THE EMERALD MAGAZINE
TNIVERSTTY OF OREGON, ETTOENE, WEDNSDAY, MAY 13, 103(5
MTRIAM ETOHNER, Editor '
HOWARD KESSLER. Assistant
By DICK WTLLTAMS
Sleep paused uncertainly beside
Mary Lou's little bed. There was
something wrong here. He could
feel it. The tiny face, encircled by
a tumbled mass of golden hair, was
hot and flushed. She tossed rest
lessly, pulling her covers and
moaning. In an adjoining room
could be heard anxious inquiring
voices—almost whispering. A door
opened admitting a crack of light
•—then several tiptoeing figures.
Sleep drew quickly hack into the
shadows. This was a strange busi
ness; what did those people mean?
Mary Lou should have gone with
him long ago. As he stood puzzled
in the darkness, he felt suddenly
that he was not alone. There was
some one near—very near. He
looked behind himself into the
deeper shadows—then he saw his
hidden companion. Saw and rec
ognized. This was the fellow who
sometimes followed him. That
grim masquerader that, so often in
the disguise of himself, had crept
into just such a room as this un
expected — unheralded — and
claimed his victim before sleep,
the weaker, could interfere.
He turned and spoke to the
shadows which were thick behind
him.
"Why have you come ? You are
not wanted here.” There was a
low chuckle—mirthless, hard.
"Am I ever wanted?” Tt ques
tioned, "and if so must I come?”
Sleep hesitated then answered.
"There are times when you are
wanted—many times you don't
come. Some attempt to make you
•—some are afraid. There was the
wuiiiini in mat tenement. nouse
whom you let suffer for weeks be
fore you would allow her the peace
which you knew must be hers. You
even kept me away T could have
helped her a little. But you must
not stay here. You have many
places to go. I was first. The
dark intruder grinningly replied.
“Many times you are first," it
whispered, "but how many times
have I robbed you.” I must always
win sometimes—why not now.
What can you offer her which T
cannot? You have nothing to give
hut strength to start another day.
There will be so many days of pain,
hardships and sorrow. All that you
can do is prolong her suffering
until she is mine forever you are
a hypocrite, Sleep, your promises
are as fleeting as insecure as the
life which she must live. You're a
fraud.”
“And you, what can you give
her?” Sleep looked searchingly
into the gloom.
"I can give her what you are
supposed to. Rest, peace, escape
from all of this.” The shadow
pointed toward the tossing child
and the figures bending over the
bed.
"Perhaps you are right, but she
does not want you look, see how
she fights against you. You must
leave now.” But there was no
move in the blackness.
The figures over the bed bent
lower. A white table covered with
a glittering array of shiny instru
ments was wheeled close beside the
little one. Another table was
brought in and the child, crying
quietly, was lefted gently onto it.
A bright light was focussed over
the second table. Sleep and his
companion drew still further back.
A woman dressed in rustling white
— wearing a cloth shield over her
mouth-stepped tip to the first ta
ble and stood waiting. The figures
bending over the child straightened
up. Two of them the smaller
clinging to the larger left the
toon* closing the door behind
them. The third also dressed in
white beckoned to the woman who
handed him a tiny knife.
Sleep felt a movement behind
him. He turned but his comrade
of a second before was gone. Look
ing around quickly he saw him—
not distinctly but vaguely. A
filmy shadow hovering expectant
ly over the second table. The child,
her thick hair like a cascade of
gold in the bright light, had
Stopped crying lying limp and
still and the bare table. Tn her
long curling lashes were several
tears turned to sparkling dia
monds by the hard brilliance of
the lamp. Instruments flashed
back and forth between the man
and the woman. They were no
longer shiny but stained a dull
red color. They were quickly im
mersed in a metal box of boiling
water coming out once again—
white and clean.
Then slowly the man straight
ened up. His face was expression
less behind the white mask but
his eyes like pieces of broken
glass under the intense light
brought to watching Sleep a mes
sage that held both despair and
hope. The waiting- shadow edged
closer. Even, the man seemed to
sense the nearness of its presence.
Tenderly he laid a caressing hand
on the small forehead. The heat
had gone it was cold—almost too
cold. The brilliance of the lamp
seemed to be dimming a shadow
—formless — shapeless — nothing
ness was falling over the sec
ond table. The man stood with
clenched fists. The woman stared
wide eyed afraid. The little
figure lay motionless, her face —
not long before so gay and happy
was drawn and twisted. Her
hair no longer gleamed — a dark
film covered the gold. Then even
as it had come the shadow van
ished. The tortured face relaxed.
The man sank weakly into a chair. 1
The woman covered her eyes with
her hands and wept. For a nnoment '
there were tears on the long, curl- '■
ing lashes tiny pearls white. I
Then they were gone — she was 1
smiling. i
Sleep paused-in the far corner — 1
slowly at first then quickly he i
stepped across the room -to take a <
tiny hand which reached out to his s
laughingly he led her away. I
Marsh Defends Lowbrow
Bnffoonrg and Cartoon
On Basis of Laughter
By BILL MARSH
When you stop to consider it,
our great American sense of hu
mor is a mighty funny thing. Sar
casm, irony, ail the comic elements
except burlesque, or ridicule are
lost on the average American.
