In this issue MAROON VeOur way to progressThe proposal by a faculty member and some student leaders toinvestigate the MAROON cannot be taken as a desire merely toimprove the MAROON’s quality while ostensibly remaining out ofthe province of the MAROON’s editorial policy.The MAROON always welcomes constructive criticism of its qual¬ity of writing, its coverage, its selection of stories, and other pointstliat the would-be investigators seem concerned about. Nowherecan anyone point to a rejection of such constructive criticism. TheMAROON is one of the few college newspapers in the land which isnot an adjunct of a journalism school, the adjunct of a faculty. Incompetition with other newspapers which have journalism schools,the MAROON was given a “first class honor” rating, just a fewpoints short of the highest honor.Yet, changes have been made that the MAROON is the “worstcollege newspaper.” To this we simply acknowledge that we areamateur journalists, staff members on our own time, with no creditfor our work, and that we are sincere in our task in attempting toproduce a good newspaper. We take this opportunity again to inviteall campus journalists interested in producing a good paper topoin us. -A proposal to consult with the editors of the MAROON on waysand means of improving the MAROON is one thing, but a proposalto “investigate the conduct of the MAROON” coming from a facultymember and student leaders who are vociferously opposed to theMAROON’s editorial policy, is quite another matter.$u*pect vendettaUnder the blind of “technical criticism,” we suspect a politiccalvendetta is being attempted. The use of labels such as “leftist bookreviews,” “leftist editorial policy” and “commies” smacks of thegood old smear technique.The MAROON is one of the increasingly small handful of collegepublications in this country free from faculty interference and admin¬istrative censorship. We are proud of that record and we shall con¬tinue to maintain it when such proposals for censorship and inter¬ference come under the guise of “technical improvement.”We recognize as much as anyone that the operation of a freepress is far from an absolute right. The laws of libel set limitson what men say. The exigency of war sets limits on what informa¬tion may be given out. Good taste sets limits on all speech.An within these limits, the Maroon will continue to report news♦o the University community. To improve this function, an expandedbeat system and extended staff training program is being launched,not out of fear of investigation but in genuine concern for the high¬est possible standards of quality for the MAROON.No sympathy for ostrichesWe will also continue to bring the world to the community. Noteverything of vital concern to the University occurs within the nar¬row confines of the Quadrangles. Events of the greatest significanceto higher education and to University students are constantly tak¬ing place. "Too often, in our narrow and petty fashion, we bury ourheads in the sand and sidestep these events. We of the MAROONhave no sympathy with such ostriches. We literally lift the latch tosuch material in our news and editorial columns alike.We shall continue to point out the good and bad in our University.We shall not hesitate to criticize even those who are shielded by theveil of authority.In our turn we do not expect to be spared criticism. But we believethat criticism leveled against us should be at all times honest, openlystated, justifiable, and constructive.To those who have something to criticize, we say: come in, talkthings over, discuss it with us. You’re always welcome at ReynoldsClub 201, the MAROON office.To those would-be investigators who would use MAROON short¬comings as a means of attnempting thought control, we say: no manand no force can put thought in a concentration camp forever. Noman and no force can take away from the world a free press thatembodies man’s eternal fight against tyranny of every kind. In thisfight the press is a weapon. And it is part of our dedication alwaysto make it a weapon for man’s freedom.SU to greetChancellorAn all-campus welcome will beaccorded Acting Chanecllor Law¬rence A. Kimpton next Fridayevening at a reception sponsoredby Student Union. The receptionwill be held in Ida Noyes, begin¬ning at 8 p.m. This will be thefirst opportunity for students tomeet and welcome the recentlyelected Chancellor.In the receiving line will beChancellor and Mrs. Kimpton,Dean and Mrs. Robert Strozier,and Hugh Brodkey, president ofStudent Union. Refreshments willbe served, and following the re¬ception there will be dancing inthe third floor theater.Check yearbook pixFourth - year college studentswhose pictures were taken byEcho: Midway are asked to stopin the yearbook office, Reynolds304, today and Monday. GarySteiner, yearbook editor-in-chief,states that information about thestudents is needed to accompanytheir pictures. Photo by ZimmermanChancellor KimptonSet draft exam deadlineDeadline for mailing applica-tion for the student draft-defer¬ment examinations will be May 15.' Applications for the tests, to begiven May 26, June 16 and June30, are obtainable at any localdraft board. The board nearestcampus is Illinois Board 79, 6257Woodlawn, SQ committeeremoves chargeAt a meeting of the Committeeon Recognized Student Organi¬zations, held last Monday, it wasdecided that there was no basisfor an indictment of ISL. The mo¬tion to indict was henceforth with¬drawn by its author, FrankRosen. At a meeting held the pre¬vious week, the committee heardtestimony from Hugh Lane andFrank Logan.The original motion for indict¬ment was made after NPSLcharged ISL with making falsestatements about NPSL in itsposters. University of Chicago, May 11, 1951ISL sweeps NSA electionsThe Independent Students League took all 20 elective positions in the recent NSA elec¬tions. 1453 ballots were counted. The elections were held to determine delegates and al¬ternates to the national NSA convention, who function as regional delegates, and regionalalternates.ISL win is decisiveThe National NSA convention will be held in Minneapolis, August 20-29.The ISL believes the election to have been quite decisive, in that the highest NPSLcandidate received 512 votes while.•I . . the lowest ISL candidate receivedAlpha Delts vote to repin ^^"Lna^onvenaondelegates were: Anton W. De-Porte (802), of the social sciencedivision, vice - president of thisyear’s Student Government andby Ed Wolpert delegate to the 1951 regional con-Alpha Delta Phi voted to accept an Inter-Fraternity Coun- vention; Sander Levin (856), col-cil invitation to rejoin the Council at a chapter meeting held lese> chairman of this year’s SGTuesday. The move climaxed months of negotiations. mem^er the_ , , T t-. ^ r, . . a j, ACCLC, and delegate to the re-The Alpha Delts withdrew from I-F Council during Autumn „ional convention • Frank Loe-anquarter of 1949 because of policy disagreements. Since that g ’ ^time efforts have been made to amend the I-F constitution.Joins for next meetingthe Inter-Fraternity CouncilBill Newman, Alpha Delta Phipresident, stated “We feel thatour objective of improving theI-F Council will be best obtainedby returning to the Council rath¬er than remaining without.” TheAlpha Delts will have a repre¬sentative at next Monday’s I-FCouncil meeting.Paul Kaup, president of I-FCouncil, could not be reached forcomment, but Ed Wolpert, I-F sec¬retary, said “it will be a pleasureto work with the Alpha Delts oncemore.” I-F's pleasedIndividual members of the 12UC fraternities, Alpha Delta Phi,Beta Theta PI, Delta Kappa Epsi¬lon. Delta Upsilon, Kappa AlphaPsi, Phi Delta Theta, Phi GammaDelta, Phi Kappa Psi, Phi SigmaDelta, Psi Upsilon, Sigma Chi,and Zeta Beta Tau, were pleasedto hear that all fraternities oncampus were once more unitedunder the aegis of the Inter-Fra-tomity Council. (895), social sciences, member ofStudent - Faculty - AdministrationCourt, member of the ACCLC,and delegate to NSA NationalConventions in 1949 and 1950;Alexander Pope (911), law, dele¬gate to NSA conventions in 1948,1949, and 1950; and Roger Wood-worth (921), college, this year’spresident of SG, chairman ofACCLC, delegate to the 1950 NSAnational convention.List alternatesNational Convention Alternateswere: Larry Buttenweiser (790),Bob LeVine (818), HermanRichey (789), Charlotte Toll (818),and Gerry Weinberg (807).Government burns Towle book,calls it viciously un-American'Three thousand six hundred copies of the book Common Human Needs by ProfessorCharlotte Towle of the School of Social Service Administration were destroyed by the Gov¬ernment Printing Office last month according to a Washington Post article Apr. 17.Oscar Ewing, Federal Security Administrator, gave the order following a condemnationby Dr. Elmer Handerson, president of the American Medical Association.Henderson stated in the AM A Journal of March 31 that the book illustrates the socialisticbasis of the administration. In an- —other release, quoted in the Post a letter to Ewing released to the freedom of thought in our coun¬article, the AMA denounced the MAROON, makes clear Towle’s try.”pamphlet as “viciously un-Amer- use of the word “socialize” as “to Professor Phyllis Osborn, for-ican.” The CIO News comments render social, especially to fit or merly of the Bureau of Public As-that the AMA timed this attack train for a society or social en- sistance, writes in a public state-to coincide with the vote on the vironment.” ment: “It is probably not theGive statement slightest exaggeration to say thatShe further states: “If your the piece of professional literatureThe main controversy centers (EwinS’s> r<:ason f(>r destroying under consideration has been■ound the following quote: “So- Publlcatl°u was to appease more helpful than any other singlecial security and Dublic assistance the group who misinterpret a document in providing the thou-nrocrams are a basic essential for phrase or even obJect to the phi- sands of persons engaged in theattainment of the socialized state L°hTef7 .hfnkvof ha™ In'ume'H' adminis‘™,ion °/ Public afls«-envisaged in a democratic ideol- p“Jet’ 1 . ,ink you have an unten‘ ance with a greater degree of un-ogvaway of life which so far able ?°s\tlorl • • * 1 think the is‘ ^standing with respect to thehS’been resized only in slight s^es involved, however, transcend effects on .the human spirit ofmpasmt ” 1 ^ y g the importance of this one publi- emotional deprivation ... old age,cation. The issues that concern me family conflict and the many oth-SSA Dean Helen R. Wright in most are related to the future of er social hazards .. .”Complete revamp of DePctUW beats UC in trackReynolds Club beginsFSA appropriation which was cutDispute quoteThe mainaround the following quote: “So-Reynolds club attenders, whoconstitute a large and vociferoussection of the campus population,are being temporarily excludedfrom their South Lounge hang¬out while the University spendsmoney for the advancement ofbridge playing.A complete remodeling offloors, ceilings, carpet, woodwork,fireplace, walls, pictures, lighting,radiators and information deskis being carried out.North Lounge students who dis¬dain from entering the SouthLounge will not receive an envir¬onmental face-lifting. Inst e a dthey must suffer the insufferableimmaturity of the South Loungebums. by Ashby Smith and Bob MarchThe UC track team last Saturday suffered its first defeatin four outdoor meets at the hands (or feet) of De PauwUniversity. The score was 79-52.The De Pauw squad demonstrated its vast superiority tothe Maroons by taking 10 of the 15 first places.Goff tops againMarc Goff again led Chicago in scoring with 11 points,taking first in the high jump andsecond in the high hurdles andthe broad jump. Captain -VernGras remained undefeated inhurdles competition, winning boththe highs and the lows.Hugh Brodkey’s win in the mile date, and took second in bothjavelin and discus.Chuck Norcross took second inthe shot, Dave Saffer was runner-up in the mile, and Art Reilleycame in second in the two-mile.and Ash Smith’s two-mile victory Paul Michael had the rare expe-rounded out Chicago’s total offive firsts.Gray improvesClive Gray, promising freshmanweight tosser, threw the javelin121 feet, his best performance to rience of tying for second in the100-yard dash. Freshman middle-distance man Phil Wyatt con¬tinued to improve his perform¬ances, taking third in the 220 and440..' $ 1Page 2 THE CHICAGO MAROON May 11, 1951Wolins blasts coffee shop,screams for investigationby Fred WinsbergStudents have long been demanding lower coffee shop prices. In accordance with thelaws of supply and demand they have been supplied with higher prices.Veteran ferro-gastric men report that though there has been no significant slip in thequality of the slop (apparently this is impossible), the quantity has in many cases suffered.One student in commenting on the flavor of the coffee, for which he had paid 10 cents,said “It tastes like mud.” The classic reply to this remark is “Yes, is was ground thismorning.”Milk up and pleasant appearance. manner in which the investigationMilk, which also sells for a dime “6. Aristotle’s Metaphysics,now, is distributed in smaller “A. A survey of the is to be made.existing Notes Communist influenceis distributed inamounts thus compensating the conditions is the first step. Wolins remai Red that he had“B. The investigation of the con- seen students reading leftiststudent for the price rise. duct of the coffee shop represents books in the coffee shop. He alsoThough it has been charged on the second step and is to be based noted that hotdogs are oftenoccasion that the hot dogs in the upon the results of the survey as called red-hots,coffee shop are part of a nation material evidence. Several cups of coffe were“C. A MAROON subcommittee asked for statements but refusedis to be appointed to ascertain the to comment.wide experiment being conductedby the AMA on the effect of sec¬ond hand food on the developmentof ulcers, even those conserva¬tive individuals who are not com¬pletely convinced of this accusa¬tion think that the new price oftwenty cents is two cents abovethe old price of eighteen cents.Wolins upholds AristotleLeRoy Wolins, MAROON busi¬ness manager, has proposed “Aninvestigation of all the foodserved on all the plates in thecoffee shop during 1950-1951 bemade by a group of judges whowould be able to analyze the cof¬fee shop in the light of its ownexperimental tendencies as wellas traditional culinary practices.“The analysis would be basedon six criteria:"1. Choice of what to serve.“2. Knowledge of how to pre¬pare what one serves.“3. Presence of suitable back¬ground.“4. Ability to serve in good*tyle.“5. Ability to present intelligentNeed diplomatsStudents between 21 and 30years- old interested in workingfor the State Department as for¬eign service officers will have anopportunity to apply before June29. The jobs are open to peoplewith a good reading knowledge ofa foreign language.Two per cent of the applicantsaccepted will be women.Interested students should seeDean Strozier. Hurry! 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General Renfrow has said that should there be no test score fora student seeking deferment, the draft board may order his induction.Now is the time to prepare for this all-important test which will help determinewhether you can serve your country best by continuing your studies or entering theArmed Forces.WHAT THE APTITUDE TEST WILL ASK YOUThere is no quicker, easier, more inexpensive preparation than PRACTICE FORTHE ARMY TESTS. This “on-the-ball” book contains complete, simplified studymaterial for the questions and answers on the four subjects you must know to obtaina high score, it covers: 1. Ability to read and comprehend materials collegians muststudy; 2. Ability to deal with words; 3. Interpretation of data in charts, graphs, tables,and diagrams; 4. Arithmetical reasoning which will require no advanced mathema¬tical knowledge. These are the announced subjectsof the test. And these are the subjects for whichPRACTICE FQR THE ARMY TESTS prepares you.GET IT AT YOUR COLLEGE BOOKSTOREPRACTICE FOR THE ARMY TESTS is vitally im¬portant to your career. Get your copy immediately!If the college bookstore is out of stock, give them yourorder and they’ll have a new stock in a few days.BARNES & NOBLE, Inc.105 FMlk Ave. New York 3, N.Y. June GraduatesMake Your Appointment NowFor that Graduation PortraitGowns Available'}J/ie rjdMum. PHO rOGRAPHERSMIDWAY 3-4433 1171 EAST 55th STREETAll-Around Sports Favorites!Comfortable, ColorfulARROW RASQUE SHIRTS#1.25 upPerfect for sports and leisure wear. Arrow basqueshirts are extra-comfortable . . . absorbent, trim¬fitting, knit in a springy weave that “gives” withevery twist and stretch of your body. Choose themhere in solids, whites and patterns.fOR ARROW UNIVERSITY STYLESForA SeasonIn the Sun . . .ARROWBasque ShirtsEvery man wants sev¬eral of these coolbasque shirts for sum¬mer — they’re thecoolest, most comfort¬able leisure shirts weknow. Trim-fitting.Smart looking. Per¬fect with all yoursports outfits. Seethem at your favoriteArrow dealer’s..25 to $3.953)ARROWshirts& TIESARROW ~) UNDERWEAR • HANDKERCHIEFS • SPORTS SHIRTS1851-1951HERSREET May II. T951 THE CHICAGO MAROON Page 3> Students invited to attendmodel Atlantic conventionAn invitation for lie students to participate in a ModelAtlantic Convention to be held Jun. 8-10 at the Congress Hotelwas extended this week by Julian J. Steen, chairman of theChicago chapter of the Atlantic Union, the organization spon¬soring the convention.According to Steen, who describes the proposed meeting as"A unique experiment in inter-democratic collaboration,” the lers and William A. Duggan,convention will be comprised United States,of approximately 75 Chicagoland Other students or faculty mem-delegates representing 13 western bers interested in volunteeringdemocracies, and of observers for their participation in the conven-20 other non-Communist nations, tion, or their assistance in organ-The primary purpose of this the assembly, may commu-Atlantic Convention will be to de- nicate with Professor J. J. Steen,bate and adopt a model constitu- *0 N. Clark St., ST 2-3774.Nr Pi Sigmaholds electionThe following young womenwere recently elected to Nu Pition for an eventual “Union ofDemocracies.” A secondary objec¬tive according to Steen ,is to mo¬bilize midwest public sentimentbehind the Atlantic Union concur¬rent resolution already pendingin the US Congress, calling for anexploratory federal convention of Sigma, honorary organization forthe North Atlantic Pact nations outstanding leadership in studentto discuss the possibility of afederal union among themselves.Chicago students selected toserve as delegates or observers at activities: Lois Carlson, Pat Edge-worth, Molly Felker, Joy Grod-zins, Marilyn Kolber, Louise Lat¬sis, Esther Millman, Virginiathe convention are Demetrius Mills, Mary Ross, Ethel Schweizer,Cordas, Greece; Ansuya Joshi,Indian Dr. Kosuke Kimura, Japan;Dr. Peter Offner, Great Britain;Nicolas Jan Bakhuyzen, Nether¬lands; Leopold A. Goldschmidt,Denmark; and Lester P. Woh- Josie Shafir, Janet Stewart, Char¬lotte Toll, Carolyn Weist, andJoyce Zeger. The announcementwas made recently by CarolSaunders, assistant director ofstudent activities.DjLh&w aShe wants important work- ajob with opportunity-one that tnents. respect in her community.She want* a good udm >° **can have nice clothe, and the thing* thago with better living.She want, to —« and mingl.