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THE EMERALD MAGAZINE KNIVERSITY OK OREGON, EUGENE. WEDNESDAY. APRIL L 1936 Man of the World By WALTER ENGELE The boy stood at the window of the living room. He did not wear "tin pants.” That would have at tracted attention to the fact that he was a freshman; it would have pointed him out as a member of a particular class. And he did not feel that he was really a member of any class; he could not identify himself with any definite group, for he was an individualist. His baggy, gray tweeds and loose-fit ting leather jacket classified him as such. In his mouth was a cala bash pipe large enough to aprise the world that he was a man. He sighed as he regarded the people in the distance walking slowly along their aimless paths upon the huge world. They were not people. They were not individ uals. They were merely small parts of the whole; their only contribu tion to society was to form a part of the masses. He looked upon them with a sort of ironic pity and shrugged his shoulders. "What’s eating you. Farlan?” somebody wanted to know. The boy turned and raised his eyebrows at Cooper, who stood at the fireplace smoking a pipe. There was nothing about Cooper that attracted attention ... or about the three fellows tangled up upon the couch. Farlan jerked his head toward the window. "See that man out there,” he said, “and that woman beside him pushing that carriage?” He paused for a moment, as though choosing his words. "You could almost call that tragedy." “Why?” asked Cooper. “Oh, the tragedy isn’t their own,” explained Farlan. “I’m speaking in a larger sense. I don’t suppose those two are facing any real calamity. But they aren’t in dividuals. They’re just part of the many. They're just . . . well, you know ...” ‘'Assuming their portion of the tragic burden of the masses," Coo per finished for him. "Yeah! That’s it.” Farlan felt proud because that was just what he had been about to say. "Those two aren’t really living. You see, some people are individuals. They do their own thinking. They live their own lives. They’re free. They’re not . . . they’re not . . . ” he faltered. “They're not tied down by social mores," Cooper came again to his rescue. “Just what,” inquired one of the men on the couch, “can be done about it?" Farlan frowned. “Just what is it that hold’s a man back ? As long as he isn’t tied down he still has a chance to express himself ... to be an individual. But what does he do? He gets married. He gets tied up with some woman, and first thing he knows he’s got a family. And then he slaves away the rest of his life for them, and has to for get all about himself. That’s the injustice of it all.” The red-headed youth at the far end of the couch sat up. "What do you want him to do . . . desert his wife and kids?" "No." Farlan replied a bit impa tiently. "He shouldn't get himself tied down in the first place. If a man wants to get any place he's got to realize that woman is infe rior. He should regard her a dun gerous being trying to get an easy living off him. He should be hard and . . and . . “Callous.” He looked at Cooper. "Hard and callous,” he said. "How about Kitty?" Red asked. "Did you ever tell her that?" Farlan grinned. "Of course, 1 didn’t say you can’t have a lot of fun with 'em. But you’ve got to tell yourself that they're just there for amusement. Let ’em know their place. Kid them around for awhile and then leave them.” The others laughed, and Farlan started away in disgust. They were too dense. How could a man of the world explain his point to these creatures of the masses ? He was glad that he had the courage to be free. The phone rang. "I’ll get it,” he said. He walked to the booth, and lifted the receiv er. "Hello.” he said, then, after a moment, “. . . oh, yes, speaking. Yes, it's me: what a silly question. Sure, I'm listening. Say, what’s the matter, anyway? Huh? What’s the matter . . . are you cryin? Well, it sounds like it. Listen, get down to the point will you? Sure, I can take it. What! What was that again? Are you tryin’ to kid me ? How do you know it was me? . . . No! No, I didn’t mean it like that. I ... I thought ... I . . . sure I want to do the right thing. No, I wouldn’t. You can trust me . . . I’m not a heel. Well . . . yeah . . . Good-bye.” He hung up the receiver and swallowed. When he came out of the booth he was visibly shaken. "What's the matter?" Red asked. "Anything wrong?” “No, no . . . nothing,” said Par ian, walking slowly to the window. He stood gazing at a blurring world outside. He wished the tears would stop running down his cheeks. Essay Contest Time Limit Extended The time limit of the Bennett es say contest has been extended un til April 25, Prof. George S. Turn bull, of the journalism