MIRIAM ETCHNER, Editor
THE EMERALD MAGAZINE
UNIVERSITY OP OREGON, EUGENE, WEDNESDAY. APRIL 22, 1036
HOWARD KESSLER, Assistant
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EOT EVER
By THOMAS W. LAWSON McCALL
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Great eddying swirls of dust
screened the long wagon train from
the direct flame of the August
sun. Dust driven heavenward, as
if the plodding feet and slow roll
ing wheels that sent it upward
clouding were purposed for that
very thing. Well they might have
been, for the aimlessness and
heartlessness of their motions. Not
an animal, two legged or four, in
that caravan knew where it was
going for certain. Since leaving
the battle scarred route in the face
of a prairie fire, the possible num
ber of destinations had narrowed
down. The black rocks of the can
yon walls conspired with the sun,
the acrid powders of the old river
bed, and the Gods of misdirection
created in the minds of the wagon
trainers the firm conviction that
death was all that lay before them.
The terrible words of John Carl
Danish, his prophecy the night be
fore that the best any of them
could hope to get would be a niche
in heaven, had seemed to them a
little dramatic, and not to be tak
en too seriously. Then, too, a moon
had floated serenely over the can
yon imparting a silver haziness to
the walls so black and uncom
promising by day, a breeze had
carried the sweet scene of the cool
ing desert through the tired camp.
Life had seemed fair then, a thing
to be coveted and held at any cost.
But life in this waterless dust
swirl was a fetter that held man’s
body against the fiery stake when
it could have been lying in the
dewey pastures of an ctherial land,
and John Danish’s words took on
a new meaning.
The hollow coughing of the ani
mals came incessantly through the
grey pall. They can't hold up much
longer, Sarah thought. Everyone
in the ever slowing tunnel of wag
ons probably held the same
thought. Everyone? Not quite.
The golden head that rested on
the ample knee held nought of
horror or death. And Sarah dream
ing of a far away home showered
in peach blossoms Sarah cheered
by the sweet curve of the lips of
her childish burden forgot the
brown heat that swept from the
canvas top to the well loaded bed
of the lurching wagon.
Chilluns is happy things, she
mused, never filled with worry or
sadness for more than a minute.
Now if they had had one she and
Sammy. She and Sammy . . . Her
mind caught and hung ticking . . .
He seemed very close now ... A
song caught her lips fleetingly
. . . The song the band had played
when they sat in the park the day
they had started that childless
compact . . .
Something had touch her hair in
its passing. Looking quickly to
the floor she saw a rose then she
turned he stood in the half open
door resplendent in a red suit,
shiny new boots, and a white but
toned shirt of black silk surmount
ed by a huge purple four hand.
His arms were banked with flow
ers.
A V t t«u .v i«» a <» rv \ ,y '" * *»»*-*» «»»v .
Fo’ ever, Come!" She echoed his
"Fo' ever" and ran to him . • .
Down the flight of dreary stairs
she had gone forever. A landrail
drawn by two prancing bays stood
by the curb. In one hand she held
the flowers while the other clasped
his arm tightly as they drove down
the little cobbled street in a proud
dream. They had always been hap
py together. Nights of moonlight
in the Danish orchards along the
Potomac . . . Oh, so many things.
Moments of bliss . . • Perfection.
They probably had their lifetime
of joy in that short year. That
was why God had to take Sammy.
She had often rationalized thus
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. . . But she vindicated Him slowly
for His part in making a dear life
eternal when the temporary one; 1
meant so much to its possessor 1
. . . Near the end she was glad j
that the thread of existence, grown 1
so thin to hold in balance, had j 1
snapped, releasing the soul from its 1 '
grey and tortured shelter . . . But
why, oh why? Two great tears,!1
twin rivers of sadness, wore black ,
rivulets through the grey mask of
face dust. “Don't cry, Sarah." A.
sweet pitying voice ... A drying '
caress of the chubby little hand j
. . . Sarah was once more back in
the swining, creaking cart, amid
its deathly halo. "Ah wam’t cryin’,
Sally chile. Just a touch of hay
fever.”
The jolting and lurching of the
wagon became suddenly increased
as the rays of the setting sun
chased sidewise through the long j
dusty aisles . . . The bellowing of
the oxen became intense . . . Horses
nickered in dry excitement. The .
