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By JOSEPH B. PAVELICH

OW TO the east of the village Plains and the Blackbirds. That Staroj Grad, over the fear, rooted in their hearts, came ■ dark lonely mountains heavy with to blossom in the songs that they wood and filled with the strange sing; heavy songs that speak of monsters of the old women’s tales, loneliness, of death and strange­ ' are the Romany-like people and ness. In their hearts the fear is their flat land. To the south, hid- manifest in sadness and love of r den away in tiny valleys, are the tiny villages of whitewashed cot­ f children of no race in particular— tages from where their souls the Slavs that have white skin and spring. wear the same clothes as do the Now this is the story of one ^cat of the nation but who bow in Stadi Yazho who had the fear in the morning and in the evening to his heart. This is the story of one a tall brick and clay tower. These who came home to die. are the bastard children of the land of the South Slavs—Moslem in <( Zdravo Srbi!” Greetings Ser­ heart and Slav in soul. bians. The voice was weak and uncertain at first. The villagers of Staroj Grad, the Komanys of the plains and the fol­ f( Zdravo Srbi!” and the ghost of lowers of the Koran, however far Kraljavich Marko was felt as he apart, are still Slavs with the rode away to Kossovo. Isame loves, the same hates and the “Zdravo Srbi!” and the old men same fears. in the village, the ones that had fol­ They have known fear from the lowed Kralja Petar, growled back earliest beginnings of their exist­ their greeting. ence until the days of now. Their This was the boy king Peter and liear is a strange thing. It is in­ he was like the child awakened spired by the tales of the old from a sound sleep. Five days Iv'omen who speak in hushed voices ago, Regent Paid and his Cabinet p f the things that live in the moun- had fled Jugoslavia. Five days l-ains, things that all good Slavs ago, proud Serbian students filled p u st avoid through faith. They the squares of Belgrade and Sara­ liave fear of the world outside of jevo, chanting “Borba! Borba!”, in? mounfa^ns t-hat surround them. and now the boy king, a Kara- I ney have fear of strange alien georgivich, spoke to his people of ipk^lles anc* beliefs and creeds. invasion. ocy have fear of leaving this life It had happened this morning. Impart from their cradle land. That The villagers of Staroj Grad had I ear inspired the battle of the heard it when they ran out in their mountaineei i page 4 yard to see twelve silver dots, very the river through Europe went th< I high up and heading south. then young man Yazho and the I The old Mamma Radovich who fear was with him, a tiny thread oi I sat on a shiny wooden bench out­ fear that wound its way from thb I side her cottage with shiny worn tiny village through the obscure I hands folded in her lap, and her cities that hid in Europe. Staro.l keen that went out into the world Grad, Trieste, Dresden and Bre I already heavy with misery. And men, all of them cities with d a rll the two old men, drunk and safe streets and little known faces— I from war who danced in the square cities where a conscription-dodging I and made obscene gestures toward young man hid. From Bremen 1 the north. That was the village onto a huge smelly ship at mid I night with sweating, fearing ho I this morning. man cattle escaping, always escap I The old man that sat on the ing. To America with its huge g stone step of his house and smoked grimy shops and deep mines. Thai I his pipe is our man. The old man was the road that the man Yazhc I who went by the name of Stadi took and always with him was the I Yazho sat and smoked and listened fear—the fear of not seeing toil to his king. feeling his last breath in his cradle I The voice continued, sending its land. echoes out of the loudspeaker over The boy king continued and I the heads of the people in the his voice became stronger and I square in thick, shaggy echoes. stronger, and the paper he read I The first echoes jumped and shook from rustled with the words that and searched the rocks in the hills older men had written, men whe and when they came back to settle knew the souls of the villager> on the crowd, new echoes, this and the fear in their hearts. time strong and feeling, went out “ . . . We are no longer Serbs in their place. Croats or Slovene. We are Slavs, . . and they come from the we are the people to whom all of north and the east. To the south the suffering of man has fallen. their dogs, the Italians, are lapping The skulls that the Muslimaru left at the blood that they dared not at Nish, the empty villages and spill alone. We are at war and the fat ravens that feasted from our enemy is strong. They have us at Kossovo are our heritage guns, they have men and they have We have given nothing physical­ the smell of blood in their noses. ly to the world. Our gift has beenl They are ruthless and they want blood. It was Slav blood that | to destroy us . . . 99 dulled the edges of the swords of 1 The old man Yazho sat and lis­ the followers of Mohammed. * t| tened to his king and he thought. was Slav blood that built a wall | He thought of another spring, al­ between the land to the north of 1 most like this one when he had swum the river Strumica to escape us and the Turks. We have 1 the constabulary. Yazho was of our blood, and we will do it| afraid then as is every young man again . . . 99 who fears an unknown death. They The old man Yazho smoked hi* I called it conscription but the old pipe and thought, and as he I man in the village, long dead, had thought it was the fear that came I named it right. ‘Fodder for the to him again. He saw the fear in 1 Hapsburg’ he had called it. From the face of the old man who swep I mountaineer page 5

out the bunkhouse at Jardine. Pear across the hot dry wheat fields of and the dull ache in the chest and North Dakota, the huge stamping the coughing. Slav blood, the old mills in Utah that pounded like man Yazho saw that too. In tiny monsters in the night, and the flecks on dirty handkerchiefs, on whining drills that tore into the open running sores of those men hearts of stone told Yazho that, whose medicine was whiskey and and now the fear was on him again. the strong curses of their ancestors. The old man who had listened to He saw it in the hearts of his the monotonous and huge songs of friends and on their faces when them knew that soon their strange­ , they were lowered into the ground ness would invade the land. at Park City and Bingham. He And still the voice that came t saw it in the faces of those whose from Belgrade through the cheap i souls were flagellated by the Italian radio out through the loud­ songs of emptiness. Slav blood. speaker in front of the constab­ The voice of the young KaraJr ulary office spoke. georgivich went on and the old u . . . The Nemci are a cancer people in the square, children of that has spread throughout Eur­ simpleness and work, swayed to his ope, spread from sea to sea and words. only our land is left for them. “ . . . Our land is a pawn. On Adolpho (laughter from th e the maps of the military our land crowd) thinks that he will pick at : is two rivers with wide and level us like you would pluck a ripe sweeps of land that go north and plum. But you and I know that south. It is a map that shows the Slavic plum is covered with how armies may travel easily, it is thorns that are sharp. (Again a map that shows only the roads laughter.) 99 between empires. Our land is Peter has a good cabinet and a nothing to the military other than strong Slavic voice now. “ We are a battle ground but to you and me, men and we shall fight as men it is the land of birth, of life and do____” our ancestors. Shumadia, the And this time the old man Yazho green fields, greener than anything agreed with his king. The Slavs else in the world, and the blue were men. Jackhammer men, men waters that caress the smooth in sweaty long underwear, and men worn rocks of Dalmatia is ours, in appetites and lust. They were and no one will take it from men, but nameless men who worked us . . . 99 and had fear, eternal fear born of Only the old man Yazho, the hushed nights when the wolves one that sat on the stone step, dared howled down out or the hills and to disbelieve these words. For the when shadows lengthened out over I old man Yazho had worked in those the silent dark valleys. | huge grimy shops of Pittsburg And on spoke the king whose an­ I and Philadelphia, and he knew the cestors had lived and died in vio­ I relentlessness of machines. Ma- lence. I chines will do anything. Machines “ We are one people and one na­ I will move mountains and uproot tion, and now this nation is threat­ I villages. Machines will undo cour- ened, but I say that we shall win | age and flesh. Machines will sweep because we are Slavs . . . 99 I land and dig deep into the ground. The old man Yazho thought of | The combines that moved like slugs the Catholics and the Orthodox in page 6 mountaineer

Butte. He thought of the big garian Duhane bit into the lungt ] hairy men with cheap black-rim­ of the old man and he coughed. | med Wool worth glasses reading “ Burn everything.” That would] pamphlets with crude wood cuts hurt. The old man looked up into | showing the clergy, a monstrous the dark shadowy entrance of his I clergy, with blood-soaked cassocks. house and smelled the goodness I He saw and heard the men whose that came from within. Garlic, ] blood was one and the same walk­ long dry strings that hung from] ing on opposite sides of the street the beams, sweet smelling coffee I because of Karl Marx. One people and the coffee grinder with the I and yet strong hatred and fear kept worn handle and shiny steel I them apart. One people and yet blades, the huge soft blankets made ] with roots severed. The boy king in America, the big red mackinaws, J was young and in need of age. so soft and warm— five thousand j “ . . . We shall be in the eyes dollars worth of whitewashed cot­ of all the world now, the great tage, J. C. Penney underwear, countries of the world shall look to­ copper pots and scrubbed oaken ward the land of the South Slavs, barrels of first wine. Twenty and we must show them courage years of hard work, of four foot in the face of the enemy. We must seams of coal, of wooden cages that j show them how all good Slavs will dropped 1500-2000-3000 feet with, repulse and drive the enemy from agonizing speed—piercing minutes our homeland. We have been put before a cracked mirror watching i into the light of war and now we with terrible anticipation the must resist—resist—resist . . . ” phlegm that came from his throat, The old man thought of the word and a thousand years of sadness “resist”. The Slavs would do and longing for this and now it that. Blind, stubborn, fearing was to disappear. The old man men who resisted anything and picked up a stick and started to everything, even their own destin­ scratch his name in the swept dirt ies. Born to live, procreate and in front of him. die in a small village that smelled “ Nick Yazich” and the payrolls of sheep and resiny wine, they and the money that brought him were buried in alien lands with here. alien deaths. The resistance of “ Nick Yazich” and the dark, futility and lost hope. Stadi small room he had. Yazho remembered the big Bade “ Nick Yazich” in a powerful, Kinkovich who bellowed like a bull crude, angular scrawl. and pounded his hand into a bloody The king talked on and spoke pulp against the bar when he was of many things and the people in told he had the “ con”. Bade re­ the square listened faithfully. He sisted, but to no end. Yazho was talked and then suddenly he smart, Yazho had lived in America. stopped and the song of the Serbs ”... we will win, but if we fail came floating out over the square we must leave nothing for the in all of its sadness. Nemci. We must kill our cattle “ Spremit&a, Chet nit so, Spreffr and our sheep, and burn our itsa.” Prepare, Chetniks, Pre­ orchards and fields. The enemy pare. And as the song sent out its must not have anything to help simple chorda, a small airplane him . . . ” waited on the outskirts of Belgrade The blue strong smoke of Hun- with its propellor turning over mountaineer page 7

slowly, waiting for a huge black old eyes started to water for the car and a young bewildered boy fear in him. He stopped and bent who was about to leave his home­ his head down toward the name land. And as the mournful song scrawled in the dirt and then, with sent its last echoes over the tops a slow, plodding foot, he rubbed it of the plum trees, an old man sat out. on the stone step of his house and He looked up again and watched looked down the road that led to the people in the square. the north. He looked long and his “ Soon, soon, soon,’9 he said.

Grammar Lesson

By DAVID PERKINS

Sometimes he pauses, wonders what he is, And wonders why his slender body bends From morning into evening every day, While strapped upon his wrist the moving hands Measure the time his own hands move and play. He pauses, wonders, but no answer comes; His teacher speaks; the lesson-hour goes on; His school lets out; the lonely night arrives, And human hearts, like clocks, are running down, I And all he has for answer is : I live, he lives. Leagues of Frightened Men

By DR. PAUL MEADOW!

