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KDTTO-R: ArTRTAAT FJCTTNETl THE EMERALD MAGAZINE nreECTOn: s. stehifnson smith UNIVERSITY OF OREGON, EUGENE, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1935 Edison Marshall Presents A Home-made Utopia In ?Dian of the Lost Land’ DIA.Y or THE LOST LAND, by Edison Marshall. H. C. Kinsey & Co. 1935. Edison Marshall's “Dian of the Lost Land” is a story of a section of the antartic where a group of blond Cro-Magnons live in a home made Utopia. The author has conveniently ar ranged for a Japanese current to come through this particular sec tion in order to furnish vegetables and other food for the race’s pres ervation. Story of Doctor The tale is of a doctor and his love for the tribal queen. He, very opportunely, has the build and col oring necessary to fill the require merits for membership in the society. The Neanderthal man is still ex tant in this south pole haven, too. Neanderthalers gave the heroine’s tribe some worry when they came lumbering along on the warpath, but the German hero saves the day with his bravery. Attack Feared This attack was the only thing feared by the Cro-Magnons. Other shortcomings of a well-rounded political state, such as insanity, old age, and prolonged illness, were eliminated by the use of a cave filled with carbon monoxide. The characters play a simple part in this novel, and the setting reminds one of a course in sociol ogy at the University. Simplicity THE WHERE-TO-GO MAN. Mar ion Lay. Collier’s. November 16. A good story to read during house meeting is Marion Lay’s “The Where-to-Go Man” in last week’s Collier’s. It is so simple that it satisfies a corresponding simplicity within us. Miss Lay is a graduate of the University, and the wife of H. L. Davis whose “Honey in the Horn” has caused so much comment. She doesn’t offer her husband any com petition in the literary field but perhaps that is a result of “wifely tact.” bea-Going For once they put Clark Gable in a picture where he might real ly have a chance to show his tal ents if he has them. And then in the same movie they put Charles Laughton. Result Laughton out shines Gable, Tone, and anybody else that you care to cast with him. It would be interesting to sec Garbo or George Arliss cast with Laughton. “Mutiny on the Bounty” this week at the McDonald is sea-going and bloody, and though it makes you hate and fear it also makes you laugh and love. But why doesn't someone tell Clark Gable to do something about that waist line? Psychology WEATH’S SADDLEMATES, by Walt Coburn, December Star Western. Man horse gun cow little cow girl another man. Why is this story? The west tern story is the ITtopinn classic of the ninetv-five nor cent of us who eat to live. The Western Story achieves complete reality for us by its simplicity of motivation and complexity of action. For the same reason a Sibelius svmphony is more popular than a Mendelssohn concerto: a Ravel Bo lero than a Bach Gavotte. Only a scholar, college profes sor or dilettante can afford the lux ury of possessing motives other than the primal forces fear, hun ger. love, and hate more refined motives such as sex and greed. The western story writer is the symbolistic interpreteur of the ninety-five per cent of us who live our petty, stupid, rather splendid little lives on the four cylinders of fear, hunger, love and hate. The powerful, raging thrusts of Sibelius or Ravel are more com prehensible to us than the platon ic thematic development of a Ha dyn Aria con Variazioni. We ask for statement without explanation and amplification. The louder and more primitive the statement, the better we like it. Thus we prefer the savage, graceless bass passag es of Sibelius to the subtle and in tellectual nuances of the Mozart woodwinds. So, in the western story, we ask for statement, action, quick, pow erful changes without the impedi ment of character delineation and complex motivation. We want to know what's done, not why. The motivation in the western is and must be the same as that in our own lives. We demand the stereotype of action without other than the primal motives because live that way. Sex is a luxury and angers us if inserted in the west Unique! the '36 Oregana, ern. Not having time to cultivate luxuries we despise th#m. Only an optimist would write a psychological western to appeal to the masses. Only a pessimist would read them. And only a fool would publish them. Thus do the humble appeal to the mighty, to the humanitarians of the intelligentsia, to please al low us to keep our Sibelius, Ravel, Haycox and Zane Grey. Or educate us. B. PRESCOTT. Bij Burneij Clark It seems a little sad that in America, shrine and center of