„Uh interesting, attractive people.pleasant surroundings. Cobb host toroaring blazeby Steve WilsonA near panic was narrowlyaverted Wednesday in Cobb Hallas fifteen of Chicago’s finest fire¬men, and one of Chicagos finestprofessors battled a roaring blazein a desk in room 310.Although no suspects have beenarrested as yet, an unidentifiedprofessor said in a secret inter¬view with a MAROON reporterthat “probably someone used thedesk for an ashtray.”MAROON reporters on thescene counted “three little red;cars,” “one big red car,” and “alittle black one.”LYL activitycauses clashMembers of the Labor YouthLeague and the Republican Clubclashed over the Willie McGeecase last Monday in the presenceof about fifty students in Mandelcorridor. (McGee was executedTuesday morning.) LYL was cir¬culating telegram blanks ad¬dressed to President Truman, ask¬ing him to use the influence ofhis office to intervene.Richard Allen, law student, whois president of the RepublicanClub, charged that the petitioningtended to undermine the existinglegal structure of the US. Hestated that the courts should notbe interefered with. That Negroeswere excluded from the jury, hesaid, remains to be proved. Allthat can be said is that they werenot included, he remarked.• Another law student said thatthe petitioning was carried outnot to save McGee but to destroyAmerican democracy.Frank Rosen and Dan Fox ofLYL replied that they did not be¬lieve justice to be a hermeticallysealed process. They claimedthat the Mississippi courts are in¬fluenced by their white suprema¬cist environment and serve to per¬petuate white supremacy, thegreatest threat to democracy. MAROON cancelscourseThe MAROON-sponsored news¬writing course was cancelled thisweek, John V. Hurst, training di¬rector, announced. Hurst gave poorattendance os his reason for themove.A,.LL these THINGS can be yours after graduation,■8 a Service Representative for the Illinois Bell TelephoneCompany.Yes — there arc desirable openings for a select groupof college girls in this stimulating, challenging work.June commitments are now being made.You’ll like the responsibilities that go with this posi¬tion and the opportunities that are open to you. You’lllike the salary, too — $44 to start for a five-day week($191 a month) and regular increases every three monthsfor several years.As a Service Representative, you'll have charge of theaccounts of your own group of telephone customers.You’ll be “Miss Telephone” to them — handle theirrequests for service, their questions, their problems. It’sfascinating work!Interested? Then see Miss Allan, Employment Office—Women, 309 W. Washington St., Chicago, Illinois, oryour own College Employment Bureau.ILLINOIS BELL TELEPHONE COMPANY Business Careers') via French danceat fnt. HouseLe Bal du Printemps, Interna¬tional Houses’ quarterly semi-formal dance, will be held Satur¬day, May 19, 10 p.m. to 1 a.m.,at International House. Tickets atone dollar per person are avail¬able now at the information deskat International House.Refreshments and music byJack Holbrook and his Stardust-ers will be offered.Free corsages and a Frenchatmosphere will be featured.•Sell 1950 compsat UC bookstoreLast year’s comps are now onsale at the UC bookstore. Copiesof tests in all college subjects ex¬cept physical science are available.SU sponsors partyin Hutchinson CourtA Circle Party, sponsored bySU, will be held tomorrow nightin Hutchinson Court, from 3 to11 p.m. The party will featuresquare, folk, and social dancing,along with folk singing. Admis¬sion is free and refreshmentswill be served at cost.Jewish leadersspeak on NazisThe renazification of Germanyand the Potsdam Conference arethe two subjects which will bediscussed by the Faculty-Gradu¬ate Committee for Peace nextThursday at 7:45 p.m. in Rosen-wald 2.Short lectures on the subjectwill be given by Rabbi SydneyJacobs, executive secretary of theAmerican Jewish Congress, andMillard Binyn of the HistoryDepartment.COLLEGE4-MONTH INTENSIVE COURSESECRETARIAL TRAINING forCOLLEGE STUDENTS and GRADUATESStarting June, October, FebruaryBulletin A, on request.Registration now open.NEXT COURSE STARTS JUNE 11Lifetime Placement ServiceWrite Admission CounselorCo-Educational • G. I. ApprovedTHE GREGG COLLEGE37 South Wabash Avenue, Chicago 3. IllinoisPhone S3.'ate 2-1880 TERESA DOLANDANCING SCHOOLLearn to Dance NowPrivate and Class LessonsBacked by 35 Years ExperienceDaily 12 noon to 10 p.m.1208 E. 63rd St. Tel. HY 3-3080Foimula for SuccessAdd Katharine Gibbs secretarial train¬ing to your college education! With thiscombination, you’re prepared to go farin any business or profession.Write College Course Dean Jor catalogKatharine Gibbs230 Park Ave.. NEW YORK 17511 Superior St, CHICAGO 11 33 Plymouth St, MONTCLAIR155 Angell St., PROVIDENCE 690 Marlborough St., BOSTON 16 ; CHICAGO COLLEGE ofOPTOMETRYFully AccreditedAn Outstanding Collegein a Splendid ProfessionEntrance requirement thirty se¬mester hours of credits in speci¬fied courses. Advanced standinggranted for additional L. A. creditsin specified courses.Registration Now OpenExcellent clinical facilities. Rec¬reational and athletic activities.Dormitories on campus. Approvedfor Veterans.1845-X Larrabee St.CHICAGO 14, ILLINOIS Levi to speakat conferenceUC Law School will sponsor aConference on Illinois constitu¬tional amendments Saturday. Themeeting, third in a series of con¬ferences on important legal ques¬tions will be* addressed by notedlegal minds including Dean ofthe UC Law School Edward H.Levi, UC professor of law; Ken¬neth C. Sears, and Illinois’ ex¬governor Dwight H. Green.The first part of the program, adiscussion of various aspects ofthe Illinois Constitution of 1870,will start at 10 a.m. in BreastedHall of Oriental Institute.The session will be followed byluncheon at the Quadrangle Club,and an afternoon session. Cock¬tails will be served at 5 p.m. anddinner and an evening sessionwill terminate the meeting.Birenbaum advisesFulbright filing nowApplication papers for the pre-Ph.D. graduate student FulbrightProgram can now be obtained inReynolds Club 202, according toWilliam Birenbaum, assistantFulbright adviser.In his statement Birenbaum ad¬vised interested students to applysoon, since the forms require con¬siderable attention and should befiled as soon as possible.S J plans outingat Devil’s LakeA week-end camping and hikingtrip to Devil’s Lake, Baraboo,Wis.) is scheduled for May 19-20by the Outing Department of Stu¬dent Union. An approximate costof $10.00 will include food andtransportation. For further infor¬mation call Dick Wisowaty, AL2-3520.SCA holds dance,weinie roast at lakeThe Student Christian Associa¬tion will sponsor an outing, fea¬turing a hot dog roast and squai’edancing, Sunday at 6 p.m., a< thePromontory, 55th and the lake.Admission to the dance will be35 cents and food will cost 50cents a plate.Peace fellowshipsponsors lectureDr. Abraham Cronback, scholarand teacher, and Professor Emer¬itus at Hebrew Union College inCincinnati, will speak on “Juda¬ism and Peace” in Graham TaylorHall of the Chicago TheologicalSeminary, Tuesday at 8 p.m.The meeting, which is spon¬sored by the Jewish Peace Fel¬lowship, will be open to the pub-lifc; there will be no admissioncharge.m <, * * ^ n * "CollegeMexico CityWHY NOT STUDY IN MEXICO?Distinguished Faculty — Ideal Climate — Reasonable Living CostsQuarterly SessionSUMMER—Mid-June to Mid-AugustFALL —Late September to Mid-JuneWiNTER—Early January to Mid-MarchSFRING —Mid-March to early JuneM.A. and B.A. DEGREES inSpanish, Art, Philosophy, Anthropology, Economics, Geography,History, Latin American Studies, International Relations.B.A. DEGREES also in:English, Creative Writing, Drama and Speech, Journalism,Education, Psychology.SiiitiiMcr Bulletins \otr ArailuhleApproved for VeteransWrite for Catalogue:Dean of Admission Chiapas 136 Mexico, D.F.r , RecentScience FictionRENAISSANCE, a Novel ofMankind on Two Worlds byRaymond. F. Jones . . .$2.75ADVENTURES IN TOMOR¬ROW, a Galaxy of ScienceFiction Stories, edited byKendell Foster Crossen$3.50TYPEWRITER IN THE SKYand FEAR, Two Novels by L.Ron Hubbard $2.75Clark & ClarkBooksellers1204 East 55th Street10 A.M. to 9 P.M.APage 4 THE CHICAGO MAROON May 11, lStudents write on inquiryPeace, oure and simple"—Robert Maynard HutchinsIssued once weekly by the publisher, The Chicago Maroon, at the publicationoffice, 5706 South University Avenue, Chicago 37, Illinois. Telephones: EditorialOffice, Midway 3-0800, Ext. 1012; Business and Adverti ng Offices, Midway3-0800, Ext. 1011. Distributed free of charge, and subscriptions by mail, $4 per year.CHARLES GARVINEditor-in- Chief LEROY WOLINSBusiness ManagerFriendship with FrankfortThe University of Chicago is'a sister university to the Universityof Frankfort, German. A committee has been formed to revitalizethis relationship. There is much talk of world friendship and nowwe have an opportunity to promote it on our own campus. TheMAROON goes on record as 'supporting this committee and willcontinue to support such efforts toward world understanding includ¬ing the SG proposal for exchange with foreign universities.Hang Tough itReports on the fight foracademic freedomby Fred Gearing and Martin OransLast week it was suggested that theMAROON be Investigated. A summaryof Mr. Schwab’s opinion as understoodby Martin Orans in an interview isthat: (1) the MAROON is stylisticallypoor, and its news coverage biased forpolitical effect; (2) the MAROON staffIs not representative politically of thestudent body; (3) students have indi¬cated to him that these conditions pre¬vail because persons with political viewsdifferent than those of the majorityot the MAROON staff are made miser¬able by devious tactics of leftist staffmembers, and for this reason they leavethe paper. Mr. Schwab holds that anInvestigation is needed to establish ordisprove the aforementioned allega¬tions; he conceives the Investigationas primarily concerned with style andcoverage.,yve hold that the proposed investiga¬tion is ill-conceived. Such an investiga¬tion would concern itself with MAROONobjectivity. What does objectivity inchoice of what to report and interpre¬tation of what is reported mean? Whatis reported necessarily involves a valueJudgment as to what is important; allreporting involves Interpretation andall interpretation of news with politicalcontent is dependent on individual po¬litical views. What then might an in¬vestigation remaining “objective” un¬cover other than that about which there are rules of objectivity somewhatdefinite, i.e., grammatical and linguisticusage? Therefore, we are convinced thateven the most well-intentioned investi¬gators could not avoid making politicaljudgments under the cover of objec¬tivity.Further, an investigation under fac¬ulty or administration auspices is un¬democratic in that it shifts responsibil¬ity from individual students to a higherauthority, thereby depriving those stu¬dents of the opportunity to learn thetechnique of effectuating their viewsin a democratic situation. If it is indeedtrue that some persons have been mademiserable and have therefore withdrawnfrom the staff this demonstrates thatthey have not yet learned one of thebasic facts of democratic politics:namely, majorities attempt to preservetheir position (and by “devious means”such as parliamentary manipulation),and minorities attempt to change thatposition. Minority situations are alwaysfrustrating.Finally the investigation, irrespectiveof the integrity of aims of the presentinitiators, would be a dangerous prece¬dent. The investigating technique hasbeen used at other institutions andcould be so used here to eliminate min¬ority political expression.We believe that the aims of this in¬vestigation are unattainable, that theinvestigation would be detrimental tothe development of democratic respon¬sibility. and know-how and that itwould be dangerous as a precedent. The recommendation of the Student-Faculty-Administration Committee fora survey of evidence on, and investiga¬tion of the quality of the MAROON’Sservice to the campus may require someexplanation in a community that hashad such unhappy experience withother investigations. As members of theCommittee, favoring the resolution, wewould like to make our motives clearto our fellow students.The investigation is not motivated byany disagreement with any particularpolicies, practices, statements, or actionsof this, or any former year’s MAROON.It in no sense reflects any judgmenton the efforts of this or any formeryear’s staff. It is not aimed at directingor pressuring the MAROON in any pre¬viously-determined direction.The recommendation is based on theserious wide-spread and long existentconcern among all groups on campusabout the variable success the MAROONha6 met in its efforts to serve thecampus. This concern has long beenrecognized and acknowledged by theMAROON. It is our hope and beiiefthat the recommended survey by animpartial, expert commission will yieldan evaluation of past performance anda formulation of future goals that willassist the MAROON staff in their con¬tinuing endeavor to improve the qual¬ity of their paper.It is in this spirit that we commendthe proposed investigation to the stu¬dent body, the MAROON staff, and theDean of Students.Hugh Brodkey, Ann Collar, Anton W.DePorte, Molly Fellier, Francis D.Logan, Emonuel Savas, Roger H.Woodworth.(Editor’s note: the individuals sign¬ing this letter sign for themselves, ar.ddo not commit their organizations tothis viewpoint.) nominally true would be certlfiablyscurrilous and abusive; or (we rejectthe first out of hand) he has in factready many college papers (a sufficientnumber^for his statement to be releasedfrom moral impeachment), in whichevent the statement is demonstrablyfalse. The first possibility Impugns Illscharacter, the second his mind. I pro¬pose that the investigating committeeenter upon its duties by summoningfrom the gentleman a list of the othercollege papers with which his statementpresumes acquaintance. A tolerably Ju¬dicious comparison of these with theMAROON will show the MAROON to bean ordinary, middling, mediocre, un¬distinguished college newspaper, betterthan some, worse than others.I should like to see tlSe students rallyabout the MAROON in this hour whenthere is more justice in its ranks thanthose of its eftemies. We have all en¬joyed vilifying it in private, and right¬ly, but that was, as it were, all withinthe family. I am grieved that it shouldnow be subjected to the rough handsof an investigation. Mr. Schwab isguilty of a miserable lack of knowledgeshould he think that the vulgar tram-plings of his investigation will persuadethe wiser and more sensitive studentsto join the MAROON to refurbish it.Rather will they stay away (even morethan before) from the hootings of thecrass. Now that the investigation haslaunched there is probably littuf ,of stopping it, let us hope it w mfine itself narrowly to such iss Lwnether the MAROON is run frcratlcally and whether there is dontlon by cliques. Any lack of quamother imperfections due to other ™should be left wholly to studentgponse. ucniRobert Gene Glosul had it to doall over again,I d do itall over you!”What better place thanJIMMY’S—ot 55th ond NVoodlownSfc d ffjJ. A. B.Incredulous merriment was my firsti^sponse to today’s issue of theMAROON, reporting the “outrageous in¬dignation” of one Mr. Schwab againstthe MAROON’s own. This was the potcalling the kettle black.Perhaps the MAROON has misquotedthe gentleman. He could hardly havesaid that “the MAROON is the wbrstcollege paper I have ever seen in mylife.’’ For either this Mr. Schwab hasread only the MAROON (and possiblyone or two other college papers to boot),in which case the statement, while Are we to take It that Mr. Schwabhas senatorial aspirations, or is this Justnostalgia for the days of the Inquisi¬tion? It is easy to foretell the course ofUC’s own little investigating committee:under the pretext of investigating Jour¬nalistic matters, the committee will bea sounding board for irresponsible slursof “Communist.” The lackeys of themediocre and the commonplace alreadycontrol too many campus activities—more power to the MAROON!Ed NelsonWhy I Voted "No itStatement by William Birenbaum, Di¬rector of Student ActivitiesMany students have asked me whyI voted against the proposal to “sur¬vey” and “investigate’’ the MAROONwith a view to reforming the paper.I voted “no” for two reasons.First,I do not believe that a “survey” by"experts” will tell anybody anythingnot already known and appreciatedabout"the MAROON. The facts ofMAROON-life are not obscure. As ajournalistic product the paper is im¬perfect. As an expression of the politicalbeliefs and as a resume of the politicalactions of the student body, the MA¬ROON is, and has been inaccurate.The distant past need not be searchedto confirm these conclusions. Lastweek’s MAROON contained typical evi¬dence. The report of Stringfellow Barr’saddress was a distortion. The omissionDf any report of the important all¬campus NS A elections was a condemn¬ing example. - ,But if students know a misplacedcomma, a misused pronoun, a misrepre¬sentation of fact when they see it, andIf the students know when their ownpolitical beliefs and actions are inac¬curately and unfairly reported, then a"survey” to confirm these things issuperfluous and wasteful, and concealsthe basic problem. The student body isnot stupid. The student body does notneed to be shepherded by a board of"experts" or protected by an investiga¬tory commission.SecondThe basic problem of the MAROONIs political. Experts and investigatorsmay attempt to disguise what theywould be doing by saying that theywould deal with a journalistic problem.They could not avoid the politicalproblem. No investigation of theMAROON with the implied purpose ofreforming the paper could avoid evalu¬ating and judging the political beliefsand actions of the students who are apart of the MAROON. The purpose ofInvestigation and reformation is clear:It is to remove or alter one set of po¬litical beliefs and actions on the paperand to supplant them with another.The fundamental issue is simple: itIs whether or not an official or semi¬official investigation is the propermeans and the best means in a demo¬cratic student community, to achievethis result.Investigation does not jibe wi’.h thetraditional democratic methods em¬ployed by the students, the administra¬tion or the faculty to achieve politicalresults. Investigation—with the sanctionof administrative authority, does notJibe with the traditional approach of the administration to the problems ofstudent organizations, student politicsand the expression of student belief.The traditional approach has been toencourage and promote the facilitiesfor unfettered, free opportunity for ac¬tion and thought, and for direct partlcipation by student-citizens in theaffairs of their organizations. This ap¬proach is based on a principle of edu¬cation. The principle is: the art ofdemocratic living can best be learnedby practice; that the students, being ex¬posed to a curriculum designed