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THE D E P AU \V M AGAZl l'\E The literary publication of DePauw University, Greencastle. Indiana. [ssuecl in the months of October. Decemher. \hrch, and May. Entered as second-class matter );'ovember 13. 1919, at the post office at Gr eencastle. Indiana. untlcr th t;> Act of ~~ arch 3, I 79. Yearly suiJscription SI.OO: :.in~le copies 35 cents. 1: /)I T 0 R S I· r ,,, llnr CFoRr." ::.~wc~o. E\111,\' M .\RI:->r. I I H.!' 'I Til AI. KEllY \lAkY P••R'f£R 1 ~1.11 \I\! Ill Tll.ll' \; 1{. \\'. PE~C£, .\fa110gi~rg Edllor F•11 IIRI ''· ~T \t'l' Jaml<> llrll. Jnhn Hruhn , l.y man ('Jp~·. \ tr ~11!1,1 l'nttinAharn, L e~t<·r Dolk, \ itwr \ ~n·ularh, Elmer l~u,taf ... ,,n, CedriC' Gran. Eli?ahrth llau~<.. j 11hn Lo •ckwt•od, l\l.rrgan•t \hey. Flmcncc ~1 di;w~he). Margaret r Mc l~;lllglH•), Dclore~ \!cib, I mngenc M u l ltn~. J an('t K efi, William Ongc, Josephine Overton, Bower Pennington, Mary Eli1ahcth Plummer. ll elcn Preston. Loui!'C? Quinn. Elranor Rauh. Alice Reeves. Doris Smith. (~. Herhert Smith. Nilln Stall, Richard \\'ad t>l. Volume VI MAY, 1925 Number 4 CONTENTS Belter Fi!ty Years of Henry .... Esther Greenwood F elt 3 Crossing the Rubicon .............. Annabelle McWethy 15 Listen ................................................... Portia Showalter 17 History Revised ............................ George B. Manhart 18 Poems . .... .. .. ............... .... ....... Lester Dolk 22 On Taking Note ~; . .................... Virginia Cottingham 23 Snow In April .. ........... .. ........ Ruth H. Troulmnn 24 Announcements 24 The Book Nook 25 Our Contributors Miss Esther Felt, winner of the Doubleday-Page--0. Henry Prize Contest in Short Story last year, and frequent contributor to the Magazine, graduates in June. Miss Annabelle McWethy is a member of the Junior Class. Miss Portia Showalter is a Sophomore. Dr. George B. Manhart is associate professor of history in DePauw. Mr. Lester Dolk, this year's winner of the Ed Hamilton Prize in poetry, is a member of the Junior Class. Miss Virginia Cottingham is a member of the Junior Class. Miss Ruth Troutman is a member of the class of 1927. Among our reviewers are Miss Kathryn Thompson, Miss Lenore Weber, Mr. Rundell Wood, and Miss Mary Lloyd Seniors; Mr. Cedric Gran, Mr. Edward Benson, Mr. Lester Dolk, Miss Ruth Briggs, Miss Helen Preston, Miss Florence McCaughey, Miss Mary Porter, Miss Louise Quinn-Juniors; Miss Elizabeth Tilden, Miss June Mull, Miss Mary Plummer, a nd 1\Iiss Margaret Wilder-Sophomot·es; and Mr. John Lockwood, .Miss J osephine Overton-Freshmen. THE DEPAUW MAGAZINE Volume VI May, 1925 Number 4 Better Fifty Years of Henry By Esther Greenwood Felt "I want to go to China," stormed Phyllis. "China!" gasped Henry. "Yes, China," snapped Phyllis aggressively. Henry de- cided to change hiH tone. "Ah, yes, China,'' he said soothingly. There was a pause. The warm afternoon sunlight of a late June day filtered onto the Horton's side porch, on Phyllis belligerently rock ing her knees on the steps, on Henry giving bewildered but lazy pushes to the swing. "Well, why don't you go to China?" he drawled tentatively. "Why don't I go! Henry Clay Webster! ! Huh! F'at chance I have with Mama and Dad chewing nails at the sight of-of tea, even," and she poked an ink-smeared fist under a despondent chin. Henry stopped shoving abruptly. This 'WCl8 a tempest in the teapot. "How come the grimy signs of toil?" Henry tried the p:~ycho l ogy of changing the subject. "Letters." "Oh, yes. What about?" 11China !" That wasn't the' right psychology evidently. Henry felt aggrieved. He appraised the tiny red roses climbing up the trellis of the side porch, the cool shadow, the stubborn chin and tawny red hair on the steps, and then the long s unny stretch of lawn he would have to cross for refuge, the hPdge he would have to jump-and settled re~ ign edly back. 1 ' Well, Phylli s Edgington Horton, why the big China craze anyhow?" Phyllis ceased the injured chewing of an inl<y thumb. The light of conquest was in her eye. Henry ga\'e a harder shove. "Say, listen, Ha nk, you've got lo get me oul of this. Auntie Flo's in Canada, and I wouldn't nRk Ted Warren or C'urly or any of the fellows here to do anything for me. And I'm going to China." "Go slow, young lady," he protested. "The last time I hel ped you