L ple, describe their organization a | Jitters Among the High-Brows one whose constitution recognize 1 ARLY in 1946 Nobel prize-man, “ the responsibility of scientists i:| Harold C. Urey, wrote in promoting the welfare of mankin< I E and the achievement of a stabl I Coilier*s that he was a frightened world peace. ’ ’ The destructivenes I man. This curious confession is of the bomb is their measage, thei I significant. It is the considered evangel. judgment of one of the country’s foremost atomic scientists. The These leagues of frightened meil atom bomb has him scared. are not the least remarkable aspec I Urey is not the only upset atomic of the whole atomic development! scientist. Apparently they all are. In fact, they are almost as phenom I In fact, it looks as though every enal as the bomb itself. For th<] physicist and chemist who had any natural scientists have hardly beei I relationship with the Manhattan known for their social concern. In I District is quaking in his boots. deed, they have prided themselves! These frightened men have, more­ perhaps preened is the word, oi I over, banded together to com­ their lack of responsibility for th< I municate their fear to the Amer­ social aspects of their work. Theiil ican people and to the world: disinterestedness in the social con I leagues of frightened men. sequences of science manifests it I There is the National Commit­ self even the very words of alarn I tee on Atomic Information. There which they utter. Thus, speaking | is the Federation of Atomic Sci­ from the platform of the Student! entists. In the lists are the Fed­ Union auditorium at Montana I eration of American Scientists and State University, Professor Urey] the University Federation for De­ paused in his peroration on the! mocracy and Intellectual Freedom. bomb to say: “ At the present time] There are likewise several local there is a great tendency to justifyl groups: the Association of Oak science on the basis of its practical j Ridge Scientists, the Association utility—a tendency which I wish to] of Manhattan Project Scientists, protest,’' One wonders, if only inj the Atomic Scientists of Chicago, passing, whether the atomic sci-1 the Association of Los Alamos Sci­ entists have any prospects of being ! entists. more than merely frightened. If I It is a formidable array. Fright­ Urey *s words of caution are symp I ened as they are, they are organ­ tomatic, America’s atomic scient­ ized to impress. The Federation ists show little evidence of being j of American Scientists, for exam­ genuinely converted. mountaineer page 9

These leagues represent a case of the values which these leagues of jitters among the high-brows. of frightened men are urging. An The fright ill becomes them. For equally urgent fact is that the they seem to have, to mention only bomb signalizes, if it is not safely one matter, an extremely vague and irrevocably internationalized, historical perspective on their the end of a beautiful illusion. problem. Typical is the following Hiroshima spells, it seems, the ter­ naive statement by three atomic mination of one of the most ef­ specialists, writing in Life maga­ fective “internationals” the in­ zine: * * Never before have they dustrial West has ever known, the been so clearly responsible for new “ international” of science. forces of destruction unleashed Science is perhaps the most upon the world.” Clearly this democratic fact of modem life. newly developed social sensitivity Certainly there is no tradition has no time dimension! For what more democratic than the scientific is the story of industrialized war­ tradition. Scientific knowledge fare during the last two centuries belongs to all men. “ Share and but the tragic account of a sci­ share alike” has been the ideal entific technology being mobilized and the goal of the community for the pursuit of arms, deadlier of scientists. Science knows and more devastating arms? The neither race nor creed, neither words of the frightened men have party nor nation. Characteristic a hollow sound. of science internationalism is pro­ fessor Urey’s testimony, as report­ Nevertheless, their words are un­ ed in Coilier*s. “ I have had the comfortable. “ There are men liv­ privilege of knowing scientists ing,’’ according to Dr. Edward U. from many countries. I know we Condon in an interview reported all speak the same language.” in the United States News, ‘'who know how to make a single bomb International meetings of scien­ whose destructiveness is equal to tists and technicians were a com­ aj million ten-ton blockbusters.” mon sight in the period between Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Bikini offer the two world wars. Recently abundant grounds for the fears of Harvard astronomer, Harlow Sha- the atomic scientists, their fears pley, testifying before a Senate for our industrial, urban civiliza­ hearing, estimated that between tion, if an atomic arms race gets 1930 and 1942 there were more under way. With menacing over­ than 500 international scientific tones, they point out that the and technical conferences held. further use of the A-bomb means Said Dr. Shapley: “ I make a the initiation of a process which plea for a very active international h-as no end, save annihilation. To or supernational collaboration them we are indebted for the de­ among scientists and technical monstration that the real prob- men.” His is.the theme song of lem is. as Urey said, not one of the science international. A-bombs, but of peace. It is an old plea. Indeed, one of the most distinctive features of II that relatively peaceful period, The Myth of a Science 1870 - 1914, was the International International Workingmen’s Association, popu­ larly known as the Second Inter­ Yet the strategic importance of national. Imbued with the spirit Poace in an atomic age is only one of that famous document which page 10 mountaineer f exhorted: “ Workingmen of the viduals working on closely related I World, Unite!”, this great inter­ phases of the same subject. They I national sought to break down na­ can only communicate through of- I tional barriers and create an at­ ficial channels, involving censor- I mosphere of peace. Workingmen shop of their communications by I everywhere, it was thought, have Army officers without knowledge I no fatherland; their loyalties and so without competence.” transcend national boundaries; This prospect seems to have ex­ they must have devotion only to cited the atomic scientists quite as I the welfare of working people, re­ much as the lethal character of the I gardless of national culture or of bomb itself. There is hardly a I color. And to what end they re­ scientist left at work with the I solved to oppose militarism and Manhattan District; perhaps about I international war. But the sad one in ten remains. They have I fact is that their resolute inter­ left for many reasons, but it is true I nationalism was written on water. that they fear charges of treason. I When the governments of Europe Some have reportedly been given I asked for war credits, socialist de­ lie-detector tests. Not long ago I puties in Germany and Prance and the Army prohibited a paper be- I England voted them. fore a scientific society meeting I So ended the myth of working- on the effects of radio-activity on I class internationalism. Though the body. resurrected by the Russians and The Boyer case in Canada has I subjected to a zig-zagging Kremlin raised some startling issues. This policy during the 'twenties and McGill University assistant profes­ ’thirties, it was firmly put to rest sor of chemistry justified his for­ again with the dissolution of the warding of important atomc “ se­ Third International during the crets” to Russia on the ground Second World war. Proletarian that no nation has the right to mon­ internationalism has suffered an opolize and restrain scientific in­ unhappy fate at the hands of a formation. He is on familiar scien­ resurgent nationalism. tific terrain. Nonetheless, it ap­ It is just such a fate which seems pears to be treasonable for a per- ! to be waiting in the wings of this son to be “ scientific” in the con­ new dramatic enactment of inter­ ventional and historical sense of nationalism. The “ international” that word. Internationalism in of science likewise seems doomed. science is hazardous, so much so At least this is the spectre which that a universal turning away from , appears to be haunting these atomic energy research has been . leagues of frightened men. They predicted. Certainly the usual can point to a number of disquiet­ courtesies accorded visiting scien­ ing facts. Thus, with the Army tists from other countries seem out in actual or potential control of of the question for a quite indef­ atomic energy research, interna­ inite duration. It is not exactly tional scientific research and com­ in keeping with the suspicions munication seem virtually throt­ mood of the present to welcome tled. Says Dr. Condon: “ Promi­ Russian scientists and technicians nent scientists are denied the privi­ to American laboratories. lege of traveling abroad. Physi­ Indeed, a departure from science cists are not allowed to cfiscusa internationalism was noticeable be­ certain areas of the science with fore the war. Dr. Shapley told the each other, even as between indi­ Senate committee that it was true mountaineer page 11

“to an extent** that scientists of Some scientists do not want to certain nations were more politi­ see government clamp down a tight cally conscious than the scientists monoply of atomic energy research. of some other nations. He added: Yet professor H. A. Meyerhoff, “The scientists are human, as you writing in the pages of Science, know, and many are politically points out that “so powerful a minded on their own accounts.** weapon as atomic energy calls for The corrosive influence of na­ restriction of use, and restriction tionalism was already eating away of use in turn demands certain re­ at the structure of the science in­ strictions upon freedom of research ternational before World War II. and freedom of publication.” The A-bomb threatens to blow it Albert Einstein in his widely read I into nothingness. How quaint al­ Atlantic Monthly article argued ready—and how wistful—is pro­ that the American government fessor Urey*8 statement: 4‘Scien­ “ must keep the control of atomic tists will have no trouble under­ energy . . . because atomic energy standing one another. When they was developed by the government meet 1^ think their recommenda­ and it would be unthinkable to tions will be almost unanimous.** turn over this property of the Such was the language of the par­ people to any individual or group tisans of the proletarian Second of individuals.” International, which nationalism Testifying before Senate hear­ killed and made a memory. ings, atom experts demand “ some sort of international control,” but I l l they carefully refrain from the The Case of the Frightened necessary and important details, Fissionists pleading that such matters do not come within their specialty. Some I It is by now customary to talk atom scientists ask for a World I about this post-war world as “ the Government, but they are not hope­ I atomic age.*’ One group of young ful about its chances. Some are I atom scientists have called ours abashed at the thought of govern­ [ ‘the world of nucleonics,** the suc- ment monopoly of atomic energy, | cessor to “ the old world** of elec- but they seem to have given no I tronics. But how really new is I this age ? thought to patent monopolies by private industries or to those of in­ The situation is very confusing. ternational cartels. The old contradictions and incon­ For all their technical know-how, sistencies are still here, and the the nuclear physicists are reveal­ old failures. The fundamental ing themselves, often quite candid­ • secrets of the atomic bomb simply ly, not only as frightened men but [do not exist, we are told; that as confused ones, too. And in the there are really no secrets left. last year they have been in their 5et the world is advised that it is confusion turning to the church in impossible to release atomic infor­ order to enlist the aid of church­ mation in an uncontrolled manner. men. The latter regard the plight To compound confusion, the nu­ of the physicists as a “sign of clear physicists announce that the the times.” The churchmen are P v hope for “ the atomic age” is perhaps more right than they control. But almost in the same know. These leagues of frightened breath they ask for “ a free ex- men are indeed signs of the times. mange of scientific information.” But signs of whatf Poetic Transcriptions From Melville#s Moby Dick By LAWRENCE ROONEY Sunset I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder by the ever-brimming goblet’s rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun—slow dived from noon,— goes down; my soul mounts up; she wearies with her endless hill. Is then the crown too heavy that I wear? this Iron Crown of Lombardy. Yet is it bright with many a gem; I, the wearer, see not its far flashings; but darkly feel that I wear that, that dazzlingly confounds. Tis iron—that I know—not gold. ’Tis split, too—that I feel; the jagged edge galls me so, my brain seems to beat against the solid metal; aye, steel skull, mine; the sort that needs no helmet in the most brain-battering fight! Dry heat upon my brow ? Oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me: all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne’er enjoy. Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of Paradise! Good night—good night mountaineer page 13

Domine! 0, thou clear spirit of clear fire, whom on these seas I as a Persian once did worship, till in the sacramental act so burned by thee, that to this hour I bear the scar; I now know thee, thou clear spirit, and I now know that thy right worship is defiance. To neither love nor reverence wilt thou be kind; and even for hate thou canst but kill; and all are killed. No fearless fool now fronts thee. I own thy speechless, placeless power; but to the last gasp of my earthquake life will dispute its unconditional, unintegral mastery in me. In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Though but a point at best; whencesoe’er I came; wheresoe’er I go; yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels her royal rights. But war is pain, n and hate is woe. v-ome in thy lowest form of love, , m and I will kneel and kiss thee; out at thy highest, come as mere supernal power; and though thou launchest navies of full-freighted worlds, *|*ere *s that in here that still remains indifferent. Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee. 1 own thy speechless, placeless power: said I not so ? Nor was it wrung from me: nor do I now drop these links. Thou canst blind; but then I can grope. Thou canst consume; but I can then be ashes. Take the homage °* these poor eyes, and shutter-hands, I would not take it. mountaineer page 14