to ex¬plain the democratic process, and beingafforded the opportunity for practice,may choose or not choose to practicethe art. It has always been understoodby those who make these choices, thatthey must live with the consequencesof their choices.To implement this principle the Stu¬dent Code has been constructed, andplaced subject to the review of theStudent Government. And the Bill ofRights has been made an implicit partof that Code.The political beliefs and actions ofthe students working on the MAROONare not above the review of the generalcitizenry. They are, and should be, sub¬ject to the effective review of the stu¬dent body. The question is: how do thestudents review and change the politicalcharacter of a student organizationlike the MAROON? It is one thing forreview and change to result from directparticipation in the traditional demo¬cratic process. It is quite another thingfor review and change to result fromthe establishments of a special adminis¬trative bureau bearing the sanction ofthe highest governmental authority Inthe community. In one case citizenstake sides as a result of their ownthought and actions; in the other casethe highest governmental authoritynecessarily lends its weight to one sideor another, unavoidably influencing thethought and action of citizens. In onecase citizens police thought and action;in the other case government becomesthe policeman, albeit an unwilling, un¬intentional policeman.Who should judge and act? The stu¬dents should Judge and act; not theadministration, not the faculty, not aparticular group of students who havebeen elected to office on a platform empty of reference to "he MAROON—not any combination of these. Thestudent body, having the power, andthe real interest, should Judge and act.The investigatory committee, as a de¬vice, is a recognition of the imper¬fection of democratic government. Atthe complex national le^el, it may be anecessary evil. At the local level of stu¬dent organization, it is an evil whichis unnecessary—IF T IE STUDENTSACT.How can the students act?They may Join the MAROON, andthrough their labor and votes influenceand control policy, political and Jour¬nalistic.They may organize and compete withthe MAROON. No monopoly in thisarea of student activity has ever beenconsidered inviolate by the administra¬tion. .They may seek the advice and counselof the faculty and administration, as amatter of eduction, in order to discoverby thinking and doing, how to solve thepoltlcal and journalistic problems of astudent newspaper.And finally, as a part of the news¬paper, they may reorganize, creatingany device they desire, to place themaking of the policies of the paper inmore direct relationship to the studentbody.These courses of action require workand thought. They do not condonespoon-feeding by experts. They do notpermit an investigatory committee topull the students’ chestnuts out of thefire. They place responsibility where itproperly belongs in a student activity—upon the students who participate.They Involve a price—participation. Butthe price of apathy is also high. I do not like the MAROON. I thinkit is a poor newspaper, and not evena good college newspaper. The writingis poor. The staff has, as Mr. Schwabcontends, “no idea of what to ’ap¬plaud’.” The MAROON is biased.The MAROON is, with all this, stilla college newspaper, run by students.Some of its faults stem from the factthat few students, and hence few ofUs staff, are experienced Journalists.Other of its faults stem from the pecu¬liar orientation of a “non-conformistuniversity. ’ Still others stem from alack of willingness to work on the partOf the opponents of the policies of thepresent MAROON leadership. Thesefaults, some excusable, others not, we,the student body, are responsible for.To these faults and troubles are nowto be added the burden of working un¬der the threat of Investigation andoverturn. Investigations by themselvesare neither good nor bad. On the otherhand, an Investigation of a studententerprise by a group composed atleast partially of faculty members, andsparked by a resolution Introduced in avindictive mood, leads one to suspectthe worst.We have seen too much suppressionunder the guise of fighting communistdomination in our time. To one who hasalways thought of Chicago as a bastionof freedom it is disappointing to seewhat appears at first blush to be anattack on student rights emanatingfrom one who has always stood for the“Chicago Plan.” YOUMay Qualify to serve asDelegate atMODEL ATLANTICCONVENTIONA "grass roots"Constitutional Assemblyof citizens of 30-35 freenations—to be held atCongress HotelJune 8-10, 1951Two additional U. of Cstudents to be selected foithis historic event. Seneapplications toJ. J. SteenDirector, Project "MAC/10 No. Clark St.Chicago 2 STate 2-3774rAp rAp rAp rAp rAi rAp rAps PRING/is the time forC OLORNoivj. B. 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IN(£> JVji", me Coca-Cola CompanyEditors this issueLiterary supplement editor:Hillel Black.Short Story Editor:Jack BurgessPoetry Editor: Joan Du Brow Two ten-dollar prizes wereawarded by the editors of Ventureto Park Honan for his story, TheHighway to Eldorado, and PaulCarroll for his poem, It Is theDay.Both prize winners are major¬ing in English.The woodcuts in Venture weredone by Pete Gourfain.The Highway to Eldorado Prize-winning storyby Pork HonanThe great concrete roadbed which Is called the highway to Eldo¬rado turns upward, suddenly, and sweeps on to a vast, arid, bakingdesert. Not a flower subsists on this plain. Not an animal breathes.The highway here is straight.16:30 A.M.• Jesus what a view. We ought to be able to try out the new baby-carriage at any rate. See any traffic cops? God damn it, it’s hot.”“Harry, be careful." *“On a stretch like this? T.»at Mahoney bastard swore this Chewyhad wings. Do you know he said she'd make over a hundred? She’dGod damn well better do a hundred: Mahoney took eight hundredfrom me for her. You don’t save eight hundred every month in a lousylittle office. Come on, you—’’“Harry, look. What’s that?"“What?"“Slow down, it’s a hitch-hiker—and there’s a sign down past him.Slow down, honey.”“It looks like a God damn Mexican. Can you read the sign?"“Slower, honey. It says, This Way to Eldorado! Oh. You’ve passedthe turn-off."“What the hell? That couldn’t have been any turn-off, it was alousy dirt cow path. See if anybody’s coming* I’ll pull over."“Harry, the dirt road goes to the right, straight out over thedesert!” >“You’re sure the sign pointed off that way? That Mexican isn’tcoming toward us, is he?”“No. He’s watching us—he’s just standing back there by the turn¬ off. The sign pointed that way, Harry. Look, the Mexican’s motioninglor us to come back. He’s just a boy.”“Must be some God damn screw-up. Eldorado’s a big vacationplace: there wouldn’t be no cow-path leading into it. Hell, we’ll keepon the straight highway. Put your head in.”“Harry, what about the Mexican?"“What about him?”“Shouldn’t we pick him up—he’s still waving us back. It’s funny,he looks so anxious."“Jesus. Do you know what Mexicans are, baby? They’d stick adagger in your back as soon as they’d take a drink of water. Thesegreasy little bastards ought to know they can’t thumb on a publichighway: everybody knows they’re dangerous. You can’t help astranger like that, anyway. Never help anybody you don't know well.Some pick up, eh? Jesus, it’s hot.”12:06 Noon.“Now, there ain’t nothin’ very much along here to see."“No.”“The desert’s a big place.”“Brad, you sure we’s right to bring them dry gourds all the wayout here to—to, what is it?”“Eldorado? Said to be one of the richest markets in the whole west,Mary. Sure. You can’t beat Eldorado, from what they say. No. it’sworth every mile—way out here even. Can you read the sign?”“It says take that little road to the city. That couldn’t be right,could it, Brad? There’s an Indian boy waitin’ for a ride.”“Sign must be an old one. You keep on the cement straightaway,always, for a rich place like Eldorado. Huh! Wave at the boy, Mary!” “He’s wavin’, too. How he’swavin’! Now, that’s an odd lookon his face. Ain’t we goin’ to pickhim up? He could set in the backwith the gourds.”“Us pick him up? Even a Mexi¬can get a better ride than this.That wouldn’t be doin’ him no fa¬vor, Mary. Tin-lizzy, busted downrattle-wagon like this here! Nine¬teen hundred and thirty-two:Good in her day! Reckon theboy'd sooner walk.”“My, Brad, it’s a pity we don’thelp him.”“You can’t help nobody ifyou're like us, Mary.”“No. I suppose not. He don’tneed us.”“It’s hot. He’ll get a ride soon."“Brad, you don’t expect thesun’s hurtin’ them gourds any?"2:35 P.M.“Eldorado! Music in that name,Maria! Poe found it! Do youknow the lyric — the knight insearch of Eldorado—”“How much further is it?"“Far, Maria, far—see The Highway, page CThe World of Null O Umlauthy I Ban BoughtDon't Spook! ! ! !Count Alfred KorzykskiIn that room and through it shimmered a mys¬terious flux. Vibrating in six dimensions, it clutchedat things seen and unseen. Iron objects within itsgrasp magnetostricted to the breaking point; dia¬magnetic metals grew white hot. Cloth smouldered.An ordinary man placed in that room would havegone quite mad. Fighting back the alien flux, Gun-putty, ignoring the reek of his charring clothes,struggled to revive his psi organ (it was locatedjust behind his ears, nor’nor’west of the medullaoblongata. No, not there, there, see?) An electro-psionic aura enveloped him. Blue magnetograviticnimbuses danced along the floor, walls and ceiling.A green hypermagnetogravitoelectric haze ob¬scured the air. The suspense was getting justgosh-awful!An ordinary man, placed in that room, wouldhave gone quite mad.Gunputty wrestled within himself (this is reallya neat trick). The fatty lining on his neutral axonesbegan to smoulder, burst into smoky flames. Butit was coming! Under peak overloads, critical neu¬rons fused into masses of red-hot protoplasmicslag. But it was coming—the psi function! It wascoming! Coming! Gunputty was breathing hard.(Ed. Note: So was the “psi function.”)Gunputty fished in his pockets, pulled out a flaw¬less, 500 gram, blue-white diamond, machinedwithin half a cadmium wavelength of a perfectcube. He concentrated. With a pop, and the libera¬tion of thirteen jillion ergs of pure, raw, raveningenergy, the diamond cube was transformed intoa shapeless lump of graphite. Avidly, Gunputty’s brain reached out tentacles of pure force andseized the energy. Would it be enough? Would it?Or would he have to get a bigger diamond?An ordinary man placed in that room wouldhave gone quite mad.At last! This was the excitation energy needed!He was stimulating his psi organ! Beams of purepsionic force shot from his eyes. Hyper-super-duper-trons dribbled down his chin. An ordinaryman placed in that room would have gone quitemad.But his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded.Showering sparks, overloaded circuit - breakerscrashed open inside his skull. Gunputty was dying.(An ordinary man, placed in that room, wouldhave gone quite mad.) He was dead. He fell ta thefloor with a dull thud. Ker plunk!Far out on the rim of the galaxy (turn left atWabash and State) the Battle of the SecondDecanter raged on.Trickles of electrons flowed sluggishly alongGunputty’s analytical-mind circuits. Sensation re¬turned, although his extra sensory perception wasstill numb. But his last sensation had been of cel¬lular death! How could this be? He was unable toexplain it. I can’t either.Nervously projecting his ears into the eighthdimension, he radared something bending overhim, examining his new body. “What are you?”he telepathed.“Zut alors, I be Renee Pittsburgh, be boosifulFranch scientistess wit ze virginal, perfectly hemis¬pherical rizing beauties. Who are you, by blue?”Twisting his facial muscles into an unsightlyearless leer, he telepathed: “I ain’t so sure myself,see Umlaut, page 8The Man Who Won The Gameby James SchroeterGeorge Ledice was a big, awkward man withdark hair and dark skin. They let him alone prettymuch. He came and went by himself, and he gotthings done by himself. Mr. French, the publisher,did not like him. He thought he was unsightly, aslacker and a positive incompetent, and he askedJack Finkel, the editor of the little daily, why inthe hell he didn’t fire him.“Well, Mr. French," Jack said, “he gets his workdone. You’d be surprised at how much work hedoes get done. He writes well, too. You know, thefirst day he showed up at the office, I couldn’tfigure it out. I couldn’t figure out how in the hella guy that looked like that could ever make PhiBeta Kappa. But it's just the way he looks. I neversaw anyone catch on so quick, and at the same timelook as if they didn’t give a damn.“Well, sure, I’ll talk to hixn, Mr. French. Maybewe can get him to dress a little neater.”Jack Finkel talked to him. Jack was a small,neat man. Everyone liked him. He disliked givingorders; he worked hard; he was clean and fair. Thereporters had their beats; Mulligan on the citydesk handed out the assignments; Finkel saw thathis job was done. ~~“George,” he said the next day, coming over toLedice’s desk. Ledice looked bad. He had circlesunder his eyes and his white shirt was dirty. Hehad not shaved for several days. George did notpause. He was pounding out a story on the bat¬tered typewriter, and he kept going until hereached the end of the paragraph.“George, ” Finkel said again.Ledice looked up; he took the cigarette out ofhis mouth. Jack Finkel cleared his throat. “I suppose thiswill seer i silly to you, George, but French’has beenafter me about a couple of things lately. There'sthe matter of the appearance of the employees. Idon’t believe you’ve ever given the matter muchconsideration, but I’m sure that if you did, you’dfind it possible to look a little more presentable.”Jack wiped his forehead. For him it had been avery tactful speech.George Ledice fought back his irritation. Hemanaged to smile. “Thanks, Jack,” he said, “I’lltry. I guess this shirt is a little dirty.”He put his cigarette back in his mouth and wentto work on the story again. At four o’clock hethrew the copy in the wire basket on Mulligan’sdesk. He jammed his hat on and walked out. Hehad a sloppy flat-footed walk, a typical big man’swalk. He did not say “goodby” to MacDonnel orany of the boys talking in the outer office.Ledice walked across the street. He had his carparked in the auto lot in backh and he saunteredover there, heavy and preoccupied. He never madeway for people when he walked. They made wayfor him because he was big.He drove rapidly. His hand on the steering wheelwas brutal. He turned it not as one would ordin¬arily turn a steering wheel, but with the directnesswhich showed he wanted to get where he was goingas quickly as possible.His apartment was too simple to be sloppy. Itwas small and sparsely furnished. There were twosaucepans on the stove. He filled them with water,put spinach in one, potatoes in the other. He puta piece of steak in the broiler and then set out asee The Men, page 11 Prize-winning poemft Is The DayIt is the doy before tomorrow's spring;February's sunStroking its thin and quiet pointThot's finely sharp with brilliance like Vermeer'*Checkers the building bricks.Pigments the convas ground here whereI wander into a pinpoint greening parkIntricate as Seurat'sDown to a pond where tufts of gullsAre richly carpeting the water, beatingOvol white mosoicsInto the virgin air with circlesOf Giotto, etching the trees like leaves of snow.Potential sounds O suddenly aliveFrom the children's skatesRinging the walks and from o birdWhose voice throughout our city rises to drownOut the winter rainChoir in my ear an orchestraLike dumb Galatea from its conductor'sTouch of PygmalionBreathing music of sculptured beouty.This picture of a season breathes ond drenchesMiracles that sellDozens for a dime of dirtTo actualize me whose heart's a psalm.—Paul CarrollPatje 6 THE CHICAGO MAROON May llf 195Circus MaximusMr Rennie AhselmoDuring 1953 there were no trials. The barrageof letters, postcards, telegrams and telephone callsthat fell upon the Congressmen was so great, anemergency committee had to be set up to study theBltuation. “The people shall judge’’ was the cry,and in face of this overwhelming stampede of pub¬lic fervor, the necessary legislation was hastilyamcted. Senator Lovey framed the bill, which wasto be known popularly as “National ProscriptionWcpk.” The bill provided for the continuance ofthe “Crime Hearings.” which were to be held eachyear in a different city for a period of a week, bya federal committee headed by a people’s speaker,or, as he came to be known, the “demagogue.”The trials, of course, had to be televised.For the first few years crime and corruptionheld the public interest. There were plenty ofgangsters and gamblers and dishonest politiciansto bring to trial. But gradually crooks and poli¬ticians began to wear thin. The top notch crooks,the ones with any flair, and most of the politicianshad faced the committee. They found it necessaryto continually broaden the legislation which wouldenable them to subpoena a wider variety of wit¬nesses, until the bill provided for the uncoveringOf any crime, public injustice, nuisance or politicaldeviation.Senator Clinton Forbes sat at the breakfast tableftl oss from his wife. He was not drinking themange juice which had been placed in front of him.“Drink your orange juice, dear,” urged Mrs.Forbes.“Oh, yes.” Clinton swallowed the orange liquidperfunctorily, and was about to let his eggs getcold, when his wife interrupted his thoughts again.“I hope you’re not going to sit through the trialsin such an abstracted state,” she said.“What? Oh, I was thinking.”“Yes. I assumed as much.”Clinton Forbes was thinking about the trials hehad to conduct this day. He had been appointedDemagogue for the year 1962, a position whichwould either enable him to write his own politicalticket from then on, or wash him up completely asa politician. Presidential, Ambassadorial, and Sec¬retarial positions kept running through his mind.“How do you think they will go this afternoon,”asked Mrs. Forbes, attempting to bring the Sena¬tor back to his breakfast. She didn’t like it whenthe Senator did any thinking in her presence. Itmade her feel neglected.“Everything depends on De Luccia.”“That’s going to be very touchy business, dear.”“Don’t I know it,” snapped the Senator.“Well, you don’t have to shout at me. I only justmentioned ...”“I know, I know.” Senator Forbes didn’t like tobe reminded about De Luccia. There was a timewhen De Luccia, his money and his organizationhad been very helpful to the Senator. When Sena¬tor Forbes was appointed Demagogue he wasstruck at first with the want of any good defend¬ants from New York City, where the trials were tobe held that year. The only person untouched inthe area was Niccolo De Luccia, and Niccolo couldcertainly provide the kind of trial the public wouldgo for.“What would you have me do?” bemoaned theSenator. “I didn’t have a decent witness for theentire week. And for today all I had was a coupleof duds—Manley, the Mayor, and Maxon, the indus¬trialist. You’ve got to give the people what they want. De Luccia is the only one I could get whowill give any life to the trials.”