the motor car industry, the sportsman driver has practically perished. In Europe he reigns supreme. Ministers of finance, lords, earls, dukes, statesmen, and sizeable sec tions of the haut monde are vio lent participants in all forms of auto racing. The European manu facturers lean heavily in the direc tion of sports models and the rac ing chassis. The professional rac ers are vastly out numbered by the amateurs. Here, almost the sole exponents of the gentle art of high speed driving (outside of professional circles) are the kids who drive hopped-up Fords, (And they, poor devils, are frowned on by the po lice, the public, and the press). Our preoccupation with “com fort" and “style” (damn ’em) has made the American motor car a plushy blot on the face of motor dom. Tt’s comfortable, powerful, inexpensive, and good-looking; but its roadability is atrocious to the nth degree. Tts flabby steering action and cockeyed balance are not only irritating but dangerous. And the annoying thing is that not one person in a thousand real izes that this is so. To get a true sports car, the American must either “hop-up" a Model A or buy a Deusenberg. The Model A has its faults and the Deusenberg costs around fourteen grand. In between there is noth ing. witli the possible exception of Auburn and Graham, except the Cord, and it remains to be seen whether Cord has solved its front end difficulties. Without the influence of the sportsman driver on motor and chassis design, our jollopes will con tinue to be beautiful but undriv able delusions, and the supreme tetst of the good motorist will be the ability to remember the gear shift. Distinctive! the ’36 Oregana. ?|SrfijaMSIS®3ISr.'USiSI5I5IB15ISJSE13I31S |j I WE INVITE YOU To Our PICTURE EXHIBIT Tonite and Tomorrow Nite 7:00 to 9:30 Pre-season showing of sev eral hundred beautiful gift pictures. I WALDORF PAINT CO. 1038 Willamette Street Opposite Register-Guard RECENT BOOK REVIEWS FULLY DRESSED AND IN HIS RIGHT MIND, by Michael Fes-1 I sier, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 3 935. $2.00. Johnny Price's mother sure should have taught him not to talk to strangers, because when he grew up it got him into a helluva mess. Of course, there was a mur der at his very feet and the scene of the crime was broad San Fran cisco street. But the man was lit tle and innocent and old and green eyes. But still he should’ve known better. Haunts Him The man haunted him, the man plagued him. The man went around committing murders. Xn fact, the man was The murderer, and there lay the fat man in the street, with blood on his head. Then again Johnny’s mother should have told him about nude women who go swimming in the middle of lakes in Golden Gate park. Certainly the lady was beau tiful and resembled a water nymph. Johnny should have j known. But Johnny fell in love, i Not Fit Reading Reviewers call the book fantas tic allegory and not fit to be read though so much had been expected of the first novel of Michael Fes sier, partly because of his excel lent work in literary features of Esquire. Style With Kick The blurbs say, “how can you describe such a story? There is so much in it—so incredibly much in such a little space.” When blurb ers can’t blurb, then the book must be jaw dropping. At any rate from the pages of this portrayal of good (the nude woman) and evil, (the green-eyed) man comes a tale that excites and satisfies. Then comes the matter of style of writing, which by any stretch of imagination could not possibly be better. It looks like what it ain’t, so ordinary and simple. But the wallop! It's a kick. MAN’S FATE, by Andre Malraux, translated by H. Mi Chevalier. H. Smith & R. Haas, New York, 1934, 360 pages, $2.50. Gruesomeness, terrorism, stench of decaying bodies, and sex are paraded before the reader with a delicacy which makes the usual tale of "murder and sudden death” seem raw and unfinished. “Man’s Fate” has a background of truth the attempt to establish Shanghai as a Chinese base for Soviet activities. Andre Malraux lived in Shanghai during these ac tivities and while he was a keen observer, he displays not a little Soviet sympathy. Characters Live The characters live. They are clean-cut, keen and hard. The read er is permitted to view their in most thoughts. These characters who work and strive and kill for the supposed salvation of human ity are sacrificed by the Soviet central committee because the failure of the revolution seemed certain. As the characters are ex ecuted or tortured, one by one, we see cowardice, heroism and exalta tion. But they leave behind them an undying passion for, and un questioning belief in, Sovietism. P. L. Brainard. Your Last Chance To Learn to Dance This Term Speeial Now Class for Beginners Wednesday, November 'JO at S p. m. 8 Two Hour Lessons $0 Co-eds $1 Sol Willamette Phone 30S1 HERRICK STUDIOS TOBACCO ROAD by John Kirk land. New York. Viking Press. 