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eye-balls ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground. Oh, oh! Yet blindfold, yet will I talk to thee. Light though thou be, thou leanest out of darkness; ... .. but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee! The javelins cease; open eyes; see, or not? There burn the flames; Oh thou magnanimous! now do I glory in my genealogy. But thou art but my fiery father; my sweet mother, I know not, Oh, cruel! what hast thou done with her? There lies my puzzle; but thine is greater. Thou knowest not how came ye, hence callest thyself unbegotten; certainly knowest not thy beginning, hence callest thyself unbegun. I know that of me, which thou knowest not of thyself, oh thou omnipotent. There is some unsuffusing thing beyond thee, thou clear spirit, to whom all thy eternity is but time, all thy creativeness mechanical. Through thee, thy flaming self, my scorched eyes do dimly see it. Oh, thou foundling fire, thou hermit immemorial, thou too hast thy incommunicable riddle, thy unparticipated grief. Here again with haughty agony, I read my sire. Leap! leap up, and lick the sky! I leap with thee; I burn with thee; would fain be welded with thee; defyingly I worship thee! mountaineer ipage 16

Behind the Curtain

What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel remorseless emperor commands me; that I so keep up-pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time: recklessly making me do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm ? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying fish? Where do murderers go, man? Who’s to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep ? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year *8 scythes flung down, and left in half-cut swathes. page 16 mountaineer The Listener and the Loom It was a wondrous sight. The wood was green as mosses of the Icy Glen; the trees stood high and haughty, feeling their living sap; the industrious earth beneath was as a weaver's loom, with a gorgeous carpet on it, whereof the ground-vine tendrils formed the warp and woof, and the living flowers the figures. All the trees, with all their laden branches; all the shrubs, and ferns, and grasses; the lacings of the leaves, the great sun seemed a flying shuttle weaving the unwearied verdure. Oh, busy weaver! unseen weaver! —pause—one word!— whither flows the fabric! what palace may it deck! wherefore all these ceaseless toilings! Speak, weaver! stay thy hand!— but one single word with thee! Nay—the shuttle flies— the figures float from forth the loom; the freshet-rushing carpet for ever slides away. The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it. For even so it is in all material victories. The spoken words that are inaudible among the flying spindles; those same words are plainly heard without the walls, bursting from the opened casements. Thereby have villainies been detected. Ah, m ortal! then be heedful; for so, in all this din of the world’s great loom, the subtlest thinkings may be overheard afar. mountaineer page 17

Relationship 0 Nature, and 0 soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies! not the smallest atom stirs or lives k on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.

Pythagoras Oh! the metempsychosis! Oh, Pythagoras, that in bright Greece, two thousand years ago, did die, so good, so wise, so mild; I sailed with thee along the Peruvian coast last voyage— and, foolish as I am, taught thee, a green simple boy, how to splice a rope.

The Still Drop Amid the tornadoed Atlantic | of my being, do I myself I still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy. Cave-in

By VINCENT L. GADBOW

ULIUS walked mechanically his mind turned away from th< j J away from the dressing shack, alien surface world and was filled! adjusting his safety helmet. With with thoughts of these material.4 j a group of others, he stepped into which were his life, the muck, the j line to await his turn for an elec­ boulders, and timber, the mate tric lamp, and as it was handed to rials which were parts of the mine him, he immediately began the un­ just as he was. With his feet conscious process of placing the firmly planted upon the iron light on his head, and the batter­ sheets before the cage, Julius felt J ies in his belt. Each man that fol­ a kinship with the mine that made lowed repeated the process with him as much an element of the the same methodical precision as huge machine as were the pulleys j though they were puppets oper­ and wires that lowered the cage ated by the efficiency of a single into the earth. mind. This machine-like mind lie would go down to his stope. that had dominated Julius for muck, drill, and blast, and then twenty years did not hesitate to­ when the eight hours were over, day, but moved him with the he would come up, put on his others toward the main shaft street clothes, and attempt to be down which he was to go, to one of those who lived and worked scratch and rip at the earth for on the earth *8 surface. Even the copper that it might yield. then, although he never thought Copper that would web the coun­ about it, the feeling he got from try in a gigantic network of wires being with people on the street which would, to some, bear mate­ would not free him from the ma­ rial testimony to the greatness chine time had fused him to. and ingenuity of man, while to Julius wouldn’t know how to feel others, men like Julius, it would free from the work he did, and his stand for the daily threat that father, who mined the black pits was the source of their livelihood. of Belgium for so many years, On sunny afternoons, Julius could have told him, had he been watched those wires waving in the alive, of the old miner’s legend wind, and thought of dimly that spoke of death as the only lighted holes gouged in the rocky escape from the mines. Julius did earth, of slimy, acid muck, and of not hear these tales in America; timbers shaped like crosses that there was little time for anything held massive boulders above his but work when one was on the head. job, and outside, miners talked Today as he stood in the un­ about strikes, wages, and women, natural bright light of the sun. not about romantic superstitions mountaineer page 19

or old-country tales. It wasn't The ceiling, supported only by a necessary to know why there was single cross-like beam which had no freedom, or where it would somehow survived the rock-slide, come from; all that was necessary stretched away from the mass of was to do as he was doing now, earth and disappeared in the to mechanically step into the blackness beyond. The two men cramped cage and prepare for the gazed for a while at the wooden plummeting drop that would take beam, and then sat down on the him a half-mile into the gutted rocky pile. As Julius put a cigar­ earth. ette into his mouth, his partner At the bottom, when his ears indifferently commented, ‘'Gonna had stopped pounding, he and his take another week to get this partner moved silently toward the mucked out." drift that would take them to "Yeah, and when we get it their stope. The roar of the air mucked out, the goddam thing tube went unheard as they will cave again,'' answered Julius. plodded in the wake of their "What the hall, we ain't get­ lamps' beams; on the side of the ting paid by the piece, all we drift, the supporting timbers gotta do is keep mucking it out. could be dimly discerned in the It's their tough luck if it caves." half-light of the lamps, and the Julius didn't respond to this green sulphurous slime, dripping and the two men sat quietly smok­ with copper water, could be ing their cigarettes.' The sound of vaguely seen winding around their labored breathing came out them in filthy, rotten masses. The strongly above the dripping, trick­ two men stepped cautiously over ling sound of the water falling the weakened flooring, through from the ceiling. The plop of a pools of thick, yellow water, and rock in the muck echoed through lowered their heads at regular in­ the cave as it worked loose from tervals so as to pass freely under the sides and fell. At times the the sagging ceiling timbers. dull thud of a blast from another They turned down another pas­ part of the mine shook sand from sage which was as evil looking the ceiling. Julius' eyes wandered as the first. Here, however, the to the timber above them and fol­ ceiling timbers were loose and lowed it until its greyness was broken, and occasionally a bit of blotted out by the lamp-black at sand, or a rock, dislodged by the the end of the cave. He wriggled dripping water, would break from his back into a more comfortable its place with a sucking noise and position against the pile of waste jWl to the floor of the passage, and turned his head toward his without apparent concern the half dozing partner. *aen stepped through the debris "Somebody must have worked autil they came to a small opening hard to get that timber up there," the side of the drift through he said. which they h&lf-crawled into a "Yeah. Did a good job too. large cave-like room on the other It'8 the only thing that held when jude. A pile of splintered wood, the place caved. Funny looking broken shovels and picks, a rusty deal, ain’t it?" wheel-barrow lying atop a huge Julius gazed at the beam again, *nound of rocks and dirt silently and then said, "It's a funny deal [‘•old the story of a recent cave-in. around here every day. If the page 20 mountaineer outfit had another one of those The shovels were forced under I beams they’d ask us to carry that the dirt, they were lifted in a I in here as well as muck the place smooth arc and the load was I out. ‘Get it in, or get out,’ dumped, and the circle was com i they’d say.” pleted as the shovels returned to I “ And I guess we’d do it too. the mass of earth to repeat the I But it would be a helluva job to motion. Push, lift and dump;! carry that cross in here and put it push, lift and dump; the words I up.” ran through the minds of the I workers to emphasize each move I Julius leaned back so that he ment until their minds became a 1 could see the crossed timber above part of the process. Time was for I his head. gotten as each shovelful became an 1 “ Not much more of a job than objective in itself. a mucking shift in this hell-hole,” Suddenly both men stopped 1 he said. working and looked questioningly I “You said it,” returned the at the rocks overhead. A faint, rip­ other as he reached into his pocket ping sound came to their ears for another cigarette. Julius through the ceiling. Julius’ part brought his butt up to his mouth ner dropped his shovel and started ■ once more before he sent it in a toward the opening, shouting as ■ tiny bright arc toward the cross he went, “Jesus Christ! She’s on the ceiling. It landed sizzling gonna cave—let’s get the bell in a pool of green water. out!” “Hell,” he said rising, “ let’s His shout was echoed by a get going before that shift boss reverberating blast of sound from comes in and cans us. ’ ’ the ceiling which was dropping He picked up one of the rusty upon them in a deluge of rocks shovels and pushed the blade into and earth. Julius jumped after the pile of rock and dirt. His the disappearing legs of his part partner sat for a few minutes ner, but he was too late. The longer watching Julius throw the cross-like timber from the ceiling muck down the chute, and then he caught him across the chest and too arose and began shoveling. smashed him to the floor of the Like two well synchronized ma­ cave. Dirt and the slimy mack chines, they alternately threw from the falling rocks oozed aboutj shovelsful of muck into the chute. his head. With an agonized gasp, i The smooth motion of their bodies Julius threw an arm over the j sent flickering shapes to the walls wooden cross in an effort to 1 of the cave where they seemed to wrench free, but as he grasped j dance across the damp, foul sur­ the heavy timber, it settled slowly I faces, but this went unnoticed as upon him until it had crushed him J the men continued their shoveling. completely. The dust drifted bar- 1 The roaring air tube, which sent a ily above the mass of rocks as the j cool breeze across their sweat- air tube hissed and stopped. A 1 soaked bodies, accentuated the single beam of light from Julius silence which was broken only by lamp shone unwaveringly upon 1 the sound of steel against rock as the twisted wooden cross around § the shovels bit into the pile. The which an arm was tightly wound. two men worked methodically Another rock fell, and the lamp | with time-developed efficiency. flickered and went out. Evicted

By MARY B. CLAPP

We shall not live again in the old house. Time has condemned it. Time has taken the key, And the door self-locks. Say farewell. With one last look, carry out on the road The sharp dream of what it sheltered. Farewell, farewell, To echo in nights under taunting stars, In peeper dawns that squint through mountain passes, In blazing noons that photosynthesize our anguish Till we are homesick for a lesser grief. Whom shall we call to for shelter? Who comforts a world evicted? Neighbors? Brothers? Call Brother along the road. What is brotherf to be a word again, Suddenly reviving under tears, Swelling into sound, Choking with meaning? Call Brother along the road. We must be with someone, Traveling so light, no baggage but intangibles: Memory—ground by the circling years Bi-focal for the shifts of Time; Heartbreak—the balance of accounts; And hope—that, buried in ice will hibernate, Circled with fire will dig deep Into the dust and wheedle sustenance from Time. Call brother, brother, brother! Beat the air with the lost word, Till the mountains echo it above farewell. Call brother through the ruins round. A voice is crying there, page 22 mountaineer

Over the scorched plains and the murdered cities, The blasted mountains, and the ravaged skies, Over the bloody seas and the stabbed waters under. A voice is crying, a young voice, multiple-calling, The voice of brothers, too late, in death.

Stay not to weep, in answer, Nor stoically rest At the gate of any false paradise To listen for diminishing echoes. We must be going; round the earth, mingling, To learn what all need and what all must not endure. For now is to be life or the end. There is no more redemption If any would forgive us, saying We know not what we do. The structure of our mistakes is falling. Time points to what was unworthy, To what was good in the stuff and the ways. Time says we must build together, brothers. Time says we have built everywhere in every way but this.

