighty Creator and Provider.

But as we reminisce about Thanksgiving, we also ought to recall the greatest gift that God has given to us, namely his Son, Jesus Christ.

Without that Gift, we as sinful mortals would have no hope of salvation, there would be no Christian Church, no Wisconsin Synod, no Northwestern College, no Alumni. So as we remember everything God has done for us, as we recall the many physical and spiritual blessings he has showered upon us, let us never forget “the gift of grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ.”

DEDICATIONS -Memorial Lutheran, Williamston, Ml, dedicated its renovated church and new school on November 7, 1976.

-Christ the King, Bremerton, WA, dedi­ cated its church on October 3. The congrega­ tion is served by Pastor Theodore Lambert (’68).

-Divine Savior, Shawano, WI, dedicated its new church and school and also observed its 10th anniversary on November 7. Rev. Ronald Muetzel (’67), serves the congregation.

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ENGAGEMENT -Mark Bitter (’74), became engaged to Miss Mary Kelberer. The couple plans an August wedding.

MARRIAGE -Steven Degner (’69), was married to Susan Walther on October 10. Pastor Degner serves Martin Luther, Santa Barbara, CA.

CALLS -Rev. Glen Schaumberg (’64), who former­ ly served King of Kings, Willoughby, OH, was installed at St. Matthew, Niles, IL, on November 21, 1976.

— Rev. Richard Raabe (’69), accepted the call to serve Holy Trinity, Wyoming, MI, on November 21, 1976. Rev. Raabe formerly served a Mission in Urbana, IL.

SEM MARRIAGE -Don Swartz (’73), was married to Karen Gergen on August 21, 1976.

BIRTHS -Bethel Kathryn Bode was born to Pastor and Mrs. David Bode on October 21. Pastor Bode (’60), serves Faith, Tacoma, and Zion, Rainier, WA. -Charissa Marie Neumann was born to Pastor and Mrs. David Neumann on Septem­ ber 15. Pastor Neumann (’63). serves St. Paul.

Livingston, MT.

ANNIVERSARIES -Salem, Lowell, WI, celebrated the 25th anniversary of its church dedication on Novem­ ber 7. The congregation is served by Rev. James Babler (’64).

-Christ Lutheran, Morristown, SD, cele­ brated the 50th anniversary of its church build­ ing on November 7. Paul C,. Heiderich is the pastor.

—Pastor Douglas Bode .(’62), celebrated his 10th annivQrsary on' September 26. Pastor Bode serves Zion, Denver, CO.

RETIREMENTS -Alfred Maaske (’28). will retire on Jan­ uary 31, 1977. from Ascension Lutheran of Detroit.

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Juniors— Ristow, Dorf, and Haefner: going, going, gone!

Gumm, Klusmeyer, Hein: long gone!

Haefner is still on the phone!

Ken Pasch has been heard singing “My Bonnie...”

Loggie has less time for greasing because of extracurricular activities (Judy)?

Johnston thinks of himself as a good Samaritan because he keeps everyone awake in class with his snoring.

Tim Meyer’s mustache is now longer than his hair.

Marc Frey has forsaken the fine example his cousin, John Brenner, set for him.

Is Ristow taking some extra classes at NWPS on the weekends?

The Log has splintered.

Zarling is writing an autobiography: The Triumphant Achievements of a Valedictorian or The Life and Times of Mr. Ty-De-Bol. Dorfs disillusioned with Sem. They won’t let him attend faculty meetings.

Krause likes Sem. Nobody up here cares if he speaks with a Dutch accent.

Flu shots don’t help foot-in-mouth disease, do they Hein?

What was Jim Bourman doing Saturday morning in the middle of a farmer’s field with his car running?

Russow’s new car runs on “lemonade.”

David “Loggie” Eckert, voted “Rock of Ages” in the Junior Northwestern, recently returned the award.

C. Potosnyak now has his new “Ziebartmobile” on campus. If only that money had been spent on his ministerial library!

out. Behringer has decided to solve the prob­ lem by going to Lake Mills instead. Schmiege is still taking the worn path to the North. His weekend classes must still be interesting!

Bruce Wietzke wants to know whatever happened to the Holy Ghost.

Steve Otto has reborn his “French” heritage.

Jerry Blobaum is making frequent trips to Nebraska to “clean his house,” or so he says.

Robert “Solomon” Meiselwitz has finally become “wise” to the wiles of the female gender. After 284 months and 1 week (count­ ing from birth) of celibacy he is fast on his way to becoming a breaker of many a young lady’s heart!

Overjoyed at the occasion of Meiselwitz’s first date, Bert Mischkc has proudly assumed his place as the top contender for the coveted “Rock of Gibraltar” award.

Wietzke has announced that his relation­ ship has become serious. He and Diana were alone in public for the first time last weekend.

Has Lumpy become a Packer fan, or is there something even more interesting there for him?

LOST: one girl—sec Berg.

FOUND: one girl-see Lumpy!

Steve and Bonnie Blumer announce the coming of a Bluemchen next spring.

Vicars— Kleist reports that vicaring is not at all like Sem—now he has trouble fitting three girls into one evening.

Is Wilken having recurring visions of a party last February, or is Kathy good at Braille?

There are rumors that a certain tutor at New Ulm in Hintzing at engagement.

Seniors— John Brenner is giving personal tutoring in “Sepulchral Speaking” for seniors having trouble proclaiming the “law” effectively in their sermons. He confesses that this “under­ taking” is a first for him, and the future of the course depends on his ability to keep his class awake.

A quote from Norris Baumann: “I come over to the gym and play buckets once a month, and I’m married—that’s more than

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Soon to appear in the Sent Bookstore!

Ken Kolberg’s new book, How to Live in Poverty on $800.00 per month.

Jim Ziesemer is happy to announce that he is no longer a German shepherd.

Tom Wilsman has a new name, “Uncle Tom.” His sister gave birth to a pudgy baby girl. Tom’s sister, Carol, is married to Mike Mulinix.

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In his introduction to the revised order of service in 1523, Luther insisted that his sug­ gestions for worship not be considered binding or permanent. In doing so, he opened the door for the chorale, an authentic Lutheran art-form, that carried with it the air and smell of fresh battle and a wonderful capacity for absorbing contemporary artistic currents and popular songs as well as the greatest of the early Latin hymns. From a variety of sources the chorale emerged with its claims of originality still un­ questioned.

One of the dramatic examples of the diverse formative principles of the early chorale is Johann Walther’s Gesangbuechlein, published in 1524. Included are works that are unques­ tionably original, like Aus tiefer Not, contrafacta, or translated texts with revised melody lines, like Nun, komm der Heiden Heiland, and responses in the mass that were reworked into tremendous congregational paeons, like Wir glauben all an einen Gott.

Luther’s chorales illustrate marvellously how flexible the chorale composers were in borrowing from secular sources-“Why should all the good tunes go to waste?” Luther once complained-and from the continuum of church music.

One of the chorales in Walther’s hymnal appears on this cover of The Black and Red. I think it is timely, in the first place, because its text is Simeon’s Lobgesang at the presenta­ tion of the baby Jesus in the temple; in the

second place, because I wish everyone would be as delighted with and overpowered by the rigorous beauty and simplicity of the Lutheran chorale as an expression of freshly forged faith and vital instrument of the heart, mind and soul’s praise as I am; in the third place, because American Lutheranism has proved itself in­ capable or uninclined to create new songs, and because, worse yet, it has ignored the stellar examples of its own repertoire for rationalistic ditties that served as little more than casual adornments for the age of enlightenment, and are even less applicable to the age of casual despair.

Tradition has it that Simeon’s Song was set to music during the Nestorian controversy.

The details are foggy but the upshot of the story was that eighty men who had remained true to the teaching that Christ was man as well as God, were placed aboard a burning ship and sent out to drift and die on the Mediterran­ ean. As the fiaming ship sailed away, by­ standers reported that those on board were singing Simeon’s Song. The Medieval Church used an arrangement of the Nunc Dimittis in the liturgy of the Lichtmesstage and Brevier zum Kompletorium. By Luther’s day it ac­ companied the celebration of the MariaReinigung on the second of February. Several of Luther’s contemporaries used the Latin hymn to conclude the Communion service.

Kaspar Kantz included it in his liturgy of 1522; so did Zwingli and Thomas Muenzer in 1523, Andreas Dober in 1524, and Strassbourg in 1539. The last mentioned included Luther’s hymn as well. John Calvin translated the text into French for the Calvinists.

Luther composed four verses for the chorale, each representing a verse of the Scripture passage. Scholarship is divided as to the origin of the melody. In recent years musi­ cologists like Blume and Moser have tended to credit Luther with a greater number of orig­ inal melodies that did historians at the turn of the century. Although Kulp feels that the continued on page 147

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series of sharp raps on the door resounded throughout the house. “River’s rising!” the figure outside yelled. “River’s rising, every­ body out! Get to high ground!”

A bedroom light on the second floor went on. A man’s head appeared in the window.

“The river’s rising mighty fast. The dam might break. Get to high ground right away!”

Assured that his words had been understood, the figure hurried off into the night to rouse other households.

The people of Garrison were accustomed to midnight flood warnings, the hasty evacua­ tions and painful returns after the muddy flood waters had passed, but this spring it had been different. Even the old-timers had never seen the snows melt so quickly off the mountains, nor could they remember when they had ever had so much rain in early spring. The Carson River was wild this year, swollen and drunk with the melt-off and rain. Sandbagging efforts had become very frenzied at an early date.

State officials daily inspected the earthen dam ten miles upstream, watching the reservoir fill at an alarming rate, the water gobbling up the water markings one by one.

The eight hundred townspeople nestled on the flood plain of the Carson River knew full well that any more rainfall would mean flood­ ing, no matter how high the sandbags and dikes went. The Carson had no respect for their attempts to pen it in, just as the founders of Garrison had had no respect for the might of the Carson in spring. Garrison was too beauti­ ful for the people to leave. The mountains rising on both sides, the narrow, winding river valley, the rapids, the forests running down to the river, so thick that one had trouble getting through them, all these were things which the people of Garrison were confident they could find nowhere else. So they were willing to pay the price of annual flooding, to spend up to two weeks living in the community’s two churches which alone clung tenaciously to the hills rising steeply in back of the town.

Tom watched the lone figure disappear in the sheets of rain that lashed the ground. He turned around, reaching for his pants and shirt.

“Get ready, honey. I’ll wake up the kids. We’re going to have to leave right now.”

Linda nodded as she quickly slipped out of bed and went to the closet. “How bad does it look?” She had not heard the voice outside.

“Nothing more than it usually is,” Tom replied, trying to conceal the tension in his voice. There was no use in frightening her by telling her they were afraid the dam might go.

“Just hurry up. I'll get the kids up; you make sure they get ready. I’ll be outside starting the car.” He rushed out of the room, belt dangling from a loop, trying to button up his shirt.

He opened the door to his daughter's room and walked in. “Jenny, wake up.” He reached down and shook her shoulder gently. “Wake up. We’re going to have to go to the church tonight.”

She woke up slowly, mumbling something Tom could not make out.

“We’re going to the church tonight. The water is high. Get dressed; your mother will be right in to help you get ready.”

“Is the river flooding?” she asked softly, her eyes now wide open. Tom could see she was very afraid. The light pouring in from the hallway showed her delicate lips pursed, her blue eyes darting from one place to another, like a flock of birds, as she brushed her fine, blonde hair off her face. At five years of age, she could hardly be blamed.

“Yes, it’s flooding, but not too badly.

Mommy will be in in a minute. Don’t worry, angel.” He kissed her on the forehead and went into his boys’ room across the hall.

“Chris, Bobby, get up.” This time he turned on the light. It was the only way he could be sure these two wouldn’t fall back to sleep again. Instantly he saw Chris’ bed empty.

Bobby, four, sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes with his chubby hands. It looked as if he were plunging his thumbs halfway through his head.

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"Where’s Chris?" Tom asked sharply.

Bobby's mouth opened a little, but he didn’t say anything. Tom wasn’t sure whether he was thinking or afraid. "Where's Chris?” he re­ peated, this time in a restrained tone.

"He left.”

"When?”

"Tonight."

"Where did he go?"

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Bobby shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't much of a talker and Tom knew he was lucky to get that much information out of him.

"Well, get dressed. We're going to the church tonight.”

Bobby’s face showed no sign of under­ standing. He was too young to be afraid of springtime near the river, too young to realize what a flood could mean. He made a rather leisurely move to get out of bed.

"All your friends will be there. Hurry up and maybe you can take some toys along with you. 1 know there are lots of them at the church, already.”

This seemed to register. Tom knew that the weekly gathering of toys at the church intrigued Bobby. He himself had made quite a fuss when he had to surrender some of his own favorites, but he had been consoled when Tom told him he would get them back a little later. The

^ people of Garrison had lived with the turbu..... lent Carson many years and knew that a wealth of toys at the churches to occupy the children were almost as essential as food and clothing.

"Mommy will be in right away,” Tom said as he left the room, meeting Linda just as she was about to go help Jenny get ready.

"Where’s Chris?" he asked her.

"Chris is gone?” She was equally surprised.

"Gone. Where can he be?"

Linda was silent a moment. Tom could see the panic coming to her face. Please keep cool, he thought. If you lose your head we're really in trouble, woman.

"He asked me if he could stay at Miller’s tonight. It was his friend's, Jeffs, birthday and they were having a slumber party.”

"And you let him go at a time like this?”

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Tom asked increduously.

"Of course not,’Ashe snapped. "What kind of a mother do you think 1 am? He must have sneaked otit during themight to.go over there.”

"Well, call up the MilierYand' see if he is over tliere. I’m going oiitside." '• "Tom, I’m really worried about him:.’’ J. .' "Don’t worry, everything will be all right;" Tom squeezed her in his arms, gave her a rough, hurried kiss and dashed down the stairs.

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Tom Adams, like most of the people of Garrison, was a native, born and raised on the banks of the Carson. And like most of the other men, he was a lumberjack by trade. He was big and strong, hardened by long hours in the forests. At times he could be a very coarse man, as rough as the bark on the trees he cut, telling jokes with the best of them after work, in one of the town’s four taverns. But life in the mountains had made him gentle'also. He loved the land, the wildlife that called the forest homeland above all, the river that was the pulsing life line of his world. He was proud of Garrison and proud of his family, his child­ ren shooting up like young spruce, trees, his wife their firmly protective mamma bear. With the rest of the townspeople, he had. seen enough births and deaths; enough lumbering accidents, enough of the beauty of the land to realize the control of God over Garrison, like the soaring of an eagle over the mountain lops.

He went out into the garage and started the car. By now the church bells were ringing the alarm, urging the people to flee the town. He

hocked up the boat and its trailer,,tp the hitch on ,the station wagon. There was already, four inches of water on the.ground that hadn't, been there earlier. This uiarmed Topi. The river was rising faster than he had thought. He--wcnt back'into, the house. .:V.» Linda met him inside the door.‘‘I couldn't get the Miller's; they must have. left, already.

ButT called Ruth Allen and she told me her son had said that Chris was going to be at the party. What should we do?" Tears were welling -up ih'lier eyes. She was worried to death about 'Chris. \ "We’ll just have to hope they took him with the hi when they left; that’s all we caii do.

We can't wait, because the water is going to be running into the car before long. I’m sure they would take Chris with them. He’ll be at the church, just you see." Tom didn't know if he .believed it himself, but it allayed Linda’s fears. "Let’s go." ... He called the children and the four of them went out to the car. Jenny was still very scared and didn’t, say a word. Bobby laughed all the way, sloshing through the black water, holding onto a toy gun Linda had let him take along.

“Where’s Ben?" Bobby abruptly asked as . . he was getting into the back seat. Worrying about Chris, Tom had forgotten to unchain Ben, their golden retriever “Just a minute. I’ll get him.” Tom dashed into the back yard. Ben was there waiting for him, straining at his chain, pawing anxiously at the Water around his feet. When'he saw Tom, he howled at him, rearing up on his haunches.

"You didn't think I’d forget abolit you, boy, did you? No way I'd leave my best hunt­ ing buddy behind.” He patted Beil’s side as he groped for the latch on the chain. He was taking his dog along and yet, leaving a son be­ hind, Tom thought. How could'values be so changed around that a dog was worth more than a boy, that the beautiful wildness of a land was worth more than the dangers it created for those who lived on its fringes?

“C’mon, boy, we’re getting out of here, arcri t we?" He unchained the dog, who in one un­ ending motion bounded to the car and sailed through the tailgate that Linda had open. At last they were off.

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Finally he found the Miller family. Their son, Jeff, told him that as soon as Chris had heard the orders to evacuate, he said he had to get home and had left. Tom shot an accusing glance at Jeffs parents for being fools enough to let his son go, but there was no time to speak. He had to gel back to find Chris By now most of the people were out of town, so the roads were not clogged as Tom sped down the hill. Soon he came to a point at the edge of town where the water was too deep for the car. He jumped out and unhooked the boat, sliding it into the water. As he started it up, another boat approached. In it was Jim Crampton, the town constable.

“Have you seen my son. Chris, anywhere?

He's still in the town.”

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Uon t expect it to hold out any longer than twenty minutes. The town is going to be swept away.”

Tom peered through the darkness towards his home, “No, 1 can do it myself, Jim. He’s at home, I'm positive of it. It will just take me ten minutes to get him. No use endangering yourself.” Tom opened the throttle and roared into the night before Crampton could reply.

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and rising fast when Tom reached his house.

He very hastily tied the rope around a post of their front porch, climbed onto its roof and entered the house by breaking through a second floor window.

“Chris!” he yelled, as soon as he entered.

“Chris, are you here?”

“Dad?” It was a small voice, muffled by the walls and the sound of the surging water.

“I’m in here.”

Tom ran into his bedroom, where the voice came from and found Chris sitting on the bed.

He was soaked to the bone and shivering in the cold. Tom wrapped a blanket around him.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry I went away to­ night.”

“That's OK, Chris: let’s get going.”

“I remembered you told me that whenever there was trouble I should come home to you.”

Chris would not keep quiet. The words ran out of his mouth, one unceasing torrent after another. “You told me and I remembered and here I am. I thought you were mad at me and left me behind, or just forgot about me. I’m sorry, I really am. I was really scared before you came, Dad.” “We’ll talk about it later. Let’s get going,” Tom said as he lifted the small frame of his seven-year old son into his arms.

While Tom had been gone, the waters kept tugging at the boat, little by little loosening the poor knot Tom had hurriedly tied. Just as he stepped out onto the roof of the porch, the knot gave way and the boat vanished into the abysmal night. Tom stood there stunned, staring where the boat had been just a second ago as he held Chris. A siren broke the trance which held him, the siren which was ten miles upstream, at the dam, which was only to be used in case the dam broke. Immediately the church bells joined in. This time it sounded more like a tolling, as if they were mourning a death, the death of Garrison.

“Let it go, let it all go,” Tom muttered under his breath. He carried Chris back inside and put him down. They walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

“Arc we going to die?”

Tom looked at his son’s young, pale face

in the gloom. “Yes. The dam just broke and we’ll be swept away.”

“I was really seared before, when I was alone,” Chris began, undaunted. “But now that you’re with me. I'm not scared at all, no matter what. I’m not alone.”

Tom ran his hand through his son’s hair and marvelled at him. He trusted Tom completely. His childish trust was absolute and unthinking, like the trust a young eagle has to have in the laws of nature in order to fly.

Like the trust it has to have in the power of the wings that support it. Like the eternal soaring of the eagle over its mountain tops.

“No, we’re not alone, Christopher. Let’s pray, OK? Our Father-”

A The house shook from the force of the rushing water.

“Our Father,” Chris’ small voice chimed in. “who art in heaven—” “who art in heaven-” The house gave another violent lurch. Out­ side the rain kept pouring down. The din of the church bells and siren now were almost drowned out by the roar of the wall of water which had just entered the edge of town. “hallowed be Thy name—” DON PIEPER

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Lutheranism Comes to Sweden y^hristianity reached Scandinavia relatively ^late. Though most of continental Europe had been converted to Christianity by the early Middle Ages, no missionaries came to the North until the ninth century. A French monk, Ansgarius, after preaching in Denmark, travelled to Birka, the capital of Sweden during the Age of the Vikings. He was received there peacefully and permitted to preach the Gospel.

Many Swedes were converted to the “White Christ’s Faith”, as the new belief was called.

Most likely the new congregation foundered, since we hear nothing more about it. Follow­ ing Ansgarius there were further attempts to preach the Gospel to the Northmen, but work was difficult. The Swedes abandoned their old gods with reluctance. Not until the twelfth century could Sweden be considered a Chris­ tian nation. By this time the church was very much in evidence, and was already divided in dioceses with a bishop at the head of each.

The new Swedish church submitted, of course, to papal supremacy, although it must be pointed out that since the Scandinavian countries were relatively isolated from the rest of Europe, the bond to the Pope was not all that strong. Peculiarly Roman foibles rarely appealed to the Northern character. The Swedish monasteries, for instance, never reached the degree of worldiness that their continental counterparts did. In fact, protests about the decline of the church were occasionally registered. It was only at the be­ ginning of the sixteenth century, the very decade before the Reformation, that the bishops’ and the secular government’s interests conflicted seriously.

There is one man who plays an outstanding role in the drama of the Swedish Reformation.

His name was Olaus Petri, born in 1493. He grew up as the son of a blacksmith, studied in ppsala and in 1519 graduated as a Master from the University of Wittenberg. In the same year he returned to Sweden and assumed the Position of Master and Dean at the cathedral school of Strangnas. During his stay there, he was influenced by his supervisor, the arch­ 143

deacon, Laurentius Andrae, an honest and sin­ cere man, who was worried about the future of the Roman church. The learned theologian supported Olaus and encouraged him to per­ sist in the Lutheran doctrine.

In the early 1520’s Olaus was accused of heresy by one of the most influential bishops of Sweden. In spite of this charge, the king appointed him city clerk in Stockholm in 1524, and named his friend Laurentius Andrae archdeacon of Uppsala and royal chancellor. In Stockholm Olaus began preaching the Gospel in Swedish, and the people flocked to his church. He was a tremendous preacher, com­ parable to Luther, and spoke in strong language that was readily understandable and still capable of theological depth and stylistic beauty.

In 1525, the same year as Luther’s marriage, Olaus openly defied the church by marrying a wife. Some demanded that Olaus be discharged from his office. King Gustavus Wasa was urged to take an official stand in the question, and for this reason summoned a diet in Vasteras in 1527. As the king personally preferred Luther­ anism, he presented the assembled diet with a reform which would involve the Church of Sweden’s submission, not to the Pope, but to the king. Furthermore, all the real estate donated to the church since 1454 was to be re­ turned to the nobility, and all property not needed was to return to the king. The Word of God was to be proclaimed throughout the land.

After stormy debates, in which the king even threatened to abdicate, the resolution was passed. Not until 1593, however, was it formally stated that the Church of Sweden was Lutheran. At this time the Lutheran Con­ fessions were also officially accepted.

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Bible into Swedish, but the gigantic under­ taking was not completed until 1541. As in Germany, the work has been of fundamental importance for the development of the Swedish language. Until 1917 it remained the authorized version, with one revision in 1702.

Among Olaus Petri’s other works are a number of theological treatises, postillas, hymnals and prayerbooks.

One would suppose that a man of Olaus’ talents would have been duly and gratefully rewarded by the king, but no, he fell into dis­ grace after he reprimanded the king for his violent swearing. Olaus was convicted of treason and sentenced to death, but was par­ doned later because of his immense popular­ ity. He died in Stockholm in 1552.

Ever since, the Church of Sweden has been a state church. The secular government controls it, and most Swedes like it that way.

In 1958, for instance, when the State forced the Church to pass a law permitting women to become pastors, there were few voices raised in protest. Most of the members want to belong to a church without owing it any responsibilities other than their church taxes.

Without attending church at any other time, they can have themselves baptized, confirmed, married and buried and above all, console their consciences by thinking they are Chris­ tians.

I could say much more about the apostacy of the Church of Sweden, but instead I would like to point out that since 1974 a small, but growing Confessional Lutheran church has been in existence in Sweden, protesting against the misleaders of the official church. May it keep its bearings in the days to come, mind­ ful of the rich historical heritage of the days that are past; may its work be blessed, and may it proclaim the Gospel with all the impetuousity and freedom of Olaus Petri to an indifferent and bound world!

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the raTOOLe ages* VememBeR the faith IMhen T. S. Eliot reflected on the First ■^Crusade in Part VIII of his “Choruses from The Rock,’” he acknowledged the prevalence of selfish motives and moral corruption in that campaign. But beneath this overlay of evil he recognized as the core and essence of the crusade a faith that staggers us-“Remember the faith that took men from home at the call of a wandering preacher.”

It is a lesson well taken. Of course, there are limits to what we can expect to find as we look back in history. If we imagine that we can distill and measure the religious essence of an age for purposes of direct comparison, we are mistaken. Strictly speaking, the abstract notion of the “faith of the Middle Ages” is an undiscoverable sum, since faith does not exist open-

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ly or collectively but only in the individual heart. All we can deal with are the external evidences of faith that are found in the histori­ cal record. Still, I think our society stands to gain something from a study of the mere ex­ ternals of medieval Christianity. This will be especially true if one assumes (as I do here) a close relationship between the faith of indi­ viduals and the outward religiosity of an age.

The subject can be approached in many different ways. One area in which Christianity played a leading role in the Middle Ages was the problem of cultural assimilation. That is the direction which the remainder of this essay will take.

The crux of the problem was this, that while Christianity was the established religion

of Europe in the Middle Ages, there was an ex­ traordinarily rich heritage from ancient and contemporary cultures in Northern Europe, the Near East, and the Mediterranean world. The influences of these cultures were numerous and often mutually antagonistic. Medieval historian Friedrich Heer suggests that “medieval civiliza­ tion ... is to be understood as a coexistence of highly improbably opposites, the bringing to­ gether of a number of elements greatly varying in age and ideological origin.” In the area of religion alone, one can cite as influences not just Christianity but also the classical tradition, Islam, the Teutonic and Celtic mythologies, Gnosticism, and Zoroastrianism. Obviously, complete harmony was impossible. But neither do we find a neat polarization between in­ digenously Christian and foreign elements.

Faced with the diversity of their cultural heritage, the medieval Christians over the cen­ turies purified, reinterpreted, and transformed as much as they could borrow from non-Chris­ tian sources-in other words, they assimilated portions of other cultures and restated them in Christian terms.

Perhaps some examples of this phe­ nomenon will make the point clearer. The following illustrations are a random collection, and some of them are in themselves relatively trivial, but they are representative of the vari­ ous ways in which Christianity determined in part the course of cultural assimilation.

There were basically two ways of giving Christian meaning to pagan literature. One was simply to change it. This can be seen in such a work as Beowulf. Although Beowulf derives its vigor and atmosphere from the oral tradition of a heathen warrior society, its final written form contains some (occasionally incongruous) Christian accretions, probably an attempt on the part of monkish scribes to render the epic serviceable for a Christianized England. Similar late Christian touches are evident in some of the Icelandic sagas. The other approach was to leave the work intact but to ascribe Christian significance to it. Here the outstanding example is Virgil. Throughout the Middle Ages, the opening lines of his Fourth Eclogue, which spoke of a child coming from heaven to restore the Golden Age, were taken to be a special prophecy of Christ’s birth. As for the Aeneid, the theme of the founding of Rome took on added significance in view of Rome’s status as

the capital of medieval Christendom, and the pagan sibyls (the Sibyl of Cumae is prominent in Book VI of the Aeneid) were credited with transmitting Christian revelation.

Even in philosophy, an area where the medieval church went far astray, Christianity played a major role in shaping the revival of pagan thought. The acceptance of Aristotle can serve as an example. In the thirteenth century the texts of many long-lost treatises by Aristotle came to light and sparked a contro­ versy among scholastic theologians. The con­ servatives rejected Aristotle completely as a threat to revealed religion and traditional theology; a number of radicals led by Siger de Brabant insisted on absolutely unrestricted rational inquiry. In this controversy, however, the solution that was to become the norm for Catholic philosophy was provided by the colossal synthesis of Thomas Aquinas. Thomas 146

was satisfied that Aristotelianism needed only to be purged of its obviously pagan elements and to be somewhat restricted in its applica­ tion before it could become a safe and valuable addition to Christian theology and philosophy.

In view of the results, we would have to say that the Aristotelian influence was not harm­ less, but Thomas at least thought that he was subjecting Aristotelianism to Christianity and not the other way around.

The superstitious and mythological notions that were inherited from the ancient world were also worked into the Christian scheme of things—sometimes in ways that strike us as bizarre. Astrology of one form or another was the rule throughout the Middle Ages (Luther was exceptional in rejecting it completely), but only because it was felt to be in harmony with the Bible. As early as the seventh century, Bishop Isidore of Seville had declared this ancient pseudo-science to be mostly sound.

Palmistry, too, was practiced and justified on the basis of Exodus 8:9—‘'It shall be for a sign unto thee upon thine hand.” From the mythology of the past, medieval man derived his belief in unicorns. This beast became a leading motif in heraldry and in tapestries, not only because of its appeal to the imagination of the times but also because it had a new mean­ ing. Frequently the unicorn is a symbol of Christ; it appears in the company of a virgin and raises “the horn of salvation” (Ps. 18:2).

Medieval bestiaries are full of allegorical inter­ pretations like this. The long-standing belief in monstrous creatures also bore fruit in the Christian imagination. They came to be associated with demonic powers and hence were represented visually in the grotesque sculptures on cathedral exteriors to symbolize the protective capacity of the Church.

My last example, the transformation of courtly love, is a strange but nevertheless striking testimony to the vitality of the Chris­ tian influence on culture and social life in the Middle Ages. Courtly society developed in France during the twelfth century (perhaps as the result of Oriental contacts) and flourished

at the court of Eleanor of Aquitaine. The basic feature of the movement, courtly love, was radically opposed to traditional feudal and Christian values because of its exaltation of women and glorification of adulterous love. In spite of this, there was from the start a tendency within the movement to harmonize it with Christianity. Andreas Capellanus, the author of a book of rules for courtly love, felt compelled to attempt this, though the results were rather unconvincing. More significant were the efforts of the poets, especially the German poets of Minnedienst (love service), to purify courtly love by raising it to an allegorical level as a symbol of Divine Love. The transcendent, spiritualized love of Dante and Beatrice in the Divine Comedy was one of the products of this shift in meaning toward Christian values.

It is not my intention in this essay to pro­ pose that the assimilation of culture on Chris­ tian terms is a rule that can account for all or even most of the cultural development of the Middle Ages. One could easily adduce plenty of instances to the contrary. What seems obvious to me, however, is that this process was a prominent feature of medieval life. And the natural inference seems to be this: for a large number of medieval Christians, a basic con­ cern was to let the Christian faith be the focus and the determining factor for every aspect of life. When they grappled with problems, they did so from a Christian standpoint. When they read literature, they looked for religious sig­ nificance. When they came into contact with art, they let it speak to them in the symbolic language of faith.

An immediate comparison between our society and theirs in this respect would be somewhat fallacious. We would be unable to duplicate the medieval experience if only be­ cause we lack their extraordinary naivete. But I wonder how often we even think to ask the same question as they did, namely, “How can one’s whole life derive its meaning from faith?” For a society in which religion is be­ coming more and more a one-hour-a-week observance, it is a question worth considering.

JOEL FREDRICH

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emphasized Simeon’s faith, “because it is con­ trary to all reason and every law of nature, that Simeon should see the kingdom of this child as he holds him in his arms... but that’s how keen the eyes of faith are.” Luther concludes, "Nun lass, Herr, deiner Knecht in Frieden, ich fuerchte hinfort nicht mehr wider Suend und Hoelle, bin im Glauben ganz ertrunken.

Aeusserlich sterb ich, aber der innere Glaube verschluckt den Tod.” The chorale was included in Johann Spangenberg’s 12 christliche Lobgesaenge und Leisen, published in Wittenberg in 1545 with a fifth stanza doxology appended. In 1542, the chorale appeared in Evangelische Sterbelieder und Grabinschriften in two alternate versions; Im Fried bin ich dahin gefahm denn mein Augen gesehen haben dein Heiland von dir bereit zum Licht der ganzen Christenheit.

Indes ruh ich in dieser Gruft bis auf meincs Herm Wiederkunft.

Mit Fried und Freud in guter Ruh froehlich taet ich meine Augen zu und legt michschlafeninmeinGrab, weil ich dein Heiland gesehen hab, den du fuer uns all hast bereit zum Heil der ganzen Christenheit dass er das ewige Licht sollt sein den Heiden zum seligen Schein und dass auch Israel darob hab Herrlichkeit und ewigs Lob. Luther discourses on a similar theme in a lengthy Tischrede and concludes, “Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin, denn meine Augen haben deinen Heiland geselien, darum der Tod mein Schlaf worden.” By now, Luther quotes the Scripture verse in the words of his own chorale.

Like other chorales that became rallying cries for the Reformation cause, Mit Fried und Freud became instantly popular. In 1534, it is told, in the city of Goest, the Catholic authorities condemned Gerbermeister Schlachtorp and his evangelical companions to death.

As Schlachtorp stood at the executioner’s block, he began to sing this chorale. The executioner faltered and misstruck. The condemned men fought their way to freedom and led the people of the city in a revolt against the Catholics. It was also Luther’s last statement on his deathbed before Justus Jonas asked him for a confession of faith. “Ich fahr dahin in Fried und Freud. Amen.”

The chorale is more tranquil than many of Luther’s hymns, with none of the glamour of Ein feste Burg or the rollicking jubilation of Gott sei gelobet. An old man is singing, and the thousands of years of anticipation have come to an unmistakable climax. There are no more arguments left, the evidence is incontrovertible.

Spitta ranked the chorale very high. “Es ist gewiss, dass aus keiner der Uebersetzungen uns eine so starke persoenliche Stimmung entgegendringt, wie aus diesem Liede.” The same critic remarked, “The expression of peaceful ful­ fillment and quiet joy could not have been better portrayed than by the double inter­ change of eight-syllable and four-syllable lines and a conclusion with two sets of seven syllables.” It is quietly emphatic and, like all of Luther’s chorales, its sound and sense are ex­ quisitely blended.