“Couldn’t you have gotten a Communist in¬stead?” she asked, innocently. “They used to bev/onderful on the stand.”“Apparently you forget that all the good opeshave been used up.”“What about Stephansky?”“He turned Catholic last year.”“Well, I’m worried about De Luccia, dear. Youknow that if he gets off, you will be in a verydangerous position. He doesn’t forgive easily. Hecould tell a lot of stories.”Niccolo De Luccia had come to this country asa poor immigrant youngster, but by assiduous ap¬plication of the Christian precept that “It is betterto give than receive” to the system of odds, he.had worked himself up to a shite at the Waldorf.It was there on' this morning of the trials thatRobin, his English valet, awakened him.This was done by applying a vigorous shakingto De Luccia, a thing Robin found quite distaste¬ful. He would, therefore, stretch his hand out atarms length, turn his face and perform a fastidiouswig wag with his hand as though he were shakinga rug. He would then jump back and await thebarrage of foul language to subside, which Niccololet loose upon first awakening. When this tiradesubsided, he would then announce whatever hadto be announced at the time.“The gentlemen are here to see you, sir.” Robinhad taken to shuddering every time he used theword.-“All right,” yawned the boss, putting his feet onthe floor. Robin noticed them, and wished thatNiccolo-would cut his long toe nails. “Give’m somecoffee and tell them to wait.”“I have already done that, sir. Is there anythingelse?”“Have you got my suit out?”“Yes sir. The gray pin stripe. Everything islaid out in the dressing room.”“All right,” said Niccolo, waving him away. “Goplay with the maid.”“Yes sir.” It slipped out before Robin realized it.He went to the kitchen.The gentlemen in the living room were Niccolo’scounsels. They were Wanstrop, Lessup andO’Shay, and besides them there were two or threeof Niccolo’s lieutenants. They were talking aboutthe trial when Niccolo entered in his dapper pinstripe suit. •“O.K. men—come on out on the terrace while Ieat breakfast.”The men followed Niccolo on to the terracewhere they sat in the warm sunlight and discussedthe day’s tactics. Robin served Niccolo orangejuice, ham and eggs country style, toast and a largepot ol coffee. Niccolo ate with his usual lack ofinhibition, and carried on a running conversationat the same time.“Louie, what’s the morning line on the trial?”“Even money, boss.”“We gotta get them odds up.”“But boss, we’ve been keeping ’em down. Wedon’t wanna make dough on your neck.”“Never mind my neck. I’m going to get thatForbes bastard if it’s the last'thing I do. You know’what he’d be if it wasn’t for me?”“Yeah boss. A ward healer.”“Lousy pigeon. Biting the hand that fed him.”“Helping a guy get elected doesn’t necessarilymean he’s going to be your friend,” interposedO’Shay. Daddy, what's this?“Yeah, well it better start meaning that. You know who thepoliticians are hurting when they pull stuff like this—when thimake the payoff so steep? They’re not hurting me. They’re hurtiithe people that elect them, ’cause the higher the payoff, the more vgotta take it out of the bettors.” Niccolo was seized with an inspiition. “They’re hurting their constituents!”Up to now Niccolo had not been touched by the trials becausegood deal of his money got into the right hands, and then too, he h;helped make a great many men, who, up to this time, had kept soof a gentlemen’s agreement between themselves and Nicollo. Forbhad decided that it was worth the chance to break the agreemeiThat remained to be seen.“O.K.,” said Niccolo, pushing his plate away, “let’s get downbusiness. Goldstein, how do I stand legally?”“He’s got enough on you to put you away for twenty years.”Niccolo received the pronouncement as casually as one wouldmorning paper.“All right. We’ll forget about the legal end of it. Louie, how maimen we got working for us?”“About 1500, counting Jersey, Long Island and the suburbs, bos;“They all got families?”“Sure—most of them have.”“All right. This is what we do. Get them all to the Polo Grounthis afternoon. Tell them to bring their wives and their kids if they'grown up, and any relatives they can find. Can you get in touwith all of them?”“Sure.”“O.K. Then call McDonough at the City Hall and tell him to paside 5000 tickets for us. Get the boys into the Grounds and hathem give ‘three to one.’ I’m going to get convicted. If you havego four.”“That’s going to cost you a lot of money, Niccolo,” said Golds!e“That’s what I’m paying you guys for isn’t it?” growled the Comissioner. “You get it deducted on my income tax.”New York City had settled down for National Proscription Wetas had the rest of the country. Throughout the nation it was a le|holiday so that the population could spend its time watching ttrials over TV. At one o’clock, the avenues of the city lookedthough a ray had swept through them and mysteriously dissolvthe population into thin air. A slight breeze skitted along the lornstreets, giving some semblance of comfort to the few solitary pollmen who were unfortunate enough to be on the skeleton force,was the same all over the country. National Proscription Week wlike a seven day Christmas holiday, during which the entire popusee Circus, pageThe Highway ...from page 5* “Shadow,” said he,where can it beThis land of Eldorado?’ ”“Oh, my God! Why, for Christ’slake, do you want to come wayout here to begin with?”“Because sooner or later it isthe place all commercial artiststake their mistresses, Maria. Weshall be commercial no longer,my darling; true talent is appre¬ciated in Eldorado . .. Look! Thegray hills are left behind, up, upwe clamber to a nobler elevation,a dip, and; a Desert of Deserts. . . Dryness, flatness, bareness.What would you paint lookingout of the window now, Maria?”“I can’t even draw, you fool.”“What would you draw? Well,you are no artist. You perform anartistic function, but you are noartist. I’m afraid the desert hasa subtle beauty. Perhaps it’s tooprofound even for me. But look atthat sky! Colors are dependent,Maria. When blueness caresses adull yellow, there is a change; yetthere are no contours here. Ifthere were contours—”“Look, it’s a kid thumbing fora hitch.”“He’s a Mexican. See what col¬ors he’s wearing!”“He’s full of dust and hot.There’s a sign just past him: hey!It says, This Way to Eldorado.We’ve got to turn off.”“Onto that dirt road, Maria?”“Turn around and ask the Mex¬ ican. He motioned for us to turnoff.”“We should have to pick himup.”“So what?”“Well, would a Mexican ap¬prove- of my reciting poetry toyou? Would a poor peon contrib¬ute to our atmosphere, Maria?’“Look, that kid needs a ridebad. He must be sweltering: yousaw that.”“I saw that, my darling, and—yes—I’m heartily sorry for him.The sun is very hot. And it is myduty to serve my fellow man, butit is not dutiful of me to dissipatemy energies. What shall we do,Maria: shall we haul sweatyyoung peasants to ahd fro onthe roads—or shall we strive toreveal real truth on the easel?We cannot do both. I cannot growin that fellow’s atmosphere; thosewho are possessed with a highermission must learn carefully toavoid the lowly and the vulgar.Yet, your choice, Maria!”“You could’ve asked if this wasthe right way.”“To Eldorado?* “Ride, boldy, ride,”The shade replied,“If you seek for Eldorado!” ’“Can one ride boldly over adusty cow-path? Did we need hisinformation for that? The sign iswrong, my darling!”5:00 P.M.“Strange how darkness comes on the desert. Early, rapid. Not acloud in the sky this evening;there is no sky, really: only theincredible desert to watch, onlythe road, the highway to Eldo¬rado. It is a terrible road, wind¬ing,, winding up now; where doesit lead? I have never been herebefore. Who has been to Eldo¬rado? Thompson. No, Thompsonhas not been there. ‘Eldoradomust be canvassed. It is laughingwith money. It is a diamond mine.If our machinery sells on theface of the earth it will sell inEldorado.’ Says Thompson. Doeshe know? I must find out. Butdoea anyone know about Eldo¬rado?“Ghastly flat stretch, terriblewhen you’re alone. The highwayseems so smooth here, like a pol¬ished causeway straight to —Sign! Now that is peculiar. ThisWay to Eldorado, in big black let¬ters, but nonsense! Over that oldside trail? There’s a mistake.Well! A real live thumber, too!Looking for a ride, you bony lit¬tle half-baked Mexican? Whereis your thumb, your thumb?Swing your arm, smile! Ah, youmust do a better selling job thanthat, my friend—whdt’s he do¬ing? Damn rear-view mirror; so,we’ll pull up and stop and watchhim: the little greaser’s a bettersalesman than you think, Mr. In¬dustrial Canvasser.“Picturesque in the twilight, hesurely is. ALL RIGHT, COME ON DOWN! I’LL GIVE YOU A LIFT!Stupid kid. COME DOWN THEHIGHWAY TO THE CAR! GO¬ING TO ELDORADO AREN’TYOU?”“The audacity of that little bas¬tard! Stand, like a scarecrow inthe sunset, do you, pointing toyour stupid little desert trail.Won’t walk two hundred yardsfor a ride! I’ll be consumed inhell before I knock out mysprings on that burrow path, myfriend, even if it were a shorterroute. You come here. THIS ISTHE HIGHWAY TO ELDO¬RADO!“Persistent scarecrow! Now, hewaves. Well, poor tactics; poorsalesman. You have lost yourchance; here you must rot, myfriend. Who am I to help him whois unwilling to sell himself, whooffers nothing in return?“Darker, darker so rapidly.There is actually no sunset on thedesert, "on this strange desert:only the darkening road, straight,terrible, flashing away beneath.And suddenly, here is an almostimperceptible rise, and the high¬way merges and blends withspace.Yes, but something told me!Why, I knew this very well! Hereis space, indeed: this is the endof the highway, a cliff! The roadends at a precipice! No one stopswho has come this far! Look,fragments scattered over therocks below! Quickly The ShutteQuickly the shutter of my heortbereyeClicks o picture whose developmentWill show her handLying there on the cloth ondslightly bent,A bough where birdsWait to voice the spring in mumm;March,Who'll be for mePhotograph more eloquent thon woAlbummed in memory's persistentorch.—Poul ConSonnetNo, It is not that you shall turn onOne s’.ate-gray dawn to tear my polfaceWith frenzied fingers; nor that I rseeThe closed door move some wak<night and raceTo open it to find you standing th<Proffering late the love I cannot uAnd do not want. Shall love beccdespair?Erupt in death or passionate abuse!The tragic is that tragedy dissolvesOr passes in a thousand thoughtacts,The vagrant symbols of o day—-absolvesUs from the pain which memorexacts:So you, the captive bird so chalshall fly;Nor I look skyward at your passing-—Alvin ond Broni PovehoMay 11 THE CHICAGO MAROON Page TMiss Prewett and the Private's Fitting^ Hillel BlackThroughout her youth, Miss Prewett had beenfilled with romantic visions. Having been a shyvoung lady she found that.her best recourse wasa magic carpet of which she made frequent useas though it were an aphrodisiac hidden in a cookiejar. Often she would set sail with Sir Walter Scott0r Florence Nightingale, gradually increasing thenumber of her voyages so that her trips becamelonger and her returning harder. Once she hadlain awake a good part of the night rescuingforty-five dragoons in the Crimea. And finallywhen she had fallen asleep, she was so exhaustedthat she missed her classes the next day.“My dear,” her mother often reminded her,“you must be practical.”So Miss Prewett became a nurse.At first she was enthralled with her tasks andeven accepted the drudgery as preparation for ahigher purpose, to tend the woulded in the trenchesof France. But the First World War ended unex¬pectedly, and Miss Prewett found herself readingabout the armistice in the john where she wouldsneak off a few minutes from her work.As the years passed her dreams were slowlydrained in endless routine and her features grewsomewhat pasty. When she finally realized thather hopes were inextricably wrapped in bandagesand her adventures limited to the mission ofemptying bed pans, she stopped day dreamingaltogether. Miss Prewett was still a virgin.Then the new veterans came. In the night theyoften awoke from ghost dreams, the haunting ofthe living and the living-dead, their senses careen¬ing into consciousness. Occasionally one of themwould scream. Miss Prewett would find herselfhastening to his bedside, sitting by him, takinghis hand, caressing his forehead.The men began to learn that the mask whichMiss Prewett wore for a face, the flaccid flatnesswhich had come from too much scrubbing andsuppressed emotions, hid a strange and beautifullove. Although the men needed and accepted thislove, they never talked about it.The day would begin as usual, Miss Prewettthought. There was going to be a fitting but theyoccurred quite often now. Yet this case was dif¬ferent and it worried her.i After preparing a breakfast tray, Miss Prewettwent upstairs to the ward. As she entered sherang a bell. All of the men were awake exceptPrivate Joseph Danowitz. She shook him gently.He sat up suddenly. Instinctively Miss Prewettdrew back. They both laughed.Joseph wanted to rub his eyes but could onlyblink. He watched Miss Prewett move from win¬dow to window, plucking the strings of the shadeswhich flew upward with a snap. As each oneopened beams of yellow brightness burst throughthe panes.Today was going to be different, Joseph thought.They had promised him that. And today, feelingthe warm rays of the sun streaming into the room,he wanted to stroll through a park, any park,away from the men, away from the hospital, awayfrom their promise.Miss Prewett’s presence, her personal way ofdoing impersonal things, helped to mitigate theunpleasant sensations that Joseph felt in the morn¬ings. He couldn’t wash his teeth, nor gargle, andhad to use a bed pan which was handed to himon a fixed schedule. Once he had believed thereare certain things you simply don’t do by punch¬ing a time clock but eventually he adapted himself.“Finally awake,” Miss Prewett said.“Oatmeal again?” Joseph asked.Miss Prewett nodded. As she put the legs ofthe tray on his bed, she looked at him frowningly.Just for a moment her face hinted at a smile ofapproval. Then she began to feed him. “What the hell are they trying to do, give usulcers,” one of the men called out.“Listen to 'Jonesy,” someone answered. “Youwould think Junior wasn't being treated right.”“I ain’t used to slop,” Jonesy said.“You mean you ain’t used to eating with a knifeand fork,” a voice called back. “If they broughta trough to your bed, then you would feel at home.”“Miss Prewett,” Jonesy said, his voice had ataunting whine, “please don’t let the fellers pickon me. They play so rough.”“Jonesy,” Miss Prewett said quietly, “you needa good spanking. If you don’t stop all this noise,you’re going to get one. And I can give it to youtoo,” she lied.Miss Prewett turned her attention back to Jo¬seph. “Nervous,” she said.Joseph smiled weakly. Jonesy put down hisspoon, preparing himself for another blast.“Well I’ll be a son-of-a-bitch . . .”“We know that,” Kalvin interjected, “so cut it.”Kalvin’s bed was next to Joseph’s. Jonesy’s jawclapped shut. The rest of the men ate in silence.Kalvin was the only quadruple amputee in thehospital and was highly respected by his comrades.Although he had been given artificial hands, Kalvinwas forced to stay in the ward until he could regainfull control of his leg muscles.Once the papers had interviewed him, reportingwith accuracy that he seemed quite happy withhis state of affairs. They had misunderstood oneitem. Everything he told them was the opposite ofwhat he actually meant, instead of wanting tokiss God’s precious soil when he returned, he hadwanted to make it dirty. When the eager reportersleft, he kept mumbling to himself, “The stupidbastards.”“All set?” Kalvin asked sympathetically.“I don’t know,” Joseph said. “It was a roughnight.”“There is really nothing to it,” Miss Prewettpointed out.Kalvin’s lips pursed. “That’s the idea. If youplay this thing the right way, there can be afuture in it. Take me for instance. I received twoone-thousand dollar checks after they printed thatcrap in the papers. Right Miss Prewett?”She nodded her head. It was going to start now,she thought. First the talk seemed innocent andcommonplace, then . . .“Just sound like a holy roller loaded with patri¬otism,” Kalvin said, “and they cough up like abusted slot machine. It’s the new religion,” headded. "Jesus saves at two-per-cent.”“What are you going to do with the money,”Joseph asked as Kalvin flicked his stumps underthe blankets, “use it for roller skating?”“I don’t know yet. Give some to you maybe.You can buy a piano, one specially built.”“You can keep the money for yourself,” Josephsaid curtly.Miss Prewett turned on the ward radio whichwas near Private Danowitz’ bed. After a quickjuggling with the dial, she stopped at a stationplaying a Mozart piano concerto in A major.Horowitz? No. Myra Hess. Horowitz? Yes, Horo¬witz. Christ was he slipping that badly, Josephwondered. At least he should be able to recognizewho was playing what.“If you’re gonna play that stuff, tone it down,”Jonesy called out. Miss Prewett lowered the vol¬ume until it was barely audible. Then she sat nextto Joseph who was staring at her.“Miss Prewett,” Joseph said softly, “there issomething I want to tell you. It’s been botheringme for a long time.”“Yes,” she said expectantly, drawing her chaircloser to the bed.Student SpecialsEnglish Lightweight BICYCLES3 SPEED - HANDBRAKES - PUMPCHAINGUARD - KICKSTANDREGULAR $59.95 VALUE — NOW ONLY$50°°with presentation of student ID cardACE CYCLE SHOP819 E. 55th Street * Midway 3-2672 • Chicago 15This otter may be cancelled icilhout further notice The SkimmerThe skimmer picked for sand crab*With what skill stiff as a stickIn steps always one inch followingOn the dry side of stampeding wave*.A man of clay lay on the sandWhere wet weed like mane blew,Admired the bird industrious in itsMoonlight mining for a tide seededCrab that raced down like a rootAgainst the skimmer digging its living.Then in the wine dawn it flew out.The fin barbed waves ravelling back.Later back in the shop with wheel.Glazes, clay, gas kiln, from aNest of fingers such a sea birdArose beside a fish shoped platter,A dozen clever cups and saucersAnd among some other platitudesOf cloy on his shelf. It couldn'tStand. Seeing it he pulled clayFrom his fingers like a gloveAnd thought of precise pools caughtOn the high sands. After, theBrittle skimmer chipped and shattered.—Joseph Lobenthal“When I was a kid I loved to go to concerts,” Joseph began. “Youknow what I did the night before I went into the army. I didn’t getdrunk. I didn’t even take out my girl. I went to a concert with pop.”He paused for a moment and then continued. “He’s kind of afunny guy. When he’s not working he falls asleep in any chair thathe sits in. You see his job answering a switchboard keeps him goingseven days a week.”Joseph grinned. “Well, as soon as the concert started he began todoze. At one point in the music the orchestra became silent, thecaesura broken by the triangle.” He began to laugh. “I guess it didsound like a telephone at that.” Joseph continued. “Pop stoppedsnoring, jumped up from his seat and said in a loud voice, ‘I’llanswer it.’ ”Miss Prewett laughed too. “There is more yet,” Joseph said. “Anelderly lady sitting next to pop in her haste to turn away from himdropped her hat in his seat. The old boy was awake now and musthave felt conspicuous, because he sat down fast, plunk on top ofthe lady’s hat. We got out of there in a hurry.”Miss Prewett’s face had a warm soft glow. Joseph’s voice becameserious.“When we got outside the hall, pop wanted to apologize. I would¬n’t let him. I was a big boy then. I was going to be a soldier,” Josephsaid mockingly. “ ‘It’s all right, dad,’ I told him, ‘when I’m up thereplaying the piano, you won’t fall asleep.’ ”“And I’ll never forget his answer. He was almost like a kid look¬ing at an idol. ‘I couldn’t fall asleep, even if I wanted to,’ pop said,‘because the whole world will be :istening then.' ”Joseph reflected bitterly, “Then, Miss Prewett, is now.”“Maybe your father will still be n Tht,” she said. Joseph shrugged.The radio was playing Beethoven. Jonesy started to beat time tothe music. Then he began jazzing it ip."God dammit,” Joseph exclaimed.“That stuff is giving me the creeps,’ Jonesy called back.“Okay wiseguy,” Kalvin said, “listening to you makes me thinkevolution ain’t science but cynicism. So shut up and start ti'iiiiRi/igabout going home to the apes.”Kalvin turned to Joseph. “Don’t mind him, kid. And I don’t wantyou to get me wrong either. I was on the level about that piano. Iheard about a fellow once. He lost his hands cleaning out a mine¬field. He used to play too. So he started all over again. He does spe¬cialty numbers. T.V.”Joseph could hear the barker calling. Step right up ladies andgentlemen. There are only two of them in the world and we got oneright here. Yessiree, a pianist with steel fingers. Any melody youwant he plays, Stardust, Tennessee Waltz . . .A doctor entered the ward with a nurse who was carrying a largebundle. The nurse said, “Well, Private, we’re going to try on yournew hands today.”“Here?” Joseph asked.“If it makes any difference, son, we can do it somewhere else,”the doctor said kindly.A cold chill crawled through Joseph’s body. He closed his eye#and turned his head away from the group that was standing by hi#bed. They wanted to do it in the ward, he thought; with everybodylooking on. There would be jokes. Everybody would laugh and hewould be forced to laugh. And nothing would be funny.Joseph still had his eyes closed when they stripped the covers fromhis bed. He tried to stand but his legs buckled. The doctor broughta wheel chair from the corner of the room and pushed him out ofthe ward.“Eh, Miss Prewett,” Kalvin called her back. “We want to givethe kid a little gift.” He deftly reached under his pillow and handedher a small paper bag. “We’d like you to give it to him. Somethingto cheer him up.”see Min Prewett, page tThe FishermanHe extends himself as the seaThat gives him food,With line and wicked hook and net;Sets out with muscled handsThat wave aside the fish's prayerAnd weave a salty hope by night.He breathes electric air by lamplightAnd sleeps with dreams of fragrant lands.This is the long season and drear(Without facade of song and face),And the gray birds, nestless, traceSlow spirals to drift and rest,Floating on the lull.Awake, the bloated dawn is dull, the winds change;He is standing on the ridden shores.Strangely poised, almost posed.There are no gods within his range(As when the sky and sea are closed) :He watches the pitched wave on the ebb tidesRising till it slips — and breaks — and slowlySlides.—Lowell WiteM— ^ •v • ' — —I tii Page ft THE CHICAGO MAROON M»y 11, 1951Umlautfrom page 5honey. Care to go on a mappingexpedition?”“Zut alors, oui!”“But first zut alors ve moost goto ze Diatribics Foundation, vereve vill haf an editor look youvore for misprints. If you reallydon’t know who you are, you areprobably not a Sneer, or even aLibel.”“Eh?” said Gunputty aloud, ashe pulled in his ears, opened hiseyes, stood up, brushed off histrousers, felt himself over forbroken bones, examined his wal¬let, took out a handkerchief, blewhis nose, restored the handker¬chief to his pocket, and lookedaround, finding himself on a citysidewalk in Southern Californiaat about 7 p.m. Daylight Savingof a beautiful rainy Spring eve¬ning.“You are probably joost a pre-Sneer, and you moost hurry, forat any moment a psychiatrist(ZUT ALORS!) may come alongand stick an ice-pick.”With a practiced motion hewithdrew a flask from his hippocket.“Aha! I knew it was here!”But Gunputty’s memory wasno longer equal to the task.“What is it?” he inquired, hisvoice catching (his voice was verycatching that year; everybodyhad it).Renee made a cortico-thalamicpause. You could have heard apin drop. Gunputty dropped a be¬laying pin just to check up."Eet eez ze psi function (zutalors)!” she exclaimed. “Look atze label.”“But that still don’t help memuch.”“Zat is ze ink of ze point of zeball.”“Why, for heaven’s sake?”“Een Diatribics we know zat zehooman brain ees made up ofmillions of printed circuits.Seence reality isnt really real, buta constrooction of ze humanbrain, you can thus create anysort of world you want to live in,by drawing in the appropriate cir¬cuits.”“Gosh!” said Gunputty. “Let’sgo meet the Diatribics tribe rightaway!’“Ve vill teleport,” she said, modestly lowering her eyesLooming in the twarkling eve¬ning sunlight, a 30 x 30 foot signof a silvery metal, embossed withyard-high letters, presented thefollowing legend:OL‘ DOC HUBBARD’SDIATRIBICS FOUNDATIONL. A. Manager: I Ben BoughtLower down on the same build¬ing, another sign proclaimed:WEAPON SHOP OF BASSERtogether with the following mot¬to: “The right to carry mesonbombs is the right to be free.”And also: “Down with the uncon¬stitutional Sullivan Law of NewYork!”As Renee and Gunputty dis¬mounted from the streetcar andapproached a massive steel door,the door knob opened a staringblue eye and fixed them with asuspicious glare.“Ron sent us,” Renee told thedoorknob. With a final witheringglance, the eye closed, and thekeyhole dilated to let themthrough.Now the philosophy of Null OUmlaut comes upon the scene, todispose of, to render meaninglesssuch primitive manifestations of of unsane, Aristotelian, thalamicidentification as wars, rebellions,politicking, religious dogmas,broken families, neuroses, psycho¬somatic diseases, migraine head¬aches, tuberculosis, cancer, den¬tal caries, and the common cold... It is NOT a cure-all . . .-IT SHOE REPAIRSubstantial Discountsto StudentsMUST BE DONE RIGHT"HOLLIDAY'S149? East 61st Street(at Dorchester Ave.)Phone Normal 7-8717Two blocks from Inti. HouseWhile-U-Wait or One-Day Service Precepts of Null O UmlautRenee and Gunputty strode for¬ward along an aisle between vastcolonnades. Through the densegloom, perfumed with the smokeof numerous holocausts, could beheard a distant chanting, as of alitany: “It works. It works. Itwork . . .” occasionally interrupt¬ed by the rattling of obscene cro-tala. After losing his shoelacestwice, Gunputty realized that acold layer of air was movingalong the stone floor with incred¬ible velocity. Sticking his noseinto it, he discerned a namelesseffluvium as of natron, bitumen,and other-worldly spices . . .They were confronted, afterthey had gone no more than fivemiles or so, by a Venusian priestin yellow robes. As it slithered un¬gainly toward them from behinda massive stone pillar, Gunputtynoted with horror that it had noface. Then, as it approached moreclosely, he discovered that it wasactually wearing a silken mask.Perhaps it was just as well.The apparition spoke. “Hauzeit ban gung, kiddis?” it inquiredin impeccable Lingua Spacia.“It’s no use, Mousey Tongue!”exlaimed Renee. “I’d recognizethat accent anywhere.” Shesnatched away the mask.r— It was, indeed, that mysteriousindividual.“Mousey Tongue!” cried Gun¬putty.4 4 Yehyehyehyehyehyeh ! ” wasthe Venusian reply.“What!” exclaimed Gunputty.Relays clicked shut in his analyti¬cal-mind circuits. Within 14 milli¬microseconds he had swung him¬self backward and forward alonghis timetrack a couple of timesand was completely self-Sneered.“Mousey” had been the activatingtone-audio.From his pocket the inscrutableCinnamon produced an egg-shaped object. With a pulse ofelectopsionic energy (betterknown as sheer thought) he ac¬tivated it. It began to expandrapidly.It was a time-ship! (It traveledin space, too.)Gunputty’s alert eye noted thatit was an unusually primitive ma¬chine. It had no chromium-platedgrille.Such a machine could only bebuilt by slave-labor (preferablyopium-drugged Orientals). As ifto confirm his suspicions, thetime-ship was marked with theobscure Cinnabarian idiogram:HgS.“So!” exclaimed Gunputty. “Notcontent with being born in RedCinnabar, Mousey, not contentwith electing, supporting andfighting for a government in¬volved in an intergalactic plotwith beings from another Uni¬verse to seize the MagellanicClouds as the first step towardssee Umlaut, page 11 Miss P re weftfrom page 7“A gift?” Miss Prewett said opening the bag. “Yes,” she added“that would be very nice.” They really didn’t know, she thoughteven those that were like him. Quickly, Miss Prewett left the roomShe joined the doctor and nurse as they wheeled Joseph into ismall room with a long slab like table, covered with broom cushions“Would you like to lie down?” the doctor asked.Joseph nodded. They helped him onto the table. The doctor unwrapped the package and took out the pair of artificial hands.“Look, son,” the doctor said, “this isn’t going to hurt.”“I don’t want them.”“Of course you don’t,” the doctor agreed. “But once you get use<3to them. Hell, you can do almost anything with them.”“I don’t want them,” Joseph repeated.The doctor motioned for the other nurse to leave. Miss Prewettremained near a little table on the other side of the room where sh«had placed the small paper bag.“Can’t I help you?” the doctor asked. “Perhaps if you talkedabout it.”At first Joseph didn’t answer. He waited, listening for the tickingof a time that might return, the tapping of fingers on a keyboard!Joseph’s voice snapped, "Try them on.”Miss Prewett unwrapped the bandages. Joseph stiffly extendedhis arms like the wooden ends of broom sticks. The doctor gentlystrapped on the artificial hands so that the leather strings playedaround his biceps. “That’s it, son,” the doctor said. "See that the boygets some rest,” he added and left the room.“Joseph,” Miss Prewett said softly, "try and do as the doctor says.”“Miss Prewett,” Joseph’s voice became small as though he were achild asking a question, “Miss Prewett, do you really think I willplay again?”Someday, she thought, someday he would give a concert. It wouldbe magnificent. His repertoire would be chopsticks. Aloud she said,“You will play, not as you used to, but you will play.Joseph felt very tired. He turned on his side, his arms and handsdangling on the brown cushions. Exhausted, he fell asleep. A softsrpile played on his lips.Miss Prewett picked up the paper bag and emptied its contents.Later she would tell Joseph that his buddies had sent their best. Butit would be wiser if she kept the toy piano that they had wanted togive him. It would be a memento, she thought. She could add it to thelies that had become her life.lilliTHE DU PONTDIGEST HI■illliftilill!Research Takes the Long ViewFundamental studies are oneof the most important phasesof Du Pont researchFundamental research is designed todiscover new scientific facts withoutregard to specific commercial use. Yetfrom it* have come many productsof commercial significance.At Du Pont, for instance, funda¬mental research has pointed the way "products of tomorrow” will comefrom the test tubes, flasks andstills of the research laboratory, theDu Pont Company recently expandedits Experimental Station near Wil¬mington. In this thirty-milhon-dollaraddition, major emphasis is beinggiven to long-range and fundamentalresearch.The enlarged Experimental Sta¬tion with its 20 new buildings repre- Carrying out experimental autoclave polymer¬izations of condensation polymers: J. H.Blomquist, Ph.D. Chemistry, Ohio State '41;O.A. Hredeson, Ph.D. Chemistry, M.I.T. '41;J. E. Waltz, Ph.D. Chemistry, Indiana '41,physiologists, agronomists, entomol¬ogists, horticulturists and otherstrained in biological science. In ad¬dition, there are specialists whoare not classified in any of thesegroups.Where long-range and fundamental research is emphasized: the newly enlarged Du Pont Expert-mental Station near Wilmington. Photo: Aero Service Corp.to products like nylon, the firstwholly synthetic organic textile fiber,and neoprene chemical rubber, toname only two.Expanding for TomorrowWith the expectation that still more sents one of the largest and best-equipped research establishments inthe world. Even so, less than half ofthe Company’s total research per¬sonnel is situated here. Du Pont lab¬oratories in more than 25 other loca¬tions also carry on both fundamentaland applied research. Free for ResearchAt the Du Pont Experimental Sta¬tion every effort is made to permitthe research man to concentrate onresearch. He is provided with themost modem laboratory tools and forthe construction of special equipmenthe can call on a wide variety of serv¬ices. These include machine shops,carpentry, electrical, welding, instru¬ment-making, and glass-blowingshops. When the research workerneeds any service or equipment with¬in the scope of these shops, it is pro¬vided for him.At this industrial research latx>ra-tory, Du Pont scientists are devotingthemselves to extending the fron¬tiers of science and creating "BetterThings for Better Living... throughChemistry.”Examining an infra-red spectrogram of poly¬vinyl alcohol in connection with the funda¬mental physical characterization of the poly¬mer: J. R. Downing, Ph.D. Physical Chem¬istry. Illinois '40, and D. G. Pye, Ph.D.* fttytucal Chemistry, Stanford '43. There are now about 800 technicalpeople engaged exclusively in re¬search work at the ExperimentalStation. Assisting them are 1,500others, in technical and non-technicalcapacities. The research people repre¬sent a wide range of training. 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Y.Agents for the Ministerie van VerReer en Waterstaat(Directorate-General of Shipping) The Hague. Netherlands Muniara*>yPurasu Bala KrishnanIDamodaran, a boy aged six, and Dhanam, his sister, aged eight,came out of tfie kitchen to the garden, eating bajjis, at three o’clockof an afternoon. They saw the gardener. Pattabhi just then enter¬ing the garden, carrying his grandson, Munian, a boy of five, onhis shoulders.“Shall we give a bajji to Munian?” Dhanam asked her brotherin secret.“Mother will scold us!”, replied Damodaran.“She is lying in her room, and she can’t know. Come, we shallgive him one,” said Dhanam.They went as far as the door of the backyard. There they stoppedand thought again over the two bajjis which each of them had.“We shall eat one here,” suggested Damodaran. “The other willbe for Munian.”“Yes,” assented Dhanam.They ate on bajjf slowly and deliberately, as it was their last. Thenthey started for the backyard.“See, Munian is there. I shall go quickly and give him my bajjifirst,” said Damodaran, and walked forward swiftly ahead of Dhanam.“Munian, here is a bajji for you!” he called aloud.Dhanam came up with him and extended her hand with the bajjito Munian. But just at that moment was heard, “What are you doingthere, you little rogues?”It was mother. She had somehow observed them!“Damu, Dhanam, both of you, come here!” she called aloud.Damodaran had half a mind to give the bajji to Munian beforegoing back. Dhanam felt likewise too. But mother would get angry,so the culprits turned back with the bajji in their hands.“Damu, Dhanam, little rascals!” Mother began her scolding. “WhenI take the trouble of making bajjis for you, what is it you do? Yougive them to Pattabhi, Munian, to servants and to beggars!” Andwithout being partial to one or the other of them, she pinched themboth on the cheek. “I’ll teach you what to do hereafter, you rogues!If you do this sort of thing again, take care how I’ll deal with you.”Together with the scolding Damu and Dhanam swallowed thebajji down their throats.“Pattabhi, come here,” mother went on.“I’m here, mistress,” said the old man, presenting himself.“You must not bring Munian to the garden hereafter, do you under¬stand? You were employed to do some work in the garden, and notto bring all your people here. If, in the future, anything is missed inthe house, mind, you’ll be held responsible. Only yesterday the child'swhistle was lost. The day before yesterday Damu’s top was missing.It must all be the work of that little thief Munian. He is always com¬ing in and going out of the house—he is found in every nook andcorner, goodness knows what he is up to! You must not bring himto the garden hereafter, be clear about that.”“Yes, mistress,” replied Pattabhi.The next day Munian did not come to the garden. Pattabhi camealone and was very serious over his work. Damu and Dhanam lookedat him through a window.“Munian, poor fellow, isn’t come today,” said Dhanam.“Munian, poor fellow!” repeated Damu.The next day too Munian did not come to the garden.!lSeveral days went by in this manner.One day Damu and Dhanam went to Pattabhi and asked him insecret, “Why don’t you bring Munian with you nowadays?”Pattabhi’s eyes grew dim.“He’s having fever,” he said.“No,” said Dhanam. “It is because mother was angry with youthe other day, is it not?”“No,” replied Pattabhi. “Munian is really ill. That day mistressspoke angry words, but I know she meant nothing. I know mistresswell enough. She won’t be angry with me, if I brought Munian here.No, she will not be. Who can be more good and kind than mistress?I didn’t bring Munian with me these days, because he is really hav¬ing fever.”“Will you bring him here after he gets well?” asked Dhanam.“Certainly I will, little mistress,” replied Pattabhi.Thereupon the two children ran away lightly to their play.But the old man sat looking at them for a long time. Two dropsfell from his eyes. He wiped them with his hand and began tillingthe soil.IllThree weeks passed without Munian coming to the garden.Meanwhile Dipavali (the festival of lights) had been fast approach¬ing. Father had bought a variety of fire-works for Damu and Dhanam,Chinese crackers, electric crackers, Bengal matches, electric spark¬lers, squibs, and a lot of other things as well. Unknown to father andmother, Dhanam had selected some of these from her share and keptthem apart for Munian.“I’ll give these to Pattabhi and ask him to take them home toMunian,” she thought, while a tender smile played on her lips.Even when Pattabhi was at a distance in the garden, she caughtsight of him. She waited till he came to the backyard, and then shesaid, “Pattabhi, I have kept these things for Mftnian. Take themhome and give them to him.”“Mistress, Munian is dead!” came the broken words, strugglingthrough the old man’s bosom.Dhanam was overwhelmed. “When?” she gasped. As she looked atPattabhi, her eyes, like two wells, filled with tears.“It is four days now,” replied Pattabhi.“How?” said Dhanam. “Even the day before yesterday, when Iasked you, you told me that you w'ould bring him here after hegot Well.”Pattabhi remained silent for a while. Then he replied, “Yes. I saidso. But it is four days now since he died.”Meanwhile the noise from the house reached them there.