We must build a house of peace, Of the needs of all nations Gathered from the ends of the earth for all. A builder must say to another, 44 You are better in this part than I. Take over,” So that he may reply, 4 4 Tell me your dream To measure with mine.” And the dreams of all must fuse in the meaning Of the house of many, Where all will believe for new life’s sake. Over the wide doorway they will cut in granite 44Revive your hope, all ye who enter here,” And love, born of hate and penultimate despair, Will be cherished here because it was wanted.

It is for this that Time— Assessor of substance, Examiner of equilibrium, Appraiser of salvage,— It is for this new life That Time has evicted us. A Measure of Sand

By MARJORIE KARLIN

TT WAS a fine May morning. women wheeling baby carriages *** The sun was hot enough even were intent upon nothing at all at nine to assure anyone who was Sleep was still heavy upon them.’ interested—and all the real estate their feet were thrust carelessly agents follow the weather in this into old, high-heeled pumps and season as avidly as they do the the wide legs of their slacks racing form all year round—that whipped in the breeze as they the season could begin on Decora­ wheeled past the benches of the tion Day. However, a breeze slid old people. They would continue idly along the winter-smoothed to whip like this until the women planks of the boardwalk and flut­ decided to wheel the carriages tered the torn scraps of last sum­ down the stone ramp to the boule­ mer’s movie ads on the shuttered vard that led to the center of fronts of the ice cream stands and town. It was nine o’clock and the the Bingo and Kentucky Derby women had not left the walk yet. halls and the merry-go-round. It The old people never left until was a breeze that denied in part lunchtime in nice weather. Be­ the promise of the sun just as the sides,^ the noise of the early morn- sea-water rolling in and out on the ing high-tide would have drowned greyish, drift-littered beach the slight sharp sound of the denied it. The tide was inky and pistol-shot, even if it had been sullen where the sun did not touch closer, even if anyone had been it. The sun had not touched it listening intently enough to hear around the shoreline yet, but fur­ it. They would have looked at ther out it was a silver-shot blue each other, perhaps, the old peo­ jmn into hills and valleys by the ple at the wheelers, or the wheel­ hreeze. ers at the old people: “Did you Even at this hour there were hear anything just now? Hear people on the walk. There were. what? Well, it sounded like a car '>u their usual benches in front of backfiring—or something. No, I the Hotel Suffolk, the old people, didn’t hear a thing. Well, * it their faces lifted to the sun, sweat­ sounded like that.” And they ers around their shoulders. They would relapse into a dreaming wrapped their veined, freckle- silence again. But no one on the splotched hands firmly around Boardwalk heard it. cane-knobs and squinted knowing- No one in the town heard it 5* at the gulls. The gulls banked either. The sound occurred only ***** dove and rose again. The two short blocks from the center T 68 the old people followed of town, from the railroad station intently. The eyes of the where the last prosperous com- page 24 mountaineer muter was hurling himself aboard Mike was on duty at eight that J the prosperous commuters* train day. He left the door to the j just as the last warning whistle shack open to let in some early | sounded, from the butcher shops summer . . . that’s probably how j already in full swing, from the he noticed the way Dooley acted real estate office of Nat Hyman, as he walked up the boulevard to | just opening now, from City Hall, the Mayor’s house. Mike said aft- I an ugly yellow imitation Moorish erward that it gave him a tunny ! building also coming alive, slowly feeling to see the way Dooley j and reluctantly. There were a looked, the old copper feeling that j few men waiting already outside something was going to happen— ! the Mayor’s office. The Mayor but really, Mike’s no copper— j wasn’t there yet—but he would none of the force is, unless you be, just after nine. He lived only call pulling in summer people for two blocks away and he was so traffic violations copping. The punctual you could set your watch county force did all the copping by him. He always left the house necessary—like raiding the bookie a little before nine, and was in joint that quartered itself in the the office by at least five after. second nicest house along the bay, where all the best houses were, or That’s why Nat Hyman could finding a second-story man in a have heard the sound, if he’d been day when it had taken the town close enough. Nat was a punctual boys two months and still not a man, too. Nat almost always nibble. Mike had just been seeing turned the key in the lock at nine. too many G-man movies. Any A few minutes later, he was star­ way, there was Dooley, still in ing out of the office window at uniform although his shift ended the sky, and up and down the at one A. M. and he wasn’t due street. And when he saw the back on until five P. M. The uni­ pigeon-breasted figure of the May­ form looked unpressed, baggy, or turn into the City Hall, he and Dooley was weaving a little. greeted it with a polite wave of Mike said it made him realize all the arm and a muttered “ Son-of- of a sudden that Dooley was go­ a-bitch.” ing to the dogs, and it was no Mike Donovan was a punctual wonder. man, too. He was close enough to hear the sound—and he heard it. “ Look,” he appealed, “ I know Mike had really joined the force he shouldn’t have done it, but ten years ago as a detective—but look at it this way. You know, his heart was bad and frequently in a lot of ways, Dooley was an they let him take care of the traf­ awful solemn bastard. I mean, he fic shack that stood in the middle didn’t want a lot. He just got a of the mall of the main boulevard kick out of running the Patrol­ in town. The Mayor's house was men ’s Benevolent Association. on the corner of the boulevard, He’d work his guts out raising catty-corner from the traffic money for baseball equipment and shack. That’s how Mike saw it giving out stuff at Christmas and alL As he said later, “ A hell of a making speeches and all that. He place for a guy with a bad heart. took it serious. He felt like a I’d rather stay on the regular bigs hot, getting his name in the routine—none of this sensational paper, giving a cup to the kid that stuff on that.” won the handball tournament- mountaineer page 25

Dooley wanted to be a bigshot, than usual. Well, it’s one of those the Mayor wanted to be a bigshot, up-from-the-East-Side things. It only all Dooley wanted to run was does different things to different the P.B.A. See what I mean ?’ 9 people. Mike always said he Well, some people didn’t. Peo­ should have gotten much further ple weren’t upset because they from New York than twenty-five had liked the Mayor, because no­ miles. “ I fell for the sea air body could, but the men he gave line,” he used to say wryly. “ I jobs to. Even some of them didn’t forgot that the summer crowd and like him. It was just another some of the immigrants from k black eye for a town that had too Brooklyn that stayed would make many of them. When the high- the place smell just as bad as the school kids went to watch the bas­ City.” In some ways, Mike was a ketball team play in another town, pretty smart cop, smarter than there were always two or three most of our protectors—but that fights a night. The out-of-town wouldn’t take much, really. How­ kids would start to mention a few ever, most people knew it and they of the juicier happenings of the were disposed by that as well as last few years and then the fists anything else to nod in agreement would fly. And the worst of it when he said he didn’t think Doo­ was that it was all true. It was ley had planned to do it. And like New York under Tammany, Mike had seen all of it happen. only on a smaller scale, and the Dooley was walking up the politicians were tenth-raters. But street, trying to hold himself as they did pretty well, even if they straight as he could. Just as he did lack finesse. Two mayors be­ reached the corner and turned up fore this, the whole City Hall gang the pavement to the Mayor’s had been up before a Federal in­ house, the Mayor himself, right on vestigation committee because time, came out of the door and they hadn’t paid taxes for six down the porch steps, looking as years on the property they owned. natty as a man with his build They’d written it off on the city. could—flower in his button hole Well, th at’s the way it went. So and everything. He liked being nobody liked the machine, even if Mayor, just as Dooley liked being they didn’t do anything but com­ President of the P.B.A. They both plain about it. They didn’t like liked being bigshots and of course Mayor Hall, especially. He hadn’t they didn’t like each other. Doo­ been dishonest yet — since he *d ley hadn’t supported the Mayor, come into office with money of his but he did keep out of his way— own—but he wanted to run every­ which is more than you could say thing. for the Mayor—for he had been That’s why Dooley and he were trying to push Dooley out since on the outs. That’s why Nat Hy­ his first month of playing God in man and he were on the outs. It City Hall. wasn’t that the Mayor wanted to They both stopped and stared make things better, he just wanted at each other, Dooley with his his own men in—and women. bloodshot eyes and the Mayor Within a month after he had got­ with his nearsighted eyes behind ten into City Hall, all his daugh­ the thick, rimless glasses. Mike ter’s friends were making the says you couldn’t hear the Mayor place just a little more inefficient at first, but after a few minutes page 26 mountaineer both of them were shouting at ley said, without changing expres­ each other. sion, “ Is he dead?” Mike said yes, “ What do I want?” Dooley he thought so. Then Dooley yelled. “ You know what I want. stared hard at a piece of broken I want you to keep your nose out lens from the Mayor’s glasses, and of what doesn't concern you. I he poked at it with his foot, and want you to stop telling every­ said slowly, “ Oh Jesus,” and sat body I ’m a drunken bum that’s down on the sidewalk and put his getting drunk on P.B.A. money. head in his hands. “ The poor I’ll call your bluff—right now.” dope,” Mike said. Dooley waved a large fist under • • * • the Mayor’s nose. There was sunlight on his face The Mayor glanced a little un­ when Dooley woke up that morn­ easily at the fist and then at the ing. It felt as through there was traffic shack, and then up at Doo­ a thick layer of gum binding the ley, towering over him. “ I just lids together. His tongue was want things run properly, Dooley. thick and swollen in his mouth. I ’m not at all sure that they are in Finally he pulled open his eyes the P.B.A.,” he snapped. cautiously and stared around him. “ You mean you don’t like it The first thing he saw was the because I won’t let you run it, shining mahogany surface of a don’t you?” Dooley came back at bar. He half-lifted himself on his him. “ That’s why you want your elbow, and stared at the bar in stooge, Egan, in, don’t you? You foggy bewilderment. He looked think you’re an important little down at himself. He was lying, bastard, don’t you?” He waved he saw, fully clothed in his uni­ his fist again at the Mayor. form, except for his hat and gun- “ Don’t you call me names, you holster, on a couch, covered with thick shanty Mick.” The Mayor an old torn blanket. Slowly, it had lost any dignity he had by began to come back to him. It this time, and was screaming at was the Veterans of Foreign Wars Dooley. clubroom, that’s where he was. Mike said something must have He generally came in here after he happened to Dooley when he got off duty to have a drink with heard that, because he kept mak­ the boys. But he was still here. ing choking sounds for a minute, What had happened ? He tried to and then suddenly Dooley had raise himself to a sitting position, grabbed his gun out of the holster but hammers began to pound in and the Mayor had slumped to the his head and a whirling mist sidewalk. Mike came running floated in front of his eyes. He across the street just as the May­ let himself down again, gently, or’s wife tore out of the house, feeling dizzy and nauseated, lie but the Mayor was dead when held himself rigid until the knot they got there. Just like that. dissolved from his throat, and bis There was blood running from the stomach stopped turning around Mayor’s face as well as his chest, and around and was right side up because his glasses had broken in again. the fall. Dooley was just stand­ I must have pulled a good one ing there with a funny, blank ex­ this time, he thought. I must pression on his face. Mike took have passed out cold. I must have the gun out of his hand, and Doo­ been too much of a mess to take mountaineer page 27