Luther’s treatment of death differs marked­ ly from that of his medieval precursors, who re­ garded death with an honest terror, and his Pietistic “successors,” who viewed it as a senti­ mental opportunity. The close juxtaposition of birth and death, Old and New Testaments, the promises of the Jews and the hope of the Gen­ tiles are integral to the text of the Lobgesang.

The history of the Lutheran chorale might rightly be called the history of its decline. Once the ties that bound the church with the national folk-song and the Lied were severed, the strength of the chorale was necessarily sapped at the roots. Lacking the structured formulas of Catholicism, the liturgy, too, in its chorale-less state, and more often than not divorced from the actual celebration of the Mass, assumed the very inflexible position that Luther had warned against.

The hymnboard, it is said, tells the story.

I would not like to think that the chorale has become only a historical phenomenon. I don’t believe it is time yet to sit back and comment cooly on the “fighting” character of the chorale as if we have advanced beyond that necessity. But far be it from me to defend something that can’t really be defended; the chorale speaks or, I should say, sings for itself. in peace and joy 1 now depart At God’s disposing; For full of comfort is my heart, Soft reposing.

So the Lord hath promised me, And death is but a slumber.

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Every nation,

By Thy dear and wholesome Word, In every place resounding.

Tis Christ that wrought this work for me, My faithful Savior, Whom Thou hast made my eyes to see

By Thy favor.

Now I know He is my life, My help in need and dying.

He is the hope and saving light Of lands benighted:

By Him are they who dwelt in night Fed and lighted.

He is Israel’s Praise and Bliss, Their Joy, Reward, and Glory.

Him Thou hast unto all set forth Their great Salvation And to His kingdom called the earth,

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CARL SPRINGER

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TI?e Mystery Map ¥yver since his arrival in Watertown last X-ftpring, Mr. Kia Tou Lee, our Laotian refugee-tumed-janitor, has been something of an enigma for Northwestern College students.

Some have suggested that he was sent here in an intercontinental trade which shipped Dean Chworowsky to Hong Kong and an undis­ closed amount of cash to Laos. Others have wondered if he actually isn’t being groomed to teach a new elective, Laotian 51, and to spear­ head the drive to incorporate the study of the Laotian language into our curriculum. In an effort to unravel some of the mysteries sur­ rounding our Laotian maintenance man, I recently set out to interview Mr. Kia Tou Lee. Language, of course, was one of two prob­ lems I feared as I undertook my assignment.

I soon discovered, however, that Mr. Lee is acquainted with more languages than the average NWC senior! Besides Laotian, Mr. Lee claims to be able to read and write English, French, Thailand, Mong, and Naothcung, though not all “real veil.” His English was acquired at a military school in Thailand in 1969, and permits him both to understand English conversation, provided it is not spoken too rapidly, and to express his thoughts reason­ ably well, though with a heavy accent. LearnEnglish was a process which was “ve-ly hard for him. Yet, it proved profitable when he served as an interpreter in the army while in J-aos. Today he is an interpreter for most of is family, since he was the only member of ls family to set foot in Wisconsin with a Knowledge of English.

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My other fear was simply that Mr. Lee might not wish to talk about himself or his life history in such an interview. This definitely was not the case! Mr. Lee seemed very willing to talk about his life in Laos and his transloca­ tion.

Mr. Lee grew up on a small rice and com farm in the highlands of Laos, quite far removed from that country’s larger metropoli­ tan centers. While he was still a youngster, Communist infiltrators were already beginning to make inroads near the area where he lived.

Finally, in 1960, a revolution took place, and as a result of this, though he had only Finished one year of high school, Mr. Lee was recruited into the Laotian army. Army uniforms were his garb for the next 15 years of his life.

During his time in the military, he served in a number of different capacities. For seven months he was a member of the Forward Air Control, which frequently involved him in what we might call “guinea pig” helicopter missions. By flying at low altitudes over the landscape, he determined where to direct air strikes by noting where the gunfire originated that was Fired at his helicopter! This was a task which was “ve-ly, ve-ly dangerous,” and on two occasions the engine of his “chopper” quit in mid-air, causing both man and machine to plummet to the ground. Though he escaped injury in his second crash, he was hospitalized for two weeks after his first crash, and can still display a bald spot on his head as a memento of that incident.

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is the portrait taken after he was elevated to the position of captain in 1970. Though a captain in the Laotian army is below the major, lieutenant colonel, colonel, and general, it is an important position,- and he wore the three stars on his shoulder very proudly. In the five years following this appointment, he also served as an interpreter, a liaison officer, and what is called an SI Staff Officer. This last position was the office he held when he left Laos a year and a half ago; without a doubt, it demanded much responsibility. As SI Staff Officer, he supervised all the battalion’s paper work, from filling out supply orders to record­ ing the payroll.

A picture of Mr. Lee’s Laotian home which hangs on his living room wall grimly attests to the fact that it was very hard for him to leave his home and country. His house had been built by his own hands, and the barn behind it housed water buffalo, pigs, chickens, a cow and a goat. Three soldiers were even appointed to help with farm duties.

May 22, 1975, 11:00 a.m. was a moment which Mr. Lee said he will never forget-the moment when he caught his last glimpse of his homeland. Still, the move to America was absolutely necessary for him. In regard to the Communists, Mr. Lee simply says, “We cannot stay with them.”

After spending ten months in a camp in Thailand where conditions were “not so good,” Mr. Lee, his mother, his 16-year-old brother, his wife and his four children were transported to Watertown under the sponsorship of the Wisconsin Lutheran Synod churches in town.

Needless to say, since that time there have been drastic changes as the Lees have been faced with the process of “Americanization.” Today his wife is attending adult school to learn English, his oldest son is attending Trinity Lutheran School, and his 16-year-old brother is a freshman at Lakeside Lutheran High School. Partly through the help of Dr. Sullivan, his brother has picked up enough English to allow him to get A’s and B’s at Lakeside! Mr. Lee has kept quite active, not only by scrubbing the dirty floors and smudged win­ dows of Northwestern, but also by moonlighting with Duraclean, by interpreting for the members of his family and the other Laotian family in town, and by answering silly inter­

viewers. Though he admits that he would rather not do janitorial work if he had the choice, he confesses that it is “not so bad” and that he will stay for as long as he can at NWC. About two months ago he moved from the old Spaude residence on campus to 109 E. Green Street, and although he now has a long bicycle ride to work, he is well pleased with the size and layout of his new abode.

Along with jobs and the language problem, Mr. Lee and his family have been assailed by a whirlwind of other unfamiliar phenomena.

Hamburgers are nothing new for the Laotians, but snow and cold weather is! Actually, Mr. Lee confesses that “the snow is nice,” but he isn’t sure if he will ever get used to the cold, since 30 degrees was the coldest reading he ever remembered in Laos. The family already owns a sharp-looking, middle-sized car, a television, and a telephone, and they are becoming used to our wide, straight highways. It may take a number of years for Mr. Lee to become a loyal Green Bay Packer fan, but our game of football does rate a “ve-ly good” in his book, and his brother is presently learning the fundamentals at Lakeside. He himself played “football” in Laos, but this “football” (soccer) was quite a bit different from our game. TV, soccer and basketball games have offered a great deal of entertainment as have a fishing trip to Hustisford and a trip to see the Brewers. The fact is that the mention of any American sport brings a wide smile of approval to his face!

Undoubtedly, though, the most important novelty in his life is his new religion. While in Laos, Mr. Lee and his family were avowed Buddhists. Today, however, a sketch of Jesus, drawn by Mr. Lee’s brother, is posted on his living room wall. As he says, “Now I become a Christian!” Eventually he plans on being con­ firmed, but through the instructions which he is receiving from Pastor Vomhof, he realizes that he has much to learn and admits, “I must wait until I understand all things.” It is interesting for us to note that it is primarily be­ cause he liked and admired the Christians he met, that he decided to accept the Christian religion as his own.

I found Mr. Kia Tou Lee to be a goodnatured person, whose amiability is reflected in a very ready smile. He is a man with a very interesting background and has no scruples

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anything that he disliked about America, Mr. Lee replied with a smile, “No.”

about rehashing his past. Besides, he is a man from whom we can learn to appreciate what America has to offer. When asked if there was

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the trial of the moke ^rou can’t squeeze blood from a lemon, but *. the Milwaukee Repertory Theater Com­ pany certainly tried with The Trial of the Moke. The production of the play was very clever, technically speaking, and the players presented their roles with an exceptional mixture of gusto and finesse. The only draw­ back to a very good performance was the script of the play itself. The playwright, Daniel Stein, showed a lack of skill, imagination, sensitivity and depth of insight in the treatment of his subject matter. In short, the author lacked the quality which the director and cast possessed to a large extent, creativity.

The story was historical and unclimactic, centering around a mulatto, Henry Ossian Flipper, and his army career. According to the playbill he was the first black cadet to graduate from West Point (1873-1877) and was later courtmartialed (1881). Again and again the playwright begs sympathy from the audience for a man who was discriminated against.

Lietuenant Flipper possessed great intellectual gifts and excelled in engineering. Very likely he could have achieved much, but the white officers at the fort in which he was stationed stole the funds for which Lt. Flipper as Acting Commisary of Subsistence was responsible.

The author shallowly makes black pride the reason for Lt. Flipper’s attempt to cover up the incident with a bouncing check and his blatant lies to his commanding office. In the subse­ quent courtmartial Flipper was found innocent of embezzlement but guilty of disobeying his commanding officer, and conduct unbecoming an officer in that he lied to his colonel, both accusations being justified.

The playwright posed, perhaps unwittingly, the same question Dostoevsky asked in Crime

and Punishment, “Does a man, be he a Napolean or a genius, have a right to do any­ thing, even misdeeds, to achieve his goal?” The answer Daniel Stein would plead for his play is, “Yes, such a man can do wrong and indeed must do wrong.” Prof. Joseph Fletcher and his theory of situational ethics would be heartened by this play. Mr. Stein sullies this theme by bringing in the added aspect of racial bigotry, which is not at the core of his play.

For all of the flaws in the script, 1 came out of the theater saying, “That was great!”

There are many elements of the theater other than the message. The actors in the Milwaukee Repertory Company are some of the finest in the Midwest. (I make this claim by comparing their two performances this season with per­ formances I’ve seen at the Guthrie in Minneapolis.) In The Trial of the Moke the actors developed real characters, as it were, in spite of the author. The two rejected black cadets played by Bill Douglass and Bob Gossett turned in excellent supporting performances and added a semi-farcical dimension to the play. Franklyn Seales, as Lt. Henry Flipper in the lead role, did a fine job in portraying a torn, but proud, character. Durward McDonald, as Col. William “Pecos Bill” Shatter, provided a vibrant performance, and the playgoer could only wish that the characters he portrays might differ more from play to play. The rightful star of this play was the director, Robert Lanchester. The blocking of the play, that is, the movement on the stage, was superb. The action constantly moved with the rapid scenes shifting attention to the various sections of the stage. Every person in the theater could see, hear, and understand the actors at all times.

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of one actor in front of another, were dramatic and an aid to the actor’s art. The set was per­ fect for the play. The abilities the actors showed, and the creativity of the director should be hopeful premonitions of outstanding performances to come when the company

tackles a proven play.

The comedy Private Lives by Noel Coward may prove to be just such a play. It has already begun its run at the MRT and will continue through January 16. I think it should be a piece of theater that any one could enjoy.

PAUL A. IBISCH

Reviews COURBET and the REALISTS seems that controversy always ac­ 1 tcompanies a new period in art. When the use of extravagant colors was at its peak in the early 1900’s, critics bombarded what are now acceptable and very expensive paintings. When Picasso and friends reduced painting to geometric forms, the public wrinkled up its nose before realizing their value in the cycle of art. More recently, when Andy Warhol pre­ sented us with his latest in the line of soup cans or tennis shoes, the overall reaction was that he failed to meet artistic standards and was un­ worthy of wall space. Certainly art is a contin­ ual learning process for the viewer and artist alike, for time and time again yesterday’s atrocities have become today’s masterpieces.

In the same light, the school of Realism met no kinder fate during its formulative years in mid-19th century France than did its predecessors, nor did its best friend and founder, Gustave Courbet. Courbet, however was a quite determined man and had the two gifts needed for anyone trying to uproot con­ ventionalism: he was the possessor of a tremen­ dous ego and he thrived on controversy.

These two qualities in addition to an inbred artistic penchant for painting things the way he saw them were all Courbet needed to start a new movement and to get on the wrong side of the populace and critics of France.

During his initial years as a professional painter Courbet met with varying degrees of success as he continued to paint acceptable themes in an acceptable style. The very first

painting he submitted to the French Salon was accepted, and a few years later one of his canvasses received a second place award, lauded by both the public and critics. This modest victory achieved some very desirable results, mainly in the fact that it made unnecessary future submission of his paintings for the approval of a Salon jury. This was indeed for­ tunate, as in the Salon of 1850 Courbet entered an enormous canvas—more than ten by twenty-one feet—which would probably have been rejected by the jury. The jury, however, could do nothing about it, and when the ex­ hibition opened the painting was there to shock the critics and rock Parisian society.

The painting was Funeral at Ornans, a pageantlike stretch of figures-priests, towns­ men, mourners-spread out across the wide canvas, centering on a shirtsleeved gravedigger kneeling at the edge of the open grave and ob­ viously impatient for the priest to finish the service. There was absolutely no drama or glamour in the picture. Everything in the painting, from the serious faces of the towns­ people to the crucifix held high by a whiterobed priest, was convincingly, quietly natural.

These were real people at a real funeral.

That is exactly what enraged Paris, Real people—worse, people of the lower orderpainted on a canvas so large it should have been reserved only for a “noble” subject classically portrayed. This realism was the embodiment of two evils, vulgarity and socialism, which the public could not stomach. The populace hated 152

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it, the jurists hated it, the critics hated it, and Courbet loved it, exclaiming blissfully, “What a rumpus, children, what a rumpus!” He was now in his element.

Courbet went on painting the same subject matter in the same silent style, oblivious to the criticism and controversy that each one of his canvasses produced. When he gradually moved away from polemical works and depictions of “ugly” commoners to hunting scenes and land­ scapes, Courbet’s popularity began to grow. He started to gather followers of his style, with such men as Millet, Corot, and Daumier embracing the realist theories. The tide of Realism rose with its founder’s fame to the high point in 1867 of a Paris World’s Exhibition in which Courbe’t displayed 130 paintings and a number of sculptures. Two years later he had the immense satisfaction of loudly rejecting the Emperor’s offer of the Cross of the Legion of Honor.

Unfortunately, Courbet was as active in politics as he was in painting, and with the turmoil in France at this time he became a persona non grata with the current power. His fame plummeted almost overnight and he was banished from his country, serving out his life an exile in Switzerland. He continued to paint; in fact, some of these canvasses are very good, but it was a man broken in mind and spirit who died in 1877.

In retrospect, Courbet achieved many accomplishments that would be utilized by painters after him. Rejecting the drama of the Romantics, Courbet brought art down to the good solid earth. He established the right of the artist to paint what he saw without being bound by tradition or held in line by schools or the art fashion of the hour. Most of all, he raised the standard of the artist as an independent individual with freedom of aesthetic choice.

JOEL LEYRER

The Microscope A rotting cardboard box with a glass cover “ filled with uniform rows of deserted dissection tables and walled in by balding taxi­ dermy; this is the biology lab, a brainchild of the 1930’s. The square room-its paint dis­ figured by acidic vapors-holds no refuge from the bright afternoon sunshine. The brilliant heat mixed with the musty odors of old age seems to purge the room of human noncon­ formity. Blinding beams knife through the lab, searching out and centering on a solitary figure hunched over his microscope. Gradually the effects of this constant vigil are evident when large drops of nervous perspiration form on the student’s forehead. Beneath that sweaty brow fevered thoughts race.

Why did they keep me away from my uork? I thought they loved me. Now I know that they have made fun of me whenever my ack was turned. They didn't want me to study; they were jealous of me. They said I was sick and couldn’t finish my studies. Now I'm so far behind the rest of my class that they won t kt me graduate. Not graduate, after all 153

these years of study! I’ll show them. I’ll make up for lost time, and nothing will stop me. I’ll work all day, everyday, until I’ve completed these studies. If only there weren’t so much sunshine..

Evidently forced hospitalization had helped him little, for his hand trembled as he drew the Petri dish closer. A shock of matted, yellow hair fell before his sunken eyes as he peered into the culture. There, reflected in the glass lid, was a haggard face which he no longer recognized.

“Is that really me? What did I do to deserve this? My mother always spoiled me; she was ashamed of me. Since I was the youngest child, the achievements of my brothers and sisters overshadowed me. They set high standards which everyone expected me to live up to. My mother made sure that I always met the challenge. Of course, I could never have done it by myself, so my mother did it for me. If there was a theme assigned, I would meticulously copy her ideas. If it was a science project, she would do all the lettering on the poster board.

and I would trace it in ink, calling it my own work. I would feel guilty if I ever won anything. After school, she was always waiting for me in the school parking lot. The ride home was an interrogation of the worst sort. I could keep nothing from her; all of my childish blunders had to be confessed. By the time the car pulled into the driveway, I had been drained of everything. I was glad to escape and do penance in my room by studying. This heat is killing me.”

He uncovered the culture and began the process of isolating an organism while the acrid fumes of the freshly opened culture filled him with nausea and sympathy. He didn’t hear the lovers who had chosen the stairway near the lab to whisper the hopes of eternity into one another’s ears. He couldn’t hear the laughter from outside the building which would, years from now, cause old friends to reminisce about their college days.

“I made good grades, and I was rewarded with my mother’s love. She said she loved me, and I needed that love so very much. My life centered on her love and my studies. As soon as I got home, I’d go to my room and open my books. It wasn’t easy to concentrate with all the neighbor kids shouting at the nearby base­ ball field, but I managed. There was no time to monkey around with silly little girls; science was more important. I could swear I heard the furnace kicking in. It’s blazing in here.”

Using a discarded scalpel, he dabbed a por­ tion of the culture on a test slide. Adding a drop of water, he squished a cover plate on the slide and centered it under the lens of his microscope.

“Now that I’m in college everything seems to have changed. I’ve found that love is only a very fickle word. My mother questions every­ thing I do. If I want to do something other than study-like joining a club- she thinks I’m becoming a subversive. The last time I visited home, she insinuated that I must be weird be­ cause I never go out with any girls. How can I tell her that I’m afraid of girls? She’s always done all of my talking. How can I tell her that I’m afraid of people and changes? All I want is peace and quiet, and my science. I’m going to have to open a window in here, or this hot house will roast me.”

Carefully he adjusted the focus on the microscope, and the blur began to clear. He could now pick out the individual protozoa as

they wiggled before his eyes. The ciliated protozoa were putting on quite a show, but they weren’t enough to keep his mind from wandering. The only thing that preoccupied him was the barrage of life’s difficult equations.

“Am I perverted? Am I weird just because I don’t date a girl? If I am, what about my roommate? He doesn’t have a girl, instead he plays the part of the pietistic fool. The. main pleasure in his life appears to be.-tormenting people with questions he knows they can’t answer. If he can’t think of a question, he relies on the newsletter from his hometown church to bore his victim. He won’t be silenced.

On a Sunday morning, you can see him strutting down the corridor like a peacock; but at night he curls up with a filthy magazine like a rat fondling a stinking piece of meat. There’s no escape for me from his continual clawing. He’s my roommate, and each day he slashes away at my inner being while carrying the plague which bums inside of him.

“This disease takes many forms. The boy down the hall has no girl and probably wouldn’t be satisfied with one who would take a shine to him. He’s not handsome and has no attractive attributes. What he does have is an imaginative dream world. There isn’t a segment of ‘Star Trek’ that he hasn’t seen at least seven or eight times. He goes down to the comer newspaper stand every week to pick up new comic book serials as soon as they arrive. His bookshelves bulge with science fiction paper­ backs. All of the material he reads or sees or hears supplies him with a sufficient number of exotic monsters which he as the super hero slays. Following each adventure, the gratitude of the loveliest maiden in his Shangri-la is showered upon her savior.”

With the sunlight still pouring in, the stu­ dent’s neck jerks from a nerve spasm. When his eyes again come to rest on the microscope, 154

any love in return, only my freedom. You, my little friend, are sailing away into that oblivion.

People may come and put this slide under the microscope, but all they will see is a shell; for your spirit will be free. Sometimes people can make slides of other people. Locked in their glass cases, these specimens can never be free.

Instead, they are scrutinized under the micro­ scope time after time and laughed at. When you realize you’ve been raised in a culture with eyes observing your every move, they lock you away with no freedom. No freedom!”

Snapping glass punctuates his final exclamation, and sunlight glitters on the broken glass and spattered blood.

he sees the specimen he wants to preserve permanently. Carefully he transports the in­ dividual specimen to another slide and adds the proper pigment. Eager to see if all of the speci­ men’s flagella show up, he places this new slide on the microscope.

“Lucky fellow, swimming your way into inky oblivion. You can do it, and no one stops you. How I wish it were night and that I, as a raven, could slice upward into the nothingness.

To feel the caress of the warm gentle rains or the rebuke of winter winds would be my only wish. What a love it would be to follow and serve my pale mistress Artemis as she wings her way across the midnight sky. I wouldn’t ask

PAUL A. IBISCH

AluMIMi As I sit down to write this month’s Alumni ^column, my thoughts are focused else­ where, that is, on the upcoming Christmas break which is only a week away. To be sure, Christmas vacation serves as a welcome breather from classes and gives one an oppor­ tunity to participate in other activities. How­ ever, this vacation has a much more important aspect to it. It contains, rather, it centers around the celebration of Christmas. Thus it is that I, together with Christians all over the world, am looking forward to the chance to ponder upon, to relive the blessed coming of Jesus. By the time you read this article, though, the Christmas season will have come and gone. All the decorations will have been boxed up and stored away for another year, and, regrettably, our faith and joy, renewed by once again focusing our attention on Christ’s coming to this earth, will also have been shunted aside and left to pale beside other “more important” things such as the paycheck, the grocery bill, and taxes. Surely this is a sad comment to be made on the faith of Chris­ tians, but it seems to happen to all of us, yours truly included. Therefore, it is my wish for all of you that that same “holiday spirit” which pervaded your every thought and action during the past Christmas season may also remain for

the balance of the year. May we decorate our hearts year round with the green boughs and ornaments of an envigorated faith and hope in the Lord.

CALLS —Rev. Michael Engel (’68), who formerly served Zion and Courtland Lutheran, Courtland, MI, was installed at Salem (Cramer St.), Milwaukee, WI, on November 21, 1976.

-Rev. Reinhold Roth (’30), who former­ ly served Gethsemane, Omaha, NE, was in­ stalled at St. Lucas, Milwaukee, WI, on Decem­ ber 12, 1976.

-Rev. Harold Hagedorn (’66), who former­ ly served St. Paul’s, Douglas, AZ, was installed at St. Peters, Ft. Collins, CO, on November 28, 1976.

-Rev. Theodore Sauer (’37), who formerly served as a missionary in Zambia, Africa, accepted a call to St. James, Kalamazoo, MI. Rev. Sauer will be installed in February 1977.

-Rev. Waldemar Geiger (’42), who former­ ly served St. Paul, Greenleaf, WI, accepted a call to St. Matthew, Marathon, WI. -Rev. William Bernhardt (’64), has accepted a call to Divine Peace, Milwaukee, WI. Rev. Bernhardt formerly served Immanuel,

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-Prof. John Jeske (’45), currently a Pro­ fessor at WLS, Mequon, observed his 25th anniversary in the ministry on November 27, 1976.

—Bethlehem Lutheran, Watertown, SD, ob­ served the twentieth anniversary of its organi­ zation on September 19, 1976.

-Our Savior, San Antonio, TX, observed its tenth anniversary on December 12, 1976.

Rev. Donald Stuppy (’70), serves the congre­ gation.

-Christ the Lord, Houston, TX, will cele­ brate its tenth anniversary on January 16, 1977. Rev. Vilas Glaeske serves the congrega­ tion.

DEDICATIONS —Beautiful Savior, Corvallis, OR, dedicated its new chapel on November 14, 1976. Rev. Mark Hannemann (’69), serves the congrega­ tion.

-Peace, Vancouver, WA, dedicated its new chapel on November 21, 1976. Rev. Fred Zimmerman (’70), serves the congregation.

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BIRTHS -A daughter was born to Pastor and Mrs. Janies Naumann in November 1976. Rev. Naumann (’69), serves St. Mark, Sterling Heights, MI. —A son, Philip James, was born to Pastor and Mrs. James Cloute. Rev. Cloute (’72), serves Redeemer, Pierre, SD. —A daughter, Erin Jessica, was born to

Pastor and Mrs. Robert Otto on October 21, 1976. Rev. Otto (’70), currently serves First Lutheran, Aurora, and St. Mark, Sutton, NE. --A son was born to Pastor and Mrs. Fred Zimmerman on November 20, 1976. Rev. Zimmerman (’70), serves Peace, Vancouver, WA. DEATH —Rev. Alfred Schewe (’31), who formerly served St. John, Milwaukee, WI, died Novem­ ber 21, 1976.

GLENN SCHWANKE

PoETRy THE KOOKS COME TO COLORADO I once longed for the fireball, The cherub with the manufactured sword.

The oikoumcnc’s boomerang.

Or let it be from God, or space; Sprung from icy purity, or spawned from steaming rot: As long as it was relatively thorough.

And thoroughly just: I longed to see the land licked clean, I longed to inherit the earth.

But the sun continued to bounce its setting rays From a wreath of blue fumes Off growling rush hour snakes of glass and metal, And the next day again climb, never once pausing When its light got caught in the dark nets of dark narrow alleys, and struggled, and died.

My miscalculation was slowly made plain: The sun was unaffected by the obscenities it illumined, And the earth had not yet reached its capacity.

But I had. so I lied, Created my own apocalypse, And these crags became the ruins that I haunt.

Where the wind threshes pine needles and my hair, And no concrete structures prevent it; The sunlight falls on blue lakes, moss, my arms and face.

No black asphalt traps it.

The smoke that spices the air comes from pine log fires.

The paths that I travel are sloping and winding And soft and giving: my passing leaves its mark.

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But daily new pockmarks appear in my path In the wake of new vibram soles.

And daily the breezes Bring more and more pinesmoke.

And daily I climb to the highest crag And look down, and watch, As station wagons filled with sticky children And retired Chryslers pulling pensioned trailers, complete with bathrooms, And vans filled with marijuana smoke Slowly make their way to where I am And bring me what I fled.

And I sniff the air, And can’t tell Which smoke is from my fire.

And I leave my crag And retrace my steps, Indistinguishable among many other footprints there.

And now I meet a hiker.

The plaid on his flannel shirt is identical to mine.

He smiles and points that out, and I smile back, And as I continue down the path I try to think Just what it was that was supposed to shield me from the fireball.

For the life of me I can’t think what.

The apocalypse pauses by a Scenic Lookout Long enough for a man to get out, Take a picture of his wife and whining children, Threaten confiscation of comic books, And herd them all back in, and continue on towards the Bcartail Lake KOA. PHIL MERTEN

SpORTS Wictor Hugo philosophized, “People do not ■ lack strength; they lack will.” It would appear that such is the case as far as wrestling at Northwestern is concerned. From what I’ve heard, there are more excuses for getting out of wrestling than there are for getting out of classes. Nearly anyone who wrestled in high school will tell you there is no basis for motiva­ tion. Or, they’ll say, wrestling just isn’t any fun-or maybe girl friends take up all the week­ ends. I guess if you look long enough, eventually you can find a corner to hide in or a stone to hide beneath.

As things stand now, our wrestling team is

composed mostly of Freshmen. They’re trying their hardest, but success isn’t often on sale.

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One of the best-kept secrets on campus is the name of the conference for our basketball team. I was about to ask Dave Voss, who keeps track of such things, when I noticed the title on the front of a schedule. As is printed there in black and red, our conference is known as the Wisconsin Conference of Independent Colleges—not to be confused with the Upper Mid-West Football Conference. Currently our basketball team has a 4-5 record and is 3-2 in the Wisconsin Conference of Independent Colleges.

In their opener the Trojans trounced St. Francis DeSales 100-44. Mark “the Mule” Mueller paved the road to victory with 24 tallies, while Paul Zell had 17 and Paul Jankc 14. Rumor has it that some of our intramural teams have been more impressive on any given night. I don’t like to believe those rumors though, especially since I play on an intramural team and could be biased. On November 20 the Trojans lost a nail-biter to Madison Edgewood 67-65. Zell led all scorers with 18 points, Bruce “Mac” McKenncy contributed 17 and Denny Himm found the range for 12. 6’4” Sophomore Jeff Kaul paced the victors with 16 points and Keith French had 15. Three days later the Trojans came up against Wisconsin Lutheran Seminary. The Trojans’ erratic shooting con­ jured up visions of a hunter trying to hit a teal with a sawed-off shotgun. Meanwhile Sem utilized their height advantage quite judicious­ ly and piled up a huge lead before the subs finished out the game. The final score of 76-68 isn’t indicative of how close the game actually was. Ageless Glen Thompson crashed his way inside for 22 points and Rog Kuerth had a fine night with 19 points. 54 of the Trojans' 68 points came from McKennev, Zell, and Jack 159

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Beck, which would seem to indicate we could use a more balanced attack.

On the second anniversary of the Russians’ discovery of silverware, the Trojans romped past Marian College of Fond du Lac 74-51, but to give credit where credit is due, Marian’s cheerleaders did a commendable job. On courtside, Zell tickled the twine for 22 points and Mac-NWC's version of two-time NBA scoring champion Bob McAdoo-had 18. Next on the agenda was DMLC and the Trojan Classic.

Spirit was high after a pep rally and a tiring day of buffalo hunting. Referee Hauer and umpire Golembiewski whistled 63 fouls—36 on New Ulm and 27 on Watertown. But free throw shooting wasn’t sharp-NWC hit 20 of 40 FTA and New Ulm 13 of 27. After a 34-34 deadlock at half, Watertown pulled away to win 68-63.

Zell led everyone with 22 tallies and Mac had 21. 6’5” Freshman forward Jim Unke led the Lancers with 12 points. The following night, in the Finals, the Eagles of Madison Edgewood came through late in the game to win 55-43.

Once again our only consistent offense con­ sisted of a 22 point effort by McKenney and 11 points by Zell. Kaul with 19 and McGuire with 13 led the Eagles to victory. Named to the all-tournament team were Jeff Kaul and Keith French of Edgewood, Dick Huebner of DMLC, and McKenney and Zell of the Trojans.

In a home game against Cardinal Stritch the Trojans succeeded, 90-74. A pair of darkhorse candidates, “Mule” Mueller and Jankemore along the lines of an Appaloosa-shone brightly by scoring 19 points apiece. The Old Dependable Duo of Zell and Mac united for 27 more points. Terry Flahive kept Stritch in it with a 16 point effort. The Trojans seemed to be marooned in Chicago, following a 76-52 loss. Zell turned an ankle and missed most of the game, as Alley’s 17 points led the Maroons to victory. And just last night the Trojans fell prey to a much improved team from Gateway Tech of Kenosha in a 68-59 verdict. Ketterhagen led the victors with 22 tallies and Bruneo and Morris split another 30 points down the middle. Mac’s 17 points and 14 from Mueller weren’t enough, as NWC turned up an hour late and a dollar short. Leading scorers: McKenney 17.1, Zell 15.6, Mueller 11.1, Beck 9.2, Janke 7.4.

In the hills and dales of Wisconsin’s wood­ lands there was also success for NWC’s rough and rugged outdoorsmon. My roommate Spud

lugged home a six-point buck and Uncle Spaude did likewise. Fullback Randy Schoemann shot a deer after tackling it and is planning a banquet for the football team in the near future. A pair of sons of plowers, Shift­ less Schiller and Jamie Kiefer, put their up­ bringing to good use as each bagged one of Mother Nature’s finer specimens. Tom Krigbaum, defending foosball champion, showed his versatility by bringing home a doe. In addi­ tion, Fred Voss, who hasn’t heard yet about the Gatling gun or repeating Winchesters, brought down a doe with a homemade musket.

I imagine old Dan’l Boone would be proud to hear that. Among our distinguished alumni Rick Waldschmidt, translated “stumbler through the woods,” also brought home a buck in order to keep meat on the table for his new wife and family.

Now then, I’m sure none of you have for­ gotten that famous line by George Edward Woodberry: “Defeat is not the worst of failures.

Not to have tried is the true failure.” I guess that applies to asking a girl for a date too, but at any rate, I prefer dried prunes. As I was say­ ing, if everyone succeeded, success would be about as meaningful as a grasshopper in the Smithsonian Institute. Alas, my dear reader, now is the time to wend the sad tales of John Ruege and Nate Radtke. We switch now to our reporter in the fields, Vasco de Tabasco Sauce: Yes folks, it’s that time of year again.

Snow on the ground and noses in the air, hunters are again storming the Bastille-trying to beat the odds andthe weather to bring home a prize animal. Here is John Ruege, care­ fully fixing the cross hairs on a buck so big it could replace Elmore Smith at center. Ruege sniffles, squeezes the trigger and starts salivating at the thought of venison steaks. But there was one problem. The deer failed to cooperate. Instead, the old truckload of hamburger and steak took to flight. Ruege walked until dark, got lost, and returned home sad, but wiser. John was heard to say, “I guess you can’t get three points un­ less you split the uprights.”

And there is Nate Radtke, he of kickoti return fame up in Buffaloland. It seems Nate bought himself a new rifle this year. Everything looked like peaches and cream as Nate shot

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down a magnificent creature. But Nate, with reflexes comparing favorably with Archibald’s, turned quickly as he heard a rustle in the brush.

Well, thought Nate, I might as well get another one. Nate wandered off in pursuit of a partner for his buck, but soon came back, feeling satis­ fied with one kill for the day. But it seems, Nate’s buck had a hankering for some fresh air and had gone off for a stroll. Nate looked around and in despair theorized, “I just wish I could have hung unto that one-fumbles will kill you every time.”