“Mother, I can’t find my pistol!” Damodaran was shouting at thetop of his voice.“Search well, and you will find it,” replied mother.“I searched for it all right to fire my caps. But I couldn’t find itanywhere!” Damodaran shouted again.“It must be that rascal Munian again—that fellow alone musthave stolen it!” father’s loud voice reached Dhanam’s ears.Page 10Trumbo’s Basket Caseby David S. CanterLast month, Dalton Trumbo, one of the Holly¬wood Ten, was released from a federal prison.When asked what he planned to do about hiscareer, he said: “Careers are valuable. They takeyears to build—months to destroy. While sympa¬thizing with the loss of eareers we must also re¬alize that no career is dead or destroyed, thatcareers do not end; they change and careers arechanging. The honest men and women who refuseto bow to the Un-Americans will write and act anddirect, if not in motion picture, the theatre; if notin the theatre, they will act on street corners andwrite pamphlets.”Courageous talk from a man like this. Who ishe? Well, let us look at one of his books, JohnnyGot His Gun.This is the story of the “Yank” who went “overthere.” Johnny got his gun and the guns gotJohnny and what was left of Joe Bonham of ShaleCity, Colorado went on to become the world’s mosthorrible living example of war. The story is toldthrough Joe’s stream-of-consciousness. At first hewakes up from what he thinks is a terrific hang¬over. Time and place are blurred. Then he realizeshe is ill. Gradually he comes to, and the discoveryof horror is piled upon horror until the inventoryis complete: he has no arms, no legs, no jaw, nonose, no tongue and no larynx. He’s deaf, his eyesare shot out, he has a wound in his side that wouldnot heal; his breath passes through a tube in histhroat; food through a tube in his belly. He wasjust a stump of a body, a lump of scarred tissue,with a beating heart and a working mind. He wasmore helpless than any slave had been; as helplessas a man in a coffin with the lid screwed down.But he was alive—a triumph of the surgeon’s art.He could think and he could feel. Shrouded ineternal darkness, sealed in absolute silence, all butimmobile, but his mind still functioning, he couldnot do anything but remember. So Joe Bonhamundertakes a recherche de temps perdu. He re¬members the savory smells of his ’mother’skitchen; his sorrow over the death of his hard¬working father at 51; his boyish love of the glori¬ous Colorado scenery; the hamburger-man’s de¬licious sandwiches. But soon the possibilities ofrecollection are exhausted. What follows new isa tremendous struggle to return to the world ofthe living.Joe awoke to a timeless world and his first needis to recapture time, because that’s a link toreality. This is one of the most moving chapters ofthe book. This is an unusual physical and psycho¬logical puzzle which holds the reader engrossed.Joe, having a fierce desire to measure the passingof time, solves this in a clever manner; through thetiming of his meals, the nurses’ activities, throughthe sun’s warmth, through temperature-taking.His triumph in this task spurs him on to harderand higher goals: to break through the blacksilence to communicate with the living. It's amaz¬ing what man will do for even a tiny bit of expres¬sion. When after a long struggle, he establishescontact with nurses and doctors, they ask him“What do you want?” and the whole futility of itWHERE THE U of CMEETS TO EAT THE CHICAGO MAROON May 11, 1951rushes on him (what CAN one say?) and he knowsthe answer: “We are men of peace we are men whowant work and we want no quarrel. But if youdestroy our peace if you try to take away our workif you try to range us one against the other we willknow what to do.” Joe pleads for a cross-countrytour to show his body as the best living exampleof war. The doctors then leave the room and comeback telling him “that’s against regulations.”Here is a passionate jeremiad against war. Onewould feel that Joe Bonham is then defeated butit is in his "defeat” that he triumphs. “Living”society is afraid of Joe, who is dead in life, amotionless man.It’s very hard to write about Johnny Got HisGun without being guilty of understatement orhysteria. It’s a hard book to read, yet you can’tstop. It’s so original in theme that nothing likeit has ever been written before (the AmericanBooksellers Association gave it an award for beingthe most original book in 1939; Arch Oboler airedit over the waves with James Cagney in the lead;the publishers, Lippincott, have just issued atwelfth printing; the Liberty Book Club featuredit a month ago). The style is modern, and per¬fectly fitted to a story, which once read will neverbe forgotten. Trumbo takes the most brutal andcallous aspects of war and contrasts them with themost human and tenderest of loves and longingsof a simple, honest “little guy” who wants to livemore than anything else in the world.The contrast of this with war proves powerfuland overwhelming. This book is raw and bitingand vigorous. There are beautiful chapters ofpoetry and slashing chapters that make your hairrise.Trumbo reduces war to the least common de¬nominator of individual human experience. “Howlong will men keep making jackasses of them¬selves by indulging in war?” he asks. And theauthor is no molly-coddle, nor does he live in anivory tower of intellectualism, nor is he the non-resistant of the Gandhi type. Trumbo worked in abakery, went to the University of Colorado, wasdirector of the Screen Writer’s Guild, supportedthe Spanish loyalists, was Chairman of “Writersfor Roosevelt,” was war correspondent on Luzonand Okinawa.The original idea for this book came from a newsclipping telling of a British officer, in practicallythe same condition as the hero of Johnny Got HisGun, who died after living 18 years in his hospitalroom. “It struck me,” Trumbo thought, “that hisopinion of the thing which caused him so muchsuffering would be very interesting. It took me 14months writing week-ends and evenings to put itdown. It was the most powerful I have ever doneand I hope the best.”Such Is Trumbo’s work. His message toartists everywhere was echoed at a welcome-home party: “You can be in prison and be free.You can be here and not be free at all. We aregoing to have peace. We are going to enforceit. The men and women of this country aregoing to feel free to think and act as they wish,to organize as they wish, to express themselvesin every place in the country and they are go¬ing to do it freely. For despite temporary set¬backs, it is impossible to destroy America.” Something Inside Me(For Charlie Herxfeld) •Something inside me leaves when a friend,His life within his luggage, boardsFor whatever Golden Fleece he must seek;My mind at inventory in the antiqueShop of memory, I comprehendThen friendship's price and its rewards;While lingering at the platform where chordsOf trainbells echo back, steam fingers seekAround my mind until I'm pennedUp in place and self and tendTo forget his face, who in a weekIn some back room of memory is stored.Yet this halved heart of me that remains,Eroded even more apartLike an island once part of the main,Brings vividly back to me the beot of his heartIn a richly deep, a common way,Like life within a family;And, as Donne knew in a later dayWha living in love sonnets tried to makeA room of isolation, I seeWhy men and myself cannot mistakeWhose bell it is; and understandHow I am a vein in the single heart of Mon.—Peel CarrollOld People in a ParkAll the tossing fevers of our fleshCannot comfort us now, and sanguine hopesCannot revive our dying hours;Now we sit drowning in the gray pigeonsThat feed on our scattered dreams;We sit prisoned in a burning pileOf grass and shouts and sunlight,And embarrassed to see happinessWe assume withered smiles and hideBeneath the green singing trees.We know our life too well, we've looked too longAt the walls of our invalid's room;The familiar sun has cracked our heartsAnd dried our thoughts to thin leaves;Now we tremble in the midstOf the cries of a fallen child,And we watch in helpless terrorThe sailboats whirling on a pond.Left so low, though once we had climbedIn brought too high for speechAnd wandered alone, dragging all heavenTo catch our cloudy desires, and breathingMore love to heaven's hillsidesThan any human arms could hold;And lavish in our night-long fanciesWe sent the world to ships, all smilingIn a bright impossible sun and sailingThrough the green innocent seas.But now the loved phantoms have fledAnd left us in a wildernessOf familiar things, the faces andThe falling leaves all meaningless,Like the wild unaccountable lovesOf our half remembered childhood;We course through endless skies,Waste moons without an atmosphere of dreams,Each burning and freezing with the fierceRevolving seasons: within us ruined light.And all about the shrill mad stars.—WHIiam Wells(jeVdcm’dFINE FOOD132 1 East 57th StreetBefore you 'give up' onyour injector razor... Iyou must wGROUND IINJECTORin metalinjector...;shave youbetter,cost youless!/HE CHICAGO MAROON Page 11May 11# 1^51Umlaut...from page 8conquering our Galaxy and over¬throwing the Government, Consti¬tution, and President of the Uni¬ted States of Arcadia, not con¬tent with refusing our invitationto emigrate to the States andwrite atricles for the SaturdayEvening Post, you refuse to ob¬serve the blockade against your¬self. Mousey, this is positivelysubversive!”In reply, Mousey Tongue firedthe mentally-controlled turretguns of his time-ship. Great goutsof pure, raw, ravening, sheer or-gone energy beat down Gunputty.His printed circuits flamed intonothingness! His physical organ¬ism volatilized! In fact, there wasnothing left of him but a grease-spot.This is a complete muddle.—V. I. LeninClanging alarms rang throughthe ship! Humming, vibrating,trembling, straining in every sup¬porting member and angle-iron,the great battle cruiser plumetedthrough interstellar space.Enter a SKIPPER and a JET-OFFICER.SKIPPER. Jet-officer!JET-OFFICER. Here, skipper,what cheer?SKIPPER. Good, speak to therobots: fall to’t yarely, or weexceed critical neurton density:bestir, bestir. Exit.Enter ROBOTS.)JET-OFFICER. Heigh, myhearts! cheerly, cheerly, myhearts! yare, yare! Damp theplutonium pile. Reline the aftsteering jets.ROBOTS. Roger!JET-OFFICER. Down with themeteor-screens! yare! lower, low¬er! Brake the hyperatomic over¬drive! yarely, yarely!ROBOTS. Schuyler!JET-OFFICER. Yarely! Checkthe meson detectors! yare, yare!Clean out the main drive gravi-tode cylinders! yare! Shine thebrass! yarely, yarely!ROBOTS. ‘Erbert!Exeunt ROBOTS.GUNPUTTY. How the hell didI get in here?“A good question,” replied thejet-officer, who was a Centauriannamed J. Paul Sheedy.“We are about to enter the Bat¬tle of the Second Decanter, Gun¬putty, and as far as I’m concern¬ed, you’re just so many slugs ofexcess inertia.”‘‘Perhaps I can be of use: letme look at your control-board con¬sole. I have a Ph.D. in mthemat-ical biophysics, and besides that,I once made a pair of book-endswith my very own hands!”Gunputty progressed to thecontrol board. Spot-welding a fewbusbars, and altering a few dialsettings to set up an integral, in a trice he had converted the sim¬ple ship of war into a powerfulgenerator which projected trac¬tor beams for billions of miles!The beams swept through inter¬stellar space to rip the raw, flam¬ing, blazing matter from thehearts of exploding suns!From a slot in the exact cen¬ter of the console popped a hamsandwich.Gunputty chomped on thismoodily as ham sandwiches con¬tinued to emerge at the rate of15 per second.‘‘I’ve been killed off twice al¬ready in this story,” explainedGunputty, “And I haven’t yet hada bite to eat.”As he spoke, he detected a sinis¬ter puddle from the corner of hiseye, but it was gone before hecould turn hjs head.Suddenly, the enemy’s projec¬tors blazed! A searing beam lick¬ed out, loaded chock-full of PUREENTROPY! The ship’s hull-platesbuckled. The hiss of escaping airwas heard. Gongs clanged. Whatto do? How to get away?“It’s our last resort!” shoutedJ. Paul Sheedy. “The identitydrive!”Deep in the stern of the shipwas a giant robot brain. It couldremember the complex of sensa¬tions that constitute an object-subject down to 60 decimal places.It was the rush of the formingmemory towards the rememberedobject that carried the ship withthe speed of thought.“H a 1 p !” screamed Gunputty.“We’re going to crash!”The obscure puddle suddenlytook shape. It was MouseyTongue.“Mousey, you saboteur! Whathave you done to the identitydrive?’“Do you remember that atomover to the left of the grain ofsand, there?”“Yes!”“Remember its two K electrons,the one with the plus V2 spin andthe one with the minus % spin!”“What have you done?!”“I switched them! The ship’smemory is false! Har! Har!”KA-RASH! BA-ROOM and alsoPOWIE-SOCKO!* * *Gunputty became conscious ofa vast colonnaded chamber. Notfar from him, an inscrutable Cin¬namon was occupied in sometask. It was Mousey Tongue, thebrutal Stenogropher of Red Cin¬nabar!With a blow-torch MouseyTongue was heating a four-pound,long-shafted soldering iron to redheat. To what obscure Orientalmind-torture would he submit ourhero?“Where am I?” moaned Gun¬putty.“In the temple of Gosseyn, zutalors,” replied Mousey Tongue.“You! You were Renee Pitts-see Umlaut, page 12 The Man ...from page 5glass, a dish, a knife and fork. His awkward handsmoved swiftly and efficiently.After he had finished his meal, he smoked,washed the dishes, and then went to the phone.“Hello,” he said, “Jean? This is George. Listen,I’ll be over tonight in about half an hour. We’llhave a drink, take in a show or something ormaybe just talk. Anyway, I’ll see you. I’ll be rightover, so be ready.”He hung up and started whistling. After straight¬ening the table, he went into the bathroom andshaved and bathed. He wore his hair short andbristling, and he combed it until it was even andstood on end. With a clean white shirt and apressed suit, he looked nice. He was good-lookingin a way. He was dark and direct with big strongfeatures and big hands.He had met Jean the night of Burrel’s election.That was two years before. It was his first frontpage story. The wind was blowing and the rainwas coming down. She had stepped over to thenewstand from under the marquee of a movie-house, a slip of a kid, bareheaded, wearing a beltedraincoat. She stood there in the rain looking firstat the story, then at Burrel’s picture, and talkingto herself.“The son-of-a-bitch,” she said. “The son-of-a-bitch.”George had found out about Burrcl before theelection. He hated Negroes; he hated Jews. Hehad given a speech once in which he said thetrouble with the country was “foreign elements,labor unions, government interference and taxes.”“I’m the one that wrote the story on the ‘son-of-a-bitch’,” George said smiling. She started. “Look,you’re getting drenched. What do you say I giveyou a ride? Which way are you going?”She had looked him up and down for a moment,and then said, “Ok.” She sat in the car and threwback her wet blond hair. He had started loving herthen, and he had never stopped.Jean was playing chess with her father when hearrived. She was dressed in a suit. Her straightblond hair was tied in a bun in back.He walked in and threw down his hat. Jeanscarcely looked up. “Hi,” she said.“Good evening, Dr. Goodwin,” he said. “Hi,Jean.” He bent over the board to watch the game.Jean was losing.After the game, they said “goodby” to the doctor,a quiet bearded man who liked to read. He sawthem to the door.“What do you want to do tonight?" George askedher in the car.“Let’s go bowling.”“Bowling?”“Sure,” she said lightly, “do you know how?”George had never bowled before. He was awk¬ward, but he managed to get most of the pinsdown.After the game was over, they sprawled out onthe hard wooden benches. Jean had taken herjacket off; she was wearing a white blouse thatmade highlights on her high little breasts, and herfeet, cased in oversized bowling shoes, pointed outin a Charlie Chaplin stance. George bent over andkissed her.“Not in here,” she Said. Then she smiled. “Doyou love me?”“Let’s get married, darling.”She looked at him out of the corner of her eye,holding a cigarette up to her face with her hand.She could not decide whether or not he was serious.Finally, she said, “you don’t make enough money.”"You don’t love me enough.”“You can’t live on forty-five dollars a week thesedays.”“Forty-seven fifty.”“Why don’t they give you a raise? You’ve beenthere two years.”“I’ll tell you,” he said, “they’re probably goingto fire me.”She threw back her blond head and laughed. Herteeth were strong and even, and they flashed whitewhen she laughed.He got two bottles of beer in front, came backand handed one to Jean. “It’s funny as hell. Theydidn’t like my attitude last week. Now they don’teven like my appearance.”That night Ledice tossed in bed thinking. Hewasn’t playing the game. He knew the rules, buthe wasn’t making the strikes. You had to followthe rules to win the game.The next day George Ledice showed 1fp at theoffice at eight o’clock sharp. Finkel and the newskinny kid they had writing obituaries were theonly ones in the editorial room. Ledice wore aclean white shirt; a conservative suit, neatlypressed; polished shoes; and, as a final change, hehad substituted a new hat for the traditional bat¬tered one.“My God,” Finkel said. He got up and lookedat him.Ledice decided to laugh. “I’ll tell you,” he said,“the greatest sacrifice was the hat. It was a relicfrom college. The rest was easy.” Ledice strolledover to the clicking teletype machines. “Mr.Finkel,” he said. He smiled when he said it becausehe never called anyone “mister.” They were usu¬ally “Bud” or “Doc” or “Mac.”Jack Finkel looked up and smiled. All the re¬porters called him Jack. They both smiled andfinally, laughed. .“What is it, George?” Finkel asked. He wasprepared to be indulgent. He leaned back, toosmall to look expansive, and smiled.“I wonder whether you could put MacDonnel onthat liquor story I’m covering. I want permissionto go out to Amalgamated. Finkel cleared his throat. “Yes, I think there’ssomething out there. I was going to put MacDon¬nel on it.”Ledice stood there.Finkel cleared his throat again. “I don't know,I guess you can cover it, George. Go to it,”Ledice put on his hat and walked out.’That day five thousand men struck at Amalga¬mated. A riot developed. Two men were killed.The next day Ledice was back. His new hat wasdusty, his shirt was dirty, and there was a cut onhis forehead. He had talked to the police, he hadtalked to the picketers, he had been everywhereand seen everything.He went over to Jack Finkel and discussed theangles with him before he wrote it up.“We got to be objective about this,” Finkel said.Ledice did not answer.“We can’t take sides on an issue like this, George,if you know what I mean. Now, you probablysympathize with one particular side. We mightsympathize with the same side for that matter, butwe got to forget about that. Do you know what Imean? We’re newspapermen.” He paused for amoment, as if embarrased, and then concluded, “doyou know what I mean?”