home. I hope they told Kath, he A. elections two whole months worried. I hope Bob had enough away, and you’re making the can­ sense to tell somebody to tell her didates set ’em up already. Well, I had to do an extra shift or some­ I ’ll run on my record.” thing. “ Now, Dooley,” soothed Fitz­ He closed his eyes and tried to patrick, the only orator in the think about the night before. Why group, his little terrier eyes dart­ had he gotten so drunk, he won­ ing nervously from one man to the dered. There was something un­ other. “ Don’t be that way. Can’t pleasant, what was it? Suddenly the boys have a little drink with­ it came to him, and the anger of out accusations being thrown the night before brought him up­ around?” right on the couch. That was it. “No. Not these boys and not He had come in for a nightcap— Egan. Nice a bunch of rats as just one—he’d been on the wagon ever deserted a sinking ship, I ’m ever since he’d got wise to the thinking. If the Mayor wants to fact that the Mayor was trying to get rid of you boys, he’ll do it get him out of the P. B. A. presi­ whether I’m President or not. dency—and he’d had one and he Your friend Egan here won’t help was just leaving to go home when you. If you’d stop trying to make in came Bgan with half a dozen so much money off the traffic of the P. B. A. boys. Egan was violators, he wouldn’t have a leg setting them up for the whole to stand on if he wanted to throw crowd of men, talking away, you out. Then you could act like cracking jokes at them until sud­ men,” he concluded, dramatically denly he became aware of Dooley, waving his forefinger at them. seated at a corner table, glower- The men looked down at their I iftg at him over a newspaper. He drinks uncomfortably, except for stopped talking for a moment, Egan. “ That’s not as bad as being then he smiled nervously in Doo­ drunk on duty,” he murmured ley’s direction. gently. Dooley swung at him, but “ Have a drink, Dooley?” he Bob the bartender caught his arm offered. just in time. “ Don’t be so quick “ No, thanks,” Dooley answered with a fist all the time, Dooley,” him curtly. “I’m on my way he scolded, backing him away home now.” from, the bar. “ Must be a welcome change for “ You heard what he said, didn’t the Missus, eh, Dooley?” Egan you?” Dooley demanded, strug­ ran his tongue around his lips, but gling to free himself from Bob’s he kept on smiling, even after grip. But Bob’s two hundred and Dooley came around from behind twenty pounds were more than ; the table, walking stiff-legged even Dooley, tall and agile as he i until he had reached Egan’s stool was, could break away from. As at the bar. Bob set him down gently but firm­ I “ If you weren’t such a little rat, ly with one hand, he motioned the I Egan, I ’d take a poke at you. I rest of them out with the other. I may yet, if you don’t shut up.” Finally the place was empty. Dooley told him. He swung around Bob released him. k to the uneasy group at the bar. “ Why didn’t you let me give it “ Pretty smart boys,” he said to him. Bob?” Dooley muttered. I elaborately, “ pretty smart. P. B. “You know you have a wife page 28 mountaineer and kids, Dooley.” Bob was shuffled behind the bar to the cleaning up the empty glasses on sink. He removed the few glasses the bar. “It*8 bad enough the that were in it with a shaking Mayor knows you don't like his hand. He dropped one of them, j guts, but you don't have to throw but it did not break, it merely it in his face, do yout" rolled under the bar, still whole. ” 1 don't care what that son-of- He filled the sink with cold water, a-bitch thinks," Dooley said hotly, took off his blouse, and plunged but as he said it he knew that he his head in. The shock of the cold was lying, and that he was scared. water felt good to his throbbing The grey fear came down upon temples and hot, dry face. He him. He had been scared when he kept his head under for a few sec- i saw Egan walk in with the boys. onds. He dried himself off with Why do I care so much, he the towel Bob used for the glasses, thought wearily. If they don't put his blouse on again, and lit a want me, they don't. If they're cigarette as he walked back to the yellow enough to throw away couch to get his holster and his everything I did, let them. cap. “ I don't care," he mused. “ Ill He looked at himself in the bar resign. Ill get out of the force, mirror and winced. He placed a too. The hell with it." hand over the stubble on his face, but it didn't help. His eyes were “ Where are you going to get bloodshot and there were deep, another job at your ageT" Bob sagging pouches under them, and scoffed. “ Besides with all the the wrinkles were more noticeable smart young kids they've got tak­ ing examinations today, where than ever around his mouth. The would you bet You got through fear came on him again in a sick- j the eighth grade, remember f And ening wave. I'd better see him, I what else could you dot And he thought in panic, right now. throw away all the years you got I'd better see him like Bob said, towards a pension ? Forget it. and get this thing settled. He Have a drink and forget it. Why looked at his watch—eight-forty, don't you have a talk with the it said. There would be just Mayor and straighten it out, or enough time to catch the Mayor something t" before he went to the office, be­ “ Yeah, th a t’s an idea. Maybe fore Egan got to him. The Mayor 111 do that," Dooley answered always left the house just a few him dispiritedly. He took the shot minutes or so before nine. The of rye Bob was holding out to him Mayor, he remembered, was a and threw it down. punctual man. He had kept on drinking, Doo­ As he got up from the couch, ley remembered, now, that he and his eye fell upon the two bottles, Bob had finished a quart between still at the table where he and Bob them, and that Bob had gone to had been sitting last night. There sleep with his head on the table, was still about a fourth left in one but that he had kept on drinking of them. He hesitated for a mo­ all by himself. He must have ment, then he crossed to the table, passed out then, and Bob must tilted the bottle, and finished the have awakened, put him on the contents in two long gulps. He couch and gone home. gagged, but the glow that spread He struggled to his feet and through him made him feel more mountaineer page 29 calm, more sure of himself. He he and the Mayor flung their bit­ put the empty bottle back on the ter words back and forth, he let table, jammed his cap on his head the anger rise higher and higher. and strode to the door, unlocked Somehow he knew he shouldn’t it and walked out into the bright but he did, because it covered over morning, shutting the door firmly the hopeless feeling that was curl­ behind him. ing up beside it. It came to him The breeze was fresh, smelling then that he could not, would not faintly of salt and sun. He make a deal. He was through. lengthened his stride, holding his The anger was in every "part of head up and taking deep gulps of him now. He knew suddenly that air. He was feeling much better what he wanted to do was blot now, except for his legs. He felt out that face. He reached around a little unsteady, and his head was for his gun and then the face was light and the outlines of the fami­ gone. And then the anger was liar buildings that he was ap­ gone and the hopeless feeling had proaching—the high-school, the taken its place. From far away, group of grocery-stores and dair­ he heard Mike Donovan say the ies, the bicycle-shop across from Mayor was dead and “It’ll be them—had an out-of-focus line twenty years, with luck,” but somehow. I shouldn’t have had a right now he didn’t care. He sank drink on an empty stomach, he back almost gratefully into the told himself guiltily. He was ap­ quiet cloud of hopelessness that proaching the corner of the boule­ drifted inside him', and lowered vard that led • to the Mayor’s his tired head into his hands. house. He looked up at the clock • • • • on the City Hall tower. Just ten This morning proved beyond a of—he’d make it in plenty of time. doubt that its promise of the pre­ What was he going to say, he vious day had been made in good thought. That maybe he and the faith. The sun filled the street Mayor could be buddies if the with premature summer, now that Mayor called off Egan? It oc­ the breeze of yesterday had gone. curred to him that the idea was Mike Donovan’s chair had pro­ not pleasing, somehow. And if the gressed from the doorway of the Mayor didn’t want to call off traffic shack to just outside it. He Egan, what then? His mind hur­ sat motionless in the chair, trying ried away from the thought. He hard to keep his eyes fixed upon was beginning to act like a fright­ the boulevard. But they kept ened kid, he reflected as he turned closing in spite of him. Even at the corner and began walking nine in the morning the day was down the boulevard. Like a languorous and anyway Mike was damned rookie, not dry behind tired. There was good reason for the ears yet. The glow was be­ Mike to feel tired. The grass of ginning to leave him. I shouldn’t the Mall, trampled and dotted have come, he thought. with empty, crumpled cigarette The Mayor was coming down packs and gum wrappers in front the steps toward him. As soon as of the Traffic shack, was mute Dooley saw his jowled, peevish evidence. There had been little face, he felt the anger curl slowly knots of curious, hushed people up in him. It gave him a sensa­ forming and dissolving and re­ tion of almost savage delight. As forming in front of the shack, and page 30 mountaineer |

on the corner within a few min­ tive. She wasn’t to be disturbed utes of the accident until five until morning. She, Ellen, was o'clock in the afternoon, when now going to take the 'phone off Mike's shift ended. He had told the hook, and bed down on the the story over and over again, couch for the night. adding a few new touches, high­ “ You'd better can start pray­ lighting and interpreting as the ing right now, Mike, if you want day wore on. He had posed for to, and preparing a fine speech the local paper, and for a metro­ for the trial," she finished grimly. politan daily, while the crowd had The chimes of the City Hall stood back respectfully, or had clock tower were ringing nine wandered over to* watch the Hall now. With a determined effort, maid trying to scrub the blood­ Mike fixed his eyes upon the stains from the sidewalk. They boulevard. It stretched emptily watched the house of the Mayor, before him. He realized with a too, but not for very long, because curious sense of shock that almost there was nothing to watch. All exactly twenty-four hours before the blinds had been drawn im­ Dooley and the Mayor had been mediately after Mrs. Hall had standing there right across the been led into the house, screaming street from him, alive—and kick­ hysterically. She had screamed ing. Now one of them is dead, he until the doctor arrived, and final­ thought, and the other’s in the ly there was quiet, after she had county jail. But here I am and succumbed to a hypo. The young­ there’s the boulevard and the er Hall daughter received close town and nothing's happened, if friends only, her eyes frightened you didn't know it had. He and large and black, as she passed yawned and stretched and settled before the front door occasionally. into the chair again. Yes, sir, a The older Hall daughter was fly­ man murdered, and the man who ing home from college in Illinois, did it behind bars, and all that it was rumored about noon. crowd yesterday and today it They didn’t leave Mike alone looks the same as it always does, after he came off duty. The tele­ and here I am like usual. What phone had rung continually all the hell is it all about f he re­ during dinner, and for three hours flected. His eyes began to close after it. Mike had wanted to go again. down to the West End of town to Nat Hyman dropped the office offer Mrs. Dooley his assistance, keys back into his pockets, and if it was necessary, but he was too looked out of the office window. tired to make it. He telephoned, He slid his gaze vacantly over the in a lull. Her sister, Ellen Mac- early morning shoppers and then Mahon, the wife of one of the de­ up at the sky. It would be a good tectives, answered wearily that early season, he was sure of it now. Kath spent all day at the county The weekend would see them jail with Dooley, came home, pouring off the train to look for looked at the supper that she, El­ summer places. Of course, this len, had fixed for Kath and the publicity might not do the place kids, and went into the bathroom any good. He chewed the idea and vomited. Then she cried, briefly. No, it might turn out went all to pieces, and the doctor pretty well, at that. Look at had to come and give her a seda- those crowds yesterday. And mountaineer page 31 they forget. They always forget, ter getting married? That’s nice. he thought comfortably. If they The whole family’s coming? . . .” could forget what’s already hap­ The tide left piles of driftwood pened in this town, they can for­ on the beach as it rolled in and get this too. He opened the of­ out. The driftwood piles marked fice door wide, stepped out into its path. Each time the tide the sun and watched the baby swirled higher on the beach, it carriages come in from the Board­ pushed up the wood. Once dur­ walk. ing a hurricane, the tide roared up Today the old people talked as far as the center of town. When with each other more than usual. it finally receded, it left behind Some of them read to each other it in the main street, piles of the metropolitan daily’s account driftwood as a reminder, perhaps, of the murder. They murmured to that it had long ago covered all each other: “ And we were only the town-site and could again, just two blocks away from the whole as it had done this time. thing. Think of it. What is this Today, however, the waves were place coming to, anyway? I said not very high. The sound of their to my son, I said to him when he breaking upon the beach was got off the train last night, what soothing to the old people on the is this place coming to, anyway? Boardwalk. They closed their old Qod knows what ’ll come next. eyes and dozed in the mid-morn­ Mattie, when is your grand-daugh­ ing sun.