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The king {Ena, pronounced malik2) was diligent work arid-scholarly efforts of Giovanni what we would call an emperor or feudal king.

Pettinato, professor of Assyriology and a memIt is interesting to note that the Eblaite kings • ber of the excavation-.team* a working knowwere anointed with oil, a parallel to the later ledge for dealing with information not to be Israelite practice. In ancient Ebla the queenfound until the following year: two storage (maliktum) was always mentioned in connection rooms containing fifteen thousand clay tablets with the king, which might indicate an influenrelated to different aspects of Eblaite political, ; tial position in. the state. Together with these, economic, and cultural life. Certainly these there was a court, or council, consisting of t e findings, when published and interpreted, will elders {’abbu, “fathers”), which seems to have ~ ' permit a fuller evaluation of the entire Middle exerted immense influence on the kings’ deci­ East ia the third and second millennia B.C. sions. Kings of less powerful principalities were Ebla, as. stated above, was barely known his vassals, or viceroys (lugal, “kings”), and until the unearthing of Tell Mardikh began to

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ordon liked to leave the desk lai urning when he fell asleep in the afternoon. He got home from work at four, showered, slipped on a bathrobe and slippers and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Sometimes he talked with his mother while she worked at the stove, but more often than not he'd take the steaming cup up to his room and sip it while he sat at his desk.

The paper was usually there by four, so Gordon would unfold it and glance over the headlines. By the time he got to the sports section, he would have kicked off his slippers and finished the coffee.

It was only then that Gordon would look over at his bed. His mother made it in the morning after he had left for the factory, and no one could make a bed look more inviting than his mother. The folds were razor sharp, the pillows looked crisp even from a distance.

Usually Gordon finished reading the comics at his desk, but today he got up, walked over to the windows and pulled the shades. The after­ noon sun could be very bright. He sat down on the edge of the bed and turned on the desk lamp.

His mother called from downstairs, “It’ll still be an hour before supper, Gordie.”

“That’s all right, Mom,” Gordon called down, “I’ve got to study, anyway.”

He sighed, pulled up his legs over the edge of the bed, tucked his bathrobe around them, and tested the pillows with his head. His ears plunged deep into their cool, firm plumpness.

Gordon sighed again and pulled a book from the bedstand. Chemical Engineering Basics. He thumbed through the pages to chap­ ter four. “Analytical hydraulics and their functions.” It was getting down to the wire.

Last spring Gordon had graduated with a degree in chemical engineering. He lived at home and all summer he had worked in a furni­ ture factory nearby. His faithful inquiries at the major chemical concerns in the area had met with little success until the past week,

when Exron Chemical, a monster corporation in the same city, called him in for an inter­ view. The personnel manager, Mr. Harter had taken quite a liking for him, it seemed, and had arranged for Gordon to take a comprehensive test the next day.

Gordon had done well at school, graduated with honors, in fact, so he wasn’t really worried. He'd spent his spare time during the week browsing through some of his old text­ books.

“The chemical engineer can never ignore the specific benefits derived from the study of analytical hydraulics. Too often the study is relegated to a secondary role.”

The words blurred before Gordon's eyes.

He tried focusing on one letter at a time and even glanced up and around the ceiling. The page turned to a swimming gray and then nothing.

Gordon was asleep. His mouth was open a little and even though the textbook had slid down onto his face, he breathed evenly. His arms lay quietly at his side and he had for­ gotten to take his glasses off. The desk lamp was still burning.

When his father got home at five, his mother called Gordon to supper, and, as so often, he failed to acknowledge her summons.

She came upstairs, turned off the desk lamp, and tapped him on the shoulder. Gordon woke up at once, sitting half way up on the bed.

“It's time to eat, Gordon,” his mother said, patting his shoulder kindly.

“Oh.” Gordon blinked behind his glasses.

He was always a little bewildered when he woke up. His hair was all tousled. His eyes focused and he remembered what he was going to tell his mother.

“You have to wake me up early tomorrow, Mon. I've got to take a big test at Kxron.”

“OK, Gordon. Let's eat some supper now.”

There are sleepers and there are sleepers.

Almost everyone succumbs to death's sister at least once a day. but some render her the ser170

vice she demands less reluctantly than others.

For some the pillow is an enchanted play­ ground, peopled with dreamy women and grotesque monsters; sleep is the remedy for boredom. Others relish the pure passivity that rolling themselves into a blanket cocoon necessitates; sleep is a mother for frightened children.

Gordon fell into neither category. He could not fall asleep with the reckless abandon of those who live more exciting lives in the other world. Sleep for Gordon was much less than escape. He seldom dreamed and when he did, his dreams were prosaic black and white affairs, as predictable as his waking life.

One could not even say that Gordon over­ slept. Unlike chronic sleepers who start nodding even at the liveliest parties, Gordon was very much awake, even vivacious in com­ pany. It was only when he was alone with a minimum of external stimuli, that he con­ fronted the world inside himself and found himself terribly bored.

No one cares to admit that he is not in­ terested in himself, but Gordon came very close to admitting it. Me had long since given up pretending that he would stay awake when he sat down in an overstuffed armchair and the drugged aura-aroma of the sleep world enveloped him. The only concession he made was to leave the desk lamp on when he slept in the afternoon. It was as if the light was to appease his conscience, to tell the world that although Gordon Henning was sleeping right now. lie would be up and at 'em in no time.

His mother perhaps was the only one who sympathized with Gordon. After dinner, when the dishes were washed, Gordon and his lather would watch TV in the living room.

Gordon's father sat in his big easy chair, and Gordon usually lay on the couch and read chemical engineering textbooks. After the news his father went to bed and advised Gordon to follow his example. Gordon looked up Irom his book and shook his head stubborniy.

Within half an hour he had turned on his side, tucked his hands under his head there weren't any pillows on the couch and fallen asleep. On her way to bed, his mother walked through the living room and tucked an afghan around Gordon, took off his glasses and kissed him good-night.

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Gordon woke up with a little gasp, the way he always did, groping for his watch. No matter what time in the morning, he liked to get up at once, shower, shave, fix some toast and coffee and sit down at the kitchen table. The day faced him with thousands of challenges. He was young, the world was crying for chemical en­ gineers. His career was before him. Gordon sprinkled sugar on his grapefruit and felt his head nodding.

He resisted the onset of sleep. Sometimes he was successful, but more often it seeped into his brain like a potent drug and, in spite of his precautions, overpowered him.

Today was the day and Gordon’s head was rolling in some toast crumbs near his cereal bowl. His mother came into the kitchen at 7:30 and shook her head.

“You’ll have to go now, Gordon, if you’re going to go.”

Gordon put on his coat in the garage, started the car and drove out of the driveway.

He drove more cautiously than usual. It was better than in the afternoon, when the sun was hot. He opened the air vents. Surprisingly enough, driving never made him drowsy. Every intersection was a new situation.

Gordon turned on the radio. He fancied that he had never felt more alert. He was tapping his foot, he realized, to the song on the radio. His eyes followed people and signs as they entered and exited from his range of vision.

He was driving the big four-lane Lake Drive to Exron Chemicals. He tried to work out some of the engineering problems that he remem­ bered from the textbook, but he soon gave it up and started humming. His mind or tongue seemed to fasten on a phrase or fragment of a phrase when he was occupied or preoccupied.

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inane little snatches from radio commercials, for instance, that made all other mental activ­ ity impossible. Gordon had almost resigned himself to the fact.

He turned into the parking lot. The Exron buildings were low and dully colored with modern landscaping. Gordon parked the car and walked into the personnel department. The secretary recognized him and smiled. “Mr. Harter will be right with you, Gordon.”

Gordon sat down with a Newsweek and stifled a yawn. He looked up at the clock and saw Mr. Harter emerge from his room. He stood up and they shook hands. Harter was im­ peccably groomed with close-cropped hair and a trim little moustache.

“Come right in, Gordon,” he said.

They were already on friendly terms. Har­ ter was a dynamic little man with lots of ner­ vous energy. He tugged at his right car vigor­ ously while he read through Gordon's papers, whistled once and looked up thoughtfully.

“I’ll tell you, Gordon,” he said, “we need young talent like yours at Exron. Fresh blood, creative new insight.” He paused and tapped his pencil. “You did exceptionally well on your test last week, nearly a perfect score. It’s evident from your credentials that you’re ex­ tremely well qualified to join our chemical engineering staff."

Mr. Harter hesitated. “I don’t know whether I should be telling you this or not, but I think that you're in a position to become one of our top engineers in the forseeable future,” Gordon demurred politely as Mr. Harter led him out of his office.

“I’ll take you around the plant and show you where you’ll be working.”

They walked into the lab and Gordon expressed proper amazement when he saw the equipment, long rows of test tubes and steriliz­ ing ovens. Many of the engineers in long white smocks looked up and greeted Gordon.

They picked up a cup of coffee in the lunch room and returned to the personnel department. Mr. Harter ruffled through the papers. “I think that should be it. You'll start work next... Oh, wait. There's one more thing. You have to take a job attitude test for new employees. It’s my brain child,” Mr. Harter confessed with a modest smile.

“You see, Gordon, at Exron, especially in

creative positions, we feel that we can't have too much competitive spirit. We need men who are quick, alert, men with a certain degree of vision.” He looked up expectantly.

Gordon mumbled that he couldn't agree with him more.

“So, I'm going to set you down with a ream of paper and a pencil and you're going to tell us about yourself, your plans, your goals, your hopes for a career at Exron. You'll have two hours to finish, but you'll probably be done in less.”

They walked into a room that was bare except for a clock and a table and chair. The walls were muted yellow. “We like to keep this room free of distractions, so you can just sit and think and write.” Mr. Harter put a stack of lined paper on the table, two pencils and an eraser. “Write as much as you like. If you run out of paper, come and get some more.”

Mr. Harter left the room and closed the door behind him. Gordon picked a sheet of paper from the stack and dated it carefully.

The first line came easy, just rolled off the pencil. “What I see as my goals and directions for a career are as follows.” Gordon paused to scratch his nose. The fluorescent light was buzzing, but that was absolutely the only sound. The clock was electric and it didn't tick. Gordon stroked his chin thoughtfully and leaned back in his chair. “Hmm, my goals.”

He crumpled up the paper and started another sheet. He carefully wrote the same line on it.

Actually the chair was padded and very com­ fortable . ..

Gordon woke with the same little gasp and at once looked up at the clock. Seven minutes left. There was still only one line on the paper. He shook his head and stuffed the paper into his back pocket.

There was a back exit to the room and Gor­ don took it. He drove home without the radio on. When he got back, he showered, slipped on his bathrobe and slippers and lay down on his bed. The newspaper hadn't come yet.

“Is that you, Gordon?” his mother called from downstairs.

"Yeah, mom. wake me up for supper.'

Gordon sighed and reached to turn ott the desk lamp.

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They Labor in Vain Augustus and Pontius Pilate. Rather, we have the prototype of the Apostle Paul, who said, “I came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom . .. and my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power.” An emphasis on the persuasive powers of the preacher carries with it the danger of instilling a misguided loyalty; the congrega­ tion ought to feel bound to the message which their minister proclaims rather than to him as an individual or to his characteristic style in the pulpit.

As the original Hebrew and Greek terms imply, prophets and pastors are God’s mes­ sengers. We are not the active agents or even the catalyst which prompts the reaction of faith in man’s heart. That belongs to the sphere of the Holy Ghost. We are the ballpoint pens through which the Lord dispenses the saving ink of His Word to the world.

This is not to imply that we ought to dis­ dain or ignore everything which can be obtained from a study of persuasive oratory.

We do have an obligation to expound the Word and will of God as clearly and fluently as pos­ sible. Generally accepted principles of speech indicate five basic stages. The sequence can be given: attention, comprehension, yielding, re­ tention, and finally activation. Fine-in its place-but where ought the sermonizer to draw a line? The crucial point seems to come be­ tween steps two and three. As instruments of God our function involves only attention and comprehension; the Sanctifier will handle steps three, four, and five. Otherwise we are faced with the critical and unanswerable question of degree. Misdirected zeal might lead to the utilization of hypnosis or other forms of mind control. We cannot supplant the Comforter by producing a cult of brainwashed Biblebanging fanatics.

The fundamental determinant must be a proper spiritual perspective. Through prayer we can exercise the control of sinful pride which

specialization is a phenomenon which has ^infiltrated nearly every profession and, somewhat proportionally to the progress of the Industrial Revolution, attained dominance. As technology advances and knowledge prolifer­ ates, human limitations necessitate depart­ mentalization and other forms of specializa­ tion. The notion of the Renaissance man has vanished from the scene. But has it really? A recent Christianity Today article characterized the competent contemporary clergyman as '*not only a preacher but also a teacher, coun­ selor, leader, prophet, administrator, promoter, manager, financeer (sic], scholar, and social worker. In some churches he is also expected to be a secretary, custodian, groundskeeper, and bus driver.”

The article was entitled “The Impossible Dream” and aptly so from a strictly human viewpoint. For as the psalmist recognized, “Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it.” We are confronted with the choice to emulate either the vain egocentricity of Babel or the wisdom of the man who built his house upon a rock. Considering the stark contrast of the consequences, the decision ought to be self-evident.

The problem is that our sinful flesh has a tendency to pervert our perception of basic concepts and their applicability to our situa­ tion. In the context of churchwork the tempta­ tion is strong to arrogate to ourselves the responsibility for effecting results. Our sermons have to kindle the spark of faith or fan a pre­ existent flame into a roaring fire. Thus the preaching of the Word degenerates into an exercise in persuasive speaking. But stop for a moment-let's consider the awful implications of this line of thought.

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only can prevent the confusion ol creature and Creator in God’s scheme of salvation. May the Lord grant us to declare with the psalmist,

“Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.”

MICHAEL ALBRECHT

between the^itcljes o be a good traveller argues one no ordinary philosopher.-A sweet landscape must sometimes atone for an indifferent supper, and an interesting ruin charm away the remem­ brance of a hard bed.”

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I have a few words which I wish to direct to you on the topic of hitchhiking, and I think it will be worth your while to lend an ear. This is intended to be neither a list of helpful tips for the amateur traveller nor encouragement for those who have never tried their hand at thumbing. Hitchhiking is as much a part of your personality as your temper or sense of humor, as much an aptitude as your musical, artistic or athletic talent; if you were meant to be a hitchhiker, you will be one without any help or encouragement from me. With that whimsical thought in our heads, let’s mesh our minds over this matter.

I could tell you titillatingly true stories about a non-stop New Orleans to Denver ride with two girls in a cherry-flavored, wide-ovaled Dodge Van or about a kind Wyoming gentle­ man whose roasted remains became dinner for a couple of famished acid-dropping freaks to whom he mischanced to proffer a ride one late summer evening. I say that I could do this, but I won’t. You already know about these incidents because these are the events whose glorious and gory details glut the front pages of hundreds of daily papers, and supply plot, script and narrative for dozens of drugstore novels. No, in light of the sensationalism which surrounds the pleasant and unpleasant ex­ tremes of the hitchhiking experience, I am pre­ senting a necessarily defensive explanation of just precisely what is going on in the hope that

enlightenment and understanding will render positive the collective attitude of my presti­ gious, though limited, reading public in regard to this particular area of vagabondry.

Let us first of all define what we are going to consider a proper delineation of the term hitchhiking. Hitchhiking is not the out-of-gas ten-mile round trip with a helpful passerby to and from the nearest gas station nor the home­ ward bound two-hour thumb concerto (suit­ case accompaniment) on Easter vacation. It is not even the gravel shoulder beggar’s weekly thumb-thrust to and from the sports arena of his choice. All these incidents involve the time and space concepts of deadline and destination which are foreign to our working definition of hitchhiking. In addition, these short thumb jobs can be and often arc carred on with rela­ tive ease within the confines of the “zoo.”

(The “zoo” is a rather broad term defining any environment predominantly hostile to the hitchhiker and includes, with few notable exceptions, all territory east of the Mississippi and a large section of southern California.)

Hitchhiking in the true sense of the word em­ phasizes the here and now as opposed directly to then and there. It is a term which embodies at most a nebulous perception of time, an idea whose horizons are sensed rather than seen and as such, requires an open road through an in­ teresting countryside peopled with a sparse but generally hospitable populace—the American West.

That hitchhiking is primarily a western phenomenon here in the United States is due to the combined effect produced by a number of factors. For one thing, the zoo which we spoke of earlier is particularly hostile to the happily balanced homeostatic fusion of body

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and soul which the live hitchhiker and not the dead thumber enjoys. There are a lot of people on the road today who regard the hitchhiker— any hitchhiker—as a faceless threat to mother, God, country, apple pie and their own price­ less skins. These are the psychopathic maniacs who will come screaming across three lanes of freeway for the simple aesthetic pleasure of seeing the thumber hurdle a guard rail to a position of relative safety. They are the name­ less sixteen-year-old units of kinetic energy responsible for the empty Schlitz bottle menacingly though inaccurately hurtling from the rolled down window of a passing 1957 chrome dream. Though there is probably a fair distribution of such mindless wonders even in the western states, it nevertheless appears that big cities house more than their share of these undesirables; since the zoo is basically a conglomeration of big cities, the hitchhiker avoids the zoo.

Another respect in which the West is more thumbable than the East is its inherently receptive landscape. It must be remembered that the hitchhiker carries his bed on his back, and for his bedroom to retain even a modicum of privacy, there must be either a great deal of open space or a substantial natural barrier (i.e., a forest or a mountain) between the thumber and his closest neighbor. The high plains and Rocky Mountains are sleeping quarters whose natural accommodations are nowhere rivaled in the East. There is nothing quite as soft as a South Dakota haystack on a late August night. You can lie there immersed in your loneliness, surrounded by a human vacuum and bathed in a shower of meteors.

Accompanied by a chorus of distant coyotes you can pull a few lonely bars out of your harmonica as you munch on a Hershey bar and sip a very warm beer. And the stars. Did you know that on the highplains you can actually touch the stars from the top of a haystack? It gives you something to do before you curl UP for the night. Mountains and forests, on the other hand, put walls around your slumbers and a roof over your dreams. The Bighorns, Bitterroots, Olympics and countless others are Pierced and punctured by innumerable jagged ravines and chasms into which the hitchhiker °an disappear at a moment’s notice. Many of these tiny valleys are furnished with a snow-fed supply of running water which will wash down

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great quantities of Campbell’s Best Baked Beans; if you have trouble waking up in the morning, try washing your sleep-filled eyeballs in an ice cold pool and smoking them dry over a pine fire. These things just aren’t done in the East. Back in the zoo you have to prune somebody’s ornamental shrubs for fire wood and hang your hammock between parked cars.

Now although we’ve defined what he does and placed him in his environment, we still haven’t talked about the hitchhiker himself and his relationship to the driver. I’m not try­ ing to paint a saint here, so keep in mind that the hitchhiker is human and as such he’s bound to have some qualities which you won’t like.

He probably won’t be a cannibalistic emptyhead, because they are a rare breed, but he may smell like one. It’s hard to stay clean and civil­ ized after sleeping on road shoulders for a week, and some guys just don’t take the bother, so, as you (the driver) approach him, move slowly and look him over. Will his jeans leave a permanent stain on your white leather uphol­ stery? Do his hair and face look clean, or can you see the morning sun glinting off his greasy locks a hundred yards away? If the impression

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Somebody with a delapidated VW and blown olfactory senses will be along in just a minute.

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coherent running mate for a while. Does he post a frown on his brow or drape a cherubic smile from his cars? Does he wave an indolent thumb from a sitting position or raise clasped hands on bended knee? If all systems are ap­ parently go but you’re still not sure if this is your thing, stop and pass the time of day with the bum for a few minutes. Pretend you’re checking your tires or a squeak in the fan belt—you didn’t stop because he was there. If the feeling isn’t right with him, offer him a beer and explain that you’re only going half a mile to grandma’s house and take off. Other­ wise maybe you should give him a lift. You can never be sure about him, but, after all, he can never be all that sure about you cither.

There is, of course, another way in which to look at the thumber and that is through his practical function. He is certain things to all drivers: He is roadside entertainment, a oneman freak show, the subject of a million and one bug-eyed stares. He often carries a sign, and these signs should not be used simply to list destinations: “Chicago, 11 14 L.A.,” “Atlanta” and so on. There should be a little variety, an attempt to break down the communication gap between opposite sides of the windshield, to soften the scowl of the surliest Monday-moming business man. Signs like “Harmless” or “Does it Matter?” will provide the required levity to the roadside attraction and procure just as many rides as cold, hard, printed fact.

The hitchhiker must at least make an effort to be creative.

While he must be a source of variety and creativity to the nameless dozens who blow by him, the thumber must be something special to the individual who is considerate enough to stop and give him a ride. The hitchhiker must be conversant or at least interested in topics presented for conversation. He must sometimes play counselor because the driver has picked him up just to have someone to whom he can elaborate his troubles. If you as a driver do happen to become somebody's ride, use that somebody for a legitimate and worthwhile purpose. If you just want silent company, tell him so and he'll probably snooze for a while.

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basic thumber is a stimulant twice as effective as gum and thrice as effective as cigarettes.

He’s using your gas, so it’s your compensatory privilege to use his mind and wits.

Hmmm. Well, as I look back here, I see we’ve sort of wandered through this literary weedpatch together instead of following the beaten path as closely as we might have. We have, however, striven—somewhat successfully, it is to be hoped-to relate the entire experience of hitchhiking to the non-thumber; in so doing we attempted to remove the element of fearful uncertainty from the driver/ thumber relationship. The overall situation is

comparable to that of the South American native who tests the tepid Amazon for piranhas with a blood-soaked monkey carcass before plunging in headlong for his afternoon swim. “Look before you leap,” that sort of thing. Hitchhiking is, to the discreet, not un­ predictable or unsafe. As a form of self-expres­ sion it is like weaving the threads of the soul into the tapestry of time. As a relationship it melds the warmth of a friendship with the transitory intensity of the one-night stand. The combination of these qualities makes thumb­ ing what it is-the most aesthetically pleasing form of mobility in existence.

STEVEN STEINER

Campus & CIassroom TTello once again. Campus and Classroom Alfans. It sure is great to be back in print after my New Year’s sabbatical. I make no apologies for last month’s absence of the C & C column—it is a well-known fact that all the C & C greats (since Jim Ziesemer, anyway) have encountered creative blocks for at least one month of their editorships. As most of you might have guessed, my creative block had been hanging around for three or four months before it finally got the better of me. In some ways my month off did wonders for my ego.

Just when I thought that no one had noticed the absence of my article, I came upon a for­ lorn Black and Red which someone had dis­ carded in the plumbing of third floor Witten­ berg. How refreshing!

I was not the only victim of the dead-ofwinter creative blues. Glenn Schwanke, who is always in search of innovative modes of creative expression for his popular Alumni column, had decided to feature a piece describing in detail how the synodical brass spent their Christmas holidays. Editor Carl Springer put a damper on his plans, though, when he informed Schwanke that his column was never intended to be en­ tertaining or interesting. Glenn has obediently re-submerged himself into the mire of Births, Deaths, Calls, and (Aaauugghh!) SEM NOTES. (Speaking of Sem Notes, I am drooling with anticipation for the day when I can compose

my very own cryptic Sem note and send it in to the Black and Red in order to baffle and confuse my readers. A perfect example: “Dumbo Dick had the brain of a watermelon in the summertime, but now he will run along the railroad tracks to Molly Mouse’s house, un­ less the big cat catches him first, ha! ha!”)

Springer was also having trouble deciding what to write about, until Joe Leyrer suggested that he do something different, like a review of some German author-maybe even a cover in German to go along with it. Carl agreed that it might be a novel idea, but he didn’t want to discourage Jim Kiefer from reading the Black and Red. Leland Punke, after trying his hand at Romantic comedy in his last sports article, decided to revert to his former laconic style, confiding, “Well, I don’t know. My comedy seemed about as effective as a settler spreadeagled on a flaming wagon wheel.” The last time I spoke to Don Pieper, he was still won­ dering whom to kill off in his latest short story. I suggested an unsuspecting Northwestern student who meets up with Death personified as a beautiful D.M.L.C. cheerleader. And the creative search continues...

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JIM ADOMEIT’S GUIDE TO A PROPER SHUTDOWN When I tell people that I am an accom­ plished expert at being shut down, they often have a difficult time believing it because Fm so obviously cool. Of course, that’s because I have so many things going for me. It isn’t often you find someone at Northwestern who 1) is not only from Michigan, but from Saginaw; 2) who is related (or says he is) to Mark Toepel; 3) and who is extraordinarily handsome and weli-built. Because of the fact that I have so many cool traits going for me, I feel that I can take all the more pride in the vast number of shutdowns I have accumulated. Girls nor­ mally don’t go out of their way to shut down a guy as cooi as myself. And so, being such a per­ son, I've had to refine and hone my shutdown talent by repeated research and practice. I have now developed my methods to such a point that, no matter how much a girl may be in­ fatuated with me, she has no choice but to shut me down.

Some people claim that I do not get shut down intentionally. These people say that I couldn’t even sustain a lasting relationship with a girl from New Ulm. Statements such as these I take as compliments. I have a definite purpose for every one of my shutdowns, and that is to provide a true consolation to any fellow student who happens to find one of those dreaded letters stuffed in his mailbox.

Those unfortunates, shattered by the bitter dart of rejected love, can look at me and say, “Hey, this even happens to someone like Jim Adomeit. Why should I feel bad? He’s so much cooler than I am. Why, he’s even got a Sem letter jacket.” This method has been proved an effective therapy for any and all victims, from crusty veterans like Mark Wagner and Mark Henke to green rookies like Mitch Maloney.

So when people believe that I am getting shut down unintentionally, it is exactly what I want them to believe.

So much for the purpose of my shutdown philosophy. The next thing I will take up is the proper and sure fire Jim-Adomeit-tested method for getting shut down. I am divulging my secrets at this point in time because I will 178

soon be graduating (?), and I wouldn’t want to leave Northwestern without leaving someone who will replace me in this important posi­ tion. I have, therefore, on the basis of all my personal knowledge, experience, and tears, compiled this handy guide to the proper method of procuring a sure and lasting shut­ down.

thing is in your home town or state. If you’re from Michigan, you will have no trouble with this trick. As most of you know, I have refined this step into a veritable science. Here’s an ex­ ample of what I mean. (This particular episode happened recently while I was visiting D.M.L.C.) SUBJECT: Oh, Jim, don’t you think hills here in New Ulm are beautiful! ADOMEIT: That’s nothing. You should see the General Motors plant in Saginaw!

2. Use the telephone to your best advan­ tage. Call the subject often and at the most in­ conceivable hours. Tell her you know it’s four a.m., but you couldn’t stop thinking about the haunting shoe laces she wore that night. Call her collect as often as you can, always promis­ ing to pay her back on your next date. Make sure you’re the one who calls. If she begins to call you for any other reason than to tell you to stop calling, you may have to retreat to the earlier stages of the formula and work harder at laying the proper groundwork.

LAYING THE GROUNDWORK The early stages of the shutdown process are without doubt the most crucial. Here are some good things to remember: 1. Always aim several degrees above your level. This means, simply, don’t ever ask out a dog or even a girl who is moderately homely if you are really looking for a shutdown. I made this mistake many times early in my career, and they are not always easy to work with, even if you do follow the steps closely. Always find the most beautiful girl you see. Aim above your level. You will be doubly successful if you can find a subject that is not only beauti­ ful, but more intelligent than you. I never had much difficulty in either of these two areas. If you can’t find a girl of superior intelligence, you may have to fake it. For instance, if she asks you what you think about Jimmy Carter’s foreign relations, tell her you thought Billy was the President’s only brother and he lives in Georgia. (I recently used that one with excellent results.)

2. Always treat the girl as sweetly as pos­ sible. Make her feel guilty. Let her know you’d do anything for her, short of giving her your Michigan license plates. Small details are very important. Tell her that you like the brand of toothpaste she uses. Observe that her com­ plexion has cleared up since the last time you saw her. Tell her she resembles a Greek nymph.

Be sincere and be specific. Once the subject has been primed with such maneuvering, you should be well on your way to the desired shut­ down.

THE FINAL DAYS By this time the subject should be prime to the point of what I call “Shutdown Readiness.”

The most important step in the final stage is the display of jealousy. Tell the subject re­ peatedly that she has become someone very special to you. (I’ve used this line hundreds of times, and only seldom has it failed to work.)

Emphasize expressions like “going steady.”

Gaze longingly into jewelry store windows whenever you’re with her. You are well on your way to being shut down.

HOW TO RECOGNIZE A TRUE SHUTDOWN

THE INTERMEDIATE STAGES

Most shutdowns are not handed to you directly. Seldom has a girl said to me, “No, I won’t go out with you because you are ugly, offensive, insensitive, egotistic, boring, and from Michigan.” Most subjects will drop subtle hints containing only two or three of the above adjectives. Others will be even more sly. Here are a few that I have received over the years:

Never let the subject get the upper hand.

You should maintain sure control of the situa­ tion. Be the aggressor. Don’t let her get the jump on you. Here’s how: 1. Constantly talk about how great every-

“Dear Jim, I had so much fun last weekend, and I really would like to go out with you again, but, to tell you the truth, I’ve been engaged for three months now...”

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“Dear Jim, I’d really like to go steady with you, but I feel that Watertown is just too far away for a lasting relationship...”

K. K., Ixonia “Dear Jim, No, I can’t make it to Watertown this or any other weekend from now on. Our school has just started up a girls’ wrestling team, and they needed someone for the unlimited weight class...”

P. B., New Ulm From these examples you can sec that a shutdown is not always there in black and white. You must also learn to discriminate be­ tween a real shutdown and a pseudo-shutdown.

For instance, one girl once told me she

couldn’t go to a movie with me (I believe it was “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre”) because she would be helping her father plant potatoes that day. I immediately knew she wasn’t refusing because of the movie itself. I also knew that her dad wasn’t a farmer, but they did have a big back yard. What gave it away was that I remembered that she had dirt under her finger­ nails the last time I saw her. Evidently this was a pseudo-shutdown and not genuine.

Another told me that she had to stay home and braid her grandmother’s hair. In this case I found out through the grape vine that not only had her grandmother been bald, but also that she had passed away six years earlier. This, I concluded, was a genuine shutdown.

I hope this advice will inspire someone to continue my tradition of excellence in this field.

C&C WINTER CARNIVAL NEWS The recent premiere of the Spazz Ensemble movie has raised a storm of controversy in several areas. Star Tim “Java” Hoffmann, who braved sub-zero temperatures during much of the filming of the epic adventure story, ex­ pressed shock and dismay that he did not receive equal billing with Martin Luther in the credits. He informed the now-defunct Spazz Ensemble that he would never be in one of their movies again.

Greek Professor Jerald Plitzuweit, who took a spectacular dive for the cameras in the same movie, has protested to the Spazz Ensemble that his wife’s health was endangered by the showing of the movie. It was later learned that Mrs. Plitzuweit sustained some minor bruises when she fell from her chair in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Dr. Arnold 0. Lehmann once again denied that his middle name is “Omaha” as some rumors have alleged. To dispel the rumors, he disclosed to the world that the “0” really stands for “Oklahoma.”

UMOC runner-up Johnny Trash (shown at right with supporters and fellow losers) has attributed his three-vote loss to Cornell Pyle to ns alienation of the kitchie vote with his “beef boner, as it has come to be called. Trash took

back his statements about Chef Hankc’s beef almost immediately, saying that he meant to say “liver” all along, but the retraction was not in time to save him at the polls. Analysts are predicting that because they have shown that they can swing a campus election, the kitchie minority will be a force to be reckoned with in future campus elections.

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Newsweek called it “the most talked about new book in evangelical circles,” and in Eternity magazine’s listing of the “25 most significant books” of 1976, The Battle for the Bible was outpollcd by only two books, both of which were written by political figures.

Men like Billy Graham have heralded this book in glowing terms. Dr. Graham called the book “one of the most important of our generation;” likewise, Dr. Raymond Surburg called it “one of the most important books to have been published in a long time.” Consequently, it is easy to say that The Battle for the Bible is a book which deserves our attention as serious students of the Bible.

The author of The Battle for the Bible is Dr. Harold Lindsell, the current editor of the fortnightly journal, Christianity Today. His topic in The Battle for the Bible is the doctrine of biblical inerrancy and itssupreme importance.

Biblical infallibility, in Dr. Lindscll’s opinion, is the most important doctrine of the Bible, since it is the doctrine which deals with the source of all our religious knowledge. Besides, it is a topic which needs to be discussed, since it is the “centerpiece of evangelical difficulty today.” In making his presentation for bibli­ cal inerrancy, Lindsell drives home four main points.

First of all, Lindsell defines biblical infalli­ bility or inerrancy and shows that biblical in­ errancy is a doctrine of Scripture, not just the opinion of some superstitious theologians of the Middle Ages. The Bible must be considered to have been free from all error in its original autographs. It must be considered to be com-

pletely trustworthy, not only in soteriological matters, but also when it presents scientific and historical facts.

His second point is that inerrancy was the position of the Church throughout the first 1800 years of its history, and is not merely some recent esoteric opinion. All the early church fathers from Clement and Polycarp to Jerome and Augustine supported the inerrancy of the Scriptures in their writings. Likewise, at the time of Luther biblical inerrancy was part of the common ground held by Catholics and Protestants alike. Errancy was never really a viable option until the 1800’s.

Thirdly, Lindsell explains how this doctrine of biblical inerrancy is being discarded by many formerly conservative American church bodies and parachurch groups. “Evangelical” used to be a term which implied belief in an inerrant Bible, but no longer. The Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California, and the 12.5 million member southern Baptist Convention are just two examples of bodies which have been infiltrated by a laxer view of Scripture in recent years. Even closer to home, of course, is the controversy and schism in the Missouri Synod. Though many have assumed that the difficulties in the Missouri Synod are the result of ecclesiastical differences—of struggles for church leadership—at the heart of that synod’s problem is an irreconcilable theological dif­ ference concerning the trustworthiness of Scripture.

