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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (April 24, 1925)
Lyric Rainbow Edited by TFalter Evans Kidd God in His World The moon, the pretty, pretty moon, Wears a darling, darling shoon As she tripeth ’cross the night— The lovely pjght—in dreadful flight From the awful, sinful earth Where men make a jazzy mirth. Oh, God, I kneel in prayer to Thee And I could weep a salty sea O’ tears— o’ scalding tears tragic— Oh, I do wish I had a power magic To fill men’s hearts with kindly God To make them more than wicked sod. Oh, God, take mine trembling hand And leadeth me unto Thine Land. —MARTHA HENNLEY Sunset Between the breasts of hill the flame-gold sunset reaehed its fingers toward me— feeling across the purpled soft ness— it called. I stood—awed—inebriated by its wondrousness— I could not grasp its meaning with tmy little mind (made for little things) Between the breasts of hill it called— and, hesitant, I saw it burn— die— (felt the cool night wind draw its robe across my face —around me) hesitant I. —E. B. Queen White Hyacinth Leaning on her knight of court The green shoot, Intoxicated with her own per fume Swooning from her own beauty. —ellen g. McClellan. Night ’Neath my moon what doest thou, tVith a somewhat paler brow Than she giveth to the oceanf He, without a pulse or motion, Muttering low before her stands, Lifting his invoking hands Like a seer before a sprite, To catch her oracles of light; But thy soul out-trembles now Many pulses on they brow. Where be all the laughters clear, Others laughed alone to hear? Why they quaint jests, said for fame? Where they dances mixed with game? Where thy festive companies, Mooned o ’er with ladies ’ eyes All more bright for thee, I trow? ’Neath mine moon, what doest thou? • * —E. B. Poems to You I. You are my dream Of a Manchu princess; Hair of jet, Skin of pearl, Cunningly painted mocking lips— Eyes of a hundred dancing flames. You sit in a garden By the lacquer gates S And watch the peacocks strut lazily up and down You throw cake to the gold and silver fish Gliding about in the lapis pool. i Do you wait For_a lover, Oh dr’eam of mine ? n. You are a shadow on a still pool, Shadow of a silver birch, Shadow quivering as the fishes pass, The amber fish with lazy fins, Shadow darkening as the twilight comes, And still The amber fish swim to and fro. —MARY FITCH. Resurgence Down from the sombre heights they come The mighty blasts which sweep all life before them, And thru thei crumbling wall of old resistance Creeps the red-blue flame of death. Strange yearnings eome Death—night—and the stars—' And with the keen curved acim iter of pain I fight my way into the world again. —ALICE ANN TUTHILL, ’25. • • < Cherry Blossoms V cherry tree" in bloom Overhangs the old millrace, [ts snow white blossoms misty, Like a veil of rare old lace. knd all her filmy splendor From the earth she must ob tain knd like a million mortals, This gift has made her vain. -ETHA JEANNE CLABK, ’28 t • Failure And if I fail today, what of tomorrow? Will anyone but me remember long! Why should I let my failure bring me sorrow When no one even knew I had a song— When no one ever dreamed I had within me A coal of anything, a smouldering spark, And so could never guess that I had fanned it To stir its warmth and fire to light my dark? So, if I fail today how can it matter That I have striven long—no one will see. There will remain no trace—no scar of failure— But only my remembrance—haunting me. —MERLE OLIVER. * * • * Buttercup Dawn The buttercups hold The lyric of truth In silence of gold For first of their youth. A calico girl r With eden-blue eyes, Heard larks uncurl Their souls in the skies. An overall boy With freckle-tan nose, ■ Felt erystal joy Through dew on his toes. They both now are gone— In one pause of time Life sang the dawn To buttercup rhyme. —WALTER EVANS KIDD. (From “The Harp Magazine”) Communications ♦ (Continued from page two) laine could not sanction realism in art; nor could Wordsworth. Bar bey d’Aurevilly, Swinburne, and Os car Wilde all follow Baudelaire in the attempt to produce sensual ap peal. Anyone familiar with J.-K. Huysmans will remember his de scription of Gustave Moreau’s work in which Huysmans strives to rival the painter in richness of colour. As will be seen in the above, the opinions on Poetry are so diverse that there can be no one truth in the matter. However, I feel justi fied in asserting that although the pattern or form in which Poetry may be embodied differs, still ail Poetry must possess That Some thing which carries an aesthetic ap peal,—That Something may be simply defined as Beauty. That which the ordinary reader realizes in some way in a human personality. But what does he de mand of the poetf The explana tion of the age? No! He demands Beauty. It matters little to him if the work be useless from the social point of view: the import ant question is, has the artist pro duced a beautiful work"? Tours truly, \ FREDERICK SCHLICK. POET AGREES WITH SCHLICK To the Editor: Dear Sir: In view of the fact that a con troversy has arisen over the so called poetry of our little news paper, I feel it necessary that my attitude and opinion toward the matter be known along with those already expressed, not only because I am one of the attacked, but be cause I too enjoy a bit of excite ment occasionally and feel a thrill of joy at contributing to the melee. In the first place I agree with Mr. Schlick in everything. I truthfully believe that our poetry isn’t much good, and