1934. 175 pages. $2.50. Despite the fact that the play has run nearly two years on Broad way and has just wound up a suc cessful season on the road, “To bacco Road” was closed for moral reasons in Chicago early last week. “Obscene,” said the mayor of that city after seeing one performance, and swept a serious attempt at portraying southern decay into the same dust-bin that received Sally Rand’s fan dance. The action was an echo of the controversy that raged among the reviewers when the play first opened in New York. Adaptation of a Novel As it stands, “Tobacco Road” is an excellent adaptation of Er skine Caldwell’s novel of the same name. And the play had the same difficulty in being accepted by a producer that the novel had m finding a publisher. Theater-goerj in New York soon recognized that the story of Jetter Lester is a profoundly dramatic presentation of the moral, mental, and physical degeneracy that can overtake the sturdiest of racial stocks. The re sulting hue and cry caused an in vestigation in Georgia that re vealed conditions actually worse than those in the play. Convincing Picture Kirkland has taken the essence of the novel and reproduced a con vincing picture; his attitude never stoops to cheap pornography, nor falls into morbid obscenity. If it is indecent, then the decay of any living matter is immoral, and dead flowers become a problem for the censors. Whether ' the reader chooses the novel or the fine con densation offered by the play, he will have had an experience in one of the universal tragedies—the de cay of qualities. R. W. PRAY. Bij Oia rlt*s A. Reed And so he was a Beast again a beast as he was born, a beast such as the germ-plasm of his long-dead ancestors had intended him to be. And all the dark plac es of the universes he had ever known bore down with weight up on the soul of this beast self. Ad venturing in the cosmos for count less universes, and now to this. His beast body writhed with ter ror of the unknown. Then there came to him that which he had feared, the firsst faint sense of pursuing Power. And he, the beast, was afraid to die, as his former consciousness in finitely more feared to live. To die ■—there was nothing else he had not done, no vibration he had not probed, no place or time, if such existed, that he had not known— and now he was afraid to die. The sense of the Power came nearer and that it should trace him down to this! and the Power was not a sentience; the Power was only a servant, a Law, of the Beings. And he would be a Pow er, if he did not die, and his Life consciousness shrank from that that nameless Law, even as his new beast’s soul shrank from death. Somewhere there was a vibra tion, that he remembered as light when first he was- born, but now he knew as sound. He changed den sity that he should fall to having density—and another beast went through. The Power came closer, seeking; and he knew that he had sunk to the ultimate level he had fled through all the forms he had ever known, and come back at last to Beast. He, that had been Es sence, must die. Mayhap this very Beast of his now was kindred to the Essence of his former self, for oft he had left parts of himself on spheres faltering through their last dying days, spheres so cold that they were as his first home, where TttsDonaQil Sat. for 5 days i imii Beast could survive. He had left parts of Essence, to spawn if pos sible, or die, as some Essence had once left part of itself on his first long-gone orb. He must die—if he lived, even as Essence, his Essence would he a Power of the Beings of Space, such as that Power which now his beast-self sensed approaching even to the galaxy where hung the dust mote upon which he existed. He must die—die as the beast that he was horn, though he could no longer remember the form of that beast, so much had passed be tween. It would not be so difficult, if only he knew where he had trans gressed. But the Laws of the Be ings of Space were their own, and into some cosmos his Essence had ventured that was marked as un known sanctuary, and so he had been doomed, and now some Pow er that had not escaped as he had vowed he would escape was sifting into the outer fringes of this gal axy to which it had traced hm. Of • wtf' "■«* Beard’s Women's Apparel 957 Willamette Phone 1996 Selle-Sharmeer turns to the FAR EAST for two inspired NEW colors • Watch these two new Belle Sbarnieer colors . . . lndra and Simoon. 