Finally, in a monitory tone, Lindsell sketches what happens when biblical inerrancy is scrapped. Certainly the rejection of biblical inerrancy by an individual does not automati­ cally signify a loss of regeneration. However, history bears it out that once an institution or church body moves away from biblical infalli­ bility, it almost invariably continues its course until it denies biblical essentials beyond in­ errancy. Once the possibility for biblical error is admitted, even if such errors are found only 182

in the historical and scientic data, it is next to impossible to prevent the surrender of bibli­ cal truths that are connected with matters of faith and practice.

As was said, the impact of this book upon the American religious world has been great.

Though the initial splash among evangelicals has subsided, The Battle for the Bible is still stirring the waters and will continue to do so for some time to come. It is a controversial and provocative book in that it has caused many theologians to come out and express their views about the authority of Scripture. Since in the process many prominent men have de­ nounced biblical inerrancy, the book has served to compel readers to take sides and has been judged to be a threat to evangelical unity. The quarrel begun by this book was rated the number three story among the top ten' religious stories of 1976 by Eternity and is a debate which “is guaranteed to burn hotter in 1977.” The, fact that Fuller Theological Seminary plans on publishing a counter-attack to The Battle for the Bible this year, called Biblical Authority Today, indicates that Lindsell has truly exposed a hidden cancer in American Evangelicalism which is not about to be treated overnight.

However, The Battle for the Bible can also be said to have something for the NWC student. One of Lindsell’s most powerful statements is this: “There is not a single semi­ nary where there are not faculty members who disavow one or more of the major teachings of the Christian faith.” Fortunately, we realize that this is an overstatement. Still, statements such as this can cause us to recognize what a very unique privilege it is to attend an institu­ tion where biblical inerrancy is not questioned.

The book as a whole can cause us to be thank­ ful that we may attend classes with the com­ plete confidence that God’s Word, and not man’s wisdom, will be taught. Besides, the book can startle us into the realization of how far “enlightened” scholarship has spread.

There is reason for everyone who believes in an inerrant Bible, including ourselves, to be­ ware and be on guard, for it is no longer possible for anyone to completely avoid contact with those who depreciate the Word of God. Every era in the history of the Christian Church has been forced to grapple with a controversy over some facet of the Christian faith. Perhaps in the coming decades it will be our lot to take part in a battle for the Bible itself.

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RevIeWS THE THIRTEENTH TRIBE rpoday’s Jewry, as we know it, consists of -L two divisions. The first is the Sephardim, who lived in Spain from antiquity until they were banished to certain parts of Europe in the late 15th century. The second division, known as the Ashkenazim, make up roughly 95% of present day Jewry and have traditionally been consigned to the Rhine by historians seeking to place the origin of modern Judaism. Both have generally been considered as true dyed-in-thewool Semites—the chosen people of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Their various misplaced home­ lands were thought to be the result of the Diaspora soon after the destruction of Jeru­ salem. This is the belief that Mr. Koestler calls into question, arguing logically and historically

that the main bulk of modern Jewry is not Jewish at all, but of a Turkish-tumed-Jewish origin.

His theory is based on the somewhat scantily documented, but factual history of the ancient Khazar Empire which flourished in Eurasia from the seventh to the tenth centuries. From the chronicles which have survived this period it is evident that the Khazars were a strong military and economic force, and for the better part of 300 years held down their kingdom without much threat of removal. From its lowly beginnings as a consolidation of Turkish nomads, Khazaria gradually increased in size and strength until it was recognized as the third major power of its day, along with the Chris183

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tian Byzantine Empire in the west and the con­ querors for Mohammed in the east. The Khazar Empire, wedged between these two religiously dominated strongholds, found itself in a politically precarious position. The acquisition of a national religion was essential in order to avoid pressurized conversion from either neigh­ bor; so, in an exercise of unique diplomacy Khazaria turned to Judaism—in this way neither offending or allying itself to either of its neigh­ bors.

Khazaria, as an empire, crumbled in the mid-tenth century to the Rus sweeping down from the north, but persevered as a nation until the middle of the thirteenth century, when it fell victim to Genghis Khan and the great Mon­ gol invasion, whose empire in fact, centered in Khazar country. Since the Golden Horde was more interested in a complete territorial take­ over than in colonization, the Khazars were forced to migrate en masse, as a result deposit­ ing themselves in large numbers mainly in the areas of Hungary, East Germany, Poland, and the Ukraine. Mr. Koestler does not deny the possibility or factuality of Semitic Jews already inhabiting these areas, but he does contend that the true Jews, through consistent persecu­ tion and the later fatal effects of the Black Plague, were numerically far inferior to the wandering Khazar Jews who settled in the same lands.

At this point the historical data becomes even more scarce and gives way to the logic and conjecture of Mr. Koestler (who, by the way, is backed by other historians in championing this theory). He lends credence to his thoughts by employing the sciences of anthropology and linguistics. Through the study of linguistics he attempts to place the beginnings of the Yiddish dialect in Khazar-settled territory, which would inseparably bond both “Jewish” factions; and through anthropology he attempts to prove that there are no true Jewish physical features characteristic of the entire race. These argu­ ments, plus the documented accounts of Khazarian history, lead him to the final conclu­ sion that the majority of Jews in Eastern Europe (and naturally a very great percentage of those that immigrated to America) are not actually sons of Shem, but sons of Japheth, thus sharing the blood of all other Caucasian races.

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is very good. Mr. Koestler advances his theory cautiously and does not assert his findings as infallible, a la von Dacniken, but tries to be as objective as possible. His subjectivity docs appear at times, when he deals, for instance, with the “mythological” covenant of Abraham with God. In a book dealing largely with history, Koestler takes little for granted and

writes clearly in a fluent style that rarely bogs down. His theory itself is quite interesting and often plausible, but lack of evidence renders it far from definite. One thing that is definite is that if this theory were to be confirmed, it surely would take the punch out of antiSemitism.

JOEL LEYRER

Poetry THE FALL Such a fine line between summer and winter.

Call it the Fall, a transient state of circumstances Relegated to shiny album covers and warm Christmas beer, Further enhanced and showcased at the party of the divine.

Stepping lively, brooding, shining, their capes festive But fettered. Conclusions incomprehensible, dyed in red, Flourish and fade across this solitary stage.

Analyzed as such, they usher in a new season Of undeniably clear-cut confusion, always denied, Never challenged. Eros wings a salty death While Santa Claus sneaks inside for a look at The abstractions underplayed and overplayed by His minions. Sugar-loaf and lighted stars stare Out at us, blinking back the momentary resolve And plunging headlong into the Winter.

DANIEL KELM TO

Tossed about on the waves of another day’s emotions.

Twenty-two. I’m writing poetry, so are you.

I’ve never been on the sea, perhaps you have Been. But I feel the waves as well as you Sitting here in this winter room with 44 eyes And even more reasons why. I can't separate This water which flows into individual droplets.

Cheek and creek, it Hows the same, always Downward, searching a source. And returns again.

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SAVE HOUSE Pencil-thin corridors of light Are broken and doors open To reveal the festive gaiety of These agents of destruction “Save me. Save them,” I cried, But apparently salvation wasn't needed.

Not to judge by the smiles on Their faces.

I became engrossed in the melody.

Merriment, the order of the night.

Lightly stepping to the fore I joined the fray, a melee Of confused joy. “Save them,” I cried.

Her eyes danced in my direction.

Political anarchies and unison acquaintances Orchestrated for us. She, too, was satisfied.

Content to exist timelcssly In this earthly nirvana.

“Save her,” I cried.

appear familiar to a student of the Old Testa­ ment and the Ancient Near East. Of the more than five hundred names of gods so far docu­ mented, the following will suffice: ’ll, Ashtar, Ash tarte, Sipish(-Shemesh), Rasap(=Resheph).

Of special interest is the name Ya or Yaw. It is not clear whether the name is anome?i proprium or a designation; usage seems to allow both possibilities. Here inevitably the question arises about its relation to the Hebrew Yhwh.

This matter remains to be further researched.

As was the case in other environments in the Ancient Semite world, the centers for the cult were the temples. Sacrifices were offered, we note from the texts on religious matters, but at this time the temples in Ebla were not yet excavated. Schools of prophets, as in Mari and Israel, are documented, and the prophets were divided into two classes, whose respec­ tive functions are not yet clear. The prophets proper (mbi'utcum) appear to be subordinate to another group that perhaps functioned as priests. As in Babylonian literature, epics and mythological accounts were connected with religion. Similarities to the Babylonian Great Flood account have been found, and even such

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names as Enlil and Enki are documented. Even foreign deities were occasionally paid reverence, like Dagan of Canaan.

Ebla traded within the whole sphere of its political influence. Its caravans probably traveled all the way from Sinai to Ur. Conse­ quently, it is surprising that so far no actual traces of its commercial activities have been discovered, except, of course, for business re­ cords in the archives.

Let us return to the findings of 1975. In the first chamber about 1,000 tablets were found, all dealing with economic matters. The second room contained the real treasure: fif­ teen thousand clay tablets, all in excellent con­ dition, treating a broad area of subjects. Rang­ ing from economics to literature, the tablets contain information about economy, adminis-

Those pencils of light! I Struggled to my feet, but all Was hopelessly locked in darkness.

Still the merriment continued.

All lost! All condemned!

Ashen faces, really, But decorated gaily in this light.

My fingers touched the cold metal door.

“Save them,” I cried. “Save her,” I cried.

“Save me.”

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tions at Tell Mardikh. However, it is question­ able whether the results will have any major influence on the interpretation, in a positive or negative manner, of the books of the Old Testament. As Professor W. S. LaSor affirms: “The Tell Mardikh discoveries, to be sure, do not ‘prove the Bible.’ Nor can any archaeologi­ cal discovery. The only way to prove the Bible is to take it on faith and apply it in life. It will prove itself to be true. But Tell Mardikh will probably throw a great amount of light on some of the background of Genesis and the events it records.”5

iration, history, law, literature, religion and language. The dating of these has been sub­ stantiated by external evidence such as the archaeological stratum where they lie-the wooden shelves that once supported them have long since rotted, but the tablets still lie in perfect order on the floor-and by epigraphical evidence. The tablets should be dated to about the end of the third millennium B.C.5 Among the tablets found, the linguistical texts are doubtless the most interesting.

Lexicons, syllabaries^ and grammars, dealing mainly with the relation of the Eblaite language to the Sumerian, have been found.

The earliest materials available before the Tell Mardikh discoveries, were the Ugaritic tablets from Ras Shamra. These arc in a dialect akin to Hebrew, but written in an alphabetical cunei­ form script, which provides us only with the consonants. Hebrew, too, was written with consonants only, and the vowels were supplied by the Masoretcs, about 500-900 A.D. Accord­ ingly, critics of the Old Testament have asserted that since we do not possess an absolute know­ ledge of how Hebrew originally was vocalized, they can conjecture about obscure passages in the Old Testament on the grounds that the original vocalization has been lost, or altered, by the Masoretcs. At least that’s what they said before the discoveries of the Dead Sea scrolls, which proved the Masoretic tradition to be astonishing faithful. Eblaitic, however, provides vowels as well as consonants. Professor Pettinato believes that Eblaitic is a Northwest Semitic dialect, and suggests Paleo-Canaanitic as a designation for it. He maintains that it is a very ancient dialect, with close affinities to Ugaritic and Aramaic—but even more to Phoenician and Hebrew, so if this dialect in­ deed proves to be a Northwest Semitic language, it will antedate other remains of Semitic languages by centuries, and may en­ lighten phonological problems in Hebrew.

These findings have been called the “Qumran Scrolls of the Seventies,” and they will in­ deed prove to be of highest significance for fur­ ther studies in the Ancient Near East. Surely no serious student or scholar will be able to ignore the fortunate outcome of the excava-

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SpORTS Now, then, I never promised you a one-way ticket to Hawaii, but here’s an interview I conducted with Trojan star Bruce McKenney.

“When did you start playing buckets?” ‘‘Fourth grade.” ‘‘Did you have any idols as a kid?” ‘‘Yeah, I used to watch Jerry West on TV.” “What position did you play in grade school and high school?”

“Guard.”

“What is your role on the Trojans?”

“Basically I’m a playmaker.”

“How do you prepare yourself, or get up emotionally for a game?”

“I listen to the Stones, and ‘Sweet Virginia’ in particular.”

“Does the crowd affect you at all when you’re on court?”

“Our fans have been great at home; they really get you keyed.”

“How do you relax after a big game?”

“It’s hard. Usually I get together with the other guys and rehash the game.”

“Who is our toughest opponent?”

“I would have to say DMLC. There is a lot of pressure on you to win—everyone expects it from you.”

“Is there anything special you work on in the summer? Any one facet?”

“No, not really I play in a summer league and work on fundamentals.”

“Do you have any goals in basketball- the pros maybe?”

“My ambition is to bring a conference championship to NWC and to go out a winner.”

“What does our team need to become a winner?”

“Lack of height has cut out most of our inside game. We could use a bigger front line.”

“Is there unity on the Trojans?”

“Yes, the team is really working together rather well -they're always pulling for one another.”

“Do studies ever interfere with basket-

That's the haps now? To be sure, we have * * something special for you Trojan backers who are spread out all over the world like the honey that I tried to put on my piece of toast.

It seems possible that past issues of the B & R have had sports articles which would better have been entitled “Statistics and Whether You Win or Lose.” Now I'm not sure how you all get along with figures, but the ones I’m best acquainted with were never learned from math books. Instead of the tried and true, cut and dried, age-old, and reliable formula of sports news, this flamboyant issue boasts: 1) a short questionnaire to test your basketball knowledge; 2) an interview with native son, Bruce McKenney; 3) a scoop on our grappling squad; 4) a preview of what’s to come along with April showers and a shovelful of fill to close up the gaps in between.

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2. Is it traveling, if a player falls to the floor while holding the ball?

3. If the ball is in flight during A’s try for a field goal when time for the period expires, and if the ball is sub­ sequently touched, does the goal count if made?

4. Two free throws are awarded to A, and before time is in, one free throw is awarded to B. What is the correct pro­ cedure?

5. What is kicking the ball?

Answers will be found-hopefully-in the next B & R. If you get impatient to find out the answers, just ask Jim AdoKike or Rock Neumann.

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ball?”

“They certainly tend to wear you out at times.”

When asked for his reaction to this inter­ view, Bruce replied that it was flattering in a way. And grinning widely, he hastened to point out that he is in no way related to Billy McKinney of Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois.

Not to change the subject, but at several of our last home games there seem to have been some unnecessary and undesirable catcalls and what not all emanating from our bleachers.

I won’t mention any particulars, but it seems that Wild Bill Runke and his Sophomore rat pack take a certain delight in uttering: “Bounce, bounce, bounce-arch, etc.” when opponent is attempting a free throw. There are other examples, but I’m hard pressed to recall any more of them at 4:24 in the morn­ ing. Well, at any rate, in addition to the un­ spoken rules of etiquette, which most know­ ledgeable fans are aware of and practice, we receive further proof from the following ex­ cerpt from the current basketball rule book: “Who is responsible for the behavior of the spectators?”

Answer: “The home management or game committee, insofar as they can reasonably be expected to control the spectators. The offi­ cials may call fouls on either team if its sup­ porters act in such a way as to interfere with the proper conduct of the game. Discretion must be used in calling such fouls, however, lest a team be unjustly penalized.”

Perhaps if we observe this procedure, it will no longer be necessary for our coach to reprimand the crowd.

“If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.” Emerson’s point is well taken in regard to those who lay great importance on statis­ tics, personal accomplishments, or potatoes.

Before we split for vacation, the Trojans played a close game against Lawrence University. Each time the Trojans seemed about to close in, Mike Fogel put in a hoop to keep Lawrence in the black. After a break to recuperate from semester tests, etc., the Trojans came face to face with Blackhawk Tech. Things were sticky until Dennis Himm got the team untracked.

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made several excellent passes to set up his teammates for scores. Then everything was grooviness. Here, for the first time, the Trojans unveiled their “second semester defense,” which consists of a 1-3-1 match-up zone and is complemented by a tenacious half court press.

This defense was in use as Dan Schmelzer left his crutches behind and returned for the Beloit game January 11, but even his presence wasn’t the solution. The Buccaneers played a sound game at both ends of the court.

On January 15 the Milwaukee Bucks per­ formed very well in a game against Artis Gil­ more and the Bulls. But of more immediate concern is the fact the Trojans crossed the Rock River and set foot on Crusader territory.

This was no panty raid—it was a continuation of a fierce rivalry with Maranatha, or “Mara­ thon,” if you pump gas or ever get voted queen for homecoming. The Trojans had relatively little trouble cracking the Crusaders’ defense, but center Jeff Chestnut was a quadruped of another tint. Chestnut’s shots fell in with noticeable regularity, which put him in good company with McKenney and Zell, who kept the barge afloat. Our Trojans had enough moxie to persevere this day, and they had to be heartened by the news of a similar occurrence beforehand involvingSem and theCrusader J V’s.

In a game against Lakeland, the Trojans made up for what they lacked in size by hustling and scrapping on defense. The special of the day was blocked shots—a real crowd-pleaser.

Despite an unusually high number of fouls and turnovers, as well as a hostile crowd, the Muskies put their talents to good use in their initial game in the United States after an ex­ cursion to Europe. As for Milton, it’s just one of those teams that consistently makes the best of their available material. Against the Trojans Milton executed its fast break quite effectively.

Pins, near falls, takedowns, reversals...

Coach Pieper's understudies found the going a little tough in their last three meets. On the positive side, our team is becoming seasoned in the process and has shown improvement already. A case in point for positive reinforce­ ment: Frosh John Beck carried home a medal from the Elmhurst Invitational. In spite of our recent progress, it may be a few more seasons before we will be able to schedule Iowa State and Oklahoma.

Although there are a mere 114 days left until the Seniors slide out of the city noted for its Octagon House, those last few weeks will be filled to the brim with excitement. Not only will there be Greek tests, Hebrew quizzes, and term papers to write, but there will also be baseball. When we think of baseball, we are thinking about returning lettermen such as: Dennis Himm, Steve Wilkens, Keith and Doug Free, Dave Voss, Dave Kolander, Steve Schiller, Doug Lange and Rog Neumann. With them the aspirations of Coach Picpcr will ride in the up­ coming months. Incidentally, the misfortune of missing classes will be minimized this year with the introduction of three Sunday games.

Furthermore, there is track and field. There is a little more involved here than those crazy runners who track in mud from the fertile fields of nearby Hustisford. In Larry Gierach the Trojans have one of the best milers in the state. Veterans Jim Nelson, Phil Heyer, Jon Rossman, and Jim Connell will be the nucleus of this year’s squad. However, the team needs help in the hurdles, pole vault, javelin, discus, and shot. N.B.—These positions can also be filled by upperclassmen-no holds are barred.

One other item worthy of mention is the fact that all of our track meets are held on our opponents’ soil. If there is land available, may­ be we could keep this fact in mind for the near future.

Finding a coach for our tennis team could be the only hitch in an otherwise bright picture.

Tom Nass, who has the knack of doing what­ ever he sets his mind to, Fred Voss, and Bruce Becker are N-Club members. A strong support­ ing cast consists of Keith Tullberg, Bruce McKenney, Jim Proeber, Mike Spaude, and Mark Barenz. There is every reason to expect that 'll will be another fine year for the Tro­ jan netters.

Our fourth spring sport is none other than golf. Returning swingers include Don Scheuerlein, Mark Wagner, Tom Behnke, Tom Kneser, and Lee Neujahr. Only Ed Zell was lost to graduation. The schedule is being included.

’77 BASEBALL April 16 17 20 23 24 27 28 30 May 3 8 10

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Madison ATC Lakeland Milton Milw. ATC Milw. SOE MBBC Lawrence WCTI MBBC

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'77 GOLF April 18 22 23 26 28 30 May 2 7 9

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How Great Were the Classics? n his studies of the culture and languages of Iancient Greece and Rome, the conscientious

counter-arguments against the truth, but not one of these will hold water. For instance, they assert that many ancient writers referred to these works and commented at length on them.

However, to assert this is to overlook the fact that if these references and commentaries have survived till this day, then they too must have not been read very much in the ancient world, and were, no doubt, as unpopular as the works they were written about.

Undaunted, these stubborn dissenters argue that scenes from the Odyssey and Hesiod’s T/ieogony appear on many ancient art objects.

However, a perusal of this so-called “art” reveals the weakness of this argument. Ignoring the question of whetherornot it really is “art,” let us examine where it is found. Much of it turns up on fragments of broken pottery, broken, no doubt, because people didn’t value its artwork or subject matter enough to take proper care of it. Some of it takes the form of wall paintings in places like Pompeii, artwork so degenerate that modern tour guides there warn the easily offended from viewing it. It is also found in statuary which has survived more or less intact only because statues aren’t as easy to break as pottery (limbs and noses are often broken off anyway, the result of careless handling and shipping). Since all this “artwork” was so apathetically regarded by the ancients, we must conclude that its creators were regarded on the same low social level as the authors of the works that inspired them.

Since we have seen that these counter-argu­ ments can’t stand up against the facts, let us turn now to the question of what sort of men wrote these so-called “classics.” Many of their ameteurish traits are obvious in their works.

Homer, for example, was hopelessly redundant.

His poems abound in such repititious lines as “swift-footed Achilles,” “god-like Odysseus,” and “When early-born, rosy-fingered dawn appeared...” Virgil was no more than a

student sooner or later is confronted by the literary works of those days, the Iliad and the AeneicI and Oedipus Rex and the like. These have been called the great literature of their time, in fact, of all time, flowers on the tree of Western civilization. However, this is not at all the case, and how such a misconception ever came into being is a mystery. The fact is, (and this is borne out by the evidence) that the sur­ viving literature of that day is not the flower but rather the dregs of Graeco-Roman culture.

The fact that these works have survived to modern times is clear proof of this. In drawing conclusions from this evidence, we must recall the old adage, “The present is the key to the past.” Today, the best-preserved books are those that are never read. They escape the dangers of cracked bindings, torn pages, tattered covers, and a lot of wear and tear. The books that are never read are those that arc no good, negligible efforts of hack writers who are un­ conscious of the rules of grammar, to say nothing of characterization and plot construc­ tion. These books are safe from any handling which better literature receives. Therefore, the best preserved books today are those which are no good.

So it was also in the ancient world. All the truly great works were read, reread, and passed on from one friend to another, finally succumbing to the wear of such constant use.

On the other hand, the boring, tasteless, worth­ less books never received such ruinous popular­ ity. Most resided on back shelves of libraries or underneath short table legs, safe from constant handling. Hence, all the good literature of the Past disappeared from the face of the earth, and only the trash has survived.

This fact is denied by those who prefer to hold to pet theories that these surviving works are actually “classics.” They launch many 191

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plagiarist; his “Aeneid” reads almost exactly like Homer’s “Odyssey” with names that have been changed. Cicero, the supposed master of Latin prose, was actually a shyster lawyer who depended more on emotional pleas than on hard evidence to win his cases. Aeschylus, the Greek playwright, couldn’t handle any more than two characters on the stage at the same time. Many more examples could be cited of major flaws in the writings of the ancient authors of whom we know today. No wonder that they and their works were so unpopular in their time.

The travesty of this situation is that these literary works are considered great by modern

scholars, who ignore the fact that the truly great ancient literature has disappeared. What about these lost classics? What great ancient authors had to die, so that a Horace or a Sophocles could live on in their place? What great epics perished, so that such talentless drivel as “The Republic” and “The Gallic Wars” could usurp their honor? These questions can never be answered, and the lost classics can never be recovered. But out of respect to them, let us never forget that the ancient works which we have today are only a hollow mockery of the glory that was ancient Graeco-Roman literature.

JEFF SCHALLERT

Poetry ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT Another Saturday night in Watertown— the implications are staggering, so much to do, yet nothing that cries for action.

The logical resolution seems to be the movies, popcorn and stale ennui.

We enter as the houselights dim and die.

No more will walls with Cheshire grins offend us with their sickly brown.

(Is paint unheard of in this town?)

Projectors clatter. We sit down.

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rrtn the year 1797 young Clemens Brcntano 3) of Ehrenbreitstein felt stirring within him­ self the spirit of the German Romantic move­ ment. How he longed for a time when life was simpler, when the virtuous soul, the valorous heart and the strong right arm counted for something. Clemens left his studies at the University of Jena and set out for wherever the wandering road led him, with his gaze steadfastly fixed on the horizon, a song in his heart and a guitar slung over his shoulder.

We're not told whether or not he could play it.

In his efforts to immerse himself in the simple life, he associated with a lot of simple folks, and in the process learned a lot of simple folk songs. Seven years later, along with fellow Romanticist Achim Arnim, he decided to give Germany a taste of her cultural heritage and began editing a collection of these songs. The finished product was dedicated to Goethe in the first volume and entitled Des Knaben Wunder/iorn. after the first poem in the collection.

These three volumes of humor, pathos, romance, and wisdom, their roots planted firmly in German soil, proved to be an im­ mediate and universal success. Heine said of them, "Anyone who wishes to come to know the German people in its most lovable aspect should study these folk songs." Goethe, penning a dedication, expressed the hope that the poems might inspire composers to write new settings for them. Some eighty years later the misplaced Romanticist Gustav Mahler did so. in a song cycle entitled, curiously enough. Des Knaben Wunilcrhorn.

Among the twenty-two poems he set to music was “Des St. Antonius von Padua Fischpredigt," the music of which later became the scherzo of his Second Symphony. The rippling and flowing song tells of a saint who, dissatisfied with merely extending his evangelism efforts to humanity, goes “off to the rivers to preach to the fish." And he finds an audience, and a most gratifying one:

The carp and the roach have all come along.

Their mouths open wide all the better to listen.

No sermon ever pleased the fish so much.

A catalogue of fish and their stereotyped characteristics then follows: The speckled pike that are always fighting Have come hurrying along to hear the holy man.

And even those strange creatures that are always fasting.

1 mean the cod, appear at the sermon.

No sermon ever pleased the cod so much.

Fine eel and sturgeon, those delicate feeders.

Recline at their ease to take in the sermon.

Crabs, too, and turtles, so slow in their errands.

Shoot up from the sea bed to listen to his words.

No sermon ever pleased the crabs so much.

Fish great and small, of high and low degree.

Raise their heads at his words like intelligent beings: As God desires they listen to the sermon.

There actually was a St. Anthony, a Lector of Theology for the Dominican cloisters of Padua in the early thirteenth century. No piscine-preaching activities on his part were ever recorded, but his contemporaries reported that he was the greatest preacher of his time.

All the shops in Padua closed up when he preached. His sermons were punctuated by continued on paste 204

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•|^|illie was seething. The anger was percolatl”J.ing somewhere deep in her chest, bubbling through her throat and bursting into blinding little Hashes of red and black somewhere behind her eyeballs. John hadn't come home this late March evening; his supper had cooled, coagu­ lated and finally frozen to death on the table.

He hadn't even called her to say he was working late. More than likely he was out drinking again, had stopped in for a few with his buddies after finishing his daily main­ tenance rounds in the little green and white Pacific Gas and Electric truck. After eight years Millie knew pretty well what made John tick; he rarely talked about it, but she could always tell the moment he stepped in the door that he’d been drinking. He would fumble slightly with the latch, slowly unlace his boots, drop his jacket in the corner and shuffle through the kitchen, sometimes merely mumbling a greeting before slouching into the deep, musty, feltcovered armchair.

There was a spine-tingling screech, a fingernail-and-blackboard scratching at the window.

With a start Millie opened her eyes and stared across the foot of the old four-poster to where the fluorescent street lamp glittered through the rain-streaked windows. As her heart retreated from her throat, she realized that the old elm out front was merely trying to come in out of the damp and wind and cold. Usually she scarcely noticed the noise, but sometimes when her thoughts were occupied or entangled the frantic clawing would catch her by surprise.

She wished they'd have a kid. Maybe two.

That would keep John interested, bring him home early. But after eight years of marriage, it was apparent that babies were not forth­ coming. Sometimes she found herself absently wondering whose fault it was but then again ...

But why hadn't he at least called home? The rain turned to sleet and did a drum roll on the slate roof. The wool blanket tickled Millie's chin. She slept. tT7t

Forty miles north along the lake John and his fellow linesman squinted into the night. It was black and wet out tonight, like the inside of Satan's soul. All the lights in the area were dead; the growing cold had turned the rain into an ice storm, and somewhere out there along the road a power line was down. The only point of light as far as the eye could see was the yellow fog beam centered in front of the slowly moving repair truck. Yes, sir, there was going to be a little overtime pay on that next check. John looked at his watch. Midnight. He'd tried to call Millie and tell her about the storm up here, but the line was dead-it made him feel kind of warm inside to know that some­ where out there was a telephone linesman up late and working, a sort of kinship, riders on the storm. He hoped the electricity was still on at home, or else the heat would be off. At least, he thought, her blankets were good old wool-nothing more impractical than an electric blanket during a power failure.

There was an exclamation, signs of life from Warren, and then, “There it is."

John peered out between the Hailing wipers and saw. sure enough, a big one, a high-tension line dangling its lethal tentacle from a sixty foot crosstree. Eighteen, thousand volts sputtered in the mud, hissing and crackling as the wind Hopped the cable from puddle to puddle, a spastic elephant’s trunk in a New York State of mind. John started slipping into his slicker, and Warren radioed the position of the downed line. Somewhere down the line in a warmly glowing substation an attendant started Hipping breakers until suddenly Warren squeezed the microphone: “That’s it!" The wind had let up for a time, and they watched as the wire stopped spitting and snuffed its glowing red eye in the nearest puddle. Warren shrugged on his rain gear and grunted, “Heads." as John Hipped a quarter and held the coin to the glowing dashboard. Ugh! George Washing­ ton looked him in the eye, winked at him in the green half-light of the cab. John would ride the crow's nest and mend the cable while 20:

Warren relayed him tools and advice from the ground below. John plunged out into the teeth of the storm, heaved some cable, tools and a splice up into the fiberglass cockpit and clambered in himself. He thumbed a lever, and somewhere below him in the bowels of .the truck the compressor kicked in; the hydraulic elbow slowly lifted from the truck bed and, with John clutched in its paw, raised its fist into the night.

John thought about Millie. He thought about himself. Mostly he worried about Millie and himself, their relationship. He knew she disliked the way he sometimes drank before coming home from work in the evening. This had always been a bone of contention between them, but drinking was just something that needed doing. After a hard day of work a man’s got to unwind. But lately there’d been something else, some different, faceless, fore­ boding resentment between them. John guessed maybe they should have some kids.

They should have at least one or two, but what's a man to do? Children were so easy for most couples, why not for them? Maybe they should adopt a couple.

The crosstree loomed just above him now, skeletal and darker than night against the night.

Cautiously see-sawing control levers, he jockeyed into position just beneath the broken cable. It was one of the middle two out of four on the cross-piece, and the wires on either side of John’s hardhat buzzed with a lively intensity, humming a high voltage tune. There was another noise, too, a groaning, a creaking, like three grandchildren in an antique rocking chair.

He reached out and wrapped his fist around one of the live cables, felt the slick sheath of ice along its belly and wondered at the tensile strength of a cable that could bear its own weight in ice. The wind whistled and rocked the crow's nest, and he had to holler hard be­ fore Warren snaked him the downed cable.

John roped, then winched the heavy line into place and, leaning against the crosstree, hurriedly filed, spliced and fastened the repaired line to the cross-piece. It only took a few minutes.

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can about two thirds down and, exhausted, felt the alcohol work its warm magic in his stomach, his head, his aching shoulder. Quietly he creaked up the narrow stairwell and cased into the bedroom.

“Huh. Who’s there?” Millie started, the sleep in her eyes.

John set the beer on the end table with a clink and sat down on the bed in the dark.

“Just me. Had to work late,” while he antici­ pated her question.

Silence.

“Almost sold the farm tonight, Millie."

“What?” Millie murmured, half asleep still.

“I say, we had a little trouble on the lines tonight. I almost kicked the bucket.”

“Oh.” Millie, half awake now. “You all right?” She rolled over and rested her head on his sore shoulder. He didn’t wince. Her breath smelled warm and sunny, kind of drowsy, like new-mown hay in the summer sun.

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.”

He tickled her chin with his two-day beard.

She dozed and he headed for the shower.

They'd have a talk in the morning. Late morning.

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The clock said three-thirty but it didn’t matter; he wouldn't have to work tomorrow. He took a can of beer from the refrigerator, cracked it open and took a pull, then pressed the cold can against the welt on his shoulder. He sucked the i

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like everyone else.

If you at all enjoy Mahler or classical vocal music, I'd recommend a copy of his Des Knaben Wunderhorn. The lyrics are everything the Romanticists claimed them to be, and Mahler is at his expressive best in the settings he has composed for them. It might be nice, too, to have “Des St. Antonius von Padua Fischpredigt” to play some day after you’ve preached Sunday after Sunday that all human effort is worthless for getting right standing with God, and that only faith in Jesus and the sacrifice He made is the way to God’s love, and then members of your congregation tell you, “Well Pastor, I've never stolen anything or killed anyone; I've done the best I can; I guess God can't ask any more than that. . •

The sermon has ended, they each turn away; The pike stay thieves, the eels remain lechers: They liked the sermon, and they remain like everyone else.

The crabs still go backward, the cod stay stupid.

The carp still gorge themselves, they forget the sermon; They liked the sermon, and they remain

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Etiquette at CNGWC ^^everal weeks ago as I was leaving the cafeA'-^tcria after an early lunch, it was my misfor­ tune to encounter three campus luminaries at once. On the right, Pres. Toppe was advancing soberly from the Coburg Hall office complex, and on the left. Dean Lindeinann was barreling down the express lane of the Wartburg walk­ way. Straight ahead loomed no less a person than the Editor of The Black and Red, who had come striding up from Wittenberg and was about to converge with the others at an uncon­ trolled intersection.

The misfortune was that I had no idea as to what propriety demanded under those cir­ cumstances. Whom should I address first? What greeting would be appropriate-an unassuming nod of acknowledgment, a hasty “g’mornin”’ garbled by peanut butter sandwich, or perhaps a formal act of obeisance? I wasn’t even sure who had the right of way. Confused.