school, said yesterday. The topic for this year’s contest is entitled "The In fluence of Pressure Groups in a Democracy.” Essays are limited to 5000 words. All who plan to submit an essay are requested to notify Mr. Turn bull, who is chairman of the sub committee on awards in charge of the contest. Last year’s winner was Charles Paddock, junior in journalism. Stage of the World (Continued from pane one) degree of success in defeating the last bonus bill to pass congress, but now their ridicule is being thrown to the winds. Had laughter come before rather than after passage of the bonus some real influence might have been borne against the , bill. Now these students are need lessly laying themselves open to the criticism and retaliation of the potent veteran bloc of our popula tion. Why invite such criticism when it is too late to accomplish anything ? In case some of you are wonder ing what the Veterans of Future Wars is students “united to force upon the Government and people of the IJ. S. the realization that ... all of us who will be engaged in the coming war deserve, as is customary, an adjusted service compensation, sometimes called a Bonus. We demand that this Bonus be $1,000, payable June 1, 1965 . . . Wo demand immediate cash pay ment plus 3 per cent compounded semi-annually for 30 years hack to June 1, 1935 .. . “Soldiers of America, unite! You have nothing to lose." This is an excerpt of the manifesto of the organization. Its "National Com mander" is Lewis Jefferson Gorin of Princeton. Auxiliaries are the Home Fire Division at Vassar, which is demanding free transpor tation to Kurope "to view the fu ture burying ground of our yet un born sons," and the Foreign Corre spondents of Future Wars at City College in New York, which was organized "to establi h training courses for members of the asso ciation in the writing of atrocity stories.” All that is good for a laugh, but the laughing is too late to do any thing except make the U. S. a little more peace-conscious. Subscription rates $2.50 a year V/' EASTER ^ LOOKS See to the style of your glasses at this season when “looks" mt an so much, when appearance is foremost in everyone's mind at Blaster time. If you have delayed ~ having Modern Glasses made Glasses optically better 'J and stylishly superior, stop by and see what we can sug gest in glasses in the new sinai t vogue. u t h • Phone .'I'iO t DR. ELLA C. MEADE OPTOMETRIST 1 l West 8th Satirist Fisher GEORGE ROOT Vardis Fisher’s Newest pNo Villain Need Be’ Has Pungent Campus Satire NO VILLAIN NEED BE. By Var dis -Fisher. Caldwell, Idaho, The Caxton Printers. $2.50. ‘‘No Villain Need Be" by Vardis Fisher brings a satiric close to the tetralogy on his life—the first be ing "In Tragic Life,” the second, “Passions Spin the Plot,” and the third (the climax), ‘‘We Are Be trayed." Unlike First Books Unlike the first three, this book dwells on Vridar Hunter’s (Fish er’s) struggles against suicide and tasks in rebuilding his life, his sin cere attempt in facing his inner self, his pungent satire on the cam pus life in Wasatch college (is it the University of Utah?), and the pillorying of the present American credoes. Emotional Depth It is a psychological novel, full of emotional depth measuring a man’s life, teeming’ with derisive chapters on American conventional morality. In the course of his at tempt to discover himself, Hunter teaches at universities in Utah, Chicago, and New York. Eventu ally he “matures” and goes back to Antelope Hills, (Idaho). Thus he bridges the American crude frontiers with the brimming life of the metropolis. Alf. Fajardo. I)r. Miller Goes East Dr. Vem W. Miller of Salem, graduated from the University of Oregon in 1927, has gone to Chi cago to take a post graduate course in special surgery. Dr. Mil ler is a staff member of the Ore gon state hospital. Send the Emerald to your friends ] Subscription rates $2.50 a year, j ii as l i .life ' Make a portable Help Raise Vour Grades BUY ’EM or RENT ’EM the Umiuersitij ?Co-Op We’re Not Fooling You When We Say That BRUCE and JACK and BILL Are the Best Soda Jerkers In the City Have Them Mix You One Shadows of the Past SOMLOQUY IN' RUSSIAN By GEORGE TELTOFT Here are your letters, your j thoughts, Your every word and phrase. To remind rne of our meetings past and gone, And of our kisses by the brook . . . I recalled the evening-shadowed | lane And the bench of coolish green, And how I pressed Your hand with mine. Softly to me your eyes were speak-: ing Of the young girl's love . . . Tenderly the leaves were trem bling, As the breezes gently sighed. And the words of love suddenly I was whispering to you. You squeezed my hand And I put my arms around you. Here are your letters, your thoughts, Your every word and phrase, Where are