“I think I do,” George said briefly. He was goingto say something else, but he changed his mind.Ledice wrote it up objective. He covered theangles. When Jack Finkel left the office after thethree star hit the street, he came over and slappedLedice on the back. Ledice was still going whenFraser, the night editor, came on. The skinny kidwas practising typihg by the touch-system at Mac-Donnel’s desk in front when he said “goodnight”to Fraser at ten. He offered the kid a cigarette andtried to make his voice friendly.It was not until about a month later that thechange fully registered. Ledice got MacDonnel’sdesk up in front and a five dollar a week raise. Hestarted eating lunch with Mulligan, the Irishmanon the city desk. Mulligan had never been to col¬lege, and Ledice learned to be a little patronizing.“I’m a newspaperman of the old school,” he kepttelling George. They ate at a stuffy little tavernacross from the office, and Mulligan always hadsomething to drink. /“You know,” Mulligan was saying severalmonths later, “I like you.” He had just finishedthree beers.Ledice looked at his watch. He was supposed tocheck with Finkel at two before the one star hitthe street.“I’m through,” Mulligan said. He looked downat the shiny hardwQod table. “You have to havesomething driving you. When I was young, therewas something driving me. I was like you, Ledice.There was something inside of me, driving ahead.When you get old, you get tired.”Ledice smiled quietly. Mulligan took a longdrink. Ledice noticed the hairs on his neck whenhe tilted his head back.“I’ve always been a failure,” Mulligan said.“I’ve never done what I wanted to do, but now I'mfinished.”He looked just that, Ledice thought.“Listen,” he went on, “I’m not in like 1 was,Ledice. I’m out. I’m not in like you are. I saw youtalking to French the other night. What are theygoing to do with me?”George Ledice looked dark and direct across thetable. He kept looking straight at Mulligan. “I’mgetting your job, Mulligan,” he said. “I’m takingover the city desk. Jack wanted you to know likethis, just between the two of us.”There was no pity in his eyes. He watched Mulli¬gan closely, interested detachedly in how the manwould take it.Mulligan kept his head down. He waited for amoment and then asked the waiter for anotherbottle.Ledice looked at his watch. “I’ll have to go,” hesaid. “That’s all there is to it. Take it easy, Mul¬ligan.” He slapped the Irishman on the back.When Mulligan did not show up at the office thenext day, Ledice moved his things to the big desk.There were comments from MacDonnel andFraser, but they were said quietly. No one wasmuch concerned about Mulligan. He had beendoing that more and more often, simply not show¬ing up for several days, and then he would comeback looking a little haggard. Perhaps he wouldbe all right for several weeks, driving the report¬ers, doing his work and that of everyone else be¬sides. Then he would be gone for awhile, some¬times when he was badly needed. At first it hadnever been actually missing work. It had onlybeen noticeable in the mornings. Mulligan was adrunk. Everyone knew it and they overlooked itto a point.When, at the end of a week, they found his bodyin the river, there was a lot of high feeling in theoffice. Mulligan was the sort of man who is lovedvery much after he is gone. They rememberedthat he was the big redfaced high-pressure Irish¬man with a heart worth a million bucks'. Theyremembered the advice he gave them, and he gaveit freely to everyone. They remembered that hewas “a newspaperman of the old school” and that“they would be newspapermen when they knewhalf of what Mulligan had long since forgotten.”Ledice had been closest to him towards the end,and Finkel asked him whether or not he wantedto write the story. Ledice had accepted the joband he was working on the story late in the eve¬ning when he got the note. It had been there onhis desk all day, but he had not noticed it.The word had been all around the office some¬how, and all the members of the staff requestedthat the story be written by MacDonnel. It was ina little office envelope, and there on a memo padwere the signatures of all the reporters. He lookedsee The Man, page 12Page 12 THE CHICAGO MAROON May 11, 1<Circus ... The Manfrom page 6tion remained glued to the television receivers from one thirty inthe afternoon on.During each day of the trials there were two hundred thousandpeople in New York City who would not have to watch the trialsover television. These were, first of all, officials and their friends.The rest consisted of those lucky people who had won tickets in theMunicipal Ticket Lottery drawings. Each year in whatever city thehearings were being held, there were millions of entries in the Lot¬tery. The suspence that attended the drawings was greater than thatattending the drawings of the draft lottery or in awaiting the out¬come of the Irish Sweepstakes. A few of the more indigent membersof society, upon winning a pair of tickets, would sell them imme¬diately to scalpers for twenty dollars apiece. The scalpers, in twoweeks time, could get from fifty to a hundred dollars for them. InNew York Niccolo De Luccia’s organization derived a considerableincome from this venture.The Polo Grounds, temporarily enlarged to seat 200,000 for thetrials, was gaily decorated. Hundreds of flags waved snappily in thewind. Posters listing the days' events were printed in bright redlettering on a white background, and the whole was bordered in blue.These were plastered all over the outside walls:THE PEOPLEVS.MANLEYMAXONDE LUCCIA'July 14, 1962POLO GROUNDSThe people were arriving. They came by bus, subway, taxi andauto. They came in droves and pushed their way through the pitch¬men, balloon men, ice cream vendors, policemen, scalpers and thevarious other forms of life that inhabit grounds surroundingstadiums.Inside the Polo Grounds, pandemonium held sway. There werethree bands on the field. Marching men and women. Soldiers, Sailors,Marines, Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. Overhead, airplanes in closeformation jetted back and forth across the stadium. Five hundredpolicemen mounted on nervous, prancing horses were busy keepingthe crowd out of the parade formations. Fireworks, confetti, paperairplanes and pop bottles filled the air.The grandstands were jamming up with spectators. Hawkersfought their way through the aisles selling pop corn, candy, ice cream,lemonade and programs containing the biographies of the partici¬pants in the trials. Five thousand of De Luccia’s workers made theirway in and about the grandstands. Quick huddles were formed anddissolved, as his men gave odds of first three—then four—to one forhis conviction.At one thirty, the American Legion Band performed the most color¬ful display of the afternoon. This was a gigantic eagle, poised inmid-air with quivering wings, and grasping a human body with oneof its huge talons. After the applause, they struck up the nationalanthem. A locust like rustle diffused through the stands, as thespectators rose to stand at attention. The bettors pocketed theirmoney surreptitiously, and affected the traditional patriotic stance.The anthem over, a thunderous “huzzah!” filled the stadium, followedby the rumble of two hundred thousand spectators sitting downagain.On the platform in the middle of the field, the Chaplain preparedto give his benediction. He faced the microphone, turned his head tocough, and then began to speak. The crowd quieted down.“Citizens!” The crowd responded with a loud “Huzzah!”“Citizens, it is not with malice in our hearts that we assemble heretoday, but with a spirit of love—the love of justice ”“Huzzah!”“ and of virtue.”“Huzzah!” 1“This week has been set aside for you people. This week it is foryou people to right the wrongs committed by these men who willappear before you. It is the right of no man to stand apart fromsociety—and when he does, it will be you, the people, who will bringhim back to his proper sphere.”“Huzzah!” The bass drums thumped it up. The sun bore down.People in the stands squirmed about to readjust their sticky clothing.When the Chaplain had finished his benediction, Senator Forbesmounted the platform amidst wild acclaim. Then came RobertManley, the Mayor. He was gretted with a thunderous reception ofboos and Bronx cheers.Robert Manley was a small, pudgy little man, with fat hands. Hewas at this moment a ball of nerves, and his nose and lips kept twitch¬ing.' While he waited for the proceedings to begin, he looked fromthe crowd to Forbes, closed his eyes, then back to the crowd again.His hands kept getting in the way. He didn’t know where to put them.Senator Forbes began. He heaped accusations one after anotheron Manley. Nothing but feeble replies came back. One expected himto whimper at any moment. It was clear that Manley was just afigurehead for the corrupt group which had put him into office. Itwas nothing new. Under Forbes’ sharp unrelenting cross-examina¬tion, he floundered like a land-dry blow fish. The crowd becameimpatient and bored. They wanted to get the decision forthcomingso as to g£t on with De Luccia. After listening an hour, they startedto clamor for a decision. A cry went up accompanied by the rumbleof feet stamping in unison: “We want judgment! We want judg¬ment!” Forbes went on for another hour. He enjoyed in a way thefeline foreplay before the kill. When he felt the crowd would endurethe trial no longer, he closed his briefs and stood up for a decision.“I put the question to you people. You have heard the facts—guiltyor not guilty?” The crowd growled furiously. They were exasper-atedly bored with the dullness of the little Mayor. Manley felt faint.He closed his eyes when the howl went up. Then, cautiously, heopened them to read his fate. Amid the noise of lusty cries and thethumping of drums, two hundred thousand thumbs pointed down.They led Manley off the platform, too insensible to duck the paperairplanes and the assorted fruits and vegetables which were hurledat him. He would have to stand trial in the local courts at a later date.One down, thought Forbes to himself. The crowd busied itself with from page T1 *at them carefully. Even the skinny kid who stillpractised typing in the evening had signed, andthat, for some reason, made him feel particularlybad. The envelope was addressed to “City Desk”and the wording was very formal and stiff.He put the cover over the typewriter, and satthere staring at it for awhile, then he fumbled forhis hat and arose slowly from behind the big desk.He stood there staring down at it, at the metalspindle, the wire basket, the telephone, the newnameplate the copy boy had changed that morning.“George Ledice.” He pulled one of the drawersout, then slowly slid it shut. He walked around forawhile before he drove home.When he got to his apartment he sat down withhis hat still on and a cigarette still in his mouth.Finally he got up and dialed Jean’s number.“Jean," he said, “I want to see you. I'll be overin about five minutes. There’s something I wantto talk to you about.”He hung up slowly. His cigarette had burnedshort, and he put it out slowly in the little metalash tray on the table.Jean was alone when he got there. She openedthe door and stood there, looking very prettyframed in the doorway. “Mom and Dad are out,”she said. “It’s their anniversary.” She smiled.“It’s the first time they’ve been out in ten years.I told Dad to get Mom good and drunk.”“Oh,” George said without smiling. He sailed his hat over toward the piano bench, but he misand the hat rolled on the floor. He sat down jran his fingers through his hair. “I’m calling ybluff. I’m making ninety bucks a week, andasking you to marry me.”Jean looked up to see his expression, but he \staring at the floor.“Oh, darling," she said, running over to him ithrowing her arms around his neck.“Why, yes,” Jean said slowly, staring ^t him ;drawing her arms from around his neck.“I’m almost sorry you said yes just now ”- “George!”“I almost wish you had said no.”Neither of them said anything.‘This is going to be hard to explain,” Geosaid. “You see—oh, what the hell. Never mir^“What do you mean?”“I mean that Mulligan committed suicide jI’m the city editor.”“You don’t think—”“I thought that I was the city editor and tI'd ask you to marry me. I don't know why. I vsure you were going to say no. I walked aroithinking about it, and it seemed the only think tcould be right It would be a complete irony, ja complete justice, and a complete significance.’Jean was uncomfortable. George was actingferently and she did not know how to handle“Well, that’s a very original proposal,” she swith a lightness that did not quite come off. “sure this is the first time a girl has ever been tposed to like that”ing wrong with making ninet;week. We can get a little piout in Woodstock, and you ikeep your car, and I’ll keep a rtable, and maybe we can pulittle in the bank. Oh, darliWe’re going to be so happy.” Ikissed him and nuzzled her hagainst his, but he only stamoodily at the wall.Camps arc earning Cramming. . , “But you see,” George wenta seventh inning stretch, and a rapid exchange of money from hand as if she had not spoken, “theito hand. Maxon was next, but there was a delay while the counsels Oh, I don’t know.” He burpoured over their briefs for the last time. The crowd got impatient his head in his hands. “I iand the rhythmic stamping of feet accompanied by clapping hands empty empty empty ”wiathethefriaL N° °ne C°Uld COnCen,ra,e' They went on immedia,el>’ She ran over and threwMaxon was a man in his sixties. He had silver gray hair and mus- arms around him. There s n<tache, and was impeccably dressed. He was- not nervous, nor con¬fused. He radiated an air of self confidence throughout the entireproceedings. Underneath, however, he was dazed and afraid of themob. Maxon was charged with monopoly. For hours the counselson both sides hurled figures, balance sheets and statements back andforth. The intricacies of high finance bored the crowd. There wasno flaring up of tempers, or dramatic speeches. This was not whatthey had ccme to see. The question whether size was an indication ofmonopoly had no meaning for them. The chant started up. “Wewant judgment. We want judgment.” Forbes, however, kept onwith the proceedings, as there was no clear indication of guilt Fourhours later, he felt that he had brought forth enough evidence for anindictment. He put the question to the people. Angry, bored, impa¬tient, the cry went up. Thumbs went down. Paul Maxon didn’t haveto dodge any vegetables. He dropped dead on the stand from a heartattack. Once again money passed back and forth in the stands. Somepeople stretched, others ate sandwiches. The sun had gone down.The night lights would have to be brought on for De Luccia’s trial.Niccolo De Luccia walked up on the platform with his three coun¬sels. There were mixed cries of “yeahs” and “boos.” Niccolo sat downconfidently, and when his eyes met those of the Senator, he curledhis mouth with distaste and looked away. Forbes looked over hisbriefs once more, steeled himself for the task ahead of him, and thenbegan. The next few hours were filled with accusations, denials, pro¬tests, lies, truths and half truths, laughter from the stands, losttempers and oratorical digressions. Forbes brought to light a wealthof evidence such as hadn’t been heard since the first trials in 1951. _ _ _The crowd in the stands was radiant. 130,000,000 TV viewers were U HI Id litenthralled with the spectacular revelations of the underworld.Niccolo at first took the whole affair quite lightly. But as Forbesheaped charge after charge, and backed each one up with a witness, awire recording or a confession, Niccolo began to wonder if he mightnot get the axe after all.He began to take more time answering questions, had more con¬ferences with counsels. This sic wed up the proceedings. The crowddidn’t like it. They wanted more sensational revelations, and moreflippant replies. Forbes kept on. He wanted to get Niccolo into thisdefensive position, a position that never appealed to the crowd. Noone liked to see a big attraction go flat. He hung on like a rat withits teeth in a hunk of flesh. The time wore on, and the crowd gotmore and more impatient with Niccolo. Then slowly the cry startedup, faintly at first, but it grew louder and louder. “We want judg¬ment. We want judgment." Niccolo felt a ticklish sensation in hisstomach. He looked wild eyed at the crowd.He was beaten, cowed, frightened. This was what Forbes had been-waiting for. He had planned not to tempt the fickleness of the mobonce he had them in this mood. He closed his brief and stood up fora decision right then.“Citizens, I have attempted to show you the evilness that has beenwrought by this man, Niccolo De Luccia. How gamblers are tied upwith your government, how you are being rooked out of your savingsby these loathsome parasites—trespassers of laws which are goodenough for you, but not for them. Gambling is a vice, a vicious vice,and your lowly two dollar bet leads to even more forms of vice. Itis for you to correct this woeful situation. I put the question to youpeople—you have heard the evidence. Guilty or not guilty?”The Senator closed his eyes when the hysterical cry went up. Dur¬ing the few seconds that passed he thought of the coming nomina¬tions, the honor and prestige that would be heaped upon him. Thedrums beat wildly. Forbes opened his eyes confidently. One hundredand fifty thousands thumbs pointed towards the sky. He was stupi-fied. He turned sharply and looked at Niccolo like a frightened mad¬man. Niccolo smiled ominously, and rose casually to leave the stand.Senator Forbes stood on the platform for some time, shaking his headtrying to get the pieces of what had happened to fit together. Mean¬while, Louie and his small army of bookies were paying off on thebet they had lost. from page 11burgh! And the skipper, androbots, and the puddle, and ev<body else in the story excyou.”“But why? 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IT IS the SOURCE ofeverything known by the INTELLECT.*** If it can carryintelligence to the brain of man it must, without any doubt,be able to carry from the same brain a complete record of3 its most secret thoughts and desires, along with a report3 of all spoken words, and of voluntary and involuntary acts.”*FROM33i COSMOGRAPHY 1930 Worksheets a3 : Copyright■ The Philosophers Worksheet (a supplement) Thomas Maciver i3 This is MODERN TfJEORY in the field of SPECULATIVE 3S PHILOSOPHY. TIME and PUBLICITY will DETERMINE 3the TRUTH.However, ASK THIS of a professor—does he know if it is TRUE S3 or FALSE that there was, five thousand years ago; that ■3 there is today; and that there will be, five thousand years ■3 from now; such a thing as INSPIRED KNOWLEDGE that■ can be received only through the SIXTH SENSE of PER-■ CEPTION; and that the GENIUS of CREATION would pro-■ vide the way to implant wisdom and understanding in the5 minds of people who held firm in their trust and depend-3 ence-on him. DO NOT press the matter; TIME has the3 ANSWER.COSMOGRAPHY 1930 Worksheets was sent, free of all charge,S to college and public libraries of all English-speaking coun-3 tries in 1944. (About twenty per cent, only, were acknowl-3 edged and in many places it may not have been put on the■ library shelves.) The Philosophers Worksheet, a supple-■ meiit, — in 1949 — was sent, free, to nineteen hundred li-3 braries. 