I avoided the confronta­ tion and headed over to the library to consult Emily Post’s authoritative Etiquette.

A minute spent thumbing the pages impressed on me the utter my shallowness of acquaintance with the sub­ ject. Here were problems I had never dreamed of, and all the answers, too-640 pages of them, handsomely illustrated and com­ pletely up-to-date as of 1945. For a moment I thought that maybe our curriculum could use an elective on etiquette, with Mrs. Post’s manual as the textbook. It would be something like having 205

another foreign language course.

Unfortunately I failed to find very much that was directly applicable to NWC and its family of eccentrics. Surely ours is a unique establishment, a “peculiar institution” if you will, and one that needs its own specialized set of guidelines. But Etiquette offers no help in that direction. “Northwestern College” as an institutional type and “Northwestern Student” as a social category are not discussed by Mrs. Post or even mentioned in the footnotes. May­ be she didn't know about NWC. Maybe she did but was too embarrassed to let on. In any event, the book has only limited value for us.

In view of this, one immediately realizes that there is a yawning gap in the literature on social phenomena. What we need is a book

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Until such a dissertation appears, I can only offer the modest fruits of some ground-break­ ing research. It all began with the promising conjecture that a closed society like ours would evolve its own set of understood guide­ lines, preferred patterns of behavior, approp­ riate responses, taboos, and what-not-all, and that these would lend themselves to analysis by specialists in various disciplines. From the anthropologists I borrowed the proper tech­ niques for studying primitive cultures; from the philosophers, profound interpretive insights: and from the journalists, license to lie by type­ writer. To put it bluntly, this is, like most other B & R articles, an opportunity for the writer to say anything he jolly well pleases.

adequate as a method of communicating one's interest in visitors. Varsity basketball games are a case in point. There the gentlemen of the student body are present as spectators, and meaningful staring at the bleacher sections is likely to be misinterpreted as mere "specta­ ting." Abduction of cheerleaders has been found to be an effective alternative. No doubt, our resourcefulness can be counted on to pro­ vide similarly tasteful solutions for other prob­ lem situations.

2. A tfire. Here the key word is casual.

Mrs. Post very properly suggests that "there is a certain effect of casual negligence that, es­ pecially in the country or at college, is the best sort of dressing.” At NWC in Watertown, Wisconsin, one finds oneself at the same time

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Observation of representative Northwestern collegiates indicates that staring is the approved behavioral norm. Everyone does it, and right­ fully so. Staring at girls is part of the birthright which is conferred on the frosh when they are initiated into the Northwestern family.

What is more, the degree of visual attention varies in direct ratio to the student's level of academic progress. As an illustration, note what happens when a reasonably attractive young lady with a tourist visa to NWC shows up for a visit. Freshmen merely gaze; sopho­ mores squint lor better focus; juniors rub their eyes and blink in disbelief: seniors adjust their binoculars and take notes. (Any interest on the part of five-year students in their final semester probably indicates nothing more than regression to a state of naive curiosity.) This, mind you, is the sort of welcome which greets your stock-in-trade, garden-variety visitor fresh off the bus from Sister Institution. A finalist in the Miss America Pageant, an ABC prime-time Angel, or a fiancee of a Wittenberg Hall tutor might be expected to evoke even more of an enthusiastic response.

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rags, the Watertown collegiate might possibly be mistaken for a transplanted Ivy Leaguer and consequently get his name on all the wrong mailing lists. The failed hippie image suits him much better.

3. Dorm-room upkeep. What was said about attire applies here, too: the casual, livedin look is what counts. It is perhaps impossible to designate a particular state of disorder as being optimal or most popular, but on the other hand, there are definite limits as to what is acceptable in room decor. These limits may be conveniently illustrated by referring to two hypothetical cases. Let us assume that the two imaginary rooms are at opposite ends of Third Floor Wittenberg. One of them is unmatched as an expression of the appealingly haphazard, take-things-as-thcy-come philosophy of home furnishing; the effect is agreeable, but any attempt to go farther in the same direction is not feasible because of the risk of spontan­ eous combustion or an avalanche. The room on the other end of the dorm is, let us say, the residence of a student whose weekly task of room-checking elevates his own quarters to showroom status. Efforts to improve on that standard of neatness would be unmistakable evidence of the dreaded Hciusfrau Syndrome.

Between these extremes is the happy medium which most students find ideal.

4. Sleeping. Sleeping is apparently one of the most highly regarded and widely culti­ vated extracurricular activities on campus.

Budding scholars have even been known to let it interrupt their browsing in favorite grammars and histories. Some unfortunate nappers rise from bed with their cheeks cruelly disfigured by the impression of textured bedspreads, but that is a price which many are willing to pay.

Since sleep is associated with enjoyment in the student’s mind, his daytime naps very likely reflect his whole-hearted approval of the sur­ roundings he finds himself in. A sudden plunge into sleep while someone else is talking is an eloquent way of telling him, “Thank you very much for helping me do what I like best.”

Conversely, anyone who goes to the trouble of providing some soporific entertainment may feel duly complimented when the dozing be­ gins. However, the dozer should exercise restraint so that his show of gratitude doesn’t appear cheaply extravagant and insincere.

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breathing deeply but quietly. Subtlety of ex­ pression will only serve to enhance the compli­ ment . . .

Enough-etiquette at NWC is proving to be too big a topic for one article. I leave the pursuit of this elusive quarry to others.

Loud snoring, sprawling limbs, and slouching get the message across in a hurry, but these pre­ tentious displays are ill-mannered and about as endearing as a speech packed with fulsome flattery. It is much better to keep the response low-key by maintaining normal posture and

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the Lost Language Latin, Hebrew and Greek, oh my!

Latin, Hebrew and Greek, oh my!

Ventris’ decipherment of Linear B began with the discovery of the tablets upon which Linear B was found to be written. Inspired by Heinrich Schliemann’s work, Arthur Evans be­ gan excavating the palace of King Minos at Knossos on the island of Crete. In one of the rooms of the palace he found a pile of these tablets with some strange writing on them.

These tablets were laboriously cleaned, photo­ graphed and published for the benefit of scholars everywhere. The trouble was that there were no Linear B scholars at that time.

But lack of knowledge has never stopped speculation: The problem of decipherment posed by this new writing was too fascinating to be resisted, in spite of the fact that the published material was too small either for the breaking of the code or for the proof of a successful solution.

During the half-century 1901-51 con­ tinual attempts were made by reputable

This was the mournful cry heard on the stage of our own Music-Auditorium at a pep rally two years ago. Latin, Hebrew and especially Greek can cause frustration, anxiety and mid­ night caffeine fits. But the satisfaction of being able to speak words in a language so few other people know is inexpressible. That joy of being able to say to any annoying person “3<xp0apos!” has inspired me to prepare this little look into a really well-buried language. Linear B. In our “History of the Ancient Near East and of Greece’' course, we learn just a few facts about the boy-wonder Michael Ventris, who deciphered Linear B back in 1952. But what is Linear B? How did Michael Ventris go about deciphering it? Did Ventris actually decipher it? We’ll look first at the decipherment of Ventris, and then at the work of a critic of this decipherment, Saul Levin.

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scholars, by talented amateurs and by cranks of all kinds from the lunatic fringe of archaeology. 1 They tried such languages as Hittite, Egyptian, Basque, Albanian, Finnish, Hebrew, Sumerian, and Babylonian. Many strange translations were offered. One of the best, excelling in its fluent style and meaningful literalness, is this translation of a portion of the undeciphered Phaistos Disk: . . .the lord walking of wings the breathless path, the star-smitcr, the foaming gulf of water, dogfish smiter on the creeping flower; the lord, smiter of the horse-hide, the dog climbing the path, the dog emptying with the foot the water-pitchers, climbing the circu­ lar path, parching the wine-skin ...”

Not all who were at work on the Linear B tablets offered such jibberish. Alice J. Kober, who knew Sanskrit, Hittite, Old Persian, Semitic, Sumerian and Basque, and had received her doctorate from Columbia Univer­ sity with a thesis on mathematics, physics and natural science, set to work on Linear B. Al­ though personally she didn’t believe that Linear B could be deciphered, she did some very important and necessary preliminary work. She looked at the language, not in order to translate it, but only in order to determine a little about the structure of the language. She found that the usual entry on a Linear B tablet was a word, a picture and a number. The deci­ mal numbering system wasn’t hard to figure out. A different mark was used to indicate each one, ten, hundred, or thousand^Sp, the num­ ber of Watertown residents Alice also noticed that about ninety sym­ bols were used to spell words. She realized that there are three basic writing systems: an alpha­ bet like ours, a pictographic system like Chinese, or a syllabary like Linear B. In a syllabary each character equals one syllable of one consonant followed by one vowel. This syllabary sounds like a workable system until you try to write, “I like Latin, Hebrew and Greek very much,” and find that you’ve written: I li la-ti, lie-re a re ve-re mu. There are some missing consonants which don’t fit into a syllabary pattern. To make the system clearer, some scribes would add vowels, so we may too: 1 li'ki la-ti, he-be-re a-na ge-re-ke ve-re mu. This makes the sentence a little easier to under­ 209

stand, but it’s still unclear. It is generally thought that Linear B was only a method of shorthand by which a scribe could quickly jot down notes which he later could decipher, but which would look like nonsense to anyone else.

Alice Kober saw these things and then went on to observe some more specific things.

She found several words which were spelled alike except for their endings. After much work, she came up with this grouping:

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When she saw these, she immediately thought of her Latin declensions, as many of us prob­ ably also do. Although the Case I nouns all end differently, the Case II nouns all end in HI and the Case III nouns in '} . This seeming in­ flection pointed very much in favor of an IndoEuropean language, but as yet there were no meanings for these unpronounceable words.

From these patterns she reasoned that T and (A should have the same consonant, but different vowels. So also with the pair tm? and /tt. On the other hand,/|\ and It! should both VOWSV VOWBhave the same vowels, but different consonants.

1 2 From these similarities, CONS’NT she began formulating a 1 /i\ chart. But Alice Kober CONS’NT died in 1950. This was o /+\ ’7 about as far as the deci-l ^ pherment had advanced before Ventris.

Arthur Evans continued the decipherment of Linear B. In 1936 when he gave a lecture at the British School of Athens in London, little fourteen-year-old Michael Ventris was in his audience. Michael Ventris had always “dis­ played a marked predilection^ for strange ”3 idioms and mysterious scripts, He would often speak to people in their native language as if he had been speaking it all his life. He was very much impressed by Evans’ description of the Linear B tablets and decided to work at deciphering them. Although extremely gifted at languages, he spent his professional career as an architect. But all along he was working on the decipherment. Already in 1940, at the age of eighteen he published Introduction to

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was very similar to Ventris in that he too had been interested in languages since earliest youth. But Chadwick had chosen to specialize in these languages and had already done some independent work on Linear B. They began to work together, mostly by correspondence, and became so wrapped up in their work that they even wrote letters back and forth in Linear B. Their most important article on the decipher­ ment, “Evidence for Greek Dialect in the Mycenaean Archives,” appeared first in 1953 in the Journal of Hellenistic Studies. In 1956, the year of Ventris’ death in a car accident, their classic work, Documents in Mycenaean Greek appeared. Two years later, Chadwick published The Decipherment of Linear B, a less technical work designed for the layman. Shortly before Ventris' death, the Mycenaean Colloquy was held in Paris. Ventris died at the height of his glory.

Ventris' decipherment was criticized from the beginning. Many felt that he and Chad­ wick had read Greek into Linear B. As much as one would like to see the writing deciphered, it’s not hard to see their point, as only a very small portion of the words have been deciphered into understandable Greek. And yet, a great many people became stubbornly convinced that Ventris hafl completely solved the problem and that there was no more room for questioning. In 1964, The Linear B Decipherment Controversy Re-examined by Saul Levin, a Ph. D., appeared. This is a very impressive book: not because it's big and heavy or old and musty, but because Saul Levin dis­ cusses the whole Linear B decipherment with a patient, logical reasoning. He slowly advances from one point in the decipherment to the next, careful to back up each point in his reasoning. He says that the important tiling is to find “comprehensible Greek texts,” not just words.

Apparently Greek words, if they do not fit together into a text, could be pro­ duced by great ingenuity while the language of the tablets would remain something quite different.^ Levin then proceeds to methodically dis­ cuss the phonetic values assigned by Ventris to the Linear B characters, offering the arguments for and against each value. His main criticism of Ventris’ decipherment is that it was not sufficiently proved and that it claimed too much. He doesn’t disprove any of the phonetic

Minoan Writing, in which he set forth his own pet theory that the tablets were written in Etruscan.

In his spare time in 1951, Ventris began seriously working at Linear B. He continued building up the grid which Alice Kober had begun. By various methods he began finding more and more relations between characters, thus determining their place on the chart.

Ventris' theory was that if only a few words could be deciphered, via a chain reaction, the whole grid would be deciphered and thus the language and the message of the tablets would be elear to us.

After he built up his grid, Ventris decided to experiment with assigning sound values to the signs. He first worked with this word: ¥WYC?. Because ^ occurs very often at the beginning of Linear B words, Ventris assigned the value “a” to it. Now Ventris had to resort to the Cypriot syllabary to find values for other signs. The Cypriot script had been deciphered nearly a century before and seemed to be a similar method of writing. Ventris found that certain Linear B characters were shaped very much like certain characters in the Cypriot syllabary. So, he borrowed values from that syllabary to fit a few Linear B characters.

This had been tried before, but without success.

He equated? with the Cypriot^ “na” and M with the Cypriot ^ “ti”. Then Ventris could plug these values into the grid he had so laboriously built up; they fixed the consonant and vowel values ofY. This gives him “a-?-ni-?” for the place name. At this point, Ventris looked at the map and noticed that the city of Amnisos was very near to Knossos where these tablets were found. If this city were to be written in syllabic script, its form might be a-mi-ni-so. So now all he needed to do was to substitute “mi” fori? and “so” for,:?and he’d spelled Amnisos. Then, working with other words, he found Knossos and Phaistus. As had been predicted, the chain reaction occurred and Ventris soon found himself able to spot many words which might be Greek words, e.g., a-to-ro-qo ( #v&ptoTros , man) and po-me-no ('TTOip.iyv , shepherd).

Scholars jumped at the solution with enthusiasm, and soon Ventris was buried in laurels. Before he could continue, Ventris decided that he needed a professional philolo­ gist and contacted John Chadwick, the Reader in Classical Philology at Cambridge. Chadwick 210

values that Ventris had assigned, although he does show which values have some proof and which ones are mere speculation. But Levin does seriously question which came first, the syllabary or the cryptography. One of the main reasons that Ventris' decipherment was so readily acclaimed was the method he supposed­ ly used to reach it. Supposedly, Ventris applied the methods of cryptography which he had learned during the Second World War to Linear B and developed the chart and only then did he refer to the Cypriot syllabary.

Levin, on the other hand, suspected that Ventris worked from both, and relied very heavily on the Cypriot syllabary from the be­ ginning. It's a scholars' discussion. Hither way.

Levin's book added a sobering note to the elation over the decipherment.

But this leaves a problem: some say Linear B is deciphered, some say it's not. Now suppose someone wants to write about this period of time, but isn't able to judge the decipherment on his own. What's he to do? If he wants material to write about, lie'll accept the opinion of Professor A who says that Ventris fully deciphered Linear B, even though Professor B. who's just as knowledgeable as Professor A, feels that Ventris' decipherment is somewhat uncertain in many places. The point here is that much has been “learned" from the Linear B tablets about Mycenaean life that is not really known. In Homer's Iliad, there is much mention of the ova£ av&puv, the lord of men, and it seems that this &vo% was more powerful than a PaotXeus, king. In Ventris' decipherment, the word avo^ is found, but in addition there's another office mentioned, the lawagetas, which is translated “leader of the people." Many people speculated as to just what the duties of this officer might have been, how powerful he was, etc. In his book, Levin points out that the decipherment of l.ii as lawagetas was not at all certain. He writes: By a circular argument-not concisely stated, so that it escapes notice-the Greek words have been taken to prove the decipherment, and the decipher­ ment has in turn been taken to guaran­ tee the words. The caution proper to an experiment is forgotten; and the Greek words thus “deciphered" become not a hypothetical but an illusory context for interpreting other words in the ■* l l

same tablets, words which in Ventris' transcription do not even look Greek.6 Thus all this speculation about what sort of official this might have been is based on an un­ certain decipherment.

The study of Linear B is an interesting interlude, a refreshing change of pace. But we need not look at Linear B and decide that just because it's undeciphered, we can’t learn any­ thing from it. From the little that is known for certain about Linear B. we can learn much about the people who wrote Linear B 3500 years ago. We can see from a few things that can be deciphered for certain on these tablets that there was a great deal of trade and com­ merce in this affluent society. But I think that the most striking thing about these tablets is that so many trifles are written down. On these tablets are found detailed lists of the con­ tents of rooms, lists of the artisans of a particu­ lar trade in such and such a city, lists of how much a certain man owed the government in taxes. Truly this was a materialistic society geared toward making money. But soon came the Dorian invaders, burning, pillaging, destroy­ ing. The society which had composed all these lists in Linear B was no more. All that remains today are their ruins and accounting books.

Not much to remember a whole culture by, is it? Will history repeat itself in America?

JIM LANGEBARTHLS

NOTES 1 Michael Ventris and John Chadwick, Documents in Mycenaean Greek, (Cambridge: University Press, 1956). p. 11.

-John Chadwick, The Decipherment of Linear D. (New York: Vintage Books. 1958),p. 29 ^Ernst Doblhofer, Voices in Stone: The Decipherment of Ancient Scripts and Writ­ ings. (New York: Collier Books, 1961), p. 251. ^Saul Levin, The Linear B Decipherment Controversy Re-examined, (New York: State University of New York, 1964), p. 13.

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Campus & CIassroom gjgjnyone who has taken a course in general K&Jpsychology is familiar with something called a personality inventory. For those of you who don't know (or care), the personality inventory consists of a series of pointed ques­ tions designed to reveal, if analyzed correctly, tendencies toward any and all abnormal be­ havior, from wife beating to chronic nose pick­ ing. Most personality inventories, such as the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory (MMPI), have been formulated according to information drawn from answers given by persons with serious psychological disorders.

With a few changes, therefore, 1 was able to modify the test and came up with my own version designed specifically for the North­ western student. I wanted to find out once and for all if the Northwestern student actually is as disoriented and socially inadequate as many D.M.L.C. students allege. I call my test the Personality Inventory Gauge for Dis-Oriented Guys (PIGDOG). Please mark all of the follow­ ing statements TRUE or FALSE as honestly as possible.

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1. Iam easily awakened during a history lec­ ture.

2. I think I would like the work of a librarian's assistant.

3. 1 enjoy reading Lenski in my spare time.

4. I would rather have a cheeseburger than a date.

5. I find myself wanting to play a quiet game of chess.

6. 1 would rather break my nose than pick wild flowers.

7. I eat in the Dining Hall at least once a month.

8. I reached my peak of scholastic achievement sometime in the fourth grade.

9. Sometimes I feel that I would like to learn Greek.

10. Sometimes I think I know Greek.

11. I wake up fresh and rested every morning.

12. I wake up every morning.

13. I would date a coed publicly if she asked me.

14. I have frequent urges to snuff out Dean Lindemann's cigar.

15. I have never quarreled with a janitor.

16. 1 would rather score a 74 on a test than a 92.

17. I have in the past defended the Bell Tower Project as a logical necessity.

18. I would like to spend my summers in Watertown.

19. I think Mark Schulz would be a good successor to O. J. Naumann.

20. I appreciate the fact that my roommate is an incorrigible slob.

21.1 find myself thinking nasty thoughts about Music 20/21.

22. I consider myself well organized.

23. I often forget which is my side of the room.

24. I joined Lutheran Collegians because I was looking for excitement.

25. 1 occasionally wear a non-regulation gym uniform just for the thrill of it.

After marking all the statements, add the total number you marked TRUE and multiply by four. Then find your place on the graph below.

-100 - Paranoic hyponomia -75 - Schizophrenia ” 50 - Chiastic Onomatopoiea — 25 - Hendyadistic chirophobia L- 0 - Manic depression

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Many situations arise on our campus from time to time which call for an input of fresh and imaginative ideas. Very often these ideas are difficult to come by (especially when Bronco is on vacation), and those who are doing the planning for a project often end up regretting that some idea hadn’t occurred to them until it was too late. Therefore I have come up with a plan that will utilize all the in­ sight and imagination that our enlightened campus has to offer—a Campus Suggestion Box. The first chance to put the Campus Sugges­ tion Box to use presented itself almost immediately. As you all know, the renovation of the Music Auditorium has begun and is pro­ gressing smoothly. Before work progressed too far, I decided to ask for suggestions as to what features this remodeled building should include.

Here are some of the ideas and their authors: —A new digital clock for Arnie’s classroom that runs five minutes fast and that can’t be tampered with—Tom Gumm -A conducting platform equipped with a trap-door that can be operated by members of the Touring Chorus-Dan Kelm -Luxury box scats in the balcony to be reserved for visiting synodical dignitariesRobert Voss -A special combination rumpus room/ lounge equipped with sauna, bar, and stereo (along with a collection of the Touring Chorus’s Greatest Hits)-A. O. L. -100% effective sound-absorbing panelsDan Schmelzer -Private dressing rooms for bona fide campus celebrities—Mark Freier, Rick Scheibe, Kurt Lueneburg —A full-size statue of Catherine Winkworth in the vestibule-Don Pieper -A reserved smoking section-Dean Lindemann -A centralized vacuum cleaning systemMudwhuppy -Turnstyles at the door to get an accurate count of sellout crowds—Tom Behnke —How about converting the whole thing into a girls’ dormitory?-Kurt Lueneberg The second pressing dilemma that popped up was a little more complicated. It has been the custom for many years for the top two students in the senior class to give orations dur­ ing the graduation service. This has been some-

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what complicated this year in that there will be four seniors who have cumulative grade point averages of 4.0. (If you don’t believe me, go ask Orv for their transcripts.) I’m sure that Joel Fredrich, Glenn Schwanke, Tom Nass, and Don Pieper would strenuously object to being iden­ tified as the four students, so I won’t mention their names. At any rate, some plan had to be devised as to what could be done in this case.

Tradition demands only two speeches, and so far none of the four has volunteered to bow out of contention. Here are some of the ideas that popped up: -A speed reading competition, using un­ pointed Hebrew text. The first two to finish the Torah would give the speeches.

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-A fight to the death (until two remain, of course).

-An ordeal by fire on the Northwestern College Athletic field.

-A cross-country race beginning sym­ bolically in Mequon with the first two arrivals to give the speeches.

—A compilation of the number of semester hours spent studying Classical Greek.

Several alternate suggestions were offered.

One was to let all four of these deserving lads give their speeches, but two at a time. Another suggestion was to have them perform as a bar­ bershop quartet while the diplomas are being distributed.

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Northwestern College has never really changed much. Externals, customs, styles, yes. But not the basics. I offer, as a case in point, evidence found in Volume 37 of the B & R, 1933-34.

America was just beginning to clamber out of that deep ditch we now so casually call the Great Depression. The salad days of the Roar­ ing Twenties were history, obscured by dark years of want and cold. America was a much sterner place than the opulent decade before could have predicted. Into this setting project Northwestern College.

Though its enrollment reflected the spare­ ness of the times, down by 100 students from its heyday in 1935, the tenor of life at NWC seemed more hopeful than the world around it, at least judging from the Black and Red. Hope­ ful, but not effusively happy, and certainly not giddy. Volume 37 was edited, almost predictably, by Carleton Toppe, a man who, even

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sober scholarship, student involvement, and a responsible and realistic attitude toward the school is reflected in his infrequent but interest­ ing essays.

Editor Toppe’s initial plea for cooperation and contribution to the magazine, the B & R editor’s traditional opening move, sounds strikingly current. Many of today's NWC stu314

dents will cringe under the terse indictment, “Hell is paved with good intentions to write articles.” (The conspicuous absence of the Nostalgia column in the past several issues corroborates that statement.) He seemed to get a certain degree of the cooperation he asked for, but the pages of that issue, too, are laced with a heavy dose of the schlock that “shouldn’t grace the pages of our fair volume,” as has always been the case with the Black and Red. Esoteric tidbits of news and campus humor sound corny or even ridiculous to us outsiders; alumni notes, Sem notes, athletic scores all found their way into the magazine, and are duly informative, but boring; short stories are predictable; polemics directed at “outrages” committed against the students are fiery and shallow; suggestions for improve­ ments, revisions, reforms were frequent and doubtlessly ineffective—1933 had its own Concerned Student.

But a number of things caught my atten­ tion. One was a conservative reaction against the decadent musical form that had emerged in the America of the twenties—jazz. The essayist, a strongly opinionated Junior whom we now know best as the august President of Doctor Martin Luther College, brings damning evidence to support his claim that jazz was less than an art form, to say the least. Quoting a noted European choir master, Conrad Frey wrote, “Jazz is at the bottom, the music of savages, calculated in itself to soften the moral fiber; its inevitable result is utter demoraliza­ tion.” And the indignant student added, “If the younger generation would be honest, it surely would have to say that the melody in jazz is not what attracts it. It is, to be sure, nothing but the sensual rhythm. It is impossible to make yourself believe that jazz is music.”

Shades of rock-’n-roll commentary a genera­ tion later.

Another interesting item was a critical look at current student opinion, written by the editor. But for a few changes in style (which, sadly, hasn't changed that much among NWC students), and several archaisms, it could have been written last week, if anyone had taken his own critical look at Northwestern’s attitude.

Toppe called it “An Uncritical Credo,” and parts of it are here reproduced: It is believed by many of us that: The whole-hearted support of the

student-body will win any game.

The degree of one’s popularity is a very certain indication of his worth.

In cases of controversy, the faculty is always wrong.

“Bumming” breakfast is a manly virtue.

Profanity is virile.

Cynicism and skepticism provide the only correct approach to a subject.

A studious person is an intolerable bore as a companion.

Liberty to do as one pleases must be a glorious privilege.

Indifference implies superiority.

To ask the professor more questions than the average student does (who asks but two or three a year) implies either as abysmal lack of understanding and com­ prehension, or represents a base attempt to curry favor.

Cheating on examinations is scarcely to be considered an impropriety.

This is the worst of possible colleges.

I will heave a sigh of relief when I graduate.

For his final article of the volume, Editor Toppe chose to share some of the knowledge he gained as a result of his office. Entitled “Editorial Gleanings,” the essay offers various practical suggestions to those who would take pen in hand in a literary effort. Some of his hints: Have a firm grasp on your subject matter, outline unfailingly, rework and revise your manuscript, don’t “fall in love” with your own work, but most of all, “don’t sulk and pout if no one commends you for your ability.

Remember, if yoq accomplish something really worthwhile, the world will beat a path to your door, however remote it is.” His sug­ gestions are just as helpful and just as applicable today as they were in 1933.

It doesn’t take much imagination to see parallels between the Northwestern of a by­ gone era, and Northwestern today. In spite of hearing old timers tell about how it was way back when, and in spite of the fact that many of today’s students will tell the same kinds of stories about NWC ‘‘back in 1977,” contrasts are greatly outnumbered by similarities. By all indications Northwestern is destined to remain a rock amid the swirling seas of world modula­ tion. Some things never change.

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t is no secret that in the past few years the game of tennis lias enjoyed a great upsurge in popularity. More and more Americans each year, from Johnny Carson to Snoopy, are dis­ covering just how much fun it is to chase around on a rectangle of hot asphalt pavement for an hour or so, swatting yellow spheres back and forth over a piece of fishnet. Con­ sequently, when the B i£ R editor suggested that I submit an article on the subject of tennis, I consented. German poetry and Semitic phon­ ology may still be the first loves of the average NWC student, but in my opinion tennis may also have some appeal.

My first notion was to write an article drawn from personal experience. The “Drama in Real Life” featured monthly in Readers' Digest has always fascinated me. Just a few examples would be: “The Day I Swallowed My Opponent’s Overhead Smash,” or “The Day I Broke My Kneecap in Five Places with my Followthrough,” or even, “The Day I Knocked My Doubles Partner Unconscious with an Errant Serve.”

First and foremost, however, tennis is a participant sport. Real enjoyment in tennis comes not from empathizing with Jimmy Conners or Chris Evert, but rather in feeling the racket in one’s own hand! For this reason, I decided that any ink spilled over tennis might best be used for suggestions to help out the average tennis player. Certainly, I could never claim to be any sort of an expert in tennis.

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styles, I have taken note of a number of dif­ ferent techniques and gimmicks which have proved effective but are usually overlooked by tennis manuals. I shall try to catalogue several of these “unwritten rules” with the hope that they may prove helpful for you in your effort to gain the goal of every tennis enthusiastV1CTORY AT ALL COSTS. 1. Always come 10-15 minutes late for a scheduled match.

This at first may strike you as a very odd suggestion. You must always remember that tennis is a game of psych; it is just as much a mental contest as a physical contest. By mak­ ing your opponent wait, you actually gain a very definite psychological advantage. Such action implies that you are the dominant personality, because you will play only when you are ready. You are the one who is going out o{your way to play.

2. When you arrive, assume an air of superiority.

From the start, you should try to project the image of a person who knows everything possible about court etiquette. Be upset if the net is 1 /8” too high or low, and spend at least five minutes trying to correct it. If you think it beneficial, take the time to remove a dead fly from the court. Argue that it might interfere with your play. All in all, your “know-it-all” attitude can help create a healthy feeling of inferiority in your opponent.

3. Use the warmup period for your advantage.

The warmup period is the first chance your opponent has to evaluate your ability and in

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tennis, just as in everything else, First impres­ sions are important. One effective way to in­ troduce him to your style is to rocket the First 10 to 20 volleys back with all the velocity you can muster, regardless of whether they go in or out. Such a barrage immediately puts your opponent on the defensive and helps to instill in him the impression that he is competing against a very powerful player.

4. Always be as laconic and tight-lipped as possible.

It is an important fact to remember that a tennis match is more like a medieval joust than a cocktail party. Why make conversation? A good principle to follow is to speak only when you want to complain about something. Tell your opponent how much the wind is affect­ ing your game, or if it’s a particularly frustrat­ ing day, tell him that you think your $40 gut strings must have come from an old cat. Any­ thing beyond such statements, however, only serves to degenerate the battle and to help put your opponent at case.

5. Never compliment your opponent.

Admittedly, from time to time your opponent may get lucky and pass you with a fine cross-court shot or with a lob beyond your reach. Does it make sense to reinforce such be­ havior, though? Rather than uttering a compli­ ment in such a situation, flash a little smile of disbelief. Make it clear to your opponent that you realize what a fluke it was. If you feel especially sardonic, you might even retort, “Surprised yourself with that one, didn’t you?”

6. Contest all debatable line calls.

You should never be afraid to verbalize your disgust with a close line call your opponent makes, especially if it is a crucial point. Don’t hesitate to point out exactly where the ball hit (i.e., where it was supposed to hit), and then don’t hesitate to ask him if he’s had his eyes checked recently. Occasion­ ally, you might gawk at the line in silence for a moment with the same expression that a Five-year-old has when his favorite toy is swiped. Try to make your opponent fqel un­ sure of his own judgment.

7. Give yourself a break with your own line calls.

Many people have the mistaken idea that they should be charitable to their opponent when calling his shots in or out. What is the logic in this? What sheepshead player in his right mind would ever dream of smearing to

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8. Capitalize on the overhead smash.

The overhead smash has always been the most spectacular shot in tennis. Today one could say that it is also the most misunder­ stood. Most players arc content to blow the ball past their opponent with the overhead smash when in reality they could be gunning for bigger game. Instead of wasting your smashes over the back fence, consider how effective it would be to aim them right at your opponent! Take aim, fellows!! Think of how unsettling it could be to have a tennis ball drilled into your stomach, or even into your mouth! It is possible with one shot to shift the momentum of an entire match, especially if your opponent is crippled, blinded, or in some other way immobilized by it. Besides, this can become a very enjoyable aspect of the game.

After considerable practice you may try pin­ pointing your smashes on a specific area of his body. The mouth lias traditionally been selected as the ideal target, and for a good reason.

If struck in the mouth, your opponent very likely won’t be able to disrupt the people play­ ing on the court next to yours with screams of

agony. Such respect for neighbors, of course, is important, since tennis is “the gentlemen's game.”

9 Break your opponent’s concentration with a temper tantrum.

Even when religiously following these sug­ gestions, you may find yourself behind in a set, say 4-2, and it may be necessary for you to do something drastic. This is the most expedient time for you to work in a display of anger.

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the temper tantrum because it is a very per­ sonal and individual thing. It is a chance for one to show his creativity and originality on the court. If you’re a friend of your opponent, you might wish simply to fling your racket from the baseline into the net. If you’re feel­ ing more hostile, you will want to give the appearance that you’re flinging your racket into the net when you’re actually directing it at his head! Or, if you’re wealthy, you might simply smash your racket to bits on the net post. Whatever avenue you take, do your best to upset your opponent’s momentum and to ruin his concentration.

10. Always fake a pulled groin muscle to avoid certain defeat.

If you still find yourself on the road to defeat after temper outbursts, don’t despair!

Always remember there is still a final alterna­ tive for the person who, for example, finds himself behind 5-0 in the third set. This is the infamous pulled groin muscle routine. Serious­ ly, why should you continue if there is no realistic hope of victory? A feigned pulled groin muscle has spared many a thespian the humility of defeat. Besides, who is going to question you if you can put on a convincing demonstration of such an injury?

11. In victory, be as arrogant as possible.

The correct response to victory comes spontaneously to the intelligent player. Take another step up on the ladder of your self­ esteem and blow up the balloon of your ego even larger! After all, YOU DESERVE IT! In­ stead of showing any trace of humbleness or modesty, you should make it seem as though you knew from the outset what the outcome would be, and that it was just a matter of how long it would take for your opponent to suc­ cumb. As you strut off the court with tail feathers high in the air, make it seem approp­ riate for him to ask you for a lesson or two, if, of course, you have the time.