those meetings past and gone ? And the stillness of the great green woods ? Library Furnishing (Continued from paqe one) In 1934 and 1935, 10,690 books were added to the shelves of the circulation and reserve libraries. This amount was somewhat larger than any of the three previous years. Efforts are being made by sev eral groups connected with the University to provide funds for furnishing the new library. The Pomona college women’s glee club which appeared here Saturday brought about $100 for the brows ing room fund. Other sources are being tapped to provide money for the furnishings. SHADOWS OF THE PAST Russian Tvoee pisma, tvoee rechi, Tvoee phrasae i slova. Vspomnil ya baelaeyee vstrechi. Potseluyi oo roochya. Vspomnil temnooyou alleyou I zelenoyou skamyou Kak rookoi po.szal svoeyou Rookoo nesznoyou tvoyou. Mne glaza tvoyi sheptali Liubvi devichiei namek. Tiho listia trepetaii Veyal neszno veterok. I slova liubvi nevolno Soost moeeh vdrug sorvalis, Rookoo tea men szala bolno I tselooyas obnialis. Tvoee pisma . . . tvoee rechi Tvvoee phrasae i slova . . . Gde sze vae baelaeyee vstrechi ? Roshch zelenaeh tishina ? Long-Delayed (Continued from page one) method is to cover as much terri tory as possible. The directorates who have helped Toni Lucas to put over the Dime Crawl are: Betty Jane Bur nett, Alpha Phi; Eleanor Edlefsen, Gamma Phi Beta; Katherine Cum mings, Pi Beta Phi; Marjorie Bak er, Kappa Alpha Theta! Marjorie O'Bannon, Alpha Gamma Delta; Margaret Keene, Delta Gamma; Genevieve McNiece, Sigma Kappa; Marjorie Will, Alpha Chi Omega; Gladys Battleson, Alpha Omicron Pi; Bertha Sheppard, Zeta Tau Al pha; Betty Howell, Kappa Kappa Gamma; Dorothy Dickinson, phi Omega; Barbara Lively, Delta Del ta Delta; Ona Dee Hendrickson, Phi Mu; Gretchen Smith, Alpha Delta Pi; Barbara McBreen, Susan Campbell Hall; Dorothy Lachman, Hendricks hall; and Ruth Horack, Orides. Civilization A SKETCH By HOWARD KESSLER He thought: "Guess I’ll take in a movie for a little rest and recrea tion.” He paid and went in. He sat down. Just behind him. a baby sitting on its mother’s knee sucked her fin ger and ran it around in the man's j ear. He moved, across the aisle. The monster was coming through • the window of the bride’s apart ment. his claws outstretched, his 1 evil eyes agleam. The girl lay, face downward, on the bed. The ^ monster stealthily approached, bent | over to encircle her soft neck with i his deadly fingers. A tense mo ment. Loudly spoke up a man three rows back: “Don’t worry, lady; it's only the Fuller brush man!” Two portly men beside him be gan to talk. "I figger I should have made a birdie on that last hole, but ...” “You ought to have used a spoon. I told you that.” "No, I don't think so. You see ...” He moved. He sat down beside a burly work man with the asthma, who had eaten well of garlic. Furthermore, he kept leaning farther and far ther over the arm of the seat. A huge, 6 foot 6 athlete subsided in the seat just ahead, and he could see just the heads of the actors. He moved. He sat down next to two girls who shortly pulled out a sack of peanut brittle. The grinding was dreadful. Four newcomers moved in behind and each one cracked him in the back of the head with his elbow. A college youth nearby kept making bright remarks. He moved. The final cinematic clinch was pending. Romance was in the air. Behind him a girlish voice said pro testingly: “Don't John . . . John, stop . . . please stop ... oh, John, don’t . . . John . . . Stop! . . Ohhhh John!” He stood up, thumped his chest with his fists, and yelled like hell. They carried him out. screamin' and kicking. Calendar (Continued from pat/e one) promptly at 7:00 tonight to meet the Oregon State foilists. There will be a short business meeting preceding play. There will he a combined staff meeting of both the journalism and advertising staffs Thursday night at 7:30. All members are asked to be present. Master Dance meets tonight at 7:30. All members and pledges are asked to attend. Asklepiad club will meet tonight at the home of H. L. Armentrout at 7 o’clock. Orides will meet at the women’s cooperative house, 14th and Uni versity, for their Dime Crawl at 6:30 tonight. Independent men who desire to play intramural softball are asked to be at the field tomorrow after noon at 5. Come with tennis shoes prepared to play. YMCA cabinet will meet this afternoon at 3 o'clock at the Y hut. A Denver (Col.) theater has a dog on which it mounts an adver tising sign. This dog is trained to stop and look into windows so pe destrians and shoppers will see the advertisement. LOST—Looseleaf price book. Call R. Roberts, Hotel Benton, Cor vallis, or return to R. L. Cosher Co., Bloomington, Indiana. Re ward. 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