that like most of the things on this campus has loads of room for improvement. It is purely the ravings of enthus iastic minds yearning to express themselves, and it is fine and splendid of our campus paper to al low us to air our little impressions Alice Terry Conway Tearle Wallace Beery Huntley Gordon YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SEE Zona Gale’s MISS LULU BETT The Comedy they’re all talking about. Ask Those Who Saw It GUILD THEATRE 50 and 75c—No Tax Telephone 142 in its Thursday column. After all, college is to encourage and bring out all that which is striving toward an attempt at cre ating, and the “poets” of the Uni versity don’t pretend, I am sure, to be geniuses. They are only working toward perfection, and, I agree with Mr. Schliek, they are very far from it. In spite of all our apparent braggodocio, we real ize that, but criticism, when of fered in the manner in which he gave it, is not accepted willingly by amateurs. We are only too aware of our faults—they are too near the surface, and consequently, are a sore spot with us. Our sarcastic replies were prompted by the same note in the letter of Mr. Schlick. I’m sure that if he had attempted to criti cize us in tone less harsh, and with a motive of helping to correct our faults, we should have paid heed to his letter and respected his criti cism. I welcome any criticism, myself, if it is given in a spirit of kind ness, for I realize that my work is inferior in a great many respects, and could largely benefit by the right type of correction. If Mr. Schlick, who has had so many ad vantages and so much experience before coming to the University of Oregon, could have offered his knowledge to us in the right spirit, we should have accepted it gladly. I hope this controversy, which has become childishly personal, will be forgotten, and that we neophytes Help Wanted We have a few more attrac tive positions for college stu dents who wish to work dur ing spring vacation. Good salary guaranteed. Write 566 Pittock Block, Portland, Oregon. may enjoy, in a sane and unpreju diced way, the criticism and help of those who are willing to offer it. PHILIPPA SHERMAN. MATHEMATICIAN SPEAKS To the Editor: And I have heard several Ore gon editors and many alumni praise the Lyric Rainbow column. I hope Mr. Woodward will give more space to poetry. ’ A MATHEMATICIAN. Dc Rotjal Qick Stati o fiery the Oregon Spirit." m'tim® A OW Th &?£” *w STAMONERy PaperVery 'ate* in box and Pound See D“p,a>r« Wind, University pharmacy Our New Ten-Pay-Plan Puts Society Brand and Fashion Park Clothes within the reach of Every Man—and at Cash Prices This extraordinary service is inaugurated for the con venience of every responsible man in this community who finds it inconvenient to pay $30 to $60 for a suit at one time. It enables men to wear better clothes, and it is an assured fact that the best is the least expensive in the long run. Society Brand and Fashion Park Spring Suits In the new models and fabrics—Sandstones, Azure Blues, Piping Rock Broadmoors and other new shades in high favor this Spring. 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It’s going over big I feel sure. Every pledge is registered on the huge thermometer in front of the drive headquarters — and the mark is climbing fast. * » • Because every moment ia so prycious these days I went down t6 the Bose La Vogue Shop and had any hair marcelled—and now I don’t have to think of it. It gives one such a sure feeling to know that one looks one’s best. Hurrying about on these crowd ed days one has not time to fuss about misplaced locks. The Bose La Vogue marcels are excellent and stay in for a remarkably long time. * • * What could be more suggestive of spring than tulipsf At Baup’s Floral Shop, we bought some wax-like tulips in bright yellows ! and contrasting shades. They I add a touch of color to an other [ wise drab room. They have dif i ferent sized tulips, and in a great 1 variety of colors. i Clever slips are needed wit! the bright flannel and tub sill dresses which are so popular thii spring. At the Art and Needle craft Shop, which is on Wesi Ninth street, next to the Firsl National Bank, I got a charming silk crepe, shadow-proof slip, t< match my coral dress. They alsc have these slips in other colors as well as many styles. The ra dium slips are adorable also. We had a delicious salad this noon that was made with Hein: beans, combined with celery and cucumbers. They were bought al Underwood and Elliott's Grocery where a Heinz 57 demonstrate) is preparing appetizing dishes tc show housewives how to use th< various products. The demon strator will be there on Saturday also. ,» Vj ■ » * • Hazel and several of the other girls who have been allowing their hair to grow all winter went to the Oo-ed Barber Shop yesterday, and bad their hair bobbed again. With signs of spring, the fever for bobbed hair seems to grasp even those who were apparently the most enthus iastic for long hair. • • • For the after-graduation bride —a lovely chest of Community silver with a fifty year guaran tee! I would almost be willing to get married just to receive one of these fine chests. Skate’s are showing the Bird of Parudise i pattern which is unusual in shape and distinctive in design. One may start with six each of the necessary pieces and then build it up as circumstances permit. i • i I must away—and after more prospects for the Student Union, r tell you, Anne, we’re going to ;et that community center yet— iust watch! CAROL. • IIUIliaonUJUtUllUUHtMIliUUlUiUaillUUtCIIIIIUHlI