12. In defeat, never admit that you were beaten by a better player.

Though there should be no need to include this suggestion, it is always best to be prepared if by some freak accident you do lose. In de­ feat, it is imperative never to confess that it was the solid play of your opponent which determined the outcome. Rather, you should attribute your loss entirely to your "bad day.”

Here it may be necessary to fall back upon

some pre-rehearscd, well-oiled excuses. Tell him, “I played so poorly today that my arth­ ritic grandmother could have beaten me!” or perhaps. “I haven't played this poorly since Bobby Riggs was a teenager!”

In conclusion, one must realize that most tennis manuals are defective in that they ignore many of the most effective tennis tactics available. Perhaps there is a good reason for this. What tennis pro is going to divulge his best

secrets to someone against whom he might compete someday? The average tennis player should recognize that there is “more than meets the eye” in tennis. There are scores of subtle ploys and stratagems, besides a hidden undercurrent of psychological combat. My hope is that this list of suggestions may help make you a winner on the court-assuming, of course, that you are able to find someone willing to play against you.

THOMAS NASS

Sports a re you listening? I Hope so, because if you **are inattentive, you may miss out on some­ thing more meaningful than the winner of the 1977 Miss America Pageant. That's right: the answers to the quiz presented in your dog­ eared, well-used issue No. 6, (count ’em) Vol­ ume 80 (boy, that’s a long time) of the Black and Red. 1. What is the procedure if a player who has committed his or her fifth per­ sonal foul continues to play because the scorers have failed to notify the of­ ficial? As soon as scorers discover the irregularity, they should sound the horn after (or as soon as) the ball is in control of the offending team or is dead. The disqualified player must be removed immediately. Any points which may have been scored while such player was illegally in the game are counted.

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2. Is it traveling if a player falls to the floor while holding the ball? No, unless he or she makes progress by sliding.

3. If the ball is in flight during A's try for a field goal when time for the period expires, and if the ball is sub­ sequently touched, does the goal count if made? No. The ball becomes dead when touched in flight during the try.

If it is basket interference by B. two

points are awarded to A. 4. Two free throws are awarded to A, and before time is in, one free throw is awarded to B. What is the correct procedure? Jump ball at center after the third free throw.

5. What is kicking the ball? Kicking the ball is striking it intentionally with the knee or any part of the leg or foot below the knee. It is a funda­ mental of basketball that the ball must be played with the hands.

Before we settle down to the main course, there is a side order of basketball news. Despite the thousands of letters—with which I have stuffed my new sleeping bag-despcrately re­ questing stories about the Bucks, not to men­ tion Dr. J and “Junior” Ulysses Bridgeman, I’ve decided to ignore everyone else’s gardenparty wishes and suit myself. Pursuing now, as expected, a boulevard rarely frequented, I must caution one and all to take Sominex before or prune juice after this reading, in the hope that no lasting evils may ensue.

Calvin Coolidge felt that “when people are bewildered they tend to become credulous.”

P. T. Barnum didn’t pile it so deeply; his com­ ment was, “There's a sucker born every min­ ute.” Well, there are those of us on campus who fail to distinguish clearly between intra-

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mural football, soccer and basketball. It’s true one can’t rely on the different rules; we don’t have any rules. And there’s no tip-off from the referees; two unwilling, fun-loving chaps with the patience of Job undertake the disentangling of spurs in each season. One might think we are avoiding the obvious dis­ tinction -the equipment and in particular the ball each activity insists on. Ah, but there the rub isn’t; and the fly just dumb out of the ointment and Hew over the moon to peck on some green cheese. When one considers how many times our footballs are jolted by the live current (5000 volts) running through the Iron Curtain, how often our soccer plums mash spiders on the dome of our auditorium and how hard sonic dudes throw their basket­ balls out of bounds, little wonder is there that any of these ill-shaped orbs could be placed in the foosball machine without even Tom Behnkc winking twice.

This study of intramural basketball is being done in the hope that the aura of Dan Metz­ ger’s favorite pastime will forever retain its lofty ranking in our hearts and breasts: Doug Lange; Coach and former playcruntil he kicked in three rows of bleachers, which necessitated knee surgery. Sets a pick as well as anyone in the league, but rarely com­ mits a foul. Has found his home as scorekeeper.

Spud: One of our most versatile competi­ tors; a threat to score from anywhere on the floor. In a slug-out with the POETS, Spud re­ marked, “I don't know what they were com­ plaining about. As far as I could see they wanted to drive the lane, but they weren't willing to pay the consequences.” If anyone has their doubts about his stellar defensive play, cf. Joe Leyrer.

Jim Kiefer: Nicknamed “Windex” by team­ mates because of his rebounding abilities; knows when to shoot and plays solid defense.

Hasn’t wasted a foul since his Frosh year.

Jim Proeber: Jim never says much—l\e leads By his example. Gets good rebounding posi­ tion and has a fine touch from the outside.

Coach Lange noted: “As Proeber goes, so goes our team. Every now and then we have to make him push himself harder. When Jim takes his cuts to sing songs, our team suffers."

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Terry Balogh: NWC’s version ot breddy O’Neal. Prefers to pass up shooting in order to work it around for a better shot. Surprised even the experts with his overall play and his knack for being in the right place at the right time.

Alan Sorum: Unselfish and team-oriented player. Very coachable. The only problem is that the game sometimes resembles grappling more than anything else. What difference docs that make? Everyone has to do his own thing.

Rocky; One of the most effective players on the court when not at work. Just having him out there gives everyone a little extra con­ fidence. Gets the job done offensively-can shoot outside or penetrate for an easy shot.

Key to our fast break.

Lee Punke; Has one thing in common with Bob Dandridge; he likes to argue with referees.

Likes to shoot, but team is better off when he passes. Likes to play aggressive defense, but has to learn to stay in position.

When all was said and did and done, our team captured consolation honors in the tough league. For the record, Mark Schroeder’s team handed the POETS only their second loss of the year as they captured shirts. In the other league Steve Schlicht’s 20-foot jump shot led the Russian Bears to a one-point victory over Tatge and Stem’s team. Dan Kuehl and Schlicht were voted Rookie of the Year awards in their respective leagues.

And let us not forget that a month ago, a few K's got together for a free throw shooting contest. Kelm, Norval Kock, Kuehl, and Krieger made the finals of this prestigious tournament, and Krieger won by shooting jump shots. By the way, Fred, the IM Board of Control has passed a by-law which makes jump shots illegal in a tourney of this type as of 1978. In addition, dorm tourneys are under­ way. Mike Loescher went undefeated to repeat as Ping Pong champ. Serwe is holding up eribbage, but little else Pool is in gear, but there’s a marked shortage of lifeguards. Sheepshead and chess are still in the formative stages.

Foosball is also up for grabs, but Joel “Hawker” Leyrer has already clinched the joke-telling contest. Due to his urgent pleas we've decided

to include a few of his gems here: In a letter published by Stars and Stripes in 1944: I do not see how the destruction of Hitler will eliminate this myth about the Master Race-we still have those Texans to deal with!

A tourist was admiring a necklace being made by a Texas native. “Beauti­ ful," she said. “What is it made of?”

“Alligator teeth," said the Texan.

“Oh," said the visitor. “I suppose they have the same value to you that pearls have to me." “Not quite," said the Texan. “You see, ANYBODY can open an oyster!"

This was a building year for our wrestling team. Six of the nine members were Frosh, and yet the team managed to win four meets and tie one. Coach Pieper cited the dedication and leadership of Dave Putz as a big aid to the Frosh contingent. Personal records are below:

Tim Biebert Greg Kellie Steve Olson Greg Dorn John Beck Dave Peters Dave Putz Alan Sorum Jerry Ewings

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LOSSES

5 3 9 8 13 1 14 9 13

19 19 11 14 13 14 10 13 10

TIES 0 0 0 2 0 0 2 0 0

Way back in January, the Trojans got into a shoot-out with Gateway Tech. The duel be­ tween McKenney and Pecsi was a draw, but McKenney received more support this time than Pecsi. McKenney’s hot shooting continued in the Winter Carnival game against MBBC. The Trojans worked well together, and, ad­ mittedly, the Crusaders have enjoyed better days. In their third consecutive home appear­ ance, the Trojans received little opposition from St. Francis DeSales. But there are a few names worth remembering—how about Dino Silvestrini? or Mark Skaja? Try saying that pair after burning your tongue on roast beef and beans.

Against Blackhawk Tech, the Trojans dis­ played a well-balanced attack. This was due, in part at least, to the fine work of trainer Dennis Belter, who recently returned a lucrative offer

from Walter Reed Memorial Hospital. On February 8 Concordia of Milwaukee used their home court advantage well. This was one of those contests where everyone saw part of the action. A few days later the Trojans came up against Madison Edgewood but just couldn’t seem to get untracked. The Eagles’ tight de­ fense and high percentage shooting were the key in this one. All of the Trojans’ sweet mem­ ories of Valentine's Day lingered on after a close game with Cardinal Stritch. 1 would challenge you with a few more names, but my typewriter has absolutely refused to work over­ time. The offense was in high gear as the Tro­ jans raced up to Fond du Lac to do battle with Marian College. Although Marian is known for its nurses, this day their defense was as porous as a ten-year-old sponge, which has spent all of its life fleeing from hammerhead sharks.

After their season finale the Trojans tallied up the pluses and minuses and figured that, all things considered, second place in the WCIC was about right. Over the course of the season the Trojans pretty well broke even with their opponents in just about every category.

McKenney led the team in most of the offen­ sive categories and Zell's rebounding was a definite plus. Furthermore, Coach Thompson’s forces will all be returning next year, and their efforts this year will not have gone in vain.

After experts had analyzed the season, they chose their all conference team. Here are the best players in the WCIC in '77: Dave Pecsi of Gateway Tech; Mark Lowry and Jeff Kaul of Madison Edgewood; Marvin Clark of Cardi­ nal Stritch; and, naturally, Bruce McKenney of NWC. Paul Zell was awarded second-team honors, and Dennis Himm received honorable mention. Significantly, McKenney was also voted the most valuable player in the con­ ference for the ’76-’77 season.

Scoring averages: Beck Becker Himm Janke Lindloff McKenney Mueller Schlomer Schmelzer Unke 222

8.2 0.0 5.2 7.5 3.0 20.8 9.4 1.2 4.1 3.0

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Team shooting %: FG .386

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Before we sign out and slip away into Dreamland, there is one late-breaking story of great impact. In a game played on a neutral court, the best of the class of ’77 (in 71 days)

had things their way in a bone-crunching con­ test with some guys who used to (be able to) play basketball. I won’t tell you the score, but one thing is certain-Coach Thompson was pretty happy afterwards. As we departed from Mequon, the words echoed across the hills and the lagoons: “We’re No. 1 in the synod!”

Yes, one finds many people who carry owls to Athens.

LEE PUNKE

AluMNi rphe winter of '76-77. It will long be remem-L bered as one of the harshest winters of the century. Cold Arctic air swept down upon the U.S., engulfing it in below-normal temperatures for days on end. With the cold came other problems. A large portion of Florida’s citrus crop was lost to frost; water mains in some cities froze up; and, of course, there was the fuel shortage. Homeowners in the regions sub­ jected to the severe cold lived in constant fear of running out of fuel. In fact, the situation grew so’severe that certain states had to declare states of emergency. Businesses and schools closed down, and everyone was encouraged to turn thermostats down. Yes, the winter of 76-77 was filled with hardship and shortages; so perhaps it is only natural that the Black and Red would also have its problems and shortages.

First there was Mark Schroeder with his creative block, no doubt brought on by severe­ ly benumbed brain cells. Then, the impossible happened. The bastion of the Black and Red, this Alumni Column, did not appear in last month’s issue. Why? Was it because I had taxed my creative faculties to the limit and there­ fore needed a respite? No, believe it or not, creativity isn't the prime prerequisite for the editor of this column. Rather, I,’ too, was the victim of a shortage, a shortage of information.

Evidently the cold winter months had put a damper on Synod activity, causing everyone just to wait patiently for spring. But now, since it seems that spring is once again stirring, cards and letters are pouring in on all sides, telling of a renewed Hurry of activity among NWC 223

graduates. Therefore it appears that this shortage is over; the Alumni column is back in business.

CALLS -Rev. Gene Durfey (’69), who formerly served Glory, DeSoto, TX, was installed at Calvary, Dallas, TX, on February 27, 1977.

-Rev. Richard Kugler (’68), who formerly served Zion, Valentine, NE, was installed at Grace, Yorba Linda, CA, on February 4, 1977.

-Rev. James Phillips (’68), was installed at Messiah, Milwaukee, WI, on January 16, 1977.

Rev. Phillips formerly served Zion, Fort Morgan. CO. -Rev. Arnold Ruddat (’66), was installed at Friedens Chapel, New. Prague, MN,on Febru­ ary 20, 1977. Rev. Ruddat formerly served Christ, Holland, MI. -Rev. Paul Seiltz (’62), who formerly served St. Luke’s of Jackson, MI, has accepted a call to Egg Harbor and Bailey’s Harbor, WI. -Rev. Leroy Lothert (’51), who formerly served Peace, Owensville, WI, and New Mission, Columbia, WI, was installed as pastor of Courtland Ev. Lutheran Church, Courtland, and Zion, rural New Ulm, MN, on January 2, 1977.

-Rev. John Engel (’55), who formerly served as District Missionary of the DakotaMontana District and Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, was installed at Mountain View, Great Falls, MT, on February 6, 1977.

-Rev. Robert Bitter (’64), has accepted a

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call to St. John’s, Saginaw, MI. Rev. Bitter formerly served St. Paul’s, Moline, IL. -Rev. David Rutschow (’66), who former­ ly served Beautiful Savior, Marquette Heights, IL, was installed at Good Shepherd, Downers Grove, IL, on March 6, 1977.

-Rev. Mark Lenz (’65), has accepted a call to Bethlehem, Urbana, IL. Rev. Lenz formerly served as an instructor at St. Croix Lutheran High School, West St. Paul, MN. -Rev. Milton Burk (’45), who formerly served Prince of Peace, Yucaipa, CA, was in­ stalled as principal of California Lutheran High School on January 1, 1977.

ANNIVERSARIES -Rev. Fritz Miller (’29), who currently serves First Lutheran, LaCrosse, WI, observed the 45th anniversary of his ministry on Febru­ ary 13, 1977.

—Mt. Olive of Detroit, MI, will observe its 50th anniversary on April 24, 1977. The con­ gregation is served by Rev. Edwin Frey (’39).

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-Rock of Ages, Nashville, TN, dedicated a new church on October 31, 1976. The congre­ gation is served by Rev. Joel Schroeder (’71).

-Living Word, Mission Viejo, CA, dedi­ cated a new church on November 14, 1976.

The congregation is served by Rev. Allen Beyersdorf (’69).

-Prince of Peace, of Salt Lake City, UT, was rededicated on February 13, 1977. (The church had been badly damaged by fire just three days after it was originally dedicated, May 16, 1976.) Rev. William Goehring (’63), serves the congregation, and guest preacher for the rededication was President Oscar J. Naumann (’31).

Miller on March 4, 1977. Rev. Miller (’71), currently serves St. Peter’s, Indian Creek, WI. —A son, Alan James, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Larry Nast on December 31, 1976.

Rev. Nast (’70), currently serves Faith, Huron, SD. -A son, Joshua Stephen, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Terry Yahr on December 12, 1976. Rev. Yahr (’72), currently serves Redeemer, Hettinger, ND. —A son, David Paul, was born to Rev. and Mrs. Forrest Bivens on December 27, 1976.

Rev. Bivens (’67), currently serves Mt. Cal­ vary, San Jose, CA. -A son, Jon Carl, was born to Rev. and Mrs. Brian Terrell on June 16, 1976. Rev. Terrell (’70), currently serves Hope, Fremont, CA. -A daughter, Stacey Lynn, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Philip Zarling on November 17, 1976. Rev. Zarling (’66), currently serves St. John’s, Rising City, NE, and St. Paul’s, Columbus, NE. -A son, Benjamin Edward, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Darrick Koltcrjahn on Decem­ ber 17, 1976. Rev. Kolterjahn (’71), currently serves St. Paul, Naper, NE. —A daughter, Marci Diane, was born to Pastor and Mrs. David Haberkorn on January 19, 1977. Rev. Haberkorn (’70), currently serves Grace, Burke, SD; Peace, Carlock, SD; and St. John, Herrick, SD. RETIREMENT -Rev. Frederic Zarling (’01), will retire on July 1, 1977. Pastor Zarling currently serves St. John’s, Appleton, WI. DEATH

NEW SCHOOL

-Pastor Erdmann Pankow (’21), was called to his eternal rest on January 23, 1977.

Funeral services were held at Waterloo on January 26.

-Beautiful Savior, Cincinnati, OH, is open­ ing a school in fall. The congregation is served

by Rev. D. Koeplin (’68).

RADIO SERVICE -A radio service called “Grace” was started

by Rev. Paul Reede (’72), of Grace, Seward, NE. The program is heard each Sunday from 12:30-12:45 on KSRD (97FM) in Seward, NE.

BIRTHS —A son was born to Pastor and Mrs. David '

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COMPLIMENTS OF

-Philip W. Koehler (’42), was recently elected president of the American Public Works Association, Hawaii chapter, for 1977. In addition to this, he also serves on the execu­ tive committees of several national associations, such as Campus Safety and Physical Plant Ad­ ministrators. He also is host chairman for the 24th annual National Conference of The Campus Safety Association which will be held on the Campus of the University of Hawaii, June 9-16, 1977.

Mr. Koehler is presently employed as Director, Facilities Management, University of Hawaii, a position he has held for the past eleven years.

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DES ANTONIUS VON PADUA FISCHPREDIGT Antonius zur Predigt die Kirche find’t ledig Er geht zu den Fluessen und predigt den Fischen Sie schlag’n mit den Schwaenzen, im Sonnenschein glaenzen Die Karpfen mit Rogen sind all hierher zogen.

Hab’n die Maeuler aufrissen, sich Zuhoer’ns beflissen Kein Predigt niemalen den Fischen so g’fallen.

Spitzgoschete Hechte, die immerzu fechten Sind eilends herschwommen, zu hoeren den Frommen.

Auch jene Phantasten, die immerzu fasten: Die Stockfisch’ ich meine, zur Predigt erscheinen!

Kein Predigt niemalen den Stockfisch’ so g’fallen.

Gut Aale und Hausen, die Vornehme schmausen, Die selbst sich bequemen die Predigt vernehmen.

Auch Krebse, Schildkrote, sonst langsame Boten Steigen eilig vom Grund, zu hoeren diesen Mund.

Kein Predigt niemalen den Krebsen so g’fallen.

Fisch’ grosse, Fisch’ kleine, vornehm’ und gemeine Erheben die Koepfe wie verstaend’ge Geschoepfe.

Auf Gottes Begehren die Predigt anhoeren.

Die Predigt geendet ein jeder sich wendet Die Hechte bleiben Diebe, die Aale viel lieben: Die Predigt hat g’fallen, sie bleiben wie alien; Die Krebs’ geh’n zuruecke, die Stockfisch’ bleiben dicke Die Karpfen viel fressen, die Predigt vergessen Die Predigt hat g’fallen, sie bleiben wie alien.

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The context for the novel is Thomas Wolfe’s own life from 1900 through 1920, the first half of his thirty-eight years. He appears as the character Eugene Gant, along with thinly disguised representations of his family and acquaintances. Wolfe describes how young Eugene’s literary talent was nurtured at a small private school in his native Asheville, North Carolina, and molded by the lushly vegetated mountains which wall the city. The hazy blue mountains haunt the entire book in mood and imagery, alternately oppressing and stimu­ lating.

Eugene’s education led him on the march of the ten thousand with Xenophon, on the travels of Herodotus, across the heaths of Shakespeare, to the state university by his sixteenth year. There he continued to study English, Greek, and Latin. Students of languages may identify closely with Eugene, in that he worked hard at his Latin each evening and would always prepare a smooth translation for the next day. He tells how he was the only student in his class who didn’t depend on a prepared translation, or “pony,” in their term­ inology. But he was ridiculed daily by his professor, who assumed, mirabile dictu, that the flawless recitation indicated pony riding.

Eugene, furious and exasperated, forsaking his attempts to clear himself in the professor’s eyes, bought a copy of the translation used by the class. “Thereafter, when he read, faltering prettily here and there over a phrase, until his instructor should come to his aid, the satanic professor listened gravely and attentively, nodding his head in approval from time to time,

and saying, with great satisfaction, when he had finished: ‘Good, Mr. Gant. Very good.

That shows what a little real work will do.’”

Wolfe’s humor is, for the most part, black.

Especially in Eugene’s early years the humor is born of shaking the edifices of his naive adolescent idealism. Eugene competed for, and won, a medal in honor of the best essay com­ memorating Shakespeare’s tercentenary in 1916. In the heat of composition Eugene had torn a portrait of the bard from a magazine and nailed it to his wall, scrawling below it “in large trembling letters” Ben Jonson’s paean: “My Shakespeare, rise!” Unfortunately the rest of his family soon discovered it, and “there­ after, he was called poetically to table, to the telephone, to go on an errand: ‘My Shake­ speare, rise!’ With red resentful face, he rose.”

The bright segments of the novel are those where Wolfe applies his descriptive powers to evoke nature's sensuousness. Wolfe’s mountain breeding renders the nature imagery inevitable.

He crowds his pages with rich passages from the beginning of the book to the end. The cycle of seasons, punctuated by Spring, provides one of the novel’s few structurally unifying elements.

The plum-tree, black and brittle, rocks stiffly in winter wind. Her million little twigs are frozen in spears of ice. But in the Spring, lithe and heavy, she will bend under her great load of fruit and blossoms. She will grow young again. Red plums will ripen, will be shaken desperately upon the tiny stems. They will fall bursted on the loamy warm wet earth; when the wind blows in the orchard the air will be filled with dropping plums; the night will be filled with the sound of their dropping, and a great tree of birds will sing, burgeoning, blossoming richly, filling the air also with continued on page 237

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Parting Thoughts

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The Master Builder

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Index to Vol. 80

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FOR AN €V€NING t was the last run of the day for Austin Parks. Clutching the brake stick, he glided the rustic cable car to a halt at Union Square.

From here other operators would begin their shift, catering to thousands of tourists and native San Franciscans. The cable car system remained a romantic link with the past, albeit tarnished by blue-jeaned sight-seers and picturepostcard charm shops.

Austin had been working here for three years now. The sights, sounds, and smells of San Francisco were contagious; perhaps no­ where else could Austin be so comfortably alone. The cable car job had been gravy, a suitable alternative for the tiring free-spirit.

Many of the men employed here had come from the same background: homeless, search­ ing, a metaphor of the San Franciso life-style.

Seven-to-three friends, each retained an aloof­ ness which accompanied them home after work.

The sun shone brightly and the air was softly warm as Austin pressed his way through the square. Tired but alert, he grimaced and smiled his way through the throng of visitors, attempting to snare the flavor that had been his day-in and day-out experience now, for three years. Turning down Geary, he walked briskly toward the YMCA, his home. It was a oneroom mistake overlooking the heights and depths of human civilization. Directly beneath lay Turk and Eddy streets, half-brothers to the wanton lechery of Broadway. Further ahead stood the massive TransAmerica building and the art centers. But Austin rarely defined these anymore; the collage was his environment.

Austin nodded at the clerk, striding across the elevator which would take him to floor nine. He fumbled through his pockets and pro­ duced the room key, entering to remove his transit vest and relax with a shower. The room always had an unsettling effect on Austin.

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Leslie Phillips worked as a waitress at the Holiday Inn on California Street six blocks away. She had lived in a small-town com­ munity with her parents until she was twentyfive. It was her fourth month in Frisco. Attrac­ tive, but not beautiful, Leslie took meticulous care of her appearance. Leslie was an available girl, but she religiously avoided intimate re­ lationships, preferring to return home alone at evening’s end.

After lounging in bed on her day off, she arose determined to make use of the evening left to her. Her job had not been fulfilling, but the monetary reward was satisfactory enough to allow her money for her daily desires.

Showering, grooming, preening, her thoughts turned to dinner and the evening ahead. With a last glance at the mirror, she pirouetted to the door, assuming the gait of a worldly woman. San Francisco was a catalyst for her personality; alternately cool, sultry, joyous, and gloomy. She wore it like perfume, and tonight would be glorious.

Striding into the evening air, she looked every bit the native. With hand bag slung casually over one shoulder, she tossed her glance right and left only occasionally, unlike the snapping heads of eager tourists. Three blocks and she arrived at Union Square, junction for the cable-car system. Three opera­ tors were turning a cable car about on the turn­ table to direct it through another run. Care­ lessly she stepped through the crowd and found one of the few standing positions remaining. With a pull of the lever the cables were activated and the car began its wave of direction towards the Bay. She would dine on the Wharf tonight, and then, perhaps, stroll through Ghirardelli’s.

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This would serve, at least for now, as advance thinking. The conductor began taking fare, and two or three San Franciscans jumped off, a traditional habit. The three-or-four block free ride was as common as the fog in the city.

Leslie paid the quarter and slid into a seat just ahead of a stocky newcomer. She settled into the buzz of excitement and pulled her sweater more closely about her as the evening air began to roll in from the Bay. A cable-car passed from the opposite direc­ tion, and then another, so close that the gaping tourists were forced to lean in quickly. The car made its final breath-taking dip to the ocean, and the remaining passengers disembarked.

Leslie stepped down and skirted the crowd, deciding to dine at Alioto’s. Pressing through the carnival throng, she stepped inside the elegant restaurant and was seated near the cor­ ner, away from the windows which seemed rather like a zoo: people staring in and people staring out.

tttttft Austin Parks dressed quietly, as if someone were sleeping in the same room. Clad in leisure slacks and button-down shirt, he looked more the tourist than the native. With a glance at his all-too-often empty wallet he closed and locked the apartment door, prepared for the evening’s fate.

Out on the street Austin walked briskly, a habit developed from too many late arrivals at work. The evening air began to settle in but refreshed him as he climbed and descended the streets to the Bay. The best eating establish­ ments were on the Wharf: DiMaggio's, Alioto’s, the Franciscan. Prices were suitably high for the tourists, but acceptable to the connoisseur.

Tired from his two-mile obstacle course, Austin stopped at the Bayside market place and savored a can of readily available beer.

DiMaggio’s was overflowing. He decided re­ luctantly to dine at Alioto’s.

Slowly adjusting his eyes to the darker at­ mosphere inside the restaurant, he waited for the hostess. Only one table available, and that occupied. Austin hesitated, nodded, and followed the hostess to a corner table.

“Hi.” Leslie smiled and shifted slightly.

“Hello. Am I intruding? If you’d like ...”

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interesting.”

Austin seated himself stiffly and averted his glance. This was a rather attractive girl, and company might not be so tiresome tonight.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, thank you. I’ve got one.”

The waiter appeared and Austin ordered a cocktail, smiling at Leslie and beginning to feel more comforatble. Conversation, perhaps, would not be difficult.

“Do you live here, or are you visiting?”

“I live here now. I moved about four months ago.”

“And what was home before this?”

“Sacramento. Believe it or not, I was stay­ ing with my parents until I decided to move here.” Leslie laughed. It was a confession she had decided never to make.

“And now you’re a woman of the world?”

Austin smiled in the comfort of questions.

“No, not really. I like the life, but I’ve got too many roots to stay here forever.”

“Roots.” Austin smiled again, but the shift in control was obvious. He sat back and crossed his arms.

“My guess is that you are a native. Am I right?”

“How did you guess?”

“For one thing, you didn’t ask the prices on the clams when you sat down, and you didn’t demand a seat by the window, either.”

She smiled and shifted back, closely following his eyes for a hint of something other than small talk.

“Well, actually, I hate clams,” he confided with a grin, “and I asked for a table next to an attractive young woman.”

“Oh, really? Thanks, but I scarcely believe you. You’ll probably order clams. What do you do here in Frisco?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. I’m a cable-car operator.”

“And I’m a waitress. What’s so bad about that? You have a very romantic job.”

“It’s only a job, now. I’m not really a native, either, but three years out in the streets is like forty in the suburbs.”

“You sound disillusioned.”

“I am. Finally I’ve come to realize that there must be more to life than a job and un­ restricted liberty. You mentioned roots. I don’t have any. No responsibilities, no obliga­ tions.”

“That's what I came here for,” she said, playing with her earring.

“And I did too. But there's this hollow spot, maybe you’ve never felt it. I want to leave my mark on the world. Not just my own, but I want to help somebody, plant a tree, send kids to college, discover the fountain of youth, something like that.”

The waiter returned and took their orders.

Leslie ordered crab, Austin shrimp as an even­ ing flush of wine, excitement and nerves rose to their cheeks. Austin fidgeted, fighting the storm of rationale which exploded within him.

“I believe we were talking about the foun­ tain of youth,” Leslie resumed.

“Yes. Children, social reform, redevelop­ ment. It sounds so idealistic, so pat. But I can’t go on living for myself. It’s a shallow existence.”

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“So what are your plans, Ponce de Leon?”

She smiled warmly, compassionately. It hadn’t been said to barb him.

“That, unfortunately, is the thousanddollar question. If it were a cut-and-dried issue, you and I would be princess and lord of a totally different world.” He had implicated her in the plot. The experience would have to be shared, now. He began to feel kinship with this blonde stranger who had stirred the rivers of his discontent.

“I understand. It’s the age-old plight, the nemisis of poets and traveling salesmen. But the world’s too big, too populated. If you can carve your own little niche, you’ve succeeded.”

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“What about your job? Certainly you’re preserving a taste of the past. I ride the cables whenever I can.”

“I never do anymore when I’m off-duty.

It’s such a transient fancy, a ride at the fair.

Any moron could take my place.”

“What's so everlasting about a son, or a new free-lunch program?” Leslie asked softly, attempting to maintain the sanity of dinner conversation.

“It’s a contribution, a moralistic accom­ plishment for mutual benefit. Maybe you don’t understand. I guess I just don’t buy a lot of things, the middle-class work ethic, for example. We aren’t made to grovel like an ox with a muzzle.” Austin leaned back again, aware that the air had turned thick and sweaty.

Then, simply, “Can I buy you an after-dinner drink?”

“No, really, thank you,” she replied, “but I still don’t understand. What will live on after you? Someone else has to carry on. It’s been that way now for a number of years.” She gazed across at him affectionately and in­ quisitively.

“The idea, the thought, the contribution will evolve. We are caretakers. I don't want to undermine my role.” The catharsis of his speech left him his self-respect, and Austin no longer succumbed to the blind fury of emotion that had seized him.

Sensing an end to his quest, Leslie remained silent momentarily, brooding over Austin’s altruistic implications. San Francisco had blocked out the long-range plans, the future goals. She frowned, then smiled, recap­ turing the poise which was her pride.

“I feel as though I’ve been lying on a psychiatrist’s couch this evening,” he said.

“I’m sorry if I upset your dinner.”

“No, not at all. I’ve enjoyed the conversa­ tion. I must admit I don't remember dinner too much, but it was worth missing tonight.”

Austin felt the warmth of her expression and seized the opportunity. “Perhaps we can get together again and talk about San Francis­ co. Or maybe movies, or baseball. Something 236

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Austin produced a pen and hastily improvised a napkin for stationery. “Your number, ma’am?” ”547-3803.”

She thanked him for the evening and left the table, returning to the street. It would have been improper, she thought, to have suggested that she had the rest of the evening free. Be­ sides, she needed time to think, alone. Passing the cable-car stop, she decided to walk home.

ttttttt Ken Rudy, down on his luck, flicked the final dying ashes of his last cigarette and tossed it aside. Wtih nothing but change in his pocket, Ken felt the caged animal snarling within him.

No job would await him tomorrow morning, no woman would wash his badly soiled shirt.

Turning aside from the harsh reality of street lights, he entered Hyde Park and rested under a stately eucalyptus tree. The fragrant breeze had no effect on his want-inflamed mind. Re­ signing himself to his task, he shivered in the cold and crouched, waiting.

The blonde-haired woman approached.

Moments melted into hours as he watched.her long, self-assured strides. The handbag at her shoulder seemed bigger than life itself. Ken smiled and gleamed through the foliage, whis­ pering to himself in the breeze.

As the woman drew near, he lunged for­ ward and grabbed for her leather prize.

Shocked but reacting instantly, the woman grabbed the bag and pivoted, hoping to elude the darkness. The animal was quicker and leaped ahead. Cold blue steel found its way into the woman’s back. With a stiff, arching, groan she collapsed, liberating the prize. Ken Rudy hurried away, putting the animal back in its cage for another night.

ttttttt Austin Parks relaxed at his corner table, reflecting on the conversation he had shared.

Paying the check, he strolled past the tables and out into the night. The merchants were pulling in their wares, and Austin watched while a young man played his guitar at the street corner, still hoping for a few stray bills to fall into the hat at his feet. He winked and nodded at the man, turning to ascend the hill where he could catch a bus back to his apart­ ment.

The open window of his apartment had left the room with an icy chill, and Austin shivered as he crossed the floor to close it. Pulling the shades, he hummed to himself as he undressed in the naked surroundings. Reaching back into his pocket, he removed the napkin from Alioto’s and tossed it into the dresser drawer.

Instinctively he reached for the stem on his alarm clock. Work would begin again tomorrow at 8.00.

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cover story continued plum-dropping warm-throated bird-notes.

Loneliness pervades the chapters of Look Homeward, Angel Wolfe’s resolute probings into his isolation are relaxed only slightly by the humor, merely postponed by the descrip­ tions.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prisonpent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

If for no other reason, Thomas Wolfe is valu­ able for this: He unflinchingly portrays the lonely emptiness of life apart from God. Uniquely, he expounds no philosophies to mitigate his situation. He focuses clearly upon the face of despair and fatalistically reports the meaninglessness of his life. Few men have had the courage to ask themselves such horrifying questions unless they had an answer. “Remem­ bering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?” Wolfe as yet had no answer.

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The portrayal of isolation is intensified by its setting within the family, the very organ which should banish loneliness. The sorrow of hopeless death, too, is intensified within the family. Eugene’s (Wolfe’s) brother Ben dies late in the book, a victim of the post-World War I influenza epidemic (Eliza is his mother).

