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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 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. He haRlily dug for a cigar ette to cover it. Good lord, to turn this flood of twenty-one year old informed ignorance on those Chinks! No doubt Rhe could get something across with all that enthusia8m, but- " and she said she could easily get me a position in the school she was going to be in, she was posith·e be cause her uncle was a trustee or something. "But when I told Mama and Dad about it they-" The torrent of words stopped with a crash. Phyllis angrily stared down and upstart rose nodding in her face. "I was disappointed in them," she judged her respectable parents. Henry sympathetically thr ew away hi s cigarette. Obvi- 6 The DePauw Afagazirze ously, the sympathy was for Phyllis. "You know they take everything as a huge joke, even me. They're just loads of fun most of t he time; everybody from school was crazy about t hem, but it does get on my nerves sometimes to have them laugh at me. I thought this wa:s s uch a marvelously serious thing that they would be sensible. "I carne tearing down stairs waiving the letter just as soon as they got back from church. Meanwhile I'd written Jane, of course ~ that I'd probably sail with her in August. ".Mama was standing by the table pulling off her gloves. She hates to wear gloves in summer time, but it would be sacriligious to go to church without them. " 'Marna, I'm going to China!' " 'You're what?' " 'I'm going to China to teach school. It's the most astounding opportunity for uplift work and Jane Phelps is going to get me a position.' "Just then Dad came in. Mama looked at hjm warningly; serious, the way she is when she wants to laugh and thinks she shouldn't. "'William, your daughter is going to China.' "Daddy beamed his best Rotary smile at her. 'Amelia, when I was twenty-one I wanted to go to China. Well, little girl, why the Orient this time?' "Henry, I almost gave t hem up then. The other times were different. I really mean it now. But I was stm com posed and forbearing. "'You see,' I said sweetly, 'I've decided that my life work is social welfare t hrough education-' "'We may as well sit down, my dear,' said father, taking the easiest chir . There they sat, as solemn as if I were a visitor from Mars and j ust about a s convinced. That's the way they used to look when I told them I'd seen an elephant walking down the street with a tiger. It's always irritated me profoundly. "Anyhow, I told them all about everything. I made a mi !-i takc in being enthusiastic over Chinese children. They make fun of me when I'm excited. They alway do. But I was in dead earnest. Dad looked more like Humpty-Dump ty than ever, t hough his eyebrows kept twitching. Why, Henry, I think he'd laugh if 1 said I wanted to co mmi t 8U! cide. I got madder and madder. " 'And that's why I'm going to Chi na,' I finished trium· phantly. "Papa snorted. "Mama looked as if she'd forgotten to turn her curling Better f'ifty Years of Henry 7 iron off, astonished about the eyes and wrinkled about the nose. "Nobody said anything. "'Isn't it a fine idea?' I suggested tentatively. "Such a delightful idea,' sighed Mama. " 'Most commendable,' pronounced Dad. " 'William, I can't understand it. My fami1y didn't have such ideas. It's the Youth Movement.' "'Amelia, my dear, have you forgotten your sea-faring uncle? I'm sure she gets it from you.' "Mama beamed at him and then turned to me. 'But if you want to start uplifting, why don't you choose nearer fields. Your father and I would love to have you spend the week-ends with us.' " 'Why, sure we would even enjoy being uplifted our selves. There's t hat matter of: giving money to Blind Ike. I'd be glad to be converted to the belief that charity is an evil if you'd consider the parental refuge.' "'Oh, but you don't understand l I want to get in touch with people, real people, different people.' "Mama looked inspired, then-well, she giggled, Henry, actually giggled. 'You might marry the janitor. He's real and different, and he has three children that could stand up lift, if not just a li ttle soap and water. I've always been fond of that janitor.' 11 'Mama! I won't be treated like a child. I won't be made fun of. I want with all my heart to go to China and you're ridiculing me. I tell you you don't understand how serious I am. You'll-you'll see!" and I marched out of that room. I was so mad I was crying. Fancy being treated like a two year old when I'm twenty-one. They have always been that way. Can't they see I'm grown-up? Dad's as bad as when he used to go off into paroxysms watching me try to stand on my head. And I won't stand for it. "That's how it is, Henry. It isn't as if they said no and set their foot down. I could manage that. But I've got to make 'em want me to go to China. See?" and the tawny copper head nodded belligerently at Henry. Henry privately decided woman's place was in-well, not in China. Mr. and Mrs. Horton had the right of it there. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" It was an appeal the defiant voice t ried td drown, a call for help the pleading eyes failed to mask. Henry felt the inevitable masculine response to appealing feminine helplessness. The idiot! The silly cheeky little idiot! "Do about it? Keep you here-er-for the time be- I The DePauw M aga:ine ing, of course. No need to antagonize them needlessly. You might murder the cook or break into the bank so they'd bave to get you out of the country immediately." There was tenderness beneath the bantering tone. Suppose she reaiJ y did go to China-! "Henry, please be serious. I'm depending on you." Henry privately thought t he situation was too dangerous to be serious about it. "Well , there is the janitor. You could at least t hreaten to marry him. He's sufficiently low in the social sca le and so totally indesirable they would probably jump at the chance to ship you off immediately." Phyllis petulantly broke off the rose beside her. "I s hould say undesirable and impossible ! It's a good idea but--I wouldn't-there's no one-Oh, Henry, I'll fall in love with you!" "With me?" Undesirable and impossible ! Henry got red. "Thank you." Phyllis excitedly developed the idea. "Oh, yes, I'm sure t hey wquldn't like it. Remember the summer before you went away to coJiege? How furious Dad was when we tried to be engaged ? And how Mother took me to Atlantic City right away? And besides Mother has always said she wanted me to marry some poor ambitious young man so I'd get the thrill of helping him climb up as she did, and you've got money now. And she thinks I treat you too much like a brother. "You should be more kind and polite to him," !