I got in Dutch wit h your family. Don't thin k they're quite over it yet." 4 The DePauw Afagazine uwel!, t hat expedition1 of tenement children down to the farm didn't work out very well." She giggled. "Dad says the place hasn't recovered since. Gee, they had fun. But now this is different. And besides you're the only one in this-this disgusting town t hat I could ask." Henry grunted to himself. Sort of last resort, was he! Sometimes the frank, brother-assumption went a bit far. Just because he'd taught her evet·ything from fishing with a pin to how to manage her expense accounts when she went away to college was no sign he didn't have any feeling. She'd always been like that, though. She carne to the University when he was a senior naturally deserving re spect. With friendly condescensions he asked her for a few "I'll Show You The Town" dates, which she accepted casual ly as a matter of course. He flun g sarcastid witticisms at her the fi rst time she told him he could take her to Sunday morning breakfast.-"Sorry !" he said. "Busy before and after for a week."-and never called again. Not t hat it made any difference to her. If she got in a fix-she had a genius for trouble, a flair for the undoable or was lonesome or had to have money in a hurry, she'd call him up and make him solve her problems immediately. He grinned at the memory of that impudent voice over the wire. "Say, Hank, I'm in an awful mess. Meet me at the Wigwam, won't you, right away. Thanks awfully.'' This was t he first time she'd asked him anything, though, since that catacJysmic descent of the tenement kids upon her Dad's farm early in May. It had been Phyllis' na ive idea to combine a house-party and a sociological experiment during the spring vacation. Lord only knew what this was going to be. For her own gake--. Henry sighed, regretfu1ly got out of the swing, and sat down beside Phyllis. "All right, Pepper-pot, shoot," he sighted gustily. The flood broke. "Sometimes I just hate this town. The only nice thing about it is that it's close to the city. Oh, of course, t here are a lot of nice folks-your family and mine and Andrews and Moores and t hat bunch, but they're middle-aged. The only young people are either still in high school or else married. Elsie and Marg and Linda and I used to be such good friends, but gosh, all they talk about now is husbands and salads I I get so sick of salads. "And there's nothing for me to do. Good night, I want to work. Here am I, a college graduate, with a perfectly good diploma and not a thing to do with it around here. Betttr Fifty Ytars of Henry 5 "These darned old teacher's licenses! Wouldn't have one! Why, if I had taken as much education as this state requires, I'd still be going to school, unless I bad dropped Soc. or Philosophy last year and, my heavens, they will do me a lot more good than any dumb "Methods of Teaching"! I did take five hours of Psych. under Stokes, but it was such a bore I quit second semester. "So now, unless I go to normal, 1 can't teach. And I want to. I've got it all figured out that the best way to advance civilization is by education, and what I know is what people need most. Dad could get me a pull here, but the Soc. department is stocked for the next ten years, and besides I wouldn't want to work under Simple Simon Snod grass. He's mossy, he's so old. "Or I could go out west, but what they want is English Lit., and Geography and Arithmetic. I didn't care much when Mama said she guessed not. "Well, I knew when I came home after Commencement I'd probably wither away of boredom if I didn't make some plans quick. I wrote to Jane and told her alt about it. "You remember Jane, don't you? She lives in California; !~pent Christmas with me last year. But you were in Wash in gton then, weren't you? Anyway, s he's just a peach and always doing something. "Day before yesterday-Sunday-! had a special from her. She's going to China and she wants me to go along. She says there's a wonderful field in China. They need teachers horribly and nobody see m ~ to be applying for the thingR I can t each-Sociology, you know, and Social Phil· o~ophy and P l-lychology of International Relali onsh ip~ and Modern Tendencies as Seen in Current EYents, and things like t hat." Henry C1ay made an undignified sound that in its feminine form would have been a sniff.