“Eugene looked up with cold dry lips to the bleak front room up­ stairs, with its ugly Victorian baywindow.

The light in the sickroom burned grayly ... .. .Eliza .. .sat near his head beside him, clutching his cold hand between her rough worn

We can believe in the nothingness of life, we can believe in the noth­ ingness of death and of life after death—but who can believe in the nothingness of Ben? O Artemidorus, farewell!”

Wolfe’s title comes from a line of Milton’s “Lycidas” which speaks tellingly: “Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.”

The novelist could offer no alternative. “O lost,” is his refrain. But such an honest expres­ sion of despair is valuable, for through Thomas Wolfe’s eyes the Christian reader views with ex­ panded realization the buried life from which he has been saved.

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a striking characteristic of economy-minded ** people is their inability to throw anything of prospective value away. Everyone who has grown up in a modest household is familiar with the shirt that was quickly outgrown by the firstborn, then passed on to two or three younger siblings, and was finally cut up for dusting cloths or a new quilt. Over the years, Northwestern College has tended to be econ­ omy-minded in much the same way—for ob­ vious reasons. Small size, philosophies unpopu­ lar to the world and human weaknesses have kept the college scrimping and saving for over 110 years now; we just can’t throw anything away.

In keeping with that tradition, today’s NWC students have, for the past month or two, been witnessing yet another updating of an old building. The move completes its meta­ morphosis from a gymnasium to an auditorium.

Although it’s still often called the old gym, the Music Auditorium (perhaps you’re more comfortable with “Arnie Hall”) wasn’t the first gymnasium on our hallowed campus. Its immediate predecessor was a frame structure,

called in its later life the Old Shack, which was located just south of the heating plant. It was apparently built for a dual purpose. College men, who were not allowed to smoke in the dormitories, had requested permission to build a suitable structure for that purpose, so they “could smoke with a good conscience and without interference.” At about this time, in 1877, a Society for Gymnastic Exercise was or­ ganized, which needed a place to put its “turn­ ing” equipment. In the spirit of Christian co­ operation the students got together and built a “Turnhalle” which doubled as a smoking room.

The 30 foot x 40 foot she'll, complete with dirt floor, was used for gymnastic exercise, and after it was lengthened by 30 feet in 1885, it served as the drill hall for the military company.

The students who constructed it could hardly have predicted that the college would one day profit from their industry as greatly as it did in 1894, In that year a disastrous fire destroyed the main campus building, the Kaffeemuehle, which contained the college’s classrooms, library, offices, chapel, and dining hall. Because the dormitory had to be appropriated for these 238

purposes, student sleeping quarters were set up in the frame gymnasium for most of the schoolyear- not the best conditions, to be sure, but adequate enough to prevent Northwestern from closing its doors.

The turn of the century brought a decline in the popularity of “turning,” and a wave of enthusiasm for a new game called basketball swept the country. The college was growing, too, and there would soon be a need for an auditorium. These considerations sparked dis­ cussion about building a more permanent and suitable gymnasium. The first serious ripples were seen in 1906, when the WELS president volunteered to drum up support among the alumni for the new building. That same year the Northwestern students themselves sub­ mitted a petition requesting a better athletic facility. Because of the feeling that such an expenditure wouldn't be in keeping with the spiritual purposes of the school, the college board didn’t have the heart to ask the Synod, which was itself facing hard times, for the money. However, the publicity that the idea received seemed to hurry along progress toward realization of the goal.

The main motivating force behind the gym­ nasium movement was a handful of enthusias­ tic alumni who, in 1907, formed a society dedicated to “keeping alive the tradition of the college,” always with a view toward its welfare.

The group, a brain child of the son of the then college president Dr. Ernst, called itself the Northwestern Club and held annual meetings in Milwaukee hotels, mostly to talk over old times and renew college friendships. When, at its third annual meeting, the Northwestern Club decided to channel its full efforts into providing the college with a new gym, plans began to take shape.

Through individual, personal appeals to alumni and friends of Northwestern, the Club collected most of the S30,000 needed to build the structure by early 1912. (Most of the donations were small amounts of money[under S251, but two larger grants totalling $7000 had started the fund on the right foot.) Ground was broken for the building on April 15, and by May 30 the cornerstone was ready to be laid.

In the time since the construction had begun, the Old Shack had been torn down, and, true to the economy ethic, most of it was re­ used to build an isolation house for the college.

Even the unsalvageable parts were used—the military company built a “fort” which they

triumphantly blew up and burned in a spectac­ ular sham battle that concluded a festive day of speeches, songs, music by the band, baseball, and cornerstone laying.

The sparkling new gymnasium was ready to be unveiled by October 20, 1912. A large delegation of Northwestern Club members moved in to Watertown for the event, a day of rousing speeches and rousing enthusiasm for the new dimension added to both the college and the community. Over 2000 people were at hand to witness the unveiling of Milwaukee sculptor Philipp Lohr's “masterpiece,” the Sprinter statue that still holds down its origi­ nal place 80 feet west of the building. This monumental piece of art was a gift of St. Matthew’s Church in Milwaukee, a lasting tribute to the Christian athlete-'Elq 61 Aoutfdveu t6 (3pa3eEov. To mark the occasion, a special souvenir “Gym Number” of the Black and Red was published by two of the ardent NW Club mem­ bers. In it they give a lengthy description of the entire gymnasium story, which stands as an accurate record, right down to a complete list of donors. A few interesting explanations are offered there. For someone who has long been wondering about the architectural style, it’s explained that “on account of its purpose the building shows battlement design.” Presum­ ably this refers to one of the gym's first chief functions, that of a military drill room. In fact, the north tower room was, at the outset. an armory.

For those who are skeptical about the wis­ dom of sticking several hundred thousand dollars' worth of improvements into a S30,000 original structure, the Gym Number assures the reader that it is “perhaps the best constructed building of any in Watertown.” Similarly, the building’s usefulness as an assembly hall is also beyond question. It was not only the largest one for many miles around, but, we are assured, “the accoustics, too, are simply per­ fectness.”

Today, after 65 glorious years of existence, the building is again gleaming in the morning sun, just as it must have when it was new. It isn’t overshadowed by the new gymnasium any longer—it has a function all its own. Economymindedness has taken an old gym and made from it a useful new tool for Northwestern, un­ doubtedly the last revision for the old gym, but a meaningful one.

TERRY LAABS

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August Otto Wilhelm Pieper—like so many good Germans, he had four names-was born in Carwitz in Pommern, Germany, in 1857. His widowed mother brought August and his three brothers, Anton, Franz, and Reinhold to Watertown. Here August attended Northwestern College, where his mother had gotten a job as cook. He graduated from Concordia Theologi­ cal Seminary in 1877 and accepted a call to Kewaunee. From there he moved to Menomonie in 1885 and in 1891 became pastor at St. Mark’s in Milwaukee. He declined a call to Northwestern, was elected to the college board in 1891, and in 1902 assumed the professor­ ship of Isagogics and Old Testament Exegesis at the seminary in Wauwatosa. He died in 1946.

He was described as the most gifted of the four brothers by a contemporary-three of the brothers, by the way, Reinhold, Franz, and August, at one time or other, headed seminary faculties. Although he often assumed a type of polemics similar to his brother Franz’s, August’s concern was primarily with opposing the pro­ gress of legalistic influences in the church, and much of his writing, therefore, was at a practi­ cal level. He was at his best when applying fundamental principles to real-life situations.

His language is often forceful; “he was neither moderate or cautious in his polemics” especially when decrying externalistic and formalistic

tendencies in his church body.

There are ample testimonies to his teaching abilities. He was a colorful personality and “would have made good in any situation, by virtue of his abundant energy and stamina.”

He wrote voluminously for the Quartalschrift and in 1919 published a brilliant exegesis of the last twenty-six verses of Isaiah.

August Pieper insisted on the necessity of self-criticism for the church, and he was a very vocal critic himself. He most often expressed concern about the danger of the Christian life becoming “a matter of form, inherited with no effort from the fathers, about to keep the shell and lose the kernel.”

Spiritual stagnation he called it in a state­ ment he read at the 1919 convention of the Wisconsin Synod. “We are spiritual mechanics, agents of pre-fabricated and assembly-line pro­ ducts. All that remains of our sermons is a rehashing of the same old, stale stuff. We add nothing new to what we once learned, the same treadworn speeches and phrases Sunday after Sunday, year in and year out. We have reached the bottom of our barrel, we find no pleasure in our own thoughts; they have long since be­ come boring to us. At that, the machine purrs smoothly, the people even compliment us, which places the final seal on our spiritual stagnation.”

It is unfortunate that most of his writings remain “buried” in the German language. He plays too conspicuous a role in Wisconsin Synod history to continue to be misnomered, the “other” Pieper.

I have condensed and translated an article of August Pieper’s that appeared in the 1906 Quartalschrift. The thought of the title struck me as particularly timely, and I believe that it will offer the reader a more expansive look at Pieper’s writing style and the way he approaches his subject.

Renewed reliance on Scripture as the source for teaching and life was one of Pieper’s emphases: “Patristic theology draws the cur­ tains of Moses over the face of the Holy Scripture so that we, satisfied with the origi240

nally acquired theological tund, really no more go to the Scriptures in original study, don’t really get to be at home in them, do not pro­ gress in knowledge, at conferences and Synod meetings only rehash the dogmatic capital brought along from school. . .and in the pulpit ride the same empty phraseology, exhaust our resources, get fed up on our own stale thoughts, and bore our audience, no less.”

Ed. Note: Quotations are taken from J. P. Koehler's History of the Wisconsin Synod.

THE STUDY OF SCRIPTURE AS THE PASTOR’S SPECIAL TASK In no calling is one less an expert at the conclusion of his apprenticeship, than in the holy ministry. Not all candidates may believe this, to be sure, but conscientious and modest young pastors recognize quite early in their ministry how much knowledge and ability they still lack to be able to function properly in their office, and this realization grows on them day by day. The three-year course of theological study could have offered them only the most essential elements of doctrine and practical knowhow. For this reason our can­ didates will never be released to their ministry without an earnest admonishment to continue studying diligently. The real pastor does not give up studying when he enters his office; no, that is when he really begins his study.

For the present, sermon preparation will probably occupy the young pastor's spare time quite fully, and as a result, he cannot get around to an organized study of other subjects. It's not that lie necessarily has to prepare in ad­ vance to be able to teach the required Bible history and catechism classes. The many duties related to his office as well as the comparative­ ly strenuous exertion that the composition of his sermon requires, will limit him for some time to careful treatment of his immediate sermon text (pericopes and texts of his own choosing). As he works out his sermon, how­ ever, the young pastor should apply himself to a review and a deeper study of dogmatics—as much as his personal desire and time permit-in order to become more confident of the exact conception of each individual doctrine and each category of doctrine and to get to be con­ fident when talking about them. Since he is still living from hand to mouth for the time 241

being as a teacher of the word, the study of dogmatics is the best shortcut to achieve the confidence in teaching that mounting the pul­ pit in the name of God demands. In his first few years the entire Held of dogmatics should be reviewed by the young pastor and become so essentially a part of him that he has at his fingertips the whole complex of doctrine and can draw-for his congregation at least—from its abundance whenever the situation requires.

It is entirely self-evident that, in addition to preparing his sermons and instruction classes and studying dogmatics, the young pastor will be studying many other subjects in his first years in the ministry, subjects which make him even more effective in the administration of his office. The theoretical study of homiletics and catcchetics is just such a subject; it causes the beginner many difficulties and requires basic study, if one is to accomplish anything worth­ while in his Praxis. The daily requirements of caring for souls will ever and again compel the young pastor to evaluate the separate aspects of pastoral care so that he himself becomes clear as to how to handle a situation and realizes why it should be handled in just this way and in no other way. To put it concisely, the daily, practical requirements of the min­ istry, for the most part, of themselves necessi­ tate basic theoretical study, unless a clumsy novice is to become a superficial bungler.

There is a twin danger present, however, for the pastor who has, in the course of time, acquired a certain degree of facility in preach­ ing and teaching. One is that he puts off study­ ing in proportion to his feeling that he has be­ come equal to his responsibilities. Instead of continuing to write new sermons on the pericopes or working at new texts, he begins to use his old, accumulated homiletical capital more and more, and now and for the rest of his life he will not venture outside the circumference of these thoughts. These are the preachers who, even in middle age, and especially when they are older, become really stodgy, uninteresting and boring, because they produce absolutely no more new thoughts, instead, they continue threshing out the same old problems in the same old phrases. Their complaint that the pews are empty and that the audience is unattentive is unjustified, because there has never yet been an audience that will listen to old and well-known material as eagerly as it will to

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new. Bombast and contrived fervor to doll up a lazy's pastor's old sermons are poor sub­ stitutes for deficiency in the new and deeper thoughts that every perceptive listener desires and rightly so. Matt, 13:52.

The other danger is that of studying and reading too much. By that I mean two things: first of all, the study of all sorts of scientific and unscientific matters which do not have even an approximate connection with the preaching ministry. A pastor really has more essential and better things to do than to be caught up in an intense study of mathematics or natural science, law, politics, technology, languages (with the exception of Biblical languages, of course), philosophy, or music.

To be sure, he is obliged to keep himself posted on all aspects of spiritual and practical life, and to have his finger on the pulse of the public life around him, to be able to take a position as witness of the truth. It is a sorry representa­ tion of his calling, however, if the pastor be­ lieves that he should promote science, art, the development of politics or social life, in short, any area of modern culture. We have our hands full just to apply the Gospel to man.

Even the theological and ecclesiastical fields are far too broad for a pastor to be able to make them the subject of an exact study as a whole, or even in a substantial part. Here also he must content himself with learning to recog­ nize and pass judgment on the most important developments in theology and the leaders in contemporary ecclesiastical life. It is taken for granted that he will keep himself accurately informed about theoretical and practical developments within the Lutheran church.

We might warn the young pastor especially in another regard, namely, that of specializa­ tion, with the goal in mind of becoming some­ one special in the church or wanting to per­ form a special service there. That is ambition, and because that is worthless in God’s eyes, the pastor is doing only harm. In the church, above all, the honor belongs to God alone and to our Lord Jesus Christ, and He will give it to no one else. These are the kind of people who like to introduce special innovations. If they don’t gain anything by it, they cause offense and division as church history in ancient and modern times amply demonstrates. I Cor. 4:2.

“Now nothing more is required of a servant than that he be found faithful.” That should

be the one great and the only endeavor of every pastor. If in other respects he is the right man, God will soon know where to find him if He needs him for a special office. But if the pastor strives for special positions and attain­ ments, fidelity to his assigned position becomes quite impossible. It is already in and of itself infidelity, because faithfulness to one’s calling demands nothing less of the pastor than a willingness to serve God there with all his powers. Every branch of study that does not lead in this direction is reprehensible.

So now, it is the Scriptures themselves that the pastor must be primarily concerned with.

This must always be and remain his one great study. Everything else is subordinated to it.

It really seems superfluous to want to prove that still. Certainly it is the Scriptures which God has given to the pastor as the source and treasury from which he really should derive all doctrine, wisdom, and power for his ministry.

It is altogether wrong if the pastor reads all kinds of human books and neglects the Scrip­ tures themselves. Every human book should serve only as a scaffolding for the Holy Scrip­ tures, as Luther puts it when he describes his own writings. They are only aids to understand­ ing Scripture correctly and are valuable only in so far as we are still not at home in the Scrip­ tures through our own acquaintance with them.

But we dare not remain standing in the fore­ court and the gateway of the temple; we must enter into the sanctuary and ultimately into the holy of holies. We teachers of the Word must not always draw from secondary sources.

It is a sorry anomaly that we are less familiar with Scripture than with this or that theologi­ cal work. There should not really be anything in the Scripture, nothing at all, with which a pastor of ten or fifteen years is not acquainted.

The pastor is really God’s chosen preacher of the Word. But God does not want to preach through him as if he were an inanimate mega­ phone. No, the pastor should be a witness of God’s truth, a preacher who himself has come to know, believe and experience what he preaches to others. He should be a scribe, taught by the Spirit. Matt. 13:52.

In addition, one must guard against reading any part of Scripture superficially or thought­ lessly and without any special attention. That kind of reading necessarily makes us too stodgy, blind, stupid and inefficient to penetrate to a 242

deeper awareness. One must always read with the purpose of capturing the complete and exact sense of a passage or a section in its own individual expressions, phrases and connections.

One must never be satisfied with a vague im­ pression. or a cloudy conception of the intent of the text. One must never rest until he is sure what the text says. To be sure, that assurance will often not be gained at the first reading, not even with the help of a com­ mentary, because the pastor may be deficient in the language skills and the historical know­ ledge that make a confident judgment possible.

But then, look to see whether the immediate and the general context, the material that pre­ cedes and follows the passage, does not solve the problems. Open up your grammar and your dictionary, look up parallel passages to see whether they do not shed any light on the text.

What it ail comes down to is that the pastor should not just work through individual passages and selections from Scripture, but an entire book, an entire Gospel, a prophet in his entirety, a complete epistle in its context. The study of individual selections, torn from context, no matter how thorough-going such study may be, will just as seldom lead to a mature and comprehensive knowledge of Scripture, as, for example, the study of a part of the body, even if it should be the heart, provides a basic knowledge about the entire human body. Yes, the full comprehension of the divine revelation does not occur by study­ ing one or several of the primary books of Scripture, even if they should happen to be the Pentateuch, Isaiah, John, Romans, Galatians, and Ephesians, but only through the study of all the books of the Bible. The revelation of God in Scripture is an organic entity, in which the individual books of the Old and New Testa­ ments form the great members that stand to­ gether in such unity that not one can be spared without causing a gap in our knowledge of God's plan of salvation. And just as the Scrip­ tures form a great organic entity, so its individ­ ual books form smaller entities, organized within themselves and constituting a small totality of knowledge which never opens for a reader except through an organized study of the whole. Just as the whole revelation has a great all-encompassing purpose, so the individ­ ual books of Scripture have their own special purpose, which they want to achieve in us. It is 243

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only in the light of this purpose that the en­ tire book and its individual parts can be under­ stood. Furthermore, the intent of a book will not be clearly grasped unless one takes the individual parts in their organic relationship with the whole. The concepts and their associa­ tions, the phraseology and its associations, the thought period and its associations, the seg­ ments and their associations, in short, the logi­ cal precision of individual concepts and ideas and their logical organization from great to small-recognizing clearly the thought pro­ cess, the development of the thought of a book in reference to a specific goal—that is what one could really call a mature and rather complete understanding of Scripture worthy of a theo­ logian.

From what has been said it is apparent that one must read a book of the Bible with unfaltering attention to whatever special allembracing purpose the book has. And that again leads to the investigation of the histori­ cal situation to which it was addressed. Accord­ ingly, I can only understand the letter to the Galatians fully if I know who wrote it, to what kind of people he addressed it, what special

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Naturally, the same principles hold true for language. A complete mastery of the language and the historical situation of Paul would make a complete understanding of his letters possible.

As it is, we are quite deficient in both respects, more so in our knowledge of the historical con­ ditions than in our knowledge of the language, with the result that our knowledge of Scrip­ ture continues to remain very imperfect. But that dare not deter us—no, it must make us even more eager to discover in precise terms the little that can be known about the histori­ cal context of the books of Scripture. It is thus that we will attain to a relatively complete understanding of Scripture.

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Your hair, cropped short, lackluster brown, is dirty as the dismal air.

No smile, no gurgling, honeyed words amid the aimless aisles of foods to fill his yawning mouth, of soaps to wash his underwear.

And I, in my angry, arrogant loneliness, will never confess I knew you.

I never said “yes,” nor asked someone else to.

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PARTING THOUGHTS yyspite its “inevitability,” my graduation •L'from college has for so long been an event somewhere off in the distant future that it lacked a certain aspect of reality. Although the reality of it all has now become more tangible in the form of graduation announcements, caps and gowns, and other preparations, a cer­ tain amount of the I-can't-believe-it’s-reallyhere syndrome still affects me. Perhaps the im­ pact of this milestone is diminished by the knowledge that four more years of education lie ahead of me.

My college years have been good ones; some people say they are “the best years of your life." I certainly hope that such does not prove to be the case. 1 don't necessarily mean to imply that the past four years have failed to live up to my expectation, but my basic optimism leads me to assume that 1 have not yet reached my peak at age 22. As I have yet to enter my life’s work and must still look for­ ward to marriage and raising a family, I would certainly hope that I am not already coasting downhill toward retirement and death.

As I approach that fateful day when I shall enter the ranks of the honored alumni, I feel the urge to offer some observations and suggestions concerning my alma mater (if I may be so presumptuous). I shall not resist it.

For some reason, one of my most vivid recollections is of Flowers for Algernon and Charlie/Ernie sarcastically admitting, “I guess there are gaps in my education.” In quite a different spirit I feel compelled to echo that sentiment. Realistically, I recognize that such gaps always will exist; I think it is excusable that 1 may have some rather large gaps in my knowledge of science or mathematics, but dis­ ciplines more directly related to the ministry are different.

Church history is largely neglected among us. Who of us has an appreciation for the Church Fathers who were so highly esteemed by the reformers? I’m afraid we’re better

versed in Livy, Homer, and Plato. The history of Lutheranism, or even Lutheranism in Ameri­ ca, or even just Wisconsin Synod Lutheranism is little known and less understood by nearly all of us. Who served as president before O. J. Naumann?

Along the same lines, there seems to be a remarkable ignorance about contemporary religious affairs. I don’t think I have to conduct an informal poll of the residents of Wittenberg Hall to emphasize how few of us regularly or even occasionally read Christianity Today or The Christian News or something similar. Even though the dissension in the Missouri Synod has produced very real and tangible repercus­ sions here in Watertown, I wonder how many graduating seniors could correctly identify Tietjen or ELIM. To say that such deficiencies will be dealt with at the Theological Seminary does pro­ vide some justification for the status quo, but I often wonder whether there isn’t too much dependence upon this miraculous transforma­ tion that we will all undergo when we pass through the golden gates of the Seminary.

A “gap” of an entirely different character seems to lie at the very heart of our classicsoriented curriculum. I have no quarrel with the quality of the language instruction in general.

I think we receive a more than adequate gram­ matical and syntactical foundation in Greek and Hebrew. It just seems to me that this em­ phasis tends to obliterate the qualities which have made Homer, Sophocles, and Plato classic literature; what they said and how they said it gets lost in an avalanche of implied indirect dis­ course and aposiopesis. How many students finish sophomore Greek with an appreciation for the literature they have translated? I dare say apathy and even revulsion are much more common. That being the case, why do we in­ clude classical Greek in the curriculum? I. would hope that we have a broader purpose than merely to learn enough Greek syntax to 245

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Another area of concern which strikes me as relevant and significant, although less easy to come to grips with, is that of the sense of responsibility which is nurtured in a student during his NWC years. 1 see something of a paradox in sending our report cards directly to our parents while at the same time extend­ ing calls directly to students our age who graduate from DMLC. It seems obvious that a sense of responsibility is not likely to develop or flourish in an environment where we receive little opportunity to exercise it.

I think of such regulations as the restric­ tions on automobile use. A driver who has been licensed by the State and who has properly exercised his privilege to drive for a year or more is told that he can drive only when, where, and if the dorm staff sees fit.

Further evidence of a lack of trust in the student is shown by the prevailing attitude toward post-graduate study.. If an inclination toward graduate work other than at the Sem is mentioned, we are told, “You don’t want to do that.’’ The example of the Missouri Synod is cited as proof that exposure to secular higher education will result in apostasy. Obviously such a warning is in place, but I don’t think we have to avoid graduate work like the plague.

I’m not suggesting that we ought to become degree-crazy, but I do think further study can be stimulating and beneficial for those who are so inclined.

We are told that by delaying entrance to the Seminary we run the risk of never getting there at all. Possibly, but after eight or nine years of preparation, it doesn’t seem likely that the dedicated student of this caliber will be too easily dissuaded from that ultimate goal of the ministry. Such a detour in one’s education should not be accompanied by an isolation from those influences which have brought him to this point in his pre-theological study. Thus, with God’s help, he can con­ tinue his preparation with the additional bene­ fits of further education.

Perhaps the likelihood of secular graduate study detracting our attention from the goal of the ministry is strengthened by our frequent failure to emphasize that goal while we are here at Northwestern. NWC is a unique institution with a unique purpose and aim. We cannot

emphasize too strongly how important that point is.

One area in which we seem to be moving away from that point is our exploration of accreditation. What we may actually be doing, even in the process of exploring accreditation, is to ask a secular agency to examine us and evaluate us according to the standards which they apply to any other institution. The point is not to demonstrate or emphasize our unique­ ness, but to see how we compare with other colleges and universities whose purposes are entirely different. Do we have the library or the faculty to back up a liberal arts program and justify the granting of a BA? That's not the point. We have the facilities which have in the past produced many competent and faithful ministers. Our institution isn't perfect, but we don't need an outside organization which is largely ignorant of our principles and purpose to tell us what to do about it.

A further justification given for this accredi­ tation move is that it will be helpful for our recruitment effort. Again, this is a matter of losing sight of our unique status. Our recruit­ ment pitch should not be that we are enough like any other college to be accredited. We don’t need that. We offer something which is not available elsewhere. (And that very fact should be sufficient to justify the time spent here-even in the case of students who attend only briefly and subsequently may be unahle to transfer credits.) At Northwestern College we offer a prc-theological education firmly based on Scripture as the inerrant Word of God. A million-dollar dormitory and a fine athletic program are nice frills, but they are certainly only of secondary importance. What greater motivation can we offer a high school senior than the prospect of entering the work of the Lord? What other motivation could we possibly want him to have for coming here?

Two concepts that are intimately intercon­ nected are our motivation and our attitudes.

Once a student makes the decision to come to Northwestern and begin his preparation for the ministry, he begins to develop attitudes toward that calling.

The people and experiences which con­ tribute to the formulation of these attitudes are diverse and often have a subconscious in­ fluence. The intangible atmosphere of a school can be very. influential in this respect. The at246

I mospherc at an all-male, small, private college in a relatively isolated community is bound to differ from the social and scholastic climate at Madison or UCLA. While it is true that attitudes which take shape during our college years form an impor­ tant basis for the future, perhaps some of the most significant factors involved are our vul­ nerable human nature and the temptations which Satan sends against us. Obviously the Tempter will work overtime at a place like Northwestern because, with the help of God, we have so far eluded his grasp. But the Devil is no impotent idiot; he finds ways to place subtle traps in the path of each of us.

One of the temptations to which we all find ourselves susceptible is pride. As future men of God we are subject to this temptation already now—and such will increasingly be the case. A call into the ministry does not elevate us in the eyes of God and ought not to cause us to feel elevated above the members of the con­ gregation. The image of the shepherd leading poor, helpless, ignorant sheep applies much more appropriately to Christ leading us than to us leading a congregation. Joh. Ph. Koehler treats this problem most eloquently in his celebrated essay “Gesetzlich Wesen Untcr Uns.” (The translation is by Rev. Alex Hillmer as published in Faith-Life, volumes XXV and XXVI.)

herald- the king's messenger. To bring the message of glad tidings lends a lift and a lilt to the bearer too, not as being selfishly puffed up over the personal part played, but humbly, with a song in the heart for the honor of bringing the message that can engender a song in another... j

Furthermore, what utter lack of humil­ ity! What could tend to turn a Chris­ tian’s stomach more than the unctu­ ous priestcraft put on as a cloak, be it overbearing, condescending, or patron­ izing. That, aside from sordid service of selfish interests, is what makes of the men-pleasing priestery, a blighting popery in miniature. How can anyone in connection with the death and glori­ fication of our Savior stoop to push his person into the foreground, even if it is but in his external conduct!?

Finally, how harmful! The forbidden fruit so enervates us that we cannot accomplish what . we are here for, namely, by our preachment to unyoke our folk and unfetter the Hock of Christ from the constricting frock of our priestcraft so that the children of the highest stand as kings and priests before their father in their daily tasks.

For our official mannerisms not only spawn and strengthen a scourge of evil growths among our members, such as fawning, selfish ambition, and politick­ ing in petty personalities: but also, and that is graver still, we abridge their birthright to live in the Scriptures as their element, not to mention our neglect to encourage and guide their steps therein. What we have begun by our approach to Scriptures as so many dogmas where only the specialist knows his way about, we sharpen h\ our official mannerisms so that we train our people to say: Bible study is the pastor's business, that's what we hired him for.

A feeling of superiority attaches to the right to tell another what to do and how to do it. Our pastoral work often largely consists in dispensing doctrine and advice. Too readily the teacher allows himself to be placed on a pedestal, finds pleasure in the superior position, and finally condescendingly talks down, even then when he patron­ izingly becomes one of the crowd. Most people not only put up with such things, but also even look up to them with respect, which only makes matters worse...

What a pitfall for the pastor and his work! In the first place, how silly!

How flagrantly this offends against the inmost nature of the pastor’s true calling! The pastor is not called as a pedant to schoolmaster, but as a

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I would hope that this warning to my class­ mates is not construed to imply that I am try­ ing to prevent their falling into a pit in which I see the pastor in the field wallowing. No dis­ respect or condemnation is implied or intended; I do not presume to be in a position to judge my eiders. (I would hope that it goes without saying that I also recognize the honor due the office of the ministry.) My thoughts have been directed primarily to my classmates. Soli Deo Gloria.

MICHAEL ALBRECHT

Tlje Master Builder ttWhave never created roles. I have written of human beings and human destinies.” Those were the words of Norwegian Henrik Ibsen, the creator of modern realistic prose drama and one of the greatest dramatists of all time.

Equally honoured and vilified by critics and spectators, he has remained in the lime-light for a century. His works first shocked the world with their slashing, iconoclastic tone, criticiz­ ing conventional morals. He is valued by posterity for other and less timebound aspects of his works, such as the supreme technical mastery he displays, or the penetrating psycho­ logical insight of his characters, or for a use of symbolism not common in drama. At any rate, despite the prevalent emphasis on the social appeal of Ibsen's plays, the suggestion is often made that Ibsen's real fame rests less on his innovations as a social realist than on his achievements in the field of poetic drama.

Recently, Ibsen’s portrayal of women has received attention in other than literary circles.

He was the first writer, on the stage, to grant women rights that today society considers as self-evident. One fact that must be kept in mind, however, is that Ibsen was by no means a feminist. His preoccupation with the prob­ lems of women and society were based on an exceptional psychological insight, rather than on any social zeal. The range and variety of his portraits of women are incomparable. His grasp

of the intricacies of female psychology is ad­ vanced. Bjrnstjerne Bjrnson, another Nor­ wegian author, contemporary with Ibsen, once used the saying “we women and poets.” Per­ haps it was the poet within Ibsen that provided him with such a sensitive understanding of the mysterious invisible life of the women he por­ trayed -so mercilessly and yet so delicately.

The themes that Ibsen based most of his plays on were those of his own life: the neces­ sity of self realization, quest for truth, some­ times joy of life. Truth Freedom Hypocrisy in conflict, excessive individualism. Indeed, these themes sometimes necessitated uncon­ ventional techniques. The tools he employed were all based, if not upon characterization proper, on the process of revealing characters in startling ways. Often Ibsen unfolds past events at unexpected moments. Characteristic for Ibsen is the fact that this act of characteri­ zation supplies much of the actual action in his plays. Another striking feature is the way one gets to learn a character from the other actors. Slander, backbiting, or recognition and praise, are hardly ever presented in the presence of the person concerned.

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Born in Skien, Norway, in 1828, Ibsen had a troubled childhood. Here is not the place to go into all the details, but one fact about his growing up is worth mentioning. He was not considered very gifted, and certainly not dili­ gent. but he was endowed with a personality that never gave up, that was stubborn and ruth­ less; he had a strong will-power. One of his main interests was literature, mainly drama and poetry. At the age of twenty he completed his first play and published the first poems. In 1850 lie failed to manage the entrance exami­ nations at the University of Oslo (then Chris­ tiana). flunking Greek and Oral Latin, and decided to devote his life to literature. (Inci­ dentally, after staging Pillars of Society, an honorary doctor's degree was conferred upon him by the University of Uppsala, a favor which delighted him greatly.) He produced his first plays, and already the next year he gained the position as dramatic author and stage man­ ager at the Bergen Theatre. For almost fifteen years he put on various plays and during that time settled down and married. For a period of ten years he was happy, working hard, and gradually receiving more attention and recog­ nition. By 1864, however, he had grown dis­ illusioned with the Norwegian society. The Pan-Scandinavian cause (a strong liberal move­ ment at the time), which he supported, hail failed. With the war between Prussia and Den­ mark of 1863 it was evident that the words about Scandinavian brotherhood, Norse solidar­ ity and mutual defense were just words. He was by now, too. a controversial figure hated by reactionaries for his reformism, ridiculed by the liberals for his moderation. The conserva­ tive groups in rule, later pictured in several of Ibsen's plays, he detested, so he left Norway in a voluntary exile.

The following years he travelled extensively in Hu rope, and it was at this time that his first great plays were conceived. He settled in Rome, and during his three years there he wrote Brand and Peer Gynt. These marked his breakthrough as a great dramatist, and he was well received by the international critics. The decade 1877 to 1887 was his most productive.

and the one which gave birth to his greatest works. He assumed the role of a leading drama­ tist, whose works no critics dared minimize or ignore. He became the furious, merciless vision­ ary we know; more than any other playwright of the nineteenth century, he must be credited with innovating the modern drama. He devel­ oped the problem play, or drama of ideas.

Pillars of Society was his first attempt, his manifesto as it were, to create, through drama, consciousness in areas other than the emotion­ al. In it he demonstrates how characterization (the very core of the art of drama) and plot structure can be subordinated to the theme.

The problem play, however, does not lose any­ thing in its effective conveying of the motif or message because of this emphasis on the theme.

Ibsen wrote powerful dramas in which the emotional impact usually tends to underscore the immediacy of the theme or problem. But although Ibsen presents problems, he rarely gives a solution. “A dramatist's business," he always said, “is not to answer questions, only to ask them."