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All things that breathe will receive theinstinct of self-preservation, but only man has the sixth-sense of perception through which the instruction of thewave lentgh of ANIMATION is received and the mental fac¬ulty needed for reception and communication.” //—that, per¬haps, will be freely accepted by grandchildren of presentday philosophers.Published at the cost of THOMAS MACIVERP.O. Box 763 Washington 4, D. C. sports briefsiFour hit, one beaned in baseball triumph;Jayvee tracksters, netmen face big meetsby Bob MarchTuesday the Varsity baseballers gained their fifth victory of the 1951 season in a 9-1free-for-all with St. Josephs in Rensallaer, Ind. The game took on a strong resemblanceto dodge-ball, with four UC’ers showing insufficient agility to dodge the notably erraticheaves of the St. Joseph's pitcher. Left fielder Ken Koenig, one of these unfortunates, wasbonked on the cranium and stayed behind in the infirmary while the rest licked their woundson the bus going home. 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Like their track and swim- Navy Pier last Thursday and lostfraction of a point of winning dis- ming brethren, the netmen have to Beloit on Saturday.YOURSELF!Don't test one brand alone.compare them all!Unlike others, we never ask youto test our brand alone. We say...compare PHILIP MORRIS...matchPhilip Morris...fudge Philip Morrisagainst any other cigarette!Then make your own choice!try this test*Toke O PHILIP morpis — and anyether cigarette. Then, here’s allyou do:1 Light up either cigarette. Take apuff-don’f inhale—and s-l-o-w-t-ylet the smoke come through your nose.2 Now do exactly the same thingwith the other cigarette..NOTICE THAT PHILIP MORRISIS DEFINITELY LESS IRRITATING,DEFINITELY MILDER]d > ■% hRemember...NO CIGARETTEHAN60VER .meansMORE SMOKING PLEASURE!PHILIP MORRIS—Page 14 THE CHICAGO MAROON May 11, 1951Glees warbleat Int. HouseThe University of ChicagoChanning Glee Club performed apotpourri of songs from manylands at International House May3.Generally the Club’s singingwas spirited and enthusiastic;their conductor; ChristopherMoore, revealed himself as a com¬petent and personable leader. Thechorus was perhaps at its best intwo selections from Brahms’ Ger¬man Requiem; How Lovely Is ThyDwelling Place and Behold AllFlesh Is as the Grass; nice shad¬ing and balance of voices wereparticularly evident in the latter,and in both were exhibited con¬siderable understanding and tech¬nical agility.The quality of the vocal musicof the evening was very uneven.Exquisite and wonderfully styledwere the Purcell songs.On the other hand, Cocci’s Bac-c h a n a 1 and two LiebesliederWaltzes of Brahms struck us asblatant claptrap, and the pro¬gram’s folksongs were quite in¬ferior representations of a richworld literature.Of the sacred music, that of theBaroque period was sincere andwell written; however, the twochoruses from Brahms’ well-known German Requiem had abroad base of artifice and sac¬charine sentimentality.Harry C. Maguire, Jr. Quartet treats small audienceA disappointingly small audience heard a musically stimulating performance by the FineArts Quartet Tuesday night. The artists were consistently first-rate, both tonally andtechnically.The program opened with Haydn’s quartet, opus 20, no. 4, in D major. The rebust firstmovement was played handily; the deeply moving adagio with due feeling; the choppyminuet with muscular strokes, and the tongue-in-cheek presto finale with proper tempestin-a-teapot bustle. Schubert’s G major quartet, opusNext came a w orld premiere jqi.performance of Hugo Kau- it is a grim work, harmonically * ll Y^A hera ad h„ecotdi«6 slaoecSi/i-viote/ 450 N. CLARK SU. 1 5478 •der’s quartet No. 11. The quartet daring, with sudden modulationswas still-born despite strenuous and major-minor shifts. There areand all too apparent labor. snatches of beautiful melody fol-The work is emotionally unin- lowed by passages of churningspired, harmonicallv sterile, and an(* agitated bowing. The fast, , . „ ,. movements are frenzied, the slow’technically unoriginal. The audi- movement tense.ence showed its reverence for mu- Though the musicians compre-sical nonsense syllables by award- hended the music wonderfully,ing it a thunderous ovation, which the audience, having apparentlythe composer acknowledged grate- been overawed by fourteenth cen- College All-StarDIXIELAND JAZZ BANDfully.Following intermission the mu¬sicians turned in a superb job of tury formalism,astic. was unenthusi-Fred WinsbergFilm Forum of Chicago(Membership, available at screenings,25c per year)Presents New and ExcitingFILMS or EUROPEEVERY FRIDAY NIGHTat 2457 W. Chicago (adm. 60c)Showing May 11, 8 p.m.1st time in Chicago"SECRET BRIGADE" (Russian)May 18, 8 p.m. —"GHETTO TEREZIN" (Czech) CHAPLIN FILM★ FESTIVAL ★A.S.P. Cultural Center946 N. Clark St.SUNDAY, MAY 13at 3:00 P.M. and 8:00 P.M.An Hour and a Half of His BestShorts.Afternoon admission 50c to members,75c to non-members. 25c for child¬ren.Eve. admission 75c to ASP members,$1 to non-members. All prices sub¬ject to tax.CHICAGO COUNCIL OF THEARTS - SCIENCES - PROFESSIONS Don Gibson,Preston Jackson,Johnny Carlson,Dick Winans, formerly with Doc Evansformerly with Jimmy Nooneformerly with Bud Freemanformerly with Russ CarlyleNow! Friday and Saturday NightsNob Hill 5228 S. Lake Park(No cover or minimum)CLAIR* HAVENSTANFORD 53IJOHN TAR**MOBA*t COtUOS51LEADING SELLERIN AMERICA’SCOLLEGESLIKE THOUSANDS OF AMERICA'S STUDENTS—MAKE THIS MILDNESS TEST YOURSELF AND GETWHAT EVERY SMOKER WANTSMildnessf/us. NO UNPLEASANT AFTER-TASTEOVER 1500 PROMINENT TOBACCO GROWERSSAY: "When I apply the Standard Tobacco Growers’Test to cigarettes I find Chesterfield ft the one thatsmells Milder and smokes Milder."A WELL-KNOWN INDUSTRIAL RESEARCHORGANIZATION REPORTS: "Of all brands tested,Chesterfield is the only cigarette in which membersof our taste panel found no unpleasant after-taste." PHOTOS TAKENON CAMPUSMay 11# 1^51 THE CHICAGO MAROON Page 15Classified AdsDeadline: 5 p.m., TuesdayFree to students, faculty members,0nd University employes.FOR RENTFURNISHED 2 rooms; private bath; 3rdfloor of home; $60 month; near I.C.OAkland 4-6383. ^poOM for young woman; with kitchenprivileges; $6 week. ATlantlc 5-5071after 6 p.m. FURNISHED TWO room apartmentavailable end of June. One block fromcampus. Sunny southern exposure. Sin¬gle person. Keep in fall if desired, $65per month. Box 117 MAROON.GRAD STUDENT will pay bonus for 3-4-5 room rent controlled unfurnishedapartment. Rent limit $60 a month. VI6-7131.PRIVATE ROOM and bath in exchangefor baby sitting evenings. 5115 Ellis,BU 8-8396.THREE AND a half room apartment un¬furnished, partly or fully furnishedavailable as of June. Call BU 8-0232 Sat.and Sun. Near campus. FOR SALEHAVE YOU VACANCIES?Rooms, housekeeping suites, furnished apartmentsHAVE YOU SOMETHING TO SELL?We list these items and others in ourBIG CORNER WINDOW where HUNDREDS PASS DAILYfor only $1.00 week or $3.00 monthly WEBSTER AUTOMATIC 78 RPM recordplayer chassis, perfect condition, if in¬terested write Carl Sackett, 3570 West¬ern Ave., Park Forest, Ill., and willbring to campus.PORTABLE WASHING MACHINE, fa¬mous Master Grande model. Like new,and it’s electrical. Call PL 2-0586.THE BUY OF THE AGES: An unusualradio of high technical and enjoyableproficiency. GE self-charging. Call PL2-0586.DE SOTO 1949 Custom Convertible,12,000 miles. Everything works exceptclock. Can be financed. ExpensiveAscher Brand, 4715 Ingleside Ave., orBusiness School.HI rrKINGS5500 Lake Park Avenue, Southwest Corner TIRES — FOUR 600x16 auto, slightlyused. $25 for the set or $8 each; GE re¬frigerator 9 cu. ft. Needs some repair,$30, reconditioned $55; fluorescentlights, ceiling fixture, 24 inches, 2 bulbs,$7.50 includes two bulbs. $10 installed.Table lamp, 12 inches, used only fewmonths. Real steal at $4.50. Vacuumcleaner, Royal, good working condition,bargain at $18.75. Phone MU 4-4636 Fri.aft. or Sun. eve.CAMPERS ALL wool sleeping bag, goodcondition $15. Army frame pack $2.50.Call Olson HY 3-9291 evenings or ext.3453 days.SQUASH RAQUET and press $5. FA 4-2800. Leave message for Fishman. Box546.ft •V ~Sr 25- 2?' »• 5P 25>- 2$. vj.ft Campus Interviews on Cigarette Tests ^ft *ftft Number 19.. .THE WEASEL1\ftftftftftftftftftftftftftftftftftft VAtH¥} AtI£ “Who do they ,think they’re kiddin’fj SIX PIECE bedroom set, springs matt¬ress $50, ping pong table, net, paddles.$20. Call Olson HY 3-9291 eves, or Ext.3453 days.20-WATT AMPLIFIER with built-in pre¬amp. Electric crystal pick-up, AM-FMtuner, loudspeaker system, dual tonecontrol, dual microphone outlet. Needcash badly, $30 or best offer. Box 150,MAROON.WHY RENT A PIANO? For $5 monthlyown a Starck reconditioned modern up¬right. Pine tone beautiful finish, cost$260 now $150. Phone Hogan MU 4-1823.RUSSIAN LINGUAPHONE set completeand unused, $30. See occupant 5122Woodlawn, side entrance, between 5-7weekdays.RADIO - PHONOGRAPH mahogany fin¬ish, record cabinet incl. $50. High chair$3. Stroller $4. Paul Hare, 6016 Wood-lawn, DO 3-3849.SAXOPHONE E flat alto, make: FrankHogan; condition perfect. Save $175from retail price. MI 3-5598, Stu.PAIR CUSTOM made one-arm sectionalchairs beautiful condition with slip cov¬ers. Priced at only a fraction of originalprice. MI 3-5598, Stu.PLYMOUTH 1950 2-door club coupe ac¬cessories new three months warranty orChevrolet De Luxe convertible late 1949model used, excellent condition, acces¬sories, reasonable. Call PL 2-1154, 8-9a.m.ONE SET of German liquaphone recordsmost not used. Will sell cheap. PhoneMI 3-2206.ADMIRAL PORTABLE radio, $25. Firstto come will get this buy, 90-day guar¬antee. Phone Dan’s 36 Radio Shack, ext.1053, after 7 p.m.1941 4-DOOR Chevrolet sedan, 4 goodtires, radio, heater. This car does notrun but should with very little work.$75. Raymond Sheling, ext. 2473.TRAVELRIDE WANTED to N.Y. or vicinity be¬tween June 10 and 16. Share expenses.Please contact Emmanuel Meeron, Int.House. FA 4-8200.WANTED—TWO RIDERS to Los Angelesvia southwest route. Share expenses anddriving. New car. Gerash. MU 4-9232,eves.WANTED—RIDE to MEXICO CITY orpoints intermediate on or about June 8.Share driving and expenses. Call MI3-6425.WANTED—DRIVER over 21 to sharedriving with 2 girls to California at endof quarter. New car. Gas paid. Call Mar¬ian Yeh, Foster.COMPANION WANTED—Danish womanstudent traveling west inexpensively;June-July 5-6 weeks; can help drive.Box 145 MAROON.GOING WEST? Would you like an inex¬pensive transportation to west coast?Drive a new 1951 car to west coastcities, as your own, gas paid. Trans¬portation Lease Co., 188 W. RandolphSt., Room 1416. FI 6-3422.BUSINESS SERVICES TYPING—Fast, accurate, reasonable; ex¬perience in social science and rewritework. Also shorthand and dictation. MI3-0473, 6106 University Ave., Apt. 206.EXPERT TYPING done. Free pick-upand delivery. Call BE 7-0092.VoflCE, PIANO, Organ theory lessons,class or private. Children and adults,thorough training. Reasonable rates.Call between 2-6 p.m. Mrs. Adams, FA4-2149.LESSONS in piano and theory for chil¬dren and adults. Call Miriam Rhoads,MU 4-3360.ALTERATIONS, remodeling. Lowestrates. FA 4-7646.EXPRESS. Light and heavy moving.Willing and courteous service. Reason¬able rates. Bardone. HY 3-1915.TWO TO SHARE large house; homeprivileges; near campus, IC. No. 7 6893.1 inventeddouble talk!” ^V/V'*.*No wonder he blew his stack! All this double talkabout quick cigarette tests was a flagrant infringementon his patent rights! They couldn’t fool this characterwith “one-puff”—“one-whiff” experiments. Millions of smokers havereached the same conclusion — there’s just one real way to provethe flavor and mildness of a cigarette.Jt’j the sensible test—the 30-Day Camel Mildness Test—which simply asks you to try Camels as your steady smoke... on a pack-after-pack, day-after-day basis. No snapjudgments needed! After you’ve enjoyed Camels —and onlyCamels —for 30 days, we believe you’ll know why ...More People Smoke Camelsthan any other tigarette ! Hr MATURE STUDENT wants room in ex¬change for baby-sitting for 51-52 term.Must be near campus. References if de¬sired. Phone MI 3-2556 after 5 p.m.,weekdays.PAIR OF bird watching binoculars, 6 to8 power, center focusing. S. Banks,MI 3-7787. evenings or weekends.YOUNG EXECUTIVE desires 4 or 5rooms in South Shore or Hyde Park atdecent rental. Call RE 4-9629.DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Singers need¬ed for informal madrigal group. ContactGene Sagan, 904 E. 56th, MU 4-4537. Alsowanted recorder players for trio orquartet.WANTED TO buy—one set of Frenchlinguaphone records, will buy or tradefor my set of German records. MI 3-3206.LOOKING FOR a person mechanicallyinclined, willing to repair electronicequipment, preferably female. Box 103,MAROON.WANTED—used upright piano, Box 119,MAROON.SLEEPING BAG WANTEDMU 4-5610MISCELLANEOUSSORRY! DUE to circumstances beyondmy control I am forced to withdraw mywant ad of last week. Thanks, Box 116.I AM A UC graduate; while attendingschool I could make $75 to $1G0 weeklyduring evenings and weekends; I willpersonally train one or two seriousminded, responsible Individuals to workwith me. Write Box 90, ChicagoMAROON, stating qualifications, phoneLOSTDOG, VERY intelligent. Want her backbefore comps. PLEASE. Dalmaian (whitewith black spots), short haired, 8-mo.female. KE 6-1131.LOST—GREY gabardine jacket, lastseen in Bartlett gym. Call PL 2-2533and ask for Bob.DOG LOST, red male Irish setter, yearold, last seen 47th and Drexel. RewardWINDOWS WASHED on any Saturday, information leading to discovery. DRCall RE 4-6415. 3-7064.@am4icc4’ S>ve#tl&Friday, May 11M¥ MOTION PICTURE: “THE LEGEND OFSLEEPY HOLLOW,” starring Will Rog¬ers (Socialist Youth League), SocialScience 122, 7:15 and 9:15 p.m.HUMBOLT CLUB: 3:30 p.m. WieboldtCommon 408, Hugo Kander, composer“Die Geistige Situation der Musik inder Heutigen Welt.”LE CERCLE FRANCAIS: 4 p.m. Inter¬national House, 20 cents for refresh¬ments. Le Culte du Taureau dans leMidi, Conference par le professeur Al-phone Roche de Northwestern Uni-versite.Saturday, May 12BASEBALL GAME, Stagg Field, 2:30p.m. Chicago vs. Washington Univer¬sity.ISRAEL INDEPENDCE PARTY, 8 p.m.Admission: one used textbook or asmall cash contribution for studentsat the Hebrew University in Jeru¬salem. Hillel Foundation, 5715 Wood-lawn.SU SOCIAL PROGAM: HutchinsonCourt, 8-11 p.m. Social, square, folkdancing, group singing, refreshments.STUDENT CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION:1-5 p.m. Chapel House, “Portraits andPeople” Art exhibit by Madge Burham.Sunday, May 13EPISCOPAL COMMUNION SERVICE,Joseph Bond Chapel, 8:30 a.m.UNIVWtSITY RELIGIOUS SERVICE,Rockefeller Memorial Chapel, 11 a.m.The Reverend Wallace W. Robbins.Associate Dean of the Chapel. (May20, the Reverend Bernard M. Loomer,Dean of the Divinity School.)LUTHERAN SERVICE, Thorndike Hil¬ton Chapel, 11 a.m.UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO CHOIR,Rockefeller Memorial Chapel, 4 p.m.Richard Vikstrom, director, and WindPlayers of the Chicago SymphonyOrchestra. The program: Gabrieli, InEcclesiis; Thompson, The PeaceableKingdom; Stravinsky, Mass; and Bou¬langer, Psaume 24. Admission $1.20.FELLOWSHIP OF RECONCILATION:4 p.m. Chapel House, Joffre Stewart,“Anarchism and Pacifism.”STUDENT CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION:6 p.m. Promontory, 55th and Lake.35 cents. Weiner roast and squaredance. Food on sale.Monday# May 14EXHIBITION (Renaissance Society):Paintings, Drawings, P r in t s , andSculpture by Artist-Members of theRenaissance Society. Goodspeed 108,daily except Sunday, 9 a.m.-5 p.m.,through June 17.BASEBALL GAME, Stagg Field, 3:30 p.m.Chicago vs. St- Joseph’s Qollege.MOTION PICTURE: “The Bank Dick,”International House, 8 p.m. Admis¬sion 46c.NEW TESTAMENT CLUB, Swift Com¬mon Room, 8 p.m. "Wellhausen’s Ap-p roach to the Synoptic Gospels.”Charles Cutler Torrey, Professor Em¬eritus of Yale University.Tuesday, May 15WORSHIP SERVICE (Federation ofTheological Schools), Joseph BondChapel, 10:30 a.m. TENNIS MATCH, Varsity Courts, 2 p.m.Chicago vs. Kalamazoo College.BASEBALL GAME, North Field, 3.30p.m. Junior Varsity vs. WheatonAcademy.TRACK MEET, Stagg Field, 4:30 p.m.Chicago vs. University of Illinois-Navy Pier.MOTION PICTURE: “The Childhood ofMaxim Gorsky (1938),” directed byMark Donskoi (Documentary FilmGroup), Social Science 122, 7:15 and9:15 p.m. Admission 44 cents.WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY FOUNDA¬TION LECTURE, Leon Mandel Assem¬bly Hall, 8:0 p.m. “The Predicamentof the Modern Poet.” Rolfe Hum¬phries, American poet. (Tickets willbe available without, charge at theInformation Office, AdministrationBuilding, beginning May 10, 8:15 a.m.)HILLEL SEMINAR: “Freedom and Pow¬er.” 8 p.m. Gerhard Meyer.JEWISH PEACE FELLOWSHIP: “Juda¬ism and Peace,” Graham Taylor Hall5757 University, 8 p.m. Dr. AbrahamCronbach.Wednesday, May 16TRACK MEET, Stagg Field, 3:30 p.m..Junior Varsity vs. Lutheran Instituteand North Park Academy.PUBLIC LECTURE (Intercollegiate Zion¬ist Federation of America), HillelHouse, 5715 Woodlawn Avenue 3 30p.m. "Kibbutz and City—Their Rela¬tions and Differences” EphraimShmueli, visiting professor of educa¬tion from Israel.PUBLIC LECTURE (Oriental Institute),James Henry Breasted Lecture Hall,8 p.m. "Cross and Crescent over AsiaT?d?<ir~R€llglous Syncretism in theThirteenth and Fourteenth Centur-ies. G. G. Arnakis, Assistant Profes¬sor of History and Classics, Universityof Kansas City.Thursday, May 17TELNNIS MATCH, Varsity Courts, 2 p.m,_ Ph.icago vs- University of Detroit.BASEBALL GAME, North Field, 3:30p.m. Junior Varsity vs. North ParkAcademy.PUBLIC LECTURE (University CollegeDowntown Center), 19 South La SalleStreet, 7:15 p.m. "The Roosevelt NewDeal. Roosevelt and the Courts ”C. Herman Pritchett, Associate Pro¬fessor and Chairman, Department ofPolitical Science.MOTION PICTURE: “Lysistrata” (Dor¬mitory Planning Committee), SocialScience 122, 7:15 p.m. Mark Ashin in¬structor in English in the Collegewill introduce Arlstophane’s famoussatire on war.LECTURE ON THE DANCE by Ruth St.Denis (Sigma Club), Leon Mandel As¬sembly Hall, 8 p.m. (Tickets areavailable at the Reynolds Club Desk,first floor, daily except Sunday.)METHODIST STUDENT FELLOWSHIP:Professor Kermit Eby “Christian Con¬science and Law,” 6 p.m. ChapelHouse. Supper 50 cents.HILLEL RECORD CONCERT: Motetsand cantatas from Dufay to Bach,7:30 p.m.FACULTY-GRADUATE COMMITTEEFOR PEACE: 7:45 p.m. Rosenwald 2,“Renazlfication Program in Ger¬many.” Rabbi Sidney Jacobs, Profes¬sor Millard Binyon.(Page 16 THE CHICAGO MAROON May 1Monday Store HoursDowntown, 9:15 to 5:45famou? romance?that wen taii for the wantof a giftfrom Field’sBluebeard was an ugly old ogre wlioen-balmier days had six wives and madedead sure they wouldn’t run out on himFatima, spouse number seven, realized#she’d made a grave mistahe when shediscovered their house had a morgueinstead of a mortgage. Of corpus she triedto run away. But Bluebeard unearthed theplot, there was a big fight and whenmourning came, it was Bluebeard who waslaid out. And all because he forgot that whenyou undertabe a love affair, you should dcyour ipade worh with a gift from Field’s!morals sometime? it ? mortifying to be without a gift from j— ieU