-i he says. That's parental subtlety for distant! A11d Dad thinks your bank is too radical. And you're a Democrat and a Presbyterian and haven't started your Masonic work yet and refused to be on the Junior Chamber of Commerce and beat Dad's reco rd a t golf and- Oh, I'm sure you'd do, Henry. It's so nice of you to offer." Her eyes flamed up at him; the late sun made ruddy co~ per of her ha.ir. Henry privately thought it t he most beau tiful hair in the world, t hought he had long ago discovered the futility of telling it to Phyllis. But if he were to pre tend to fall in love with her, as she suggested-a great in spiration came to him. Cocky little devil, there were a lot of things she'd have to stand for. And there was a chance that she might alter her China plans. She had been known to change her mind. A chance to out-Phy1lis Phillis! "Thank you, Queen Elizabeth for using my coat," he bowed with mock gravity. After dinner from his side the hedge, Henry smoked a cigarette at the new moon and marshalled his plans. The most obvious way was to be nice to the family. They always Better Fifty Years of H enry 9 did that in books, and Henry had discovered for himself that it had its points. But H01·tons, darn it, were good friends of his already. Mrs. Horton was always having him orer for dinner or to fix the radio or make a fourth at bridge. And Mr. Horton-well, if Phyllis mistook their heated arguments fo r unfriendliness she didn't know her Dad. The better Bill Horton liked a man the more he razzed him; if he didn't like him he kept still about it. To his mind, Phyllis didn't quite get her folks. They were probably worried sick about the whole thing and h·y ing to laugh her out of it. Oh, the family ·was safe enough. But Phylli -Phylli':i was an unknown quantity. Pure nerve and bluff would have to carry him through that part of the game. Stubborn little idiot! It would be pretty low if he didn't love her. She might just as well fall in love with him as anyone; bet ter, because he could occasionally get around that stubborn ness, which was more than anyone else had been known to do. And she-well, Henry decided not to calculate that member of the family. She liked him ; that was the handicap. So Henry phoned at ten every morning, and Henry took Phyflis to lunch, and Henry quite casually happening< in at the hardware store several noons insisted on showing Mr. Horton a dandy new restuarant, and Henry spent two free Saturday afternoons with Mrs. Horton on a curio hunt while Phyllis and Mr. Horton played golf, and Henry brought Phyllis a Boston bull pup promptly christened Hong Kong and called Peter, and Henry in general became indispensable to the Horton family. At first Phyllis forgot to look down when Henry's name was mentioned, to race eagerly fo r the telephone, to intro duce him with seeming artlessness into the conversation. He had been a matter of fact so long it was hard to get used to him as a special occasion. But presently it seemed the natural thing to listen for his whistle in t he evening and to look forward to the morning calls. She caught herself counting on them. One golden dusk she was waiting on the ~i de porch for Henry to co me over. She leaned her head against the post and dreamily watched the sky fade from orange to apple $lTeen , from apple-green lo lavender and then into mi:'ty blue. An odd happy feeling crept o\'er her, a brooding reverie into which ~ he fell often of late. The James twins skated by and waved. She smiled. Farmington wa!' a nice little town and pretty, if it was antique. The new hill <1ddition where Linda and Paul had built was darling. Lind 10 The DePauw Magazine knew how to make a tiny house clever-looking, too! "But why does she have to confide in me all the time about her salads," Phyllis exploded to herself. She wasn't going to become a mental slave to house-keeping when she got mar ried. Howsomever, Henry had liked Lind's salad last time, and he was mighty fussy. Pretty nice, most of the time, though. Phyllis nodded at the house beyond the shadowy hedge. She liked being with him a lot again. He had such satisfactory ideas about things. He'd sure be president of the bank soon. Dad was wrong there. And he was sensible! Why, that house he'd told her about was adorable, especially after he had changed the kitchen from blue and white to gray and yellow. She'd almost come back from China and take it away from him! But he needn't suggest she'd stay home just for a house, even to wear jonquil smocks in a gray and yellow kitchen. She guessed she put a sudden end to that idea all right! Only-Chinese children probably wouldn't like jonquil smocks. "I must teach them some American cooking so they won't ruin their husband's digestions. That's very import ant in a stable government, to have the people well-fed. Henry will have to help me plan-"Oh, hi, Hank!" So the days went by, and t he moon got rounder and whit er, and China got farther and farther away. Twice Phyllis caught herself blushing when her Dad teased about Henry. "Of course, that's a fine way to make 'em think I'm in-to fool t hem," she reasoned disgustedly with herself. "But, gee, there's no sense getting silly about it. Henry doesn't mind, thank heaven. He's a mighty good sport. Reckon I'd better not talk about him so much; that good work is done. And maybe he'd better not come over tomorrow night." Henry took the educational absence idea calmly, quite calmly. Phyllis was surprised; she was even provoked. "You'd think I bored him !" So when later in the evening he ca1-mally suggested a week-end at his uncle's farm she said no with vigor. "Really, Henry, we're not in love-and, well, thai's just not the sort of thing people do unless they are. There's plenty of talk now. And we might possibly get tired of each other. you