But how we have developed our
national appreciation of the ridi
culous! Without it, we probably
would never have seen either slap
stick comedy or the animated car
toon. But with it, America has be
come the homeland of both.
And why not? I'm an average
sort of an American, and X like to
laugh. I can't find any laughter in
the so-called great comic elements,
such as the ponderous irony which
Ibsen is liable to indulge in every
so often. But I can laugh like
blazes at a moving picture of a fat
man, fairly bursting with dignity,
who treads firmly on a banana peel
at the top of a long flight of stairs,
hangs poised horizontally in mid
air for a moment, and then crashes
to the bottom, skids through a re
volving door and fetches up hard
against the side of an Italian fruit
peddler’s push-cart, causing an
avalanche of fruit to descend over
his shoulders.
That’s rather far-fetched, even
for slapstick but the idea is there.
And how about the cartoons? The
poses through which these amusing
pen-and-ink characters can be put
are limitless. And they are so ut
terly ridiculous, they are so far
removed from any sort of reality,
that laughter is inevitably the re
sult of their unreeling.”
So what right has any critic to
condemn either slapstick or car
toons, simply because they are low
brow buffoonry? Buffoonry is
funny. And I don’t give a tinker’s
damn about the arbitrary aesthetic
values of corhedy. If it makes me
laugh, it is, as far as I’m con
cerned, good.
On that basis, slapstick and car
toons are both good and worth
while.
Orval Etter Wins
Essay Contest
General Theme for Animal
Bennett Competition Is
Free Government
Orval Etter, junior in law, yes
terday was announced the winner
of the Philo Sherman Bennett
essay contest. First prize is $25.
The subject this year was “The
Influence of Pressure Groups in
Democracy.”
Etter concluded liis essay with
:he. statement that while pressure
groups are indispensable to a
lemocracy, they may, in unscrup
llous hands, threaten the very
>asis upon which democracy
itands. “To abolish pressure
groups is neither necessary, desir
ible, nor possible. Yet our critical
nental faculties should not be al
owed to die. Education should
imply reward intellectual indepen
lence, and leaders everywhere
hould encourage the common man
o think for himself.”
Howard’s Shoe Shop
Good Repairing
S7 I hast 1 3th Street
The judges for the contest were
Dr. Robert Horn, Dr. Victor P.
Morris, and Dr. Waido Schumacher.
This contest is financed in 24
state universities through the aid
of Philo Sherman Bennett, a busi
ness man in New Haven, Connect
icut. The general theme is the
principles of free government.
Each year the committee selects
a topic under that subject.
Sandifur Works in Portland
Charles Sandifur, who was grad
uated from the school of business
administration at the end of fall
term, is now employed in the
sports department of Sears, Roe
buck and Co. in Portland.
Spring Slant
Sun
rays
slant
across
the
campus;
I squint.
When I Am Gone
By G. YALE BIKMAN
She’s beautiful, and I can sing of
beauty;
She's oh, so sweet, and I can sing
her fame;
But who of you will undertake the
duty
To sing when I no longer breathe
her name?
Her eyes are like the sunset glow
at evening;
Her voice the muses long to play
upon;
Sweet words of all her loveliness
I’m bringing.
But who will sing of her when
I am gone ?
Oh, can it be that when she takes
her leaving,
And when I follow to the grave,
anon,
Then, after painless tears and
empty grieving,
No one will sing of her—when I
am gone ?
Farr Awarded $450
Scholarship in East
Donald Farr, senior in business
administration here, has- been
awarded a $450 .scholarship at
Northwestern university in Chica
go. The scholarship is in the form
of a graduate assistantship in mar
keting.
He will study for his master’s
degree under Dr. Fred E. Clark,
professor of economics and mar
keting and an internationally
known authority in his field.
Conversation
By HOWARD KESSLER
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“How are you?”
“Oh. I’m fine. How are you?”
“Can’t complain. Lovely day,
isn't it?”
“Yes, it is lovely.”
“I hope it doesn’t rain.”
“Yes, so do I. It doesn’t look
like rain, though.”
“No, but you never can tell with
this weather.”
“No, it might rain anytime. Still,
I don't see any clouds.”
“No, but they can come up aw
fully sudden.”
“Yes, your right, they sure can.”
“But it’s getting on into spring
now. I don’t think it will rain.”
“No, not much more, anyway.
Just showers now and then.”
"Yes, it’s beginning to get pret
ty hot these days.”
"Yep, summer will soon be here,
and you can just bet I’m glad.”
“Yes, same here. I like sum
mer.”
“So do I. Well, I got be running
along.”
“Yeah, see you some other time.”
“Sure. Well, it was nice meet
ing you.”