pall of the afternoon was broken
by a great shout . . . Sarah called
to the sweating driver . . . He
turned with a face upon which
elation was speaking. “Thank God
. . . they smell water.” And they
must have for there was no hold
ing the horses in the remuda. They
left at a belated trot. Behind
them with anxious jealous eyes
. . . the pulling oxen looked on
their retreating forms. They set
tled down to a faster pace as the
thirsty vanguard disappeared as a
grey cloud. '
Everywhere was the silent rust
ling of leaves, the cool chuckle of
crystal water, moving fast. The
wagons were scattered here and
there over a large meadow sur
rounded by cottonwoods and wil- 1
lows. Their customary circular or
der was abandoned for the nonce '
at least . . . Any other semblance '
of the military routine upon which 1
Colonel Danish ran his wagon 1
train was conspicuous by its ab-1
sence . . . This night was a night 1
for celebration . . . The moon had
gotten a good lead on its trip to
ward the zenith before the last of
the bathers was seated around the
camp fire . . . The burning crags
and choking dust seemed impc|si
ble nightmares of a warped con- ;'
sciousness in this cool oasis . . . ]'
Guitars and singing followed the
sweet wood smoke toward the 1
stars. A small brown jug flashed '•
hither and thither in the happy
group that circled the fire . . . '
Gay talk and laughter . . . The lit- 1
tie red prairie wolves peering from 1
their safe heights heard the 1
strange cacaphony, raised their '
whining mewing yelps in answer.
Nocturnal animals venturing to
wipe the memories of a parched
day from their minds and throats,
drew back into the willows as the
led firelight caught them slinking
close. It had appeared a tiny danc
ing spot of red when they looked
from caves in the lofty rims.
Neither yelped nor skulked Oom
manche war leader, K unning
Wolfe. His reaction to the sight
below was the very faintest of the I
very crudest smiles. He turned to [
the lesser chiefs beside him and in |
gutteral. clipped monosyllables out-|
lined his plans for the massacre. (
As the campfire embers glowed
dully into grey ashes the crickets
and frogs silenced suddenly their
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erenade to the moon beams. Black
iplotches drifted over the tiny sil
very clearings, then were gone
luickiy and silently. Two figures
letached themselves stealthily
rom the foliage and floated to!
vhere the remuda guard sat |
lodding, his back against a tree
>ole. He slumped on his left side
vith a long sigh. His scalp came
oose with a rip. An errant morn- j
ng breeze dallied across the faces;
if the sleepers and was gone,
iringing in its wake seemingly, a
lundred noiseless shadows. Each
:arried a club of obsidian. They
vent from sleeping figure to sleep
ng figure in pairs ... A thud and
i sight, or a moan, and a dream
lad been interrupted, only to soon
tself eternally.
Sarah dreamed with the monn
ight full on her face. She stirred
is shadow took its place but did
lot wake. The vapors of subcon
iciousness took the forms of things
tear to her in days gone. Spring
n Washington with she and Sam
ny going arm in arm under the
ludding beeches. It had been a day
ike that her face, black silver in
he soft luminous light was smil
ng. With an arc lighted as a fall
ng star, the war club fell. Some
king touched Sarah's hair in its
lassing. Looking quickly to the
door she saw a rose. Then she
:urned—He stood in the half open
ioor his arms full of flowers.
“I’ve come to take you with me
Fo' ever—come.” She echoed his
ever and ran to him.
Pi Kaps Take
(Continued from pane three)
uns number four and five. Her
in’s bingle brought Casciato in
vith run number six, the last
ally by the losers.
:Ji Kaps Rally
The Pi Kaps dug in and worked
lard to overcome this 6 to 2 lead.
^Iton Owen’s second triple of the
lay brought brother Don Owen
icross the rubber in the Pi Kap
lalf of the third. A single by Mik
dak then scored Elton, and Cup
joletti scored on an error to bring
he score to 6 to 5. In the fifth
nning, Mikulak and Cuppoletti
scored after the catch of Gasman's
ong high fly to center field, put
ing the Pi Kaps in a 7 to 6 lead,
rhree more runs were chalked up
n the sixth, when Elton Owen's
ripie scored Towers, Owen scoring
m Mikulak's single. The final run
vas made by Mikulak on a lusty
louble by Gasman, Pi Kap key
itone-sacker.
The game was closely fought
md well played, with the Pi Kaps
vorking hard for their 10 to 6 win.
)on Towers made some sensation
il catches in center field for the
vinning nine.
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LINES IN A LUXURIANT
SPRING
Sometimes I wish that my mind were all nice and natural and normal
and didn't have a quirk
That makes me berserk.
But often the folks who are the calmest-and-collectedest and by far
not the jerkiest
Are the berserkiest
Which leaves me up in the air
And wishing, along with T. S. Eliot, that I could teach myself to care.
Perhaps I am the victim of a complex persecution mania and my right
hand doesn’t know what my left hand is thinking
Or perhaps I’ve been drinking —
At any rate
My otherwise bright and model little mind is in what is commonly
termed as a helluva state.
And when I ponder,
Letting my mind meonder,
On the fact that there is ahead of me another year in the Universitatus
Men's Agitated Molars,
I somehow think how nice it would be to run away from it all and join
up with the Holy Rollers.
Of course, then, out of life I wouldn't get a lot
Except the place I rolled in, which would more than likely have to be
some vacant plo^
With a sign on it, “For Rent”
And big enough to house a circus tent.