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Translated from the Spanish of Ruben Dario

By W ILLIAM SLAGER

HE MAN with the heart of contain your infernal wrath ? Dost T lily, celestial tongue, soul of thou come from Hell? Have not a cherub, the sweet and humble Lucifer or Belial infused in thee Francis of Assisi, stood before the their eternal rancor ?** violent and ferocious animal, the And the great wolf replied, dreadful beast of blood and plun­ humbled: der, the jaws of fury, eyes of evil “ The winter is hard and the —the wolf of Gubbio, the terrible hunger horrible. In the frozen wolf, he who madly ravaged the forest I found nothing; and I countryside, cruelly destroyed all looked on the cattle and at times the flocks, devouring lambs, de­ I ate both cattle and shepherds. vouring shepherds (the deaths he Blood? And I have seen more caused are uncountable). The than one hunter upon his horse, mighty hunters armed with steel his hawk carried in his hand, run­ were destroyed; his hard fangs ning the boar, the bear or the tore down the bravest of dogs as deer. And more than once I have if they were lambs new-born. seen them self-stained with blood, And Francis went forth and wounding, maiming the animals sought the wolf in his den, who, of Our Lord, boasting to the low seeing the Saint, lunged toward blare of the pitiless trumpets. It him. Francis, raising his hand, was not for hunger that they came spoke thus to the raging beast, his to hunt.” voice sweet: And Francis responded: “ Peace, Brother W olf!** “ In man there exists an evil And the animal gazed on the ferment; he is born with sin and man in the coarse tunic, his hostile sad it is. But the simple soul of eyes lowered, his aggressive jaws the beast is pure. And now thou closed. And he said: art to have food from this day “ It is well, Brother Francis!** forth, and from this day forth “ How then,” exclaimed the leave in peace the flocks and the Saint. “Is it the law that thou people of this land. And may should ’st live from horror and God sweeten thy wild nature!9* from death ? The blood which thy “ It is well, Brother Francis of diabolic jaws spill, the suffering Assisi.” and the terror that thou scatter- “ Before God who binds and u»' est, the tears of the peasants, the binds all, let us seal our bargain.* screams, the pain of such crea­ And the wolf raised his forepaw tures of Our Lord—must not they and the Brother took it. And they mountaineer page 33

went down to the village where beast held to his passion and in­ the people saw them and scarce side him burned the fires of Mo­ believed what they saw, the wolf loch and Satan. following, his head lowered and the fierceness gone from him, So that when the good Saint re­ turned the people of the village tame now as a house dog, as a sought him with tears and griev­ lamb, new-born. And the Brother ing and laid before him their Francis walked ahead and called the people to the plaza and there thousand complainings and the preached to them: testimonials of the suffering and the loss brought to them" by the “ Behold here a gentle animal— wild beast of the devil. the Brother Wolf himself is with me. He has bargained to be our And St. Francis of Assisi grew friend, never to repeat his bloody grave; he went to the mountains ravagings. And thou in return seeking the false wolf, the wild shall provide nourishment for this beast. And near his cave he poor beast of God. ” found him, and spoke: And the people of village an­ “ In the name of the Father of swered • the sacred universe, I conjure “ So be it.” thee, o perverse wolf, that thou answer me! Why hast thou re­ And the good animal, the tamed turned to evil? Answer me for I wolf, wagged his tail and entered listen!” the convent with St. Francis of Assisi. And the wild animal, the great wolf raised his hateful eyes and Now the good animal, the tamed spoke as one carrying great anger wolf, remained some time in the in him: saintly refuge. His shaggy ears sharpened to the sound of the “ Brother Francis, approach not psalms and his clear eyes mois­ nearer, but listen. I was tranquil there in the convent and when I tened. He learned a thousand ventured into the village and the tricks and played a thousand people gave me to eat I was con­ games with the lay brothers in the tent and ate tamely. But I began kitchen. And when the good to see in all the houses Envy, Brother St. Francis prayed, the Wrath, Ire; and in all the faces wolf licked his poor sandals. And the low fires of Hate, Lust, In­ he walked, betimes, the streets of famy, and Lies. Brother made the village and through the hills snd into the low valleys and en­ war against brother and the weak tered the houses and was fed. He lost and the men of evil gained. was to the people a tame animal, And men and women were as dog & tamed greyhound. and bitch. And one day they beat me, all of them, those who had And one day St. Francis seen me humble, licking their I journeyed and the good animal, the hands and feet. Yes, I followed I tamed and just wolf, disappeared thy sacred laws: all the creatures I into the mountains. And the were my brothers—Brother Men, I howling and the rage began once Brother Oxen, Brother Stars and I more. And among the people Brother Worms. And therefore I came fear and alarm, fear in the they beat me and cast me away | shepherds. And valor and weap- and their laughter was boiling wa­ I ons mattered not now, for the wild ter and deep within me the anger page 34 mountaineer i was born again, the wildness of follow thy work and thy sane-1 the wolf deep within me. But bet­ tity.” ter yet than those people who And the Saint of Assisi did not I beat me. Thus I returned and reply. He looked on the wolf with here I live, defending myself, sad eyes and turned away with I as the bear does, as the boar, who the burden of tears. And he 1 must kill that he may live. Leave spoke then to the eternal God I me in my hills, in my cliffs; leave with his heart and the wind oi the 1 me in my freedom and return to woods carried the words: “ Our the convent, Brother Francis, and Father, who art in heaven. . .

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«T~HE MEMORY of what we one never to be forgotten. They A saw and heard at Buchen- were the people of Europe who wald will haunt us ineffaceably for either dared oppose National So­ many years.” These words by a cialism, or were politically innocent member of the British parliament but victims of its theories. The on his return from an inspection of sight of those pathetic creatures, Buchenwald express to a degree their fierce patriotism so long sup­ the feelings of those who saw any pressed, and their gratitude burst­ one of the many concentration ing forth with an enthusiasm camps. I helped evacuate Belsen. which we as soldiers had long for­ Few human beings have ever been gotten, created a feeling of great subjected to such an existence as pride within us. For those of us were the inmates of this camp. who had forgotten or perhaps had Early in May, 1945 my section, never known, it seemed clear then five ambulances, received instruc­ why we individually should fight tions to help evacuate a concentra­ in this war. tion camp just liberated by men of I did not realize at the time that the British Second Army, near the those people with blanched faces town of Belsen, Germany. and emaciated bodies riding and , Since arriving in the enemy walking out of Germany were the homeland from Holland, I had seen healthy and strong of the concen­ | thousands of political prisoners of tration camps. Before our depar­ the Nazis from nearly every coun­ ture and during the drive to Bel­ try in Europe heading west out of sen, my imagination speculated Germany from the camps in terri­ widely as to the condition and en­ tories recently taken by the Allies. vironment that produced these ef­ The more fortunate were crowded fects. However, in no way was I into American trucks, driven in prepared for Belsen. convoy by British and American To give a better understanding soldiers; others were riding in of the circumstances surrounding horsed rawn wagons taken from the the British entrance into the camp, German civilians whenever found. I shall explain what I know about But most of them were on foot, the Belsen Truce. Actually no one some pushing or pulling carts, even person seemed to know the com­ baby carriages, anything with plete story; nevertheless I was able wheels in which they might carry to piece together a fairly compre­ the loot taken by them after their hensive picture. liberation. Although the camp was in a by­ The story told itself and it is passed area, completely surrounded page 36 mountaineer

by the British Second Army, Gen­ wanted another opportunity to kill eral Dempsey, an American from a few more Germans, the SS in] the Twenty-first Army Group particular. In any event, hr headquarters, was forced to sign wanted to return them to their own a truce with the Germans, under lines. A British Brigadier is re­ threat that if we did not accept ported to have asked the Jerries their conditions the inmates of Bel- if they wanted to go back to the sen would be freed—to spread ty­ lines. The SS wanted to, undoubt­ phus and other contagious diseases edly, because they realized that they throughout Europe. Part of the would be charged individually and agreement was that the two hun­ regulars preferred the comparative dred SS Elite Camp Guards and safety and comfort of an Allied four hundred Wehrmacht regulars Prisoner of War camp. At any caught in the area were to be given rate, in the final outcome, they safe conduct escort through our were ail held as prisoners of war. lines back to their own. There The Camp Commandant, Josef were also some two hundred Hun­ Kramer, the “ Beast of Belsen,” garian soldiers, who had been dis­ and Irma Grese, the leader of the armed by the Germans after their Women’s Waffen SS, and several country capitulated. Their status others of this SS gang were later was difficult to determine. How­ sentenced to death by a British ever, we considered them neutrals Military Court. and gave them the freedom of the camp; and they proved to be of Belsen was situated in the heart great value by their willingness to of a large wild area, well concealed work. After the British arrived from the German public by more some of the SS fired upon a num­ than ten square miles of restricted ber of the inmates who were taking woodland. It seemed to have been built originally for some type of potatoes from a storehouse. The detention camp, possibly for slave British, already infuriated by the labor, but not for a concentration evidence of the inhumane treat­ camp. Although it was too poorly ment the prisoners had received, laid out and constructed to suggest thereupon disarmed the Jerries and put them to work burying the five that it was built for German in­ thousand dead of the camp. Work­ habitants, I saw in the camp an ing double time, the SS men were outdoor court which had been built and was used at some time or made to carry a corpse apiece, and the SS women a corpse between other for basketball. It would thus two of them until they dropped appear that when the camp was built it had some recreation facili­ from exhaustion. If this action by ties. There has never been a case the British broke the truce, it was known where the Nazis allowed of little consequence, for several their political prisoners recrea­ days later the Jerries sent over tional activity. two planes which strafed a medical unit, killing two soldiers and The concentration camp proper I wounding several others. was an area of perhaps three square miles, surrounded by two separate However, even after the strafing barbed-wire fences. The buildings incident, Dempsey still felt obliged were single-story wood barracks, to carry out the conditions of the some of which had lavatory facili­ truce: perhaps the truth is that he ties. But since much of the mountaineer page 37