Not until 1891, after twenty-seven years abroad, did he return to Norway. Although he then was a recognized and internationally famed author, he did not feel comfortable in his country: “Up here by the Ijords is indeed my native land, but where do I find my home­

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Ibsen's development as a dramatist can readily he divided into three phases. The romantic period (1850-1873): Ibsen’s works during these years are characterized by experi­ mentation, and. moreover, by a romanticism and idealism reminiscent of his models: Oehlenschlaeger, Schiller, and Wergeland. His writing was slow in developing, and it took him many years to arrive at a style and a way of thinking that was peculiarly and passionately his own. He was at this time assisted in his writing by the very fact of being a director, staging his own and others' productions full­ time. With the exception of Shakespeare and Moliere, no other playwright of modern times has had a comparable opportunity Later, during his realistic period (1877-1890), one must keep in mind that he was realistic in the sense that a great painter might be called realistic; he did not agree with what he called “photographic art." He resented b“ing classed with a realist-naturalist like Zola,

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for instance, of whom he said: “Zola goes down into the sewer to take a bath: I, in order to cleanse it.” Ibsen did not wish merely to study society in all its forms especially the base levels; rather, he was concerned with the individual man, and he measured the worth ot a community as it helped or hindered man in being himself. He had an ideal standard, which

he placed on community, and it was from this meaning that his social criticism proceeded.

These notions are nowhere brought out as clearly as in one of Ibsen's most frequently staged works. An Enemy of the People (1882).

Ibsen had with his controversial plays A Doll's House (1879) and Ghosts (1881) aroused what a critic called a “frenzy oF execration.” In defense of himself, Ibsen wrote An Enemy of the People in one year instead of the normal two he usually required. This play, one of his most popular, is a virtual apologia pro vita sua.

In order to make the audience receptive to the message, Ibsen sacrifices all his usual peculiari­ ties for a conventional, fast-paced comedy. The effervescence of Dr. Stockmann contrasts with the fierceness of his thesis: “The strongest man in the world is the man who stands alone.”

Ibsen wrote to Georg Brandes. a Danish critic: “The man is right who has allied himself most closely with the future.” He complained about Bjrneson’s dictum that the majority was always right and asserted. “The minority is always right.” Of course he is exaggerating, but

seen in the light of his comment to Brandes, it gives his political philosophy in a nutshell.

This play was resented even by moderate and liberal groups, since they alleged that it re­ jected democracy. Ibsen became bitter and secluded himself from his environment, never again trusting society or politics.

The period of symbolism (1892-1899) con­ cluded Ibsen's dramatical career. His most challenging play from this period may be The Master Builder (1892). Ibsen was growing old and realized that the end of his life was approaching. This piece is a moving play, filled with awe and disillusioned retrospect, but still not sentimental. The central figure is an aging architect, who is considering his life and his endeavors. He realizes that the things he has done for others may have been good; what he has done for himself is nothing. It is a type for the aging Ibsen and presages the symbolism he would develop in his last plays.

Ibsen as a symbolic writer is little noticed.

In his last dramas, written in his old age, he presents a realization of defeat. These plays suffer from one defect an excessive use of symbolism. In his last play. When Dead Wc Awaken (1899), we find, in spite of the weak­ ness of much of its verse, a fitting conclusion to his career by virtue of the theme. ‘'When we dead awaken,” he asks in the play, “what do we see then? We see that we never have lived.”

In this play, as in all of his plays since Brand, Ibsen defends the individual against all condi­ tions and developments in modern society that tend to detract from one’s pursuit of freedom and happiness. Ibsen remained to his death in 1906 a champion of the individual against the encroachments of society.

In conclusion, it must be stated that Ib­ sen's are dramas of the mind. Most of the action in the plays had taken place before the rise of the curtain, and the drama lays in the effects of this action, the results of it, the response to it. One should not be distracted by Ibsen's all-pervading stubbornness. One must not expect compromise from Ibsen, and he makes no concessions. He did not write to please, but to scourge, reform, to purify social and moral evil. Although he did not bring about anv reforms by himself, he created a new form and. perhaps, a new function for drama.

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Campus & CLassroom /nr 've decided to do my last article in the forX mat that Mikey Woldt used in his final article last year. Ah, yes, this farce has finally run its course. No more jokes, no more rhymes, no more of Springer’s late deadlines. Enough rambling. It’s been fun. Best wishes to Dave Huebner and Jerry Ewings who will write this column next year. Maybe the Muse will be in a better mood . . .

Mark Guthmiller (some say “Goof’) Joined the Chorus as a spoof.

But it turned out he didn’t sing poor, So Arnie took him on his tour.

Who gets shut down most ev’ry night?

You guessed correct, it’s Adomeit.

Fat ones, thin ones, short ones, tall, They all say “No!” to Rollerball.

Occas’nally one hears the word, “I’ve not much use for Scudley Heard.”

But if it weren't for Jeffrey Lee, Where would the Luth. Collegians be?

Mike Albreeht's contribution is To be the Senior talking whiz.

His insight and histor'eal grasp Sure makes Pope's Seminar go fast.

Alan Herman, “Silent Al,” Looks like he could be Plitz’s pal.

It must be true-it’s plain to seeHe wears the same kind of goatee.

Terry Balogh, Sem-butt true, Goes to school and tends bar, too.

He loves this sehool - how he must hate To think he soon must graduate.

Tim “Java” Hoffman did, I’ve found, Learn quite a lot from Outward Bound: How to live, to feel, to be, And,how to buy what’s usually free.

Who brings you tasty Trojan-Aide, And wraps your nose with a Bandaid?

Dennis Belter TRAINER MAN Marcus Welby’s biggest fan

Paul Ibiseh ain’t the quiet type: He'll talk and talk 'til late at night, And now he's busy night and day Directing for the Forum play.

The lover of the Senior class?

It surely must be William Brassow. Maybe he should write a book To show Jim Ad'meit how to “cook.”

Danny Kelm has shown his skill In buckets; he can score at will.

On his moves at Sem he'll work.

To help the grads beat his friend Turk.

Mo Connell (some say Johnny Trash) Lost UMOC by a toad's eye lash.

When told he’d lost, he smiled and spoke, “At least ah had the Coed vote.”

Jamie Kiefer never will Start out to class before the bell.

There’s nothing wrong with him, you know, It's just that Kiefer has the slows.

Chuckie Cortright’s skillful hand Has won him fame across the land.

'Twas he who drew for one and all That giant Arnie on the wall.

Senior Athlete of the Year?

Tom Kneser. never fear.

Athletes with brains are rarely scenA solid bet for future Dean.

He looks real sweet-don’t be mistook

By Eggert’s shy and harmless look.

Jan plays (without a doubt, a shock).

The meanest organ on the block.

Mark Kock is always to be found Greasing in the third floor lounge.

I know why! I think that it’s Because he once lived in the pits.

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Without a B has made it through.

It mattered not how hard he tried, He just couldn’t find the Senior slide.

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Jim Mattek's little rusty car Don't look like it will go too far.

Its floor has holes through to the ground Air conditioning all year 'round.

Soda Pope, not one to brag.

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Davy Meister spends his time Talking on the telephone line.

Now that the cost is twenty cents.

His wallet's sure to have some dents.

LeRoy Punke, connoisseur Of the pure non sequitur.

“Well, ah don' know," you'll hear him say, “That's better than a Hood in May."

Mike Merkle never says a lot; Maybe that's because he’s not A man with very much to say.

(I wish Paul Ibisch were that way.)

Dave Putz, the Senior Mr. Clean, Is an assistant to the Dean In keeping little frosh in line.

I wonder where he finds the time.

Phil Merten's voice is loud and clear He stars in Forum every year: And to his belt a small pouch clings I wonder what is in that thing?

Good ol’ boy, Bobby Rhyne, From the hills of North Carolin', Always yells, “We're late for class!”

No matter how much time he has.

Thomas Nass, my instinct says.

Will one day be the Synod Prez.

He heads the D.C. presently; What better practice could there be?

Morsel Riese always says He'll start his diet any day.

But when for food his stomach cries He to the cafeteria flies.

Lee Neujahr spent his childhood On hockey skates. Now he's real good At shooting with that little puck And making his opponents duck.

William Schaefer, son of Jeb, Often likes to sleep instead Of taking notes and listening well.

It’s odd the profs can never tell.

Rocky Neumann always plays Softball in his summer days.

Rog exercises often, but he comes back with a larger gut.

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John “Diaper” Paustian, it's been said.

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the gunslingers “God did not make ail men equal. Colonel Colt did."

The gun and its subsequent master are syn­ onymous with the settlement of what we now have termed "the old West,” a period of our history which seems to be peculiarly attractive not only to Americans but to the whole world.

The West has a certain appeal to it, so that no matter how distorted or dramatized the stories of it may be, its relatively short history remains consistently popular with the masses. Books are written about it, movies arc filmed glorify­ ing it, and television constantly brings it into our homes. America especially seems to have a fascination for the guns and rugged individual­ ism which the West and its “golden days of yesteryear” portray.

The fact that the gun played a predominant role in many parts of the West is true. However, many of the legends that have grown up around it are not. The gun was a necessity primarily for food and protection against Indians, dangerous or scavenging animals, and thieves. Gradually the type of gun and the dexterity of one’s use of it evolved into a status symbol, making the gun the number one claim to manhood. This is largely the context in which the gun lighter should be considered.

Since the West placed no restrictions on guns, they were often used as an arbitrary means of settling a dispute. Vengeance, a common motive in the clashes between early settlers and Indians, was often settled with the gun, intensifying some of the controversies into bloody vendettas. In thinly populated areas, where statutory law was weak, some families or factions felt impelled to seek what they believed to be justice by repaying wrong in kind. When this brought reprisals from the other side, as it usually did, a feud that could continue for years might begin.

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“Guilty.”

“What did you kill him for?”

“He started to count the cards in the deck.”

“Suspected you of cheating, hey?”

“Sure. He might just as well have come right out and accused me of cheating.”

“That’s so. Who saw you down this man?”

“No one. We was playing alone.”

“Then go about your business and keep your mouth shet. Prisoner is discharged for lack of evidence.”

The man who was released happened to be a gunfighter by the name of Clay Allison-one of the most notorious killers in the history of the West.

Although some Western gunfighters repre­ sented the law, the line between bad men and good was, at best, blurred. The facing foes usually had more in common than they cared to admit, and when they had scores to settle, it hardly mattered which side of the law they were on. Frontier marshals and lawmen like Hickok, Wyatt Earp, and Bat Masterson “have been highly romanticized: some were little better than criminals who shot men from behind curtains. They were less ‘fast on the draw' and less accurate with their ‘sixguns’ than commonly portrayed.” The label of gunfighters applied to sheriffs and horse-thieves alike, to men respected in the community as well as those who were despised. Their motives differed but their basic objective was always the same—not to let the other guy get the drop on them.

Regardless of whichever side of the law the gunfighter chose as his home, one has to won­ der where they came from and what induced them to choose such a precarious and usually short-lived career. Trachtman states: “While most citizens of the region were sober and upstanding, frontier society also included large numbers of floaters, as reckless as they were rootless: itinerant cowboys and prospectors and rail­ road men; brash youths from the East bent on enjoying a few years of deviltry before settling down; fugitives on the run from the law; and easy-money artists of every kind.”

The gunfighter breed sprang from every conceivable background. Jesse and Frank James, both equally lethal, were the sons of a Missouri preacher. The slums of New York City probably produced Billy the Kid, a loner whose gunslinging exploits were heralded as heroic by some and lunatic by others. Bill

Tilghman, a deputy U. S. marshal whose guns helped bring peace to the Indian Territory, was a buffalo hunter before he began to ride herd on outlaws. Mysterious Dave Mather, a roaming gunfighter who served as marshal of several frontier towns—and spent as much time in their jails--claimed to be a descendant of the famous witch-hunter, Cotton Mather. John Ringo, a Texas desperado who helped drive Wyatt Earp out of Arizona, was rumored to be the black sheep of a genteel Southern family. All, though their backgrounds varied, belonged to the brotherhood of the gun.

Among the most renowned figures on the frontier were the solitary killers, and although perhaps no more than a dozen or so of these loners ever roamed the land, their records speak for themselves. Just four of them—Bill Longley, Clay Allison, John Wesley Hardin and Billy the Kid-won enough infamy for a small army of villains. Each loner was a separate entity, yet certain generalizations are possible.

Today these men would be labeled psycho­ pathic killers; most of their murders were com­ pletely senseless except to their own dark minds. They appeared to lack any semblance of 256

self-control or any inner check that told them when to quit. They tended to regard their vic­ tims less as human beings than as mere impedi­ ments in their paths, to be outdrawn, or when the odds were better, to be gunned down from behind. They showed no remorse for their deeds but seemed to derive intense satisfaction from being given a wide berth by those who did not possess their deadly skill. Still, they knew moments of crisis and exhaustion, and on such occasions they often did something com­ pletely out of character for them-they turned to their sworn enemies, the officers of the law, for protection, or, simply for someone to talk to.

Of these law officers, Pat Garrett is generally accounted as having performed the single most noteworthy deed of the “old West” when he dispatched Billy the Kid in the midnight dark­ ness of July 13, 1881. Yet this feather, how­ ever big it may be, is probably the only one he could have stuck in his hat. Pat Garrett was not what one would call a congenial man, and his life may be considered as a heartbreaking ex­ ample of effort and failure. He began his career as a buffalo hunter in the 1870’s but lost his earnings at the Fort Smith, Texas, gambling tables. Later he authored a book (actually ghost-written by his friend Ash Upton) entitled The Authentic Life of Billy the Kid, and watched in dismay as it became a discredited financial flop. Garrett even had trouble collect­ ing the S500 reward offered by Governor Lew Wallace for the Kid’s head. In fact, Garrett spent more money buying drinks for New Mexico legislators than he ever made in getting his promised reward. The highlight of Garrett’s life after his encounter with the Kid was his personal appointment as Customs Collector in El Paso by Teddy Roosevelt. Even this posi­ tion could not suit his surly disposition, for in a few controversial years he was asked to resign.

Garrett was finally ambushed and killed by an unknown assailant in 1908.

Bill Tilghman’s story is a little different.

As the marshal of Dodge City, Tilghman had chalked up a distinguished gunfighting record before moving to the more expansive Oklahoma Territory. The badge he had worn in Dodge was a highly individualistic work of art hammered out of two S20 gold pieces, an insig­ nia famous throughout the West. Such show­ manship was characteristic of Tilghman: no­ body was much surprised when he later entered 257

politics and was swept in as an Oklahoma state senator. Tilghman was best known in the West for his man-hunt and subsequent capture of Bill Doolin, kingpin of the Doolin-Dalton gang.

However, the lawman around whom legend grew like weeds has to be Wild Bill Hickok. His reputation originated in a curious story. It was said that as a young man at a stage station in southeastern Nebraska, Hickok, in a terrible hand-to-hand fight, had killed ten desperadoes armed with rifle, knife, and revolvers, and with eleven bullets and thirteen stab wounds in his body, limbs, and head had Iain at the point of death for several months. Actually, he had killed three men, one of whom was unarmed.

Wild Bill relished these stories; as Drago states: Being a vain man. he never bothered to deny the countless tales of his expertise with a handgun or that his pistols were so covered with “credits” that he had lost count of them. No one knows how many men were cut down by his guns.

However, the statement that “not counting Indians,” Hickok killed more than twenty-five men has been widely accepted.

While Nebraska and Kansas had lawmen like Hickok to glorify, on the other end of the spectrum Texas had men just as deadly, with the wickedest of the wicked being John Wesley Hardin. Hardin grew up in Texas during the decade of Reconstruction following the Civil War, a time when things were especially chaotic and hatred ran high between freed blacks and defeated Southern whites. In fact, he started his career of murder at the expense of a Negro, his first of a reported 44 homocides. Hardin was basically a loner, but for some reason he struck up an acquaintance with none other than Wild Bill himself, who more or less pro­ vided him with a father figure. The climax of their association came with one of Hardin's most callous crimes, so ignoble that even he showed some faint sign of shame and attempted to pass it off as a justifiable shooting of a man who was trying to steal his pants. Actually, he had less excuse than that. At the American House Hotel, where Hardin had put up for his stay in Abilene, he began firing bullets through a bedroom wall simply to stop the snoring of a stranger in the next room. The first bullet merely woke the man; the second killed him.

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Several murders later, Hardin was finally caught by the law; ironically he was sentenced to 25 years in jail for a murder of which he was innocent. While he was in prison “unexpected aspects of his nature began to appear. |4e wrote long and loving letters to his family, exhorting his children to always follow the path of righteousness and justice.” After serving six­ teen years, he was pardoned by a new governor and admitted to the bar, a profession which he

had learned in prison. Unfortunately, Hardin chose El Paso, one of the most lawless towns of the West, to hang out his shingle, and within a year was shot in the back of the head by a law­ man who was understandably not thoroughly convinced of Hardin’s reformation.

But of all the famed outlaws of the old West, Billy the Kid remains one of the most legendary and elusive. This may be due in part to his involvement in New Mexico’s controver­ sial and bloody Lincoln County War. That deeply rooted feud arose from cattle rustling, rivalry for choice pastures, competition of country storekeepers, litigation involving the

settlement ot an estate, and meddling by un­ scrupulous politicians who sought to use the feud for their own ends.

Why has America placed the Kid, a boy who was reputed to have “few peers among the old badmen of the West,” in its center ring of frontier history?

The attention riveted on Billy is hard to explain. His lifetime score of men killed was much lower than Hardin’s. Even his fierceness was patently of an inferior order-at the start, anyway. Perhaps the odd turnabout that made him more celebrated than Hardin resulted from the absurdity of the good-humored, ob­ liging and generally polite Billy being a killer at all. For the fact was that, at the worst of his deadly career, he was a downy-cheeked, blue-eyed orphan lad whose engaging and guileless grin en­ listed the motherly concern of women and made men want to help him how­ ever they could.

Billy may seem to be foremost, but all of the gun fighters, good or bad, have a certain romantic appeal, and just about all of them are shrouded in some type of myth that the truth finds hard to penetrate. For example, Jesse and Frank James (who, due to the vastness of the subject at hand, have not been allotted much space) conjure up images of horseback robinhoods who robbed for the mere excitement that breaking the law held. There were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, along with their Hole in the Wall Gang. The same holds true for the lawmen, many of whom, as has been pre­ viously stated, were little better than crimi­ nals themselves. We always picture Bat Masterson with his ever-present walking stick illumi­ nating the darkened streets of some frontier town with the light of truth and justice. We read how the flowing locks of Buffalo Bill Cody instantly strike fear into the hearts of those gone astray. We smile in approval when Wyatt Earp singlehandedly brings the law to a rowdy cowtown on the late late show.

Actually, there can be found little to ad­ mire in the men who lived by the gun. To a man they were fatalists. This frame of mind gave them audacity that was often mistaken for courage. If by some chance they escaped the death that they so readily dealt out, more often than not they simply faded into the 258

woodwork, aware that they had had their place in the sun.

One accomplishment that can be attrib­ uted to the gun lighters in general is their true portrayal of the lawlessness of the West, and the drastic need for judicial organization which developed so slowly during the frontier days.

Murder that had become commonplace on the

frontier gradually alarmed the government to action. Standards of enforcement were raised, so that by the early twentieth century the West had just about caught up with the rest of the country, and banditry no longer became as prosperous as it had been in the settlement days.

JOEL LEYRER

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arting is such sweet sorrow.” Perhaps these words of the immortal bard best sum up my feelings as I write up my last installment of this volume's Alumni Column. Parting is sweet in that no longer will I find myself typing this column in the wee hours of the morning long after my fearless leader (editor-in-chief of the B & R) has given up on ever seeing it materialize.

So, too, it will be sweet no longer having/? & R deadlines invariably falling on the same day that some other important school activity occurs (e.g. senior-class parties, grassers, bull sessions, etc.). Parting will also prove to be a sorrow of sorts, because writing this column helped me in a small measure to become better acquainted with some of the men who are serv­ ing in our synod and whom one day I hope to join as a colleague. It is just one more sign that my four years here at Northwestern are almost over. Whether I want to admit it or not, I guess I'll miss being here ...

Before I get too carried away with maudlin sentimentality, I better get back to the task at hand. All year long I've been completely dependent on the information my trusty cor­ respondents, the district presidents, have sent me. They never let me down, even when I asked for information on rather short notice (which was usually the case). Therefore I owe them a hearty “thank you!” I would also like to thank anyone else who submitted material in the past year, I only hope that the tangible results of your help, this column, proved to be enjoyable and informative. Thanks again.

CALLS —Rev. William Leerssen ('61), who former259

ly served Trinity, Winner, SD, and St. John’s, Witten, SD, was installed at Apostles, Billings, MT, on May 8, 1977.

-Rev. Errol Carlson (’64), was installed at Immanuel, Salem, OR, on April 24. Rev. Carl­ son formerly served Good Hope, Ellensburg, WA, and Good Faith, So. Cle Elum, WA. -Rev. Thomas Spiegelberg (’62), who for­ merly served Risen Savior, Milwaukee, WI, has accepted a call to Peace, Eagle River, AK. Rev. Spiegelberg will be installed there in June 1977.

-Rev. Karl Molkentin (’39), who formerly served Mt. Calvary, Tampa, FL, has accepted a call to Zion, Van Dyne, WI. -Rev. Julius Wille (’65), who had served in Central Africa, was installed at St. Paul’s, Moline, IL, on March 27, 1977.

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-Mt. Olive of Detroit, MI, observed its 50th anniversary on April 24, 1977. Rev. Edwin Frey (’39), serves the congregation.

DEDICATIONS -Our Redeemer Lutheran Church of Santa Barbara, CA, was dedicated on April 24, 1977.

Rev. Steven Degner (’69), serves the congrega­ tion.

-First German Ev. Lutheran, Manitowoc, WI, celebrated the dedication of the renova­ tion of the church and school building on May 1, 1977. Rev. Norval W. Kock ('48), serves the congregation.

-Messiah Lutheran, Nampa, ID, observed the dedication of its church on April 17, 1977.

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Rev. Ron Mehlberg (’69), serves the congrega­ tion.

Paul's, Sioux Falls, SD.

-Pastor R. H. Roth (’60), who currently serves Trinity, Clear Lake, SD, will retire from the active ministry on May 22, 1977.

-Jeremy Wade Conradt, born February 13, 1977 at Wessington Springs, SD, the adopted son of Pastor and Mrs. Elroy V. Conradt, came to live with his new parents on April 11, 1977.

Rev. Conradt (’70). currently serves St. Paul, Henry, SD, and Emmanuel, Grover, SD.

DEATH

MARRIAGE

-Pastor Em, Hugo Fritze (’30), died at Watertown, WI, on April 6, 1977.

“The Rock (?) has finally crumbled.”

RETIREMENT

BIRTHS -Rev. and Mrs. David Gosdeck (’65), were blessed with the arrival of a son, John Milo, on March 13, 1977. Rev. Gosdeck is currently serving St. John’s, Lake City, MI. -A daughter, Kari Lou, was born to Pastor and Mrs. Thomas Schmidt on February 11, 1977. Rev. Schmidt (’65). currently serves St.

-Miss Jana Wulf, of Costa Mesa, CA, mar­ ried Tutor Richard Kogler, of N. St. Paul, MN, on April 11, 1977, in Christ Lutheran Church of N. St. Paul, MN. Miss Wulf, a ’75 graduate of D.M.L.C., is a teacher at St. Matthew’s. Oconomowoc, WI. Tutor Kogler, a '71 graduate ol NWC, is currently a tutor at NWC. The couple is residing at Northwestern College, 1300 Western Avenue, Watertown, WI. GLENN SCHWANKE

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Twain told America: “Always do right.

-1-V-Mhis W*N gratify some people and astonish the rest.” Charles Simmons also noted: “No man has a right to do what he pleases, except when he pleases to do right.” Lee Punkc looked at what Twain and Simmons had to say and said: “Do write or wrong, just meet your dead­ lines.”

I’m not proud. Over my years at NWC I've earned close to S200, thanks to my dexterous typing fingers. Meeting deadlines is no harder than asking a girl for a date and being told that work comes first (that is, until the next phone call). As I approached my last B & R deadline, tears came to my eyes, my arms ached, and my feet stank (cf. Bo Ellis). I told myself-and rather emphatically at that— that term papers, yearbooks, and all other in­ sidious implements of destruction had to be foregone. Thoughts started to boogie upstairs, and I reached for my writing utensil so fast that the motion blinded six pigeons on my win-

clow ledge.

Hors d'oeuvres on today's menu are green peppers, dill pickles, and dorm tourneys on wheat or rye. Cribbage honors went to a tall, swift, young, handsome Koitros from the plains of North Dakota. If rumor has any validity, the championship was determined when Lisa Zulegcr drew three names out of a hat, and only one of them was spelled correctly. Thus the trophy went to the deserving football and track man, Jim Nelson. Pool was looped by Jim Langebartels, whose claim to fame rests on the laurels of Crete, Illinois, a town without com­ pare in its own five-mile radius. Foosball was rigged again this year: Tom Krigbaum and Bob Kujawski bribed the other players to compete one-handed and won every game by one goal.

It is a well-known fact that if foosball were an intercollegiate sport NWC would be ranked No. 1 in the nation.

Furthermore, the reigning chess champion is Carl Philip Emmanuel von Springer, who 260

failed at UMOC, humor, and just about every­ thing else somewhere along the line. But Carl is a really nice guy, so the student body got together and decided to let him win something before he graduated. Last and most certainly least es gibt Schafskopf The champion here is at present in Mt. Sinai Hospital recovering f/Om the injuries he suffered in a free-for-all follow­ ing his controversial victory. Doctors feel that one week there should take care of most of his broken ribs, twisted knees, and bent toes. But even if Doug Lange table-talks too much, he isn’t all that bad; why, in Florida once a lady asked if he was my brother. At any rate, you can see that he had a good teacher.

Now that we have glorified and handed out meritorious citations to the winners of these prestigious tourneys, we’d like to acknowledge a few of those who came in second. Since Punke was the easiest to interview, I thought we could ask how he fared in tourney action.

The aforementioned burdened us with an encyclopedia of worthless data which we have paraphrased thus: Even though I was eliminated in the first round of each tournament, I feel as if I've really learned a lesson. Life is a game of inches; sometimes you win, sometimes you run out of time (cf.

Homer class). So don't get down when your ping pong balls crumble like sal tines because of your opponent’s smashing spikes. Don't get frustrated if you can’t learn how to play with marked cards or how to shoot pool left-handed. It’s only castles burning.

Just do as I suggest and you'll come out OK: Let these “extra” activities drop for a year or two use the spare time to grease Greek vocables and you'll be a better man for it.

Now, lest we run the risk of having an in­ complete report on campus activities, we must include a few more of Joel Leyrcr’s prize lines: Two hunters were camped in the woods near Tyler. They saw a Blue Norther blowing in fast. One hurried to a near­ by creek to get water so that they could make coffee. As he got there, hundreds of bullfrogs made a leap for the water and at the same split second, the norther came in. The creek im­ mediately froze and caught hundreds 261

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of frogs with just their big hind legs exposed. The next morning the hunters went to a nearby ranch, borrowed a lawnmower, went back to the pond and harvested two bushels of frog legs.

Gent from Kentucky: We've got enough gold in Fort Knox to build a solid gold fence all around Texas ten feet high and four feet thick.

Texan: Well, stranger, go ahead and build it. If 1 like it. I'll buy it.

A family of cedar haulers lived in a oneroom windlowless shack out in the Hill Country near Burnet, Texas. They kept hoping for rain because on rainy days they had a better excuse for not work­ ing. One dreary morning the old man turned over on his pallet and told his eldest son to go outside and see if it was raining. "Aw, tell Pete to go,” was the answer. Pete, without so much as turning his head, solved the problem. '"Taint no use gettin’ out. Just call old Tige in," he said, “and see if he is wet."

Intramural volleyball was won on the last day of the season by Zell’s team. However, since the price of shirts has risen drastically the past two years, the winners received used tennis shoes as their prizes. The softball championship was decided when general man­ ager Dave Kuehl, former manager of the Mon­ treal Expos, signed free agent Jim Mattek to an estimated 4.5 million dollar contract extending over three seasons. Other terms of the contract include: a case of beer for each point in his 'batring average, a new car for every home run, a bonus of S500 for every run scored, and First choice of the girls who mob the players after every game.

Other campus activities have overshadowed camping in the past, but this comes as no sur­ prise to us. There are no campers (or motor­ cyclists) at NWC. But the water has been low in the Rock this spring, and hiking is just a con­ venient way of procrastinating, so we are just as well off the way we are. We should not neg­ lect, however, to mention the excellent oppor­ tunity that the low waters afford for spearing those delectable and savory Scaly creatures

peculiar to Wisconsin. Of course, I’m talking about those fish whose mannerisms we stu­ dents have emulated since time immemorial: carp.

But if the out-of-doors isn’t your bag, there are other outlets available. There are jump ropes in the gym for those of you who think Ali is on the verge of retirement; and word has it that someone set up a few card tables down in the weight room for a bridge tournament. Yet since these activities still involve walking to and from your respective dormitories, you may be more interested in doing calisthenics in the lounges provided for you. One good exercise is to get three chairs, rest each palm on a chair and place your feet on the other one. If you can do more than 90 pushups in this manner, you will undoubtedly break the existing school record.

Before we hand over the control panel to Dave Kolander, who should restore credibility to this column, a few remarks about the recent westward trek of the Touring Chorus would be in place. For two full weeks thirty-six of our Finest singers were incarcerated on a Grey­ hound bus. Their itinerary included stops in Texas, Arizona, California, Nebraska, and Iowa. They sang a total of eighteen concerts, with at least one every day. Several memorable records were established: 152 hands of sheepsliead non-stop. Thirteen seconds to pass Fred Krieger to the back of the bus and back again-a new Greyhound record, by the way.

The churches fed the singers well, and after the post-tour weigh-in, it was discovered that the cumulative weight-gain was an amazing 176 pounds, or about five pounds per man. Sophs Dave Huebner and Rich Warnecke hit double figures with gains of 12 and 10 respectively.

The chronicles also showed that the TC mem­ bers had thirteen free hours: three were spent in San Francisco, three in Des Moines, and seven in Anaheim, when everyone received free tickets to Disneyland. Perhaps Terry Laabs summed the trip up best when he said: “It we could do this all over again, I think it would be nice to have the people come to Watertown instead of the other way around; then we could have more time to practice our songs."

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ALUMNI Feature Column by Glen Schwanke....................

CAMPUS & CLASSROOM Feature Column by Mark Schroeder....................

COMMENCEMENT ORATIONS The Christian and His Government-Mark Zarling Emerson and America-James Bare......................

EDITORIALS November Second-Daniel Kelm...........................

Tradition and Traditionalism-Carl Springer . . . .

Untitled-Carl Springer..........................................

Where Are All the Heroes?-Carl Springer............

ESSAYS COVER STORIES The Buried Life-Robert Rhyne...........................

The Forgotten Empire-Fredrik Gildea...............

The Legend of Santa Lucia- Fredrik Gildea ....

Matthias Claudias—Joel Fredrich........................

Mil Fried mid Freud Fahr ich Dahin—Carl Springer . . .

Dcs St. Antonius von Padua Fisclipri’digt—Philip Merten The Songs of Zion-Robert Rhyne................................

Untitled-Charles Cortright............................................

ESSAYS Accreditation: Update and Analysis-Michael Albrecht.

Alaska!-Mark Wagner...................................................

Between the Ditches-Steven Steiner............................. ..

The Character of the North-Mark Wagner......................

Confessions of a Basketballic-Daniel Kelm.................

The Facts About Accreditation-Michael Albrecht..........

I Am Concerned-Lloyd Thompson...............................

Is Spirit Dead?-Michael Albrecht....................................

A Judean Night-Thomas Nass.........................................

The Lost Language-James Langebartels........................

Lutheranism Comes to Sweden-Fredrik Gildea...............

The Master Builder-Fredrik Gildea..................................

The Middle Ages: "Remember the Faith”—Joel Fredrich The Mystery Man-Thomas Nass.....................................

The "Other” Pieper-Carl Springer..................................

Parting Thoughts-Michael Albrecht...............................

Prelude to the Reformation-Joel Fredrich......................

Single Term Presidency-Thomas Nass. . .........................

They Labor in Vain-Michael Albrecht...........................

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Death and the Warrior-Don Pieper.................

Doorkeeper-Carl Springer.............................

For an Evening—Daniel Kelm...........................

The Haunting—Jeffrey Schallert......................

High Water-Don Pieper............................... ..

A Little Sleep, a Little Slumber-Carl Springer The Microscope—Paul Ibisch...........................

The Tie That Binds-Steven Steiner.................

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Etiquette at NWC-Joel Fredrich......................

The Gentleman’s Game-Thomas Nass...............

The Hebrew Menagerie-Charles Cortright How Great Were the Classics?-Jeffrey Schallert The Interview-Thomas Nass.............................

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POETRY Another Saturday Night-Don Pieper..........

Bourgeois-Terry Laabs................................

Daheim—Anonymous.....................................

Dead Child-Don Pieper................................

The Fall—Daniel Kelm..................................

He Never Left-Gregory Schulz....................

The Jester-Don Pieper......................... ...

The Kooks Come to Colorado-Philip Merten Land of Promise-Don Pieper........................

The Last Sunset-Don Pieper........................

Madison 53706-Don Pieper........................

My Grand-daddy's Hat-Don Pieper............

Save House-Daniel Kelm.............................

Untitled-Don Pieper.....................................

Untitled-Leland Punke................................

When Will I See You Again?-Don Pieper. . .

The Zoo-Terry Laabs..................................

REVIEWS Art: No Time Toulouse-Joel Leyrer............

The Battle for the Bible—Thomas Nass ....

The Best of Brahms-Robert Rhyne............

Civilized Savage-Joel Leyrer........................

Classical Review—Robert Rhyne...................

Contemporary Review-Joel Leyrer............

Courbet and the Realists-Joel Leyrer..........

Songs in the Key of Life-James Connell . . .

The Thirteenth Tribe-Joel Leyrer...............

The Trial of the Moke-Paul lbisch............

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