However, all this baldertrap, pish-tush, and piffle isn't getting me
any nearer
To my main thesis, which was supposed to be something about how
LIFE with a capital L is getting dearer and dearer;
And that people no longer seem to care about the things what really
matter
Like the teachings of Nitchy, Powys, or Walter Patter.
I would try yelling, “o tempore, o mores!"—
Only I’ve forgotten the exact literal translation and I wouldn’t want
to be classed with the bores
Who go around spouting Elbert Hubbard and Latin quotations
Expecting to reform nations
When what they really need, to get at the base of their faults
Is a dose of saults.
Oh my, where, for me, is the song of songs
I hear only gongs
So 1 guess Willyum Shakespeare was right when he said "all the
world's a stage and all the men and women merely players"
And my next move should be to don theatrical grease-paint and join
the ranks of the 'king-of-all-I-survey'-ers
Or the optimistic liey-hey-ers
But if its all the same to you and I really get my cherce
I’ll just keep on going from bad to werse!
Obligato .for tbe
Pipes of Pan
Spring! Spring! Springspringspring
Oh.
Lookit the sun and lookit the trees,
Smell all the flowers and sniff at
the trees,
Bask and wallow among the breeze
And disregard the nettles!
Oh.
Shake the blossoms among your
hair
And discard your warmer under
wear,
And collect yourself a woodland
lair
Sans garbage cans and kettles!
(Because God knows you can’t
COOK in spring or wash in
spring or WORK in spring
With the wildest sort of geese
a-wing and a place I know with
a grapevine swing and FRESH
mushrooms in a fairy ring . . .)
Oh. Spring!
Faculty Members
Attend Convention
Several University faculty mem
bers are attending the Progressive
Education association conference
being held in Portland today at
Reed college.
Among those attending are
Dean J. R. Jewell, Dr. B. W. De
Busk, Dr. N. L. Bossing, and Dr.
R. W. Leighton, from the school of
education; and Dean John F. Bo
vard, Earl E. Boushey, and H. S.
Hoyman, from the physical educa
tion school.
Dean Bovard arrived in Portland
yesterday from St. Louis, where he
had been attending the national
convention of the American Physi
cal Education association.
No one has ever been able to
discover where tuna fish spend the
winter months. Even tagging has
failed to reveal the secret.
Sword of
Damocles
Ey HOWARD KESSLER
He sank into the soft center of
the big bed, yawned, and sighed
in content. A long day’s hike had
given him an appreciation of sleep,
and he looked forward to hours of
slumber.
It was a warm evening and the
windows were thrown wide. Faint
sounds of conversation and click
ing heels drifted up pleasantly
from the Spanish square below.
Through half-closed eyes he saw
a church spire cleave the lustrous
Mediterranean moon, and an ec
static feeling of well-being filled
his tired mind and body. To lie
suspended between consciousness
and sleep was delicious.
An ominous humming sound
jerked him suddenly back from
oblivion. Like a subdued airplane,
the zurring zoomed and died away,
to return a second later, closer this
time.
"Damn! A mosquito!” He
turned over on his back and lay
waiting for the insect to approach
within striking distance. As it did,
he slapped out viciously. The sound
ceased.
"Ahhh! Thank God!” he sighed,
and again rolled over to snuggle
his head in the pillow.
Two minutes elapsed. Then the
tantalizing droning began again
about his head. He cursed, and
remembered the large bumps and
painful wounds these beastly mos
quitos gave him. He concentrated
on the placement of the mosquito
and its systematic extinction.
Swipe! The droning continued.
Slap! He struck himself violently
and was tormented with the fear
that the insect had alighted on his
face. He slapped hard at his fore
head, his neck, his cheeks, his
arms. For a minute there was
quiet.
Zzzzzzaurrroom! There it was
overhead again. He sat up. waved
his arms about in the air, and
clapped his hands together in a
vain attempt to catch the wary
devil. He lay down, but, plagued
with uncertainty as to the where
abouts of his inquisitor, threw the
sheets over his head.
It was too warm, and he came
out for a breath of the cool waters
of the air. No sound. Then it came
flying around his head. Zzzzzrur
room! Frantically, cursing loudly
now, he beat his arms. The mos
quito droned along safely, dipping
down suddenly to alight on his
nose, but taking off too quickly for
him to catch it.
A bite from his tormentor now
seemed a horrible fate, a wound
that would disfigure him for
weeks. Tantalizing, the mosquito
hummed about the head of the bed.
God! Would it never stop! Would
it never stop that maddening, men
acing droning drone'
He felt a flick of wings in his
eyes, swung desperately, missed,
and heard the zzzzurrroom circling
yet. He stood up on the bed,
jumped up and down, tore his hair
wildly, insanely, shouted, screamed
gnashed his teeth, whirled like a
mad dervish, and flung himself
prone upon the bed. He wept free
ly
Overhead droned the mosquito.
Zzzzzurrroom!
More than 10,993,200 Bitales, in
678 languages, were distributed
throughout the world during 1933.
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