“Yes, same here. Well, good
bye.”
“Yeah, so-long. Be good.”
“Yeah, you be good too. Don’t
take any wooden nickels.”
“You bet. Same to you. Good
bye.”
“Good-bye.”
Ridley, Green Pass
Exams for Degree
Glenn Ridley and Howard Green,
graduate students in business ad
ministration at the University,
have passed the preliminary exam
inations for their master’s degree.
The examinations were given them
at the close of last week.
Portraiture: Dali and Blame
By ALFREDO T. FAJARDO
They claim, in one claim, it is done, only done, in dream;
Tn a dream, in dream, in a subconscious creative f* 5
Creative, creates dream, dream in art creation sake.
Freud dreams, he dreams to dream for them; they create
Hypnagogicai state, hypnagogic, hypnagogic, so it is.
Hypnagogic Dali, Dali; Freudian Blume, Blume; Paranoiac;
Dali and Blume, hypnagogic artists, artists: they dream, in dream,
In subconscious mind, mind, in their inner mind, they create.
Dali paints, freaks, he freaks, folds, folds watches, he watches in
dream.
Crutches inside, innerside, crutches buttress human inside, painted
inside.
Inside.
Blume sees south, paints, south he sees, south, South Scranton, he
dreams
In terms of Scranton, South Scranton, South Scranton gets prize.
Salvador Dali, El Signor, El Senor.
He hails, hails, from Spain, hails subconscious desire, desire
To paint crutches to scratch buttresses to buttress
Human inside, inner inside, fail to fell apart the sides.
Blume, he blooms blooms, Russian bloom, to bloom bloomy desire.
He see sees south, south of South Scranton,
South Scranton to shower, showered the prizes prizes by judge? to
judge
The prize, first prize, South Scranton gets prize .first prize.
Oricles-Yeomen
Picnic Is May 24
May 24 has been set for the
Orides-Yeomen picnic at Swim
mers Delight by Helen Lewis and
Phoebus Klonoff, co-chairmen.
Students who plan to attend
should sign up at the YWCA or
the Y hut before Thursday evening
and pay their ten cent tax to either
chairman by that time.
Joint committees have been ap
pointed as follows: games, Bob
Boyd and Edna Carlson; transpor
tation, Leonard Hufford; publicity,
Fred Gieseke; awards, Ruth Or
rick and Erma Huston.
About 200 are expected to attend
the affair, which is to replace the
usual spring formal.
Subscription rates $2.50 a year.
No Hamilton has less than 17 fine
jewels, no Hamilton is cased In less
than the highest quality platinum,
solid gold or filled gold^yet you
can have Hamilton accuracy and
quality for as little as $37.50 today.
HOFFMAN’S
Broadway and Willamette
PROMS AND EXAMS. Constant
rushing about and mental strain put you
on your mettle. Camels set you right
with their aid to digestion—theif cheer
ing "lift”—their costlier tobaccos.
Smoking Camels stimulates the natural flow of digestive
fluids . . . increases alkalinity
Life sometimes pushes us so hard that
we feel too worn-down really to enjoy
eating. Science explains that hurry,
mental strain, and constant tension
reduce the flow of the digestive fluids.
Scientific studies definitely show
that smoking Camels increases the
flow of digestive fluids . . . alkaline
digestive fluids...so vital to the enjoy
ment of food and to good digestion.
Camel’s rich and costly tobaccos are
mild beyond words. Enjoy Camels
as often as you like —with meals —
any time—for their cheering "lift”...
for their aid to digestion — for the
pleasure they bring. Camels set you
right! And never jangle your nerves or
tire your taste. Make it Camels today.
THE BROWN DERBY. The chef is putting the final touches
to a Lobster Thermidor, while within the restaurant the stars
of Hollywood gather to dine...and to enjoy Camels. In the
glamorous life of Hollywood, Camels play a major role. As Mr.
Robert II. Cobb, the man behind The Brown Derby’s success,
remarks: "Camels are the choice of the majority of our patrons.”
CROWDED MINUTES as the reporter
works to beat the deadline. "It’s a life of
hurry, hurry, hurry,” says Peter Dahlen,
newspaper man, "and a life of irregular
hours and meals.lt's swell the way Camels
make food taste better and set better.”
UNDER THE BIG TOP. Watching
Miss Dorothy Herbert of Ringling Bros.
Barnum & Bailey, you marvel at her
poise. She says: "I smoke all I want—
eat anything I care for. Camels make
food taste better and digest easier.”
TUNE IN! CAMEL CARAVAN
WITH WALTER OK.EEEE.
DEANE JAMS.TED HIJS1NG
GLEN GRAY AND THE
CASA LOMA ORCHESTRA
Tuesday and Thursday— 9 p. m.
E. D. S.T.. 8 p. m. E. S.T., 8 p. m.
C.D.S.T. .7p.m. C.S.T.,8:30 p.m.
M. S.T., 7:30 p. m. F. S.T.— over
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