ground was flooded with sewage, inmates take off their lice-infected I it was apparent that the system, clothes, wrap them individually in such as it was, had not been oper­ blankets, and drive them in ambu­ ating for a long time. Plumbers lances to what was called the “ hu­ | were flown in from England, and man laundry.'' There they were a probable typhoid epidemic was washed by German Army nurses L averted. who had been attached as a medical Even though the British were unit to the SS camp guards. The prepared to some extent with medi- nurses' duty had been to maintain I cal supplies and equipment, their the health of the SS. They had I preparations were grossly inade- not been allowed to go into the [ quate, for no one had any concep- concentration camp; and they I tion of the true conditions of the claimed that they had no idea of I camp until we arrived. It was what went on in the camp itself. thought probable that the total Regardless of the truth of this, i population of the camp was seven they did a commendable job in thousand. Instead, although an the human laundry. ■ exact figure is not known, it has The huts were approximately I been estimated to have been be- thirty by one hundred feet. There I tween thirty-five and fifty thou- might have been from six hundred I sand. Of this number, perhaps to one thousand people in each ten per cent of the people were one. A few of the huts had wood­ able to leave camp upon its libera­ en double-decker beds, but most of tion—that is, they did not have them had no furniture at all. Be­ typhus, and were strong enough to cause of the crowded conditions walk. The rest were quarantined the inhabitants were forced to because of typhus, malnutrition, stand or sit or lie on the floor, dysentery, and in many cases, all or on each other. The floors were three. a maze of filthy, matted clothing The camp was divided by barbed and human excrement. It was dif­ wire into sections, the women in ficult to tell the dead from the one and the men in the other. It living. was startling to realize that there In some barracks we found a were more women than men. How­ dozen or more dead, and half that ever, the separation was hardly many who were dying. These we necessary by the time we got there, left with the dead where they lay, for in their weakened conditions, for they would not have lived their mental as well as normal through the trip to the laundry. physical functions had ceased to The policy was to take the healthi­ operate. This was evidenced by est, strongest and youngest first. the fact that many of them could This evacuation procedure went not talk for weeks; some did not on until the hospitals were full. I know who we were, nor what was We then picked'out the best of the I happening. A number of the in- huts which had been emptied and I mates even thought they were turned them into hospitals, after I fcoing to be killed when we took the Hungarians had scrubbed and I them to the old SS barracks which disinfected them with creosote. I had been converted to hospitals, When the magnitude of the job I several miles away from the camp. of cleaning out Belsen became ap­ The evacuation procedure was to parent, one hundred student doc­ I enter one hut at a time, make the tors, various other technicians, and page 38 mount&inem | volunteer British relief workers feet ants, after being told the in a were flown in from England. jections were glucose (they usual i The difficulties involved in feed­ ly died in a matter of minutes.]! ing the inmates were almost insur­ Six girls were ordered hanged foi I mountable. They had had nothing stealing. Men were flogged unti I to eat for more than two weeks they were covered with blood t( I (cases of cannibalism were reported provide sport for the SS. Young! but never authenticated) and as a girls arriving in the camp wen I result they were in a condition sometimes tied to male corpses foi I wherein ordinary food could not be the first night in the camp by the 1 digested. The human being can ex­ SS women. ist on an extremely small quantity The Belsen Pits, perhaps thirty! of food for a long time, but in of them, were great holes in the I doing so his condition grows weak­ ground filled with a mass of naked I er. And when, in this weakened twisted, contracted, emaoiated I condition, he is forced to go com­ flesh and bones. Each excavation! pletely without food, the point is contained from eight hundred to I reached where normal digestion twelve hundred bodies, grim evi­ ceases. This is the last stage of dence of the unknown number starvation. In perhaps fifty per who had perished before we ar­ cent of the Belsen cases glucose rived in the camp. We covered served in water was the only rem­ them with lime and dirt, and put edy. Many of the inmates were so a sign over each mound: far gone that even intra-venous Approximately One Thousand injections of glucose failed to re­ People from Belsen vive them. Concentration Camp Undoubtedly the lack of food ___ to 1945 and the absence of any organiza­ They were the dead. Our task tion in the camp was partly due to was among the living. overpopulation, which resulted It would seem that each con­ from the addition of thousands of centration camp was run complete­ prisoners who were forced to walk ly by the people who were in im­ practically without food from mediate authority. There was no Oswiecim, Buchenwald, and other evidence of an over-all policy from camps in the path of the advanc­ Nazi headquarters. However, had ing Allies. However, starvation a plan been formulated and car­ did not account for all the deaths. ried but, it could not have been The Belsen authorities had other more diabolical in its results. In methods of mass murder, which their very lack of organization the were revealed by the mute ap­ Nazis were able to achieve more peals of the tortured dead and the fully their maniacal intent. testimony of the living: naked If we are ever to have a world women had been hung by their free from fear, it is imperative legs, dangling helplessly while that we realize the human mind artificial insemination experiments is capable of the horrors of Belsen were conducted. When the sperm and when this quality of mind was introduced the women twisted becomes apparent, it must be sup- in great pain and often soon died. pressed before it achieves its pur- 1 Hundreds of people were killed by pose—and produces a hell on | injections of gasoline and disin- earth. Organized Recreation

By JACK J, DELANEY

APTAIN Jack Williams rocked of thing that can be avoided by C back in his swivel chair and planning things. You probably stared sullenly at the iron bulk- opened four or five boxes on a I head behind his desk. This office table, and every time the ship I was a regular sardine can, he told heeled over, the parts all fell to­ himself. How could anyone ex- gether. I don’t suppose that ever I pect him to administer the recrea- occurred to you, did it? From I tion of 5000 men on a troopship now on, Donohue, don’t do a thing | when he had a staff of only one, until I tell you. Don’t even I and to do the job the way think.” I he wanted would take twenty-five ? One of the troop passengers put I There could be floor shows on the his head in at the doorway. I fantail all day long if some of the “Howdy, Sack!” the captain I men would just volunteer. shouted affably, for he always He turned to his assistant, Corp- wanted the men to know that he I oral Donohue, who was nervously was the Special Service officer and I opening boxes of jigsaw puzzles. so one of the boys. “ The * head’ is “ Would you mind playing with one deck below this, if that’s what your puzzles some other time?” he you want.” The GI chuckled and said politely. “ You might try do­ said he had recovered from his sea­ ing a little work around here for a sickness and only wanted to know change.” when the library would open. “ There are several pieces mis­ “ Haven’t you read the bulletin sing from some of the boxes, sir, board? You’re responsible for and some of the pieces are in with everything on it, soldier. Wait a other puzzles. They’re all mixed minute while I look it up for you.” up.” The captain peered through the I plexiglass on the desk surface to a paper underneath. “ Yes, here we are. ‘Library open to ship’s pas­ sengers 0800 to 1200 Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. Tues­ Captain Williams shut his eyes day, Thursday, and Sunday open at his assistant and, groaning, to troops. Now from 1300 to 1700 turned toward the porthole. it’s the other way around. Offi­ ■ ‘Doesn't anyone ever do anything cers only in the evening, and closed I right around here? The whole all day Friday, except in the even­ I bunch of them are as good as ru- ing.’ We’re going to change that lined. Don’t you see that? You closing day next week some time, I might as well throw the works so be sure to listen for the an- ■ overboard. Don’t do it now! Wait I until it gets dark. What I have I to put up with in this war! “ Now Donohue, this is the kind page 40 mountaineer nouncement over the loudspeaker. *’ biscuits to the seagulls, which the I By this time the GI had wan­ birds caught and swallowed in mid I dered away to borrow a magazine, air. Captain Williams watched I leaving the captain in need of this, laughed, and sailed out a 1 someone with whom to talk. couple of crackers on his own. “ Well, Donohue/’ he asked with a Throughout the galley the harsh I wry smile, “ What did you do shouts of the sea cooks rose above 1 yesterday ? ’’ the clatter of smashing wood a* I “ I played phonograph records KP’s knocked down another! over the loudspeaker most of the hundred cases of Spam. Hearing! day, sir.” this, Captain Williams decided to | “ Played phonograph records,” pay a visit there to cheer up the! echoed the captain slowly raising sweating kitchen help. “Hi.j his eyes to the ceiling. *1 Don’t tell Mack! Hello, Sport! Howdy. me that was all you did all day? Red! Don’t cut yourself with that j Yesterday if the colonel or anyone knife, Joe,” he boomed to the list else had seen the men sprawled less group that dawdled at the out on all the hatches they would chore of peeling potatoes. The have thought there was no Special men all said “ hello,” surmising Service facilities at all on this that he must be the ship’s Special ship.” Service officer. Captain Williams removed his Shouting a cheery “ good morn feet from the desk top and leaned ing” to all who met his eye, Cap­ forward, resting his elbows on his tain Williams next climbed into the knees. “ Donohue, watch the way recreation hall. This was in the I plan the activities for this after­ ship’s ballroom, once the scene of noon, will you ? Special Service many a gala social function, but will jack up the morale on this now stripped bare and refurnished ship or I ’ll know why not. with long rows of pine tables and “Now the first thing we do,” benches. This morning as on allj he began in a slow voice, “ is to others the seats had been grabbed open all those packing boxes in by eight o’clock poker players; and front of the desk. We’re going to in the aisles the kibitzers stood take out all the games and put shoulder to shoulder in silent fasci­ them in the rec hall. They take nation. There were penny-ante up too much space around here games and others where the pot anyway. And we’re not just going piled as high as $3000. Black Jack to leave them lying on the tables and Red Dog had not raged in sueh the way you do. W e’re going to popularity since the Klondike gold i organize games around them. Now rush. Intently studying their follow me through on this thing.” respective hands, the players held The ship’s chronometer read down their seats as long as their 0900, and on every deck troop pas­ money lasted; and when they threw j sengers who had finished the third in their cards, their places were breakfast shift wandered aimlessly quickly taken by other players who .j in search of some diversion to miti­ also thought they were sharks. One ] gate the boredom of another day game of draw poker lasted a week, j at sea. Those who could find space the participants eating by turns i at the rail lounged there listlessly, so that the pot might never die. some carving their initials in the Band concerts, radio programs, j expensive wood. On the fantail lectures and newscasts blew them­ two men were throwing C ration selves oat unremembered by the mountaineer page 41

frantically concentrating hundreds minimum chance of their being in the smoke-laden recreation hall. misunderstood. “ Now, if you can Wild shouts of glee and anguished keep off your dead end long curses of disappointment shot out enough to watch what goes on here, to the deck whenever the portholes you may be able to understand were opened to allow a fresh sup­ what kind of recreation I want on ply of air to blow through the tep­ this ship. This old baloney of id atmosphere. shooting craps and playing poker Suddenly the intense concentra­ day in and day out is going to tion was shattered by a hoarse come to a halt as of now. ’ ’ shout of, ‘ * Quiet everybody! He sat down on a table and Quiet!” It was Captain Williams pointed toward the uppermost box. i standing on a chair and flailing the * ‘ Put that on the first table. Don’t air with his arms in an effort to open it! Nothing will begin until get the attention of all in the room. I give the signal. Now, number “We’re going to have a recreation one is the clay-modeling table. hour here. Everybody must put Carry the jig-saw puzzles over to away his cards and leave so that we the second table; everyone there can get the place ready. Now* will enjoy fitting jig-saw puzzles we’ve got a bang-up program together. Bring those coping planned for you. You’ll all be al­ saws over to the third table. One lowed back inside later. ’ ’ He turned Monopoly game on this, the weav­ | to an MP. “ Sergeant, clear this ing set over there, and so on room.” The MP made the rounds around the room. You see what of the tables, urging those who I ’m getting at? If there are any continued their games to knock off tables without games, you can seat for a rest. “ There’s still plenty people there as a kind of reserve; of room in the brig,” the captain then when someone withdraws announced to those who shouted from a game, a reserve can fill the that they preferred their own empty place. Are you following games to quoits and parchesi. me? You simply stand in the “ There are two boys down there middle of the room and direct peo­ now, and we can put more in any ple to the empty seats. We can time.” run things this way for the rest of A half hour of bitter exchanges the trip .” and anonymous insults followed, The last game having been laid but at length the last belligerent carefully so as to line up with all chose the icy winds on deck in pre­ the other games down the row. ference to the sweatbox in the hold. Captain Williams gave the drama­ Captain Williams, after detailing tic order to throw open the doors. an armed guard to each door, sur­ With a mischievous shout of school­ veyed the empty hall. “ Now,” he boy gladness the waiting hun­ announced to the echoing walls, dreds burst into the room, trip­ “we can go to work getting things ping over the benches and pushing organized.” each other against the tables. His arms loaded with brightly “ Domino games this way. Bask­ colored game boxes until he could et-weaving over in the corner.” oot see ahead, Corporal Donohue The officer’s shrill voice rose above staggered in. “ Put them on the the gruff babble around him. “ No floor,” the captain enunciated, one will open any games until I trying to make his orders as simple give the word. If you want to as possible so that there would be carve wood, come over here to my page 42 mountaineer right. We lost the knives that this afternoon f” he asked of hi; I came with the set, so you ’ll have to assistant. use your own or borrow from a “ Sure was too bad.” buddy.” “ Yes, wasn’t it too bad I A table by one of the doors though? You probably startet I filled; but, taking no notice of the the whole thing. It was likely I bead-stringing kit before them, you who gave them the idea o 1 the soldiers passed their cards using General Mac Arthur’s pic I around again, resuming the same ture for the dart game. By thij game which had been interrupted way, what were you doing all th< I by the captain’s orders an hour be­ time I was struggling with th< § fore. Seeing this, Captain Wil­ mob single handed?” liams elbowed his way toward the “ You sent me out to get wateil revellers and swept their cards to for the water colors. Don’t yoil the floor. When someone at the remember?” other end of the hall commented on The captain let out a long bias his temper he swung around, rush­ of air and turned in anguish to ■ ing blindly into the mob in search ward the porthole. “ This is mj of his assailant. Two of the men thanks for making you a cor were playing catch with their poral. You fouled up again.” modeling clay. Screaming for or­ Warming to his subject, Cap der, Captain Williams seized the tain Williams stood up and leaned clay and dashed it to the floor. against the wall. “ These mer “ Oh, you make me so mad,” want recreation. So I give them! said a sergeant who threw his Old recreation. I give them dominos i Maid deck on the floor in imita­ Chinese checkers and wire puzzles tion of the captain. Others start­ And what is my thanks for all my ed impromptu fights, accidentally labor? Mutiny!” upsetting their own assigned He ran a finger along a large games. “ Oh, captain,” someone shouted, “ the dice have disap­ chart beside him which had been ruled off to represent the days of peared from the Monopoly game.” the month. “ Tomorrow is Tues­ But Captain Williams had al­ day, and I see by the schedule that ready rushed out onto the port it’s Community Singing Day.” deck, jabbering about a riot in the He turned his eyes to his assistant. rec hall and bread and water for “ How many men are in the hall everyone. It was at that time that now?” so many gaily colored boxes sailed out of the starboard portholes. A “ About three hundred, sir, million or so pieces of jig-saw playing cards again.” puzzles littered the floor when the “ Never mind what they’re do­ military police arrived. The last ing now. Tomorrow at this time reveler to be apprehended had they’ll be singing ‘The Old Oaken spent his recreation hour sawing Bucket’ and ‘Carry Me Back to handles off paint brushes. Old Virginy.’ Only tomorrow That evening after mess Cap­ we’ll let only fifty in at a time- tain Williams sat in his office, And I ’ll have ten MP’s to bet that belching and thoughtfully filing they sing or else. Now get out his nails. “ Well, what did you fifty Happy Time Song Books, and think of the little party we had we'll get things organized.” Hard to See Things