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In a sudden agony of effort, he willed himself to die, but the beast was too weak, and he lived yet for a space, thinking of the things he had known, and the changes that were always the same. Universe on universe, dropping into cata clysmic oblivion, only the cosmos was eternal. Then there came to him, and poignantly, he who had forgotten sentiment until a beast again, the memory of his last love. He had been Essence, of course, and she? He had never known her, but her positive thoughts, un imaginably beautiful, had loved his positive Essence, and he had loved her thoughts. But she ? She was negative, unless he was nega tive—he had never known which he was. She was opposite. She was as far beyond nothing one way as he was the other; she was vacuumosity beyond the nothing ness of space. And now he must die; had she died. It was suddenly important. And then the Power was there, and all the wrought up revulsion of his being poured forth, his disinte grated molecules went streaming into space in wild escape. Thus suddenly he knew; a disrupted Beast was Death; and joy was ter ribly his, that had not known joy before. Books on Germany Arrive at Libe Reliable pictures of present-day Germany are portrayed in “Ger many Today and Tomorrow,” by Henry Albert Phillips. It is one of the new books at the Univer sity library. In this same category is “Fascist Germany Explains,” by Celia Strachey and John Gustav Wer ner, showing the contrast between Hitler’s promise and perform ance. To crash the roto gravure sec tions, a man has to have six fig ures; a woman, one good one. Distinctive!—the ’36 Oregana. CMt-Chat Bij Henriette Horok When critics criticize it's all in a day’s work, hut when critics criticize critics—the fun begins! Highbrow Saturday Review of Lit erature takes an editorial biff at Margaret Marshall and Mary Mc Carthy, and jtheir “Our Critics, Right or Wrong” bombshells in The Nation, advertised as “scintil lating gossip” not to be missed. Mary and Margaret seem to be having so much fun dealing out their hisses to critics who, perhaps out of habit, have long perched in the penthouses of literary criti cism, but the Saturday Review wags its venerable head and says, “read more carefully ladies! Be more tolerant of enthusiasm, less sure that you know just who is good, who has succeeded, who failed. Do not be too sure that the public is wrong when they send books into fifteen or sixteen edi tions; or that you are right when you complacently bury talents which are at least much riper than your own!” That’s sending them back to the kennel all right, but personally, we shy from most of the “best sellers” for scores of them, in spite of rabble clamor, go down to the cellar eventually. And too, there might be some thing to the famed saying of an old-time New York millionaire— “the public be damned!” Lucky Number! Have you a “mint” copy of Tom Sawyer in your home? Leo Weitz, a New York rare book dealer, who was handed a $49,000 check last week, as third winner in the Irish Sweepstakes will pay a pretty penny for one- That, and more books, is how the “lucky number” plans to spend his winnings. For Men Only! “The Bedroom Companion” or a cold night’s entertainment will make a perfect Christmas gift for father, grandfather, great grand father, and someone else’s daugh ter. Farrar & Rinehart, publish ers warn: “women must not read this book, unless prr scribed by a registered physician or a psycbia trist! The literary tantalizer will make its debut December 5, and promises to be a cure for man's neuroses, a SOP for his FRUS TRATIONS, a nightcap of forbid den ballads, full of discerning pic tures, scurrilous essays, and all in all a hot toddy for the forgotten male! Sounds like a patent med icine to us, but titles like, “To Hell With the Build-Up,” "Adult Adul tery,” “Memoirs of a Cad,” and “A Check List for a Bachelor Apart ment,” tend to make even the toes of the staidest spinster wiggle in her hightops. Will someone please see that Emerald’s Barney Clark gets a copy ? Unique!—the ’36 Oregana. gpiiiiniiniiiiHnimiiiiiniiiiMiiiiiMiinmiimiiiiianini ® Free Dancing I | 7:30 - 8:00 |j 1 at 1 1 GREEN PARROT g | PALMS M § Attend the Weekly ® f JITNEY JIG I 1 To the Music of |j | Art Holman y m And His Orchestra ^ 50c PER COUPLE * ■ a MiBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIBIIIIK After the | Dance, Show f| or between ?| Classes Meet Your Friends at the SIBERRIAN CREAM SHOP “2972” I I lltli and Alder Across from Si"ma Nu FOR YOU • SSig':; MM DISTINCTIVE NO DOWN-PAYMENT NECESSARY ■ 1 : —iunniiiiniiiiii iCTWimiiMiw m Mvunns"1 ■■■■ ... SUBSCRIBE NOW ! ! Jsi .’W'H 'v"!’ iiii'-siu*?! 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