know." Henry hurried home. Not to talk about him seemed strangely hard; she caught hi s name back Heveral times, flu shed, and bit her tongue angrily. Mr. and Mrs. Horton exchanger meaning glances. The evening alone was surprisingly long. Somehow she cou ldn't seem to settle down to the letters she had planned; for an hour she punched holes in her blotter and made big - I Btlltr Fifty Ytars of Hmry 11 H. C. W's over her stationery box. Then she wandered down to the front porch and sat on the steps. The family was surprised and annoying. "No, Dad, Henry's not coming this evening. No, I feel just fine. No, we haven't quarreled or anything silly like that. Why, don't you and Mother go riding. Don't mind me. I'd love to stay here. Really!" She watched them drive off moodily. She felt funny. Early in June she was always hankering for some diverting way to pass the long summer evenings. Now she was con tent to sit at home and watch the stars! A big twinkly one hung over Henry's house. Funny how Henry liked stars. She wouldn't have dreamed it of him. That was a new development. There were a lot of changes about him and the way he did things. Henry was not always Henry any more, but a calm, possessed young man who suggested pow er. She needn't have been so nasty about the week-end trip--but then he took it peaceably. Too darn peaceably. Just t he same she liked Hank; she dismissed all bodings scornfully to the night. She'd trust him with most any secret. And he understood her so well and all about China. "! think I've really grown up since Commencement. I think that's why I'm not so childish , demanding something to do all the time. It's t h e responsibilities of teaching and the Chinese children. Will they be dirty? Wouldn't it be terrible if I didn't get with Jane? Henry says teaching is very hard. 1 wonder what he's doing. I wonder what Mama and Dad think. It's almost not fair to them. But I don't care! I want to go to China-and besides it's a good leRson to them to take me seriously." The next evening when Henry came over Phyllis jubilant ly reported progress. "Hank! It's working. It's almost worked!" Henry privately hoped to heaven it had. "What makes you think so?" "You see, I went to bed early last night and left my door open for air. When Mama and Dad came in they talked a minute in the hall while Dad wound up the clock. '1 don't know what to think about Phylli B and Henry. I can't tell what she's going to do next,' said Mama in a really worried tone of voice. And don't think 1 didn't listen. l:)ecau-.e 1 did. "'Well, there's nothing to worry about yet ,' Dad wao::. ::ort of purposedly absent-minded, as if he were trying to make Mama say something more. "'That's just it. There's nothing definite: I can't be sure. Henry is-well, you know Henry, William. And 12 The DePauw ~lagazine Phyllis is grown-up, not my little girl any more. I can't talk to her. ·w miam, it would be such a responsibility off my shoulders. I just can't seem to manage. Oh, the more I see of children the less capable I feel to bring one up.' " 'Here, here, Amy, you're not to wony about this.' Dad immediately got protecting. '1 tell you, we'll ~end her away on a visit some place and see what that'll do. Maybe China!' And he laughed a sort of shaky laugh, it seemed to me. " '1 hate to say it, but really it seems the on ly solut ion to that problem,' Mama said slowly, 'and I do think it's the happies+; way for her.' "So you see, Hepry! And do you know what I think? I think it's time to st rike." Henry promptly got out a match. He wondered how much of his inter-linear deductions were right. "Sure they're suffi ciently impressed with my dangerous proximity?" " Doesn't t hat sound like it? I can just see Dad when you start 'May I-.' Gee, Henry, I'm scared. Let's hurry up !" ''All right! On to the sla ughter! But, say, Phil, there's something I'd like to tell you fi rst. 1-" "Nothing could be importa nt now! Oh, let's get this over wit h. " "You might possibly change your mind if-" "Change my mind ! Come on, Henry. You can tell me later." "All right. Now or never, t hen," said Henry explosively. Phyllis had an immediate vision of that pass-port to Cbina; somehow its charm had diminished. "Don't be surprised at a nything." Henry was grim. At t he t ime she t hought him sententious. Later she remem bered. Mr. and Mrs. Horton were on the front porch discussing politics national a nd connubial. The arm Henry put around Phylli s was not fraternally frigid. Nor was Henry's voice uncertain. He was a man wit h a purpose-his own purpose. "Mr. Horton, I want to marry your daughter. She has consented to let me ask you for your permission.'' Phyllis looked up, stat·tled. He needn't sound quite so determined; they might possibly be cowed into compromise, and that would be fatal to China l Tensely she watched her parents. Mrs. Horton was clu tching t he back of her chair. "Then-" she said and choked and beamed at Henry, a frank teary smile of relieved happiness. Mr. Horton too was look· ing hard at Henry, a long silent measure. Then, he heartily shook Henry's free hand. His eyes were serious, though Better Fifty Years of Hmry 13 the wrinkles about his mouth deepened. "I congratulate you Henry," he sa id. " I'm glad to see perseverance \Yin over coeducation ambition. She's a stubborn young lady!'' Phyllis subconsciously stiffened at the challenge. But she was bewildered. What was wrong? Were they con senting? Didn't they mind? She pinched Henry. "Say something quick," she whis pered. He did. "1-I'Ye looked forward to this longer than even Phylii has known, I guess." She stared. Wasn't he taken back too? He didn't look even shocked! 1\lrs. Horton made damp little dabs at them. 