By WILLIAM J. PATTI SON

WAS reading the local gossip in isn’t it? ” he returned my sarcasm. *■* the hometown paper when I “ Look at it. Everything so neat heard a mess-kit rattling in the and tidy.” hall. I looked at my watch. Five We both looked out the window. minutes after twelve. Chow time. It was a clear day and you could I grabbed my mess-kit off the hook get a good view of the main part on the wall and went downstairs of Kassel, down in the valley about to the second floor. three miles away. [ I opened the door to Hank’s Bust up a bunch of bricks real j room and called out, “ C’mon. fine, toss ’em in a pile, cover ’em i Let’s go see what kind of slum with dirt and mud, and you ’ll have [ they’ve got.” a minature of what we saw. I Hank was sitting in front of a “ Yuh know,” Hank said, “ I ’ve j big table, writing a letter. He said, seen a lot of beat up towns over “0. K., just a minute.” He wrote here, but I believe this tops them a couple more lines, stood up, and all, except St. Lo, maybe. I feel stretched. down in the dumps every time I 4‘When are we going home, see it.” Alex I ” he asked. “ The folks ask His thin face seemed to lengthen every letter. You realize the war’s out as he talked: “ We were going been over two months already, and down the main drag yesterday, here we are planked smack down when we saw some old women put­ in the middle of Germany just like ting wreaths of flowers on top of we ’re gonna squat here for twenty a big pile of junk. Yuh know, one years?” of those cases where their kids J Beats me, Hank,” I answered, were buried underneath and they i *God, what I wouldn’t give to be couldn’t dig ’em out. Something back home again. I ’ve sure had like that kinda gets you. Know enough of this E. T*. O.” what I mean?” Then I started to kid him: “ But “ Forget it,” I said. “ They’re what you got to kick about? You Krauts, aren’t they? They asked never had it so good. Livin’ in a for it, didn’t they?” nice German apartment house, just He shook his head: “ I dunno, Rotta walk fifty yards for chow Alex. I can’t figure it all out.” that don’t cost you nothin*. And “ C ’mon, snap out of it,” I living right here in the suburbs urged. “ Let’s go down and eat.” of a big city.” We walked over to the pre-fab “Yes, quite a thriving city, building that the outfit was using mountains page 44 for a mess-hall, and dipped our And a big apple. A Deliciou I kits in the GI can full of hot water That surprised me. The arm I that was sitting outside along with must be trying to improve our mo: the garbage and wash cans. Some ale again, I thought, giving us of the guys were already through real apple instead of the usui eating and were coming out to wash little one. Just the way Mom use their things. to do when, as a kid, somethin | As I pulled my cup out of the made me bawl. God, that seeme boiling water, I noticed the bunch a long time ago. It had been of Kraut kids scrambling around, helluva while since anybody ha j picking off what was left on the given a damn how I felt. guys’ meat-cans as they came out A spoonful of jam landed on m I the door. Nothing new, but there meat. “ You jokers are doing were more of them than usual to­ damn good job of mixing ever ’ day. I looked ’em over. I saw one thing up,” I said. “ And I ju* of ’em about eleven years old slug love a slug of gooey spinach on m another little fellow about seven, spuds. Sure brings out the fh grab his arm and twist it until he vor.” dropped a slice of Spam that some The cooks were used to that so* GI had given him. The big fellow of thing. “ If you don’t like it, picked it up off the ground, one of them said, “ why don’t yo brushed a little sand from it and drive down to the corner dru stuffed it in his mouth. The little store and get yourself the blut one was crying to beat hell. plate special ? ’ ’ “ Look at those little rats,” I “ God, wouldn’t I like to,” said to Hank. “ Doesn’t it make thought. “ Sit up to a nice clea you sick ? A guy comes here feel- counter, with a lot of shiny glas* in fine, and he sees ’em scraping wear and stuff, and the smell c around in the garbage, and rubbin ’ real good food.” up against him, and then he can’t I thought about this as Han eat a thing. I ’d like to chase ’em and I walked to the back of th all away.” room to a table. “ Sure gets ole We turned and went in the front eating these GI meals,” I con door of the mess hall. Hank looked plained. “ We’ve had this sam at me. “ Remember, they’re hun­ meal a hundred times before. 0 gry,” he said. “ It keeps them top of that we gotta put up wit from starving, anyhow.” those kids. W hatta deal. ’ ’ ^ “ I don’t give a damn if the Hank didn’t say anything, whole works of them starve,” I could see he was taking the dee shot back at him. “ It isn’t my seriously. He’d been clea fault* so what’s it to me? I just through the war and hadn't foum want to go back where I belong.” out that you gotta close your eye We went inside, opened our to a lotta things if you ’re going t mess-kits, and started down the get by OK. I, for one, had dam serving line. First came the meat well learned to take care of myael and gravy, then a slug of mashed and let the rest of the world g potatoes, big lumps in them as us­ to hell. < ual. Next a spoonful of watery A couple of our buddies, Palme spinach right on top of the spuds. and Joey, came up, mess-kits Then the bread and butter, and the hand, and sat down beside n traditional canned peaches on the “ Look at those chow-hounds stov lid. ing it away,” Palmer wised of* mountaineer page 45

“ Yeah,” I came back, “ We around the corner to the wash cans. ! can’t resist these delicacies. By Hank walked ahead of me. About the way, did you guys see all those a dozen Kraut kids were still wait­ dirty little Krauts outside? Doesn’t ing around. Hank held his kit it give you a pain?” down so they could pick off what Joey appeared thoughtful. “ I was left of his meat, and poured | don’t reckon they hurt you too about half a canteen cup of cold damn much,” he said. “ Just one coffee into a tin pail one of them of those things. Next war we ’ll be was carrying. As they started to doing it back in the States. ’ ’ rush me I held my mess-kit up high “ That’s all right,” I said, “ I ’ll and said, 44Get outa here.” I I wait ’til that day comes. But as couldn’t back out on this deal now. for now, I just want to see one of The bigger ones tried to jump those little rats try to lift some­ up and reach the kit. I held it thing off my kit today when I walk higher. 44G’wan, beat it,” I said out of here. I ’ll slap the little after a minute, 441 didn’t come bastard down.” over here to feed you beggars. ” I Nobody had anything to say to walked over to the garbage can this. Hank looked kinda funny. with them jumping around me. But I didn’t care. I ’d been fed up Another kid, a clean little blond j with things lately. fellow about nine years old, was I picked up my apple. Didn’t standing by the can. get good ones like that very often in the ETO. I started polishing 44Hello, Yank,” he said, giving it with my sleeve, and thinking of me a big smile, 4 4 have you some the days—God, that seemed a long meat for me today, huh?” time ago—when I ’d peddled just That kinda stopped me for a that kind. Got a big truckload one minute, him speaking good Eng­ summer out in Washington and lish like that, just a little fellow. worked my way back to Minne­ But Hank and the other guys were apolis. right there. I brushed his hand “ Nice apples,” Palmer said, tos­ aside, and pounded my mess-kit sing his in the air and catching it. against the inside of the can. “ Yeah,” I replied, “ I usta sell 44Beat it,” I repeated. that kind. Made out pretty good All of a sudden that nice, smil­ with them, too. Would’ve done ing little boy didn’t look so nice even better, but gangs of kids were any more. 4 4 God damn mean always crawling up on the truck Yank,” he said, and hauled off and snitching some. Kids sure go and kicked me on the shins real for apples. I usta get a kick out hard. Then he took off like a P-47. of winding up and throwing a Well, you know what it feels like couple at them like I was mad. I when you get a good kick in the oever hit one; th at’s just part of shins. And me in a bad humor the game.” anyway. It made me blind mad. Hank didn’t feel like shooting I pulled that apple out of my the bull about apples. 4 4 Let’s go, ” pocket quick like and threw it at he said, “ Let’s wash these slum- him hard as I could. I buckets and get back. I gotta fin­ ish a letter.” It hit him on the shoulder, and spun him around. He staggered a There was a dead silence as we couple a steps and fell on his face. I stuffed our apples in our pockets, He got up, dirt all over, and looked land walked out the back door at me. page 46 mountainee |

Well, I felt kinda funny just I felt like a heel. The kid wa | then. I could still see that kid, still standing there watching me I a-running like he was just before I turned and went back into th I I hit him. Pink ears and little chow hall. neck. Blond hair sticking out and I saw Hank standing there as j flapping in the breeze. Just like went in. “Wait a minute,” I those other kids. called to him, “ I ’ll be right witlj But I ’d never knocked one of you.” Hank’8 got sense. H i them in the dirt. Guess I must didn’t say a word. have changed quite a bit — more “ I want a sandwich,” I said t< j than I’d thought. After you’ve one of the cooks. “ Big slice o , been tangled up in a war, i t ’s kinda meat in it. And, hey, how abou hard to see things like you usta. one of those apples!”

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% VINCENT GADBOW, junior New Mountaineers from Butte, comes to MSU by way A deft handling of the eye­ of Colorado College and three and witness technique by WALLACE a half years with the Marines in CHAPIN makes his “ Belsen” a China. i moving and thought-provoking reading experience. Wally is en­ WILLIAM SLAGER, graduate rolled in Social Science as a student in English, contributes to freshman. He is a native Mis- the Winter MOUNTAINEER his soulian. first translation, from Ruben Dario, Spanish poet. Bill, who Although this marks her debut hails from Butte, attended MSU in MOUNTAINEER, Mrs. MARY for two quarters during 1943-44 B. CLAPP, instructor in the De­ before going into the Navy. partment of English, has con­ tributed her verse for some years to various national magazines, among them “F rontier.” She has published a collection of poems— “And Then Remolded” —and ap- pears in the current “Montana IMargins/ 9

JACK DELANEY, Law major from Great Falls, draws freely from Army experience his satiric portrait of martinet vs. morale. Jack spent three years in Public Relations, chiefly on Tinian. PETE’S

Associate Professor of Sociology PAUL MEADOWS cuts through FER ♦everal layers of hysteria and con­ tusion in his timely analysis of the ‘Leagues of Frightened Men.” SHOP

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