'Tm o glad, so glad. I've always wanted it." Thi was betrayal-from her mother-treason to all tho 'e years of opposition to Henry. And her Dad-! \\'hat had happened to them'? Henry had probably-. Phyllis, injured and furious, tried to wrench herself free. "Henry, tell them!" she commanded. "I've a lot in the Hill addition and we've planned the house already," he told them. "But, :\lather, you don't want-," she wailed. ''And I'm to ha \'e charge of the new sa\'ing campaign al the bank," he covered the wronged cry up quickly. ''E,·en Phyllis didn't know that." Phyllis stamped her foot; there were entirely too many things she didn't know. But nobody heard it, unless that was why Henry manou,·ered them out on the side porch ~o quickly. "So that's your t rick," Phyllis accused him hotly. "If you think you can treat me like t hat-" ''Treat you like that'? Why, Phil, I did just what you asked me to. Are you-sorry'?" Hi voice, low and quiet, seemed almost fatherly to Phyllis, in spite of its hesitating question. The charms of China increased enormously. Phyllis seized a firm hold on her anger. "You didn't do just what I asked you." Had she told him to talk about a house and lot? Bad she told him to batter down their oppo sition with Frankenstein firmness? He hadn't tried to du anything! Henry tried to protest, but she rushed on unheedingly; then he watched her calmly, patient ly, infuriatingly. She railed and stormed and grew breathless with fury at his reasoning silence. "You could have done something, you know you could. You always can! Oh, it was a nasty mean trick and I hate you for it!" Henry's voice was as patient and controlled as his silence 14 The DePauw Mataline had been, though his lips were dry. "Listen here, Phyllis, I'm sorry you don't like the way things turned out because I sort of-well-and besides, )IOU figured it all out." "Yes, and you ruined it! Oh, you never do the right things." "You told me yourself. What else could I have done? You said propose and I did, best I knew how." His reasons were orderly and clear; his phrases offensively accurate. She hated him I "It's fate Phyllis," he was saying to her through the shadow. "Put away that wild idea about China. I couldn't help hoping you would, all along. It's big-hearted of you-but, dear, would you really be sorry?" Phyllis' mind was a maze of angry whirling phrases and accusing thoughts, which all turned back on herself. She opened her mouth and shut it, started again to speak and clicked her teeth upon t he words. Cold old logician I Stand ing there calmly, as if he hadn't tricked her, hadn't wrecked her whole life! He'd been hoping, had he! He was an un feeling brute. She was utterly impotent against that com posed logic. Oh, it was bad enough to be defeated, but to have Henry saying it was her fault-! And she was help. less! "Perhaps you'll Jet me tell ycu now what I wanted to say-" "I never want to see you again. Please go." Henry stared down at her in bewilderment. What more did she want? Stubborn lovable little idiot! If she kept this Ul}-well, he wouldn't dangle any longer.-She had a beautiful chin, and just one thing would take away that ugly line. He turned suddenly, decisively. "Goodnight." His stride was determined; his shoulders resolute. Phyllis felt her heart tighten. Was he going? Wasn't he going to say he was sorry, or-or anything? Maybe she hadn't-maybe he didn't-. It was a trick. But he had been wonderful and it wasn't his fault entirely. The family had given in without warning when they didn't expect it at all- and besides-he'd never come back and he was almost to the hedge. The charms of China disappeared forever. "Henry!" The moon shone wanly but fondly down on the side porch. Phyllis lifted her head. "Besides, Henry, I didn't really want to go to China-any more. So I did get my own way." And Henry smiled a wise and benjgn smile at the moon. Crossing the Rubicon By Annabelle McWethy Yesterday when I was in the process of giving my desk its spring house-cleaning I unearthed a dusty manuscript of some fo rty pages in which I had done my best to lay the ghost of the wretch \Vho wrote those endle- "Gallic War" stories. I had plotted against him, threatened him, plunged a trrannicide's blade into the center of his egoti~m. hypo critically eulogized his remains, and consigned hjm to the bowels of the earth. He probably shrugged his shoulders to show his absolute nonchalance towards this carter brained infant- and the Associated Press cabled news of a small earthquake on the Italian peninsula. After a year of "veni, vidi, viciing" over "omnia Gallia" of the famous "tres partes'' with Ceasar and his dauntles£; miles, militis," under the tutelage of a militant lady with a wart, I began to understand the decline and fall of the Ro man Empire. Poor Roman citizens trying to keep up the maddening pace of the Ceasars with toga flapping like loosened sails around their ankles, retarding their progress. It was too much for them. Like Samson, with their last spurt of strength, they grasped the pillars of State and brought down upon their heads the bricks stamped with the names of their i11ustrious forefathers. Crowned heads, all of them-in an inelegant sense of the word. 1 should have a grudge against Ceasar. Certainly I have just cause for detesting the very name. Not only did he keep my name from the high school honor roll on two sepa rate occasions, but he made me do penance-the declension of ''hie, haec, hoc" written one hundred time without error-for an inky smudge t hat mysteriously appeared in the region of his grey marble nose. But I have only re\'er cnce for a man who could persevere through a campaign of ablative absolutes only to die at the hands of a friend who had only t he "best intentions in the world'' as his motive. And-like the forgiving student naming his first novel after the professor who had flunked him- 1 am now come to lay my laurel wreat h upon the restless remains of one who has involuntarily thwarted me upon no less than three occasions. I am about to claim fo r my forgiven malefactor, Julius 16 The DePauw Magazine Caesar, a new honor. Not that he has asked this title. It is a votive offering, which if refused a third time my per severance wiJJ yet offer again a fourth. How sounds it? Julius Caesar, the world's greatest military leader (I have plagiarized this phrase from the lady of the wart), the ori ginator of the Julian calendar, the author of that famous book of memoirs, and father of the novel. Students of literature will undoubtedly gasp at my au dacity in thus conferring an honor, which is not mine to confer, and which, in their eyes, must appear a foolish bit of mimicry. But I shall here endeavor to exhibit the reason back of my seeming madness. Ask any of your acquaintances to name three rivers. Nine times out of ten you'll hear, "The Delaware, the Rubicon, and the Styx." Washington made the Delaware immemor able by his crossing. Caesar 's daring plunge into the waters of the Rubicon brought its name into the atlas. Anyone can cross the Styx if he has but a silver piece closing each eye. The Styx tells its own tale-or rather, like t he Sphinx, draws interest by its mysterious silence. But back to t he Rubicon-there lies Caesar's latest claim, protected and pursued by me. A great decision to be made. A restless mind, a pawing steed. Spurs against the twitch ing flanks. "The die is cast!" mutters a determined voice. (Even in those days civilization was not free from vice.) Radio could not have spread more effectively the words spoken on that occasion-and, from that moment to this, countless millions of perplexed souls have hesitated before plunging into their Rubicons. I once knew the exact date of the publication of the fi rst novel. After successfully passing a "lit" exam I have for· gotten it. Was it Defoe's Robinson Crusoe? No matter. Every novel that has ever come into my hands has dealt with the casting of a die, and the crossing of a Rubicon-wheth er or nob it was thus stated. The hero has progressed rather slowly through a series of trying events. The climax has been reached. What to do! The author smiles com placently, settles back into his chair, scribbles off a line or two about casting clice, and then the hero is ready to under· take the momentous crossing of his particular Rubicon. Even Meredith, that master of unique phraseology, admits the superiority of his Latin predecessor, and helps to make trite a once priceless expression. To the man who can write a novel without a single crossing of a Rubicon- but, why Crossing the Rubicon 17 offer . uch reward? For e\'ery drama its climax, for ever y no,·el its Rubicon. That's why 1 maintain Caesar' been slighted all these year:;. An impo ·tor has claimed his rightful place in the realm of literature. l ha\'e had courage to come forth and ex pre;:- m~· ,·iews at Ia t. " My die is ca t !" I have cro ·~ed the Rubicon and I cannot turn back until I haYe proved my point, that Julius Cacgar· is the fathet· of the no,·el. LISTEN ! By Portia Showalter Li, ten! 'ltss my ear decei\•es There must be fairies walking on the eaves. Hear ! t hey're ruslling t hrough the lea Yes L isten ! P er haps they've harnessed up the bees, And are flying through t he trees Just for fun And a. r un I n the cool evening breeze. Listen! they're closer now! They've made a teetor on the apple bow! There! against the window-pane ! Oh, shaw ! Its just a fi ne spring rain ! History Revised By George B. Manhart For thousands of years men have been writing and re writing History. New facts regarding the past are fre quently discovered, and even more frequently new interpre tations are made of familiat· facts. I submit herewith some of these revisions of History that I have discovered in the examination papers of students in my classes during the past several years, covering the fields of Medieval and Mod ern European History. Concerning the development of the early Christian Church, I learn that "during the Roman Empire Chr.ist was born near Jerusalem in Palestine (now Arabia). Had the empire not been overthrown Christ as a follower in the line of David would have been an heir to the throne." As to the explanation of its rapid spread I discover that Christianity "was a religion of disillusionment, and offered salvation to a society badly in need of the which." Soon theological con troversy developed, and the heretic Arius taught "that God was horned like any other person.'' On the difficult question of the development of the papacy I have a considerable amount of new material tO' present. The beginning of the papacy, I learn, "was the belief of Aristotle when he said •man s hou ld be himself' or preached in his philosophy that too much time was spent by the individual in worshipping things other than Christ." Many of my students have fol· lowed the more traditional view that St. Peter was the founder of that institution. Peter is quoted as saying "on this rock I shall build my church.'' "That Peter had the keys to heaven and let loose all good things on earth" seems clear enough; but whether he took the keys along to heaven or left them "in Rome to be taken care of by the popes to follow him" is not so clear. That the keys remained in Peter's family seems certain, however,, in view of the fre quent statements that the popes are descendants of Peter, or t he converse, that later popes "trace t heir ancestry from Peter." I have new evidence too on the early development of mon asticism. It developed-and this I learned from a senior out of the principles of "asceticism and agnosticism." As ceticism, I learn, means "the complete going without the necessary needs of life." In t he days of confusion during - I nu ...... ~, -..V' R~·• ,. , ...- ~ -· the ba!'.... s ::- .3!: t::-:-a.£:c:::.s !!:a=.-;- -:~~:.: ··c~,·ecl to ~ h? rn'-'r. aster.~~ : or ru..:._~ :· T:-.e ~;:lb~ o:· - b~ :lur.n.;r~~~ :~ \:c~u ly indiea'~ by :!:..: s:a:c:::.:::.: ;:ha· ··o.e .: o ~~ :r.:$ s \\' Or:: ln ·~ l'nlY ~a!va:: .. :-. ~a3 :::.:1!7'". ..?..~~. a::c ~a::y a ~l.:c r.ad ~:: \\T~~c-d becau~e o: :r.... A:::. c::~ :::cri.:e,-ai rr. o::~:!c ordcl'5 w.;n~ tht> "Ep.c·..:.re2'"~. 5-: o..c~. a::d :r.e Pro:c .5 :a ::. : ~:· Beil,rt> l.; sqn~ the C!::;:-ch :: :::::.;!:: b.c c: o::a:::.: to r,.):.; some "'t the s.a~r:.~ r; .. ~~ .; , ~ ·.~ '""' \·~ s.:~..·et~t - ment'.... , r-. a·..:.·-,..,...a:.··.-•• ....·- - u...... _. ... ,... ·. o •..-'Iii;·.. .., ... 'Iii; 'li;:Jr,\. ..!:-~...,._,r.c'"'!l"v • ... .. ••• • ed onc~"54~i: rC.::C.::· ··~::,.-:,;ura. : Hm:· ·· cor0:1:l~!on. " "l'on cilia:: ~ r:. :· .. sa r:.~ ::i~a :_or.... "ur.:c:!or.... ··ordanl'e." .. ~~·~tei~ ar.~..~ .. ar:. · "nc::: Sci).::-:':.er." 5.3 o;\ell a5 "babt:5rn," " ba~l5m ." ·· bat.~p:'!':.,. ··oa·: ::::.. '!!1.. a!:d ··'~ab:.--::5rr::· I r.a·:t: ~:..::.- a :.:::e : r.a: is n~·;v -co add aixlu: ~h~ c~uly him;r:: ~ = E r.~:a!'.d. Tr:e Ail~~~~ a:id Sax ..~r."5 :.l$ r.cy c?NcrC~..i the :s~a:.d dr~·:e : ~.e ::.a'::·;a BriL!'.5 :m' "Whale:.." L!\t er they c:·."1ced :::e .a::d ~t'.~- "5cXc?3 ... s·~ch as W c?~~ex. S m- .: ~x and £,~~x. I ha•·e a:';\'a\·~ :':'.ou::·~, ~= \\ tU:~m ':!;~ C'-1nquer or a~ a roo~ : s;;~";·~:in g per~o:-.a::~y . bu nowht>re e!~e haw l seen .;;.o g-rapr.:c a dt:~cr.p~:on ci hun as ht~'· W illi3:1\ wa.:. a 2race:u! appear.r.g tr~a::. w~: h dar~ nr.e cu iea~ure.:. He? wa' lar-er d:an he a\·~ra!:e man wi h a \!nm d~ ernnne-d look 1!1 'r.~i> e••e. . . . he would ear too~e \~-i h a hurn~!111 ~ likt: ra , ~ ar.d. ";\l'ec:.. hi5 ve::creance unre\entle:;.:.ly ... H i:--.or;ar.~ have b~n Lng in he ha"Qn oi thinkinl! l)t Char:emagr:e a~ a real hb ot·ical ~rsonage. but I haw re cemh· .earned ;;tat "there i~ no certam truth o: Chlrle macne·' b!r h. but i~ is tr.ough oi a~ in ht> year 7 -l:! ." H·~ appearance mu:; ha\·e been almo~ as strikmg a.:. •ha: of Wilham the Conqueror. a5 ''he \\ Ore a lon~ no.:.e. l:g"h han· and \vltlmg di'po5ition:· And again he "de~ p1s~d t~,r~t~n cu::-toms, and only twice wa ~ he cauqht drt''$t:d m tht>'1t." The great e\'en of his career was, of cour.:.e. h1~ "ilh.'t'f'1.\· tion." when he ·•,vas co rnated" by the pope wh 1l~ he w 'i$ '·nealing at the alter." Feudalism has always pro\·ed a difficult. though ,.~?ry m tere~ting and important ubject. and anyont- who can \\l'Ht' a clear description of that institution will make 1\ ,·nluabk contribution to hi torical knowledge. I fear that my $tU· dent- ha\'e added only a little on that subject. Th~ h.mt ''s:: supported by his "surfs" or" erph ~ ." or by the "pht'S$31\t$ ... When the vassal owed his lord some money "it mt~ht a }$0 be paid in kine." When the daughter of a feudal n~..)blt'm A n was married the "vassals were to furnish e,· ~rything f~\r the feast and also a diary for the daughter ... b~su~~ th ~ boy didn't want just the girl." Turning to the period of the P rotestant Re formati~,n. Wt' 20 The DePauw Magazine :find it necessary to understa11d how Charles V built up so g reat an empire as he held. What more lucid explanation than this could be asked-"The possessions of Ferdi nand and Isabella went to Charles V as a resul t of lhe marriage of his fa ther Philip to their daug hter J oanna, both of whom died before they did?" Notable among the forerunners of the RC'format ion we find the Humanists, with their study of the "Humidites." Rousseau was one of these forerunners of t he Ref ormation in France, and a "rebirth of ~lassica l iniquity had penetrated Erfurt." I have spent much effort in t r~d ng to show the many-sided genius of Erasmus, and t he importa nce of his scholarly edition of the New Testa ment in Greek and Latin and of his "Praise of Folly," but how could t he breadth of his genius be more strikingly shown than by two st udent papers which I read consecutive ly, one stating- that ErasmuR "wrote the New Testament" anrl the next that he "wrote the Follies?" The chief differ ence between Erasmus and Lut her, I learn, was t hat wh ile the latter was a "pesistmest" the form er was an 110ptest mest." Luther proved to be "the sa tellite of the Reforma tion." He believed in "t he priesthood of matTiages," and believed that "the pope should not have t he right to inter rupt t he Bible as he pleased." Calvin, like Luther, "retained the formaJity of t he Lord's Supper," but he believed in only the <~ symbolic pre~ e n ts of Christ" in the elements. Calvin's foll owers believed in "either babtism or emersion," and they came to be known a s "Presperterians," "Prespiaterians," "Presbysterians," "Pryertians," "Presper tians" and "Prys terians." It may seem to some rat her s urprising to learn that the Jes uits were the leaders of the Protestant Reforma tion in Scotland. Mu ch in tereRt a ttaches to the marriages of the Tudor sovereig ns of England during the Reformation period. "Henry VIII was a good ruler," I have learned, "but was indiscrete in quitting his wife and taking up with Ann Bolyn." His daughter Mary "married Philip of France who was a Catholic but her married life was unhappy and she was deserted in time." 1 shall go no further in the narrative of European History, but add just a few bits regarding leading personalities. Theodoric, I am informed, was 11a man of fighting ability. He went forth in all his activities with a conquoring aim. His most worthy work was done in the commanding of men and power." Somehow the author of this clear statement seemed in an apologetic mode, and added _.in a hurry. I can't think of any actual deed of his." Justinian "slattered" ------~==~~~~--·· · ~ ...... •• • • f ...... ,_ .. ...... - . ' -~.: :::.. -~ =~=- :'1. ::--. .; : !'J-:\.5:- ~t1!"'~ni. ~ .... ~ E: ~: -;-::.:: ?'~:?t.:e:~: 3~~S!"'C'~~ .:: :~.~ ~ .. :\-:!": • • . . h • .. . . P ...... !:;~, ~~··· ••• ..,,, ·o e p··» ,.. --.,.•e n(."\\ • • l - t"' f41 • • • • ••• 4J. f .,J..., ...... \al- - • 1 I . .. - a•1c• "' l·n• ,_·-rp~-:,. ·!:!•4 .., ...... c J r.• r:b. ""'"'"~-. ~..J u .... ' "';A·d_ ...... , oc!'.·anced A GARDEN Delphinium and Lilies, Azure, gold, and white; Hibiscus in a flaming hedge; Marguerites and Columbines, Amber, mauve and silver; Crimson dignity of Cannas; Lace flowers amethyst and airy; Callendu1as a tawny orange; With here and there the green Of bitter Night-shade and of Wormwood. WISDOM While I must shiver in the corner by The fire and keep myself alive by force To dream of long gone glorious days when I Could ride to war upon a horse, You polish up your harness and your gear And see to a11 your dress and dream that you, A slashing man of anna without a fear, May win your laurels in the battle too. Dear lad, when you are sitting dreaming so And pinning all your boundless faith on hope, How can I tell what all we old men know And knowing, sit dejectedly and mope? While you are young, it's best that you should go Your own way, lad; when you are old, you'll know. ENNUI The nights come tumbling headlong into days And days come tumbling after nights just as They've always done, and in their various ways The old emotions and the men that I Have known so long I'm sick of them. Oh, why Should I keep up the fight and always try To live and pump this body fuU of breath When life's one lonesome novelty is death? On Taking Notes By Virginia Cottingham I read a cooking magazine the other day, and it told how to make dish-washing a perfect joy by learning the presi dents of the United States or the bones of the body, con centrating on the best meat platter at the same time. The article concluded with the statement that even work is en joyable provided one keeps his mind on something else. I thought it a radical statement, but it does apply to some things-for example, note taking. Apply this principle in the right way and you may look forward to the driest of lectures. The idea is to get your mind on something else, and, with practice, you will be able to forget that the instructor is in the room while your mind is wandering peacefully away to the latest campus scandal. However, meditations in themselves have soporific powers, and, as it seems to irritate professors to have one go to sleep I should suggest that you imploy yourself in develop ing latent artistic talent. When the professor is off on his favorite hobby, galloping gleefully over a much traveled road, and the ink is gather ing in globules on th e open end of the unused pen, then is the time to make those charming little sketches which make such delightful additions to any notes. It took an entire semester of English Literature for me to master the art of making five perfect parallel lines and placing upon them a properly rotund chef sign . My final success so charmed me that it was with difficulty that my friends per suaded me not to take piano lessons. I learned to print in History. The only difficulty was that I couldn't think of things to print, but finally overcame this by inscribing t he names and addresses of my best friends in fascinating script. As a result my History notebook reads something like this: Clarlemagne then marched his army into the country of the Suavi where-Helen Howe, Terre Haute, Ind iana, U. S. A. I had to consult another authority to find what became of the Suavians, but the training in printing was useful in Botany the next year. Botany professors cling to the subject in. hand with the tenacity of their own thorn and burrs. Therefore, I con fine my attentioM to boxes in Botany cla s, which are quite easy when one has the hang of it. For a change I some- 24 The DePauw lrfagazine times draw stars, but they are rather difficult-for a Botany lecture. While the professor is explaining his own investigations at Columbia upon the split infinitive, is an ideal time to play a game. The game is no other than Tit-Tat-Toe, which when entered into in the proper spirit becomes positively thrilling. Like solitaire the nice part of it is that it can be played alone if neighbors display no interest. I have the science of the game down to perfection now and am able to out-wit the keenest opponent. There's nothing like a game to develop intellect. Of course one may miss some phases of the lecture. I do not reccommend this plan as a method to make grades. But after all, what is an A or so beside the perfect star! SNOW IN APRIL By Ruth H. Troutman The World had turned his back as Winter stormed And stretched his hands to greet the coming Spring, Till Winter, like a jealous woman scorned, With freezing words flung back a final sting. ANNOUNCEMENTS Owing to an unexpected delay in receiving a reply from the fina l judge, it is impossible to announce the winner of the Doubleday, Page-0. Henry Prize in Short Story Writ ing. The prize, established six years ago through the cou rtesy of Doubleday, Page & Company, in honor of Amer ica's great master of the short story, consists of a set of the complete works of 0. Henry bound in full leather. The winner will be announced and the winning story will be published in our next issue. The award of first place in the Ed Hamilton Prize Poetry Contest has been awarded by the committee composed of Mrs. Ethel A. Tilden, Professor A. F. Caldwell, and Miss Virginia Harlow to Mr. Lester Dolk. The prize consists of a set of the works of Shakespeare in t he Everyman Library edition. The Book Nook Tht Srorkt Corke,.rl. By C. M. S ubii'IIC. Boston: Tht Atla11tic M o t~IJ./y /Jrtss, 1925. $z.oo. Lo,·e, mystery. romance, and adventure play important parts in this tak of the new world. \ oyages on the ''ast seas. ship wrecks, 1 ndian camps with glowing fi res and silent l ndians smoking the Peace pipe. A tiny French village pillaged h} Spanish pirates. A beautiful maiden saved by a savage 1ndian. And at l a~> t. as all such stories end, the safe return o f all the parties concerned and the happy life ever after. Yet one does not class Tlrl' Scarl£'1 Corkrrcl with all the others that draw to such a conclusion. The style is fresh and new, the plot strong and easily handled, the action stirred and moving. Mr. Sublette has rou eel the reader's blood in defense of the early Colonists, and perhaps une will ha\'e a kindler feeling for the Indian when you reau that he ~avec\ the white man his life many times in the fi rst t_ears in the new world. Mr. ~ublette 's description is extremely vivid. The scenes in France. especially the duel, and the wood scenes in the new world, are \'Cry well down. This novel comes to us as a two-thousand-dollar Hawes prize story, which is the reward ll,iven by The Atlantic Press for a novel o f romantic a•l\'cnture most nearly paralleling in spirit the one written by Charles I Iawes before his death. EL11ABETR TILDE N. The S leeper of th e Moonlit Ra11ges. By Edi..so" Aforshall. New York : CosmopolitoH Book Corporation, 1915. Thr Sluprr of the M ooulit Rtw{lrs \s a novel o f ad\Cnturc. attracti' e chiefly because of it s Alaskan setting. The Nonhero Pacific. the Bering ~ca. the Aleutian Mountain Ranges with their treacheous volcanic erup tions, and the desolate, for lorn beauty o f the frozen northern tundra.; ya~ld a most picturesque background. The plot inv1Jives a problem in heredity and the struggle for mastery between two men, one a "hHe man and the other an Aleut hal£-breed. The hook aff o r Tire T l!rribll' W oman. By Wilb ur Oa uid Stair. .\'t"!t' l'ork : D. A('f'/t IOII u11 t./ Compa11y, HJ25· $1 .75. T his collection o f one-act plays rl~mon st rat es that Mr. Stet'le is M t only a master o f the short stt>ry but also an able writer of the short play form. They are vi\'id. actable productions for small ca~ts and sr mp le settings. The title play is a vaudc\llle type of comedy, amusingly drama· tizing the manner in which the terrible woman keeps her lltll\' !Jl'Y from runninl{ away from home nnd her husband from eloping. "The Giant's Stair" ts a mysterious drama centered about a lonely mountam cahin and a crazy woman. "Not Smart" is a farce satirizmg "parlor radica1ism." The fourth play is "Ropes," a dramati C episode laid wnhm a ~ohtary lighthouse, where a villian takes ad\•amage o f a blind man and his lonely wife. RUTH BRIGGS. 26 The Book Nook These W ome11. By Wifliom Jolmston. New York: Cosm opolitan Book Corporatio 11, 19~5. $~.00. These W o111 e11 is a humorous. shrewd but sympathetic study of th e age old problem o ( marriage. \Villiam J ohnston has placed many years' ex !Jcriencc and o bservation in these pages. O ne surely ''lenrns about women from him." He w mhincs with his humor a ra re understanding anJ common sense which those already married will fi nd helpful as well as those about to he and a little fearful o f the venture. Some of his rather new and startling ideas set forth in Tlt ese WomM are: ''Any man who lws a good wife, and doesn't pay her a salary, isn't a gond business man." ''No one kno ws less about a man than the woman who is married to hi m." "Analyze every step forward the human race has made, and behind it you will ti nt.! the unsatislied desires o f womankind." MARG!.R£T Wu.nF.R. Sea Pltt11dcr. By Patrick Cauy. Boston: S mall, Maynard a11d Co mpa"J'• 19.25. $~.00. F or readers who like stories o f adventwre, Mr. Casey's Sea Plundtr will furnish plenty o f thrills. The yarn begins in a blind pig in H onolulu, a disreputable hangout for sailors, and it continues on a rickety whaling vessel known as the "Ballenas." The atmosphere of the sea is well established. and whale lishing proves an interesting sport to read about. Romance is added to the story by a young American reporter wh o has been Shanghaied on the ''Ballenas," and Clare O'Brien, an attractive girl rescued in mid-ocean from a wreck at sea. New adventures are added to the tale when an attemp~ is made to escape from the ship with several thousand dollars worth o f ambergris. The book is decidedly out of the ordinary, and one which most people will enjoy. FLOREN CE HELEN M cGAuCH£V, The Black Ca rgo. By J.P. Marq11atrd. New York: Chorlcs Scrib11 er's So11s, 19.?J. $2.00. ) . P. Marqu~md's latest contribution to fiction is an intense novel of adventure in the days o f ''Blackbirding," when many respected men of old 1\ew England made their fortunes by means of secret trade in slaves. 0 1<1 Eliphalct Greer, staunch. devout, unyielding Puritan, and Eliphalet Greer th e ''slaver'' nre the same in namej only. It is this s trange dual personality which makes him the most vivid figure of the story; until the \'cry last pnragrnph the reader has an oppressed sensation that Elipho.ler Crl'er's controll ing fi nger is forever ca sting a shadow on the page before his eyes. The hero o f the narrative is young Charles J ervaile. who is in Creer's power IJ<•causc o f the elder J er vaile's financial indebtedness to Crct• r. l'ru(kncc M urdotk pcrsonili cs the customary heroine. l "LclliJ.:r r.'r.ur!" B:: Eurnrst Elmo Ca f/.:iiiS. BosiCI IIS Thr .~ lfil rllh" .1/ .. :1: J /'rrss. ION $.•.; o. .. .\t ~1x year, the Boy put away ch1ldish thine;:. ... anci climbm)r U\'l'" a chiilr. he helped htms"li to Literature. Literature 1hq•Jt m a {HI!Ct' ,,f iumnurc th Tnufl'tio" ar1 d Ja:;:;. By Fred Lcu·is Pattee·. Sew r ork : The Crntury COIII/'011)', I CJ:?j. $ .?.00. In thi hook Dr P attee has critidzerl and d itocu~sc:d \l('loks. au th M~ of the huur, and life in general outside the l1t erary \\ orld. lit• i~ ~cnmne ly m nccrned in wh at the \\ Micl jc; cumin~ tn \\ith it~ ~prcll an Initiation. By Gcorye Shi1·el)•. 1\'ew Fork: Harcourt, Bror~ o11d Com pony, 1925. $~ .00. This nrs8 novel concerns itself with the interestingly complex person al ity of a certain youth reared in a middle-western town, the philosophy dc\·cloped in t he boy by his home ell\·ironment, and the subsequent testing of this philosophy during the war and post-war ~.:onditi ons . " ..... I t hoose to abicle by the authority of my own being. and let all other pass." So w1itcs J ohn M alleson. the principal character in the book. Buoyed up hy this precept imbued in hnn uy his father, John s trul{g ll'~ valiantly with the many disturbing- elements that hcset his path to manhood. He fails in love. Koes to college. joins an ambulance corps in France, and fi nally returns home. where he regains his lost IO\'C and selllcs down. The author. a son o f ex-Senator Shively. graduated from Jndiana Uni· \'ersity. where he was both star pitcher of the nine and member of Ph1 Beta. A ft er servi ng over-seas he joined the editorinl staff of Harcourt, llrace and Company. As a fi rst novel lnitiotio11 is highly creditable anu makes large promise for the future. It is to be regretted that the nuthor thought it necessary in one instanC'e to sati sfy the publi c's supposedly keen desire for a bit of sensationalism. CEDRI C G RA N. Alias Be11 Alibi. By lrt•iu S. Cobb . N11w Vorl•: George II. Doro11 Com pany, 1925. $~.00 . •· Ex tTy J Ex try I The I nsid<' Story of the greatest genius New York has ever known ! A II about Old Ben Ali Crisp, 'Stnr' city editor and Wonder Wit.ard." _\nd the ''all nbo ut'' is Irvin Cobb's record-scoring edition of Crisp's plt,ls nncl schemes and daring concoctions to make News. From the kid editor of Bridger's Gap Journal. a mass of startling ingenuity. when he worshiped the possibilities in the commonplace, he rose to god-dom as the most ingenious detccli\'C. the henest philosopher o f !Iuman Nature, and regular cannihal of li\'e matl·rial which he had his best reporter CO\'Cr anrl exhibit in thl· next issue tQ pop-eyed readers. Old Uen Ali's "grah bag li fc" was stu/Ted wilh episodes which were th e result-. of those pcnlliar twists in hi s charnctcr. But each one was writtt:n up in the newsy style of his re-write men. and reported with such !> nap and catch that new readers arc com·inced that the "Stllr" with Cnsp in the swi\'CI means a hit of morning news nicely rendered. And thruugh il all Cri !'o p is the head lines. the feature. the advertisements. and hy \'i rtue o f Cohh, the joke colu111n. L OUISE Q UI NN. 11tJilliS fl/ /lunar. H~; TIIOIIltiS Bo~/d. .\"nv r ork: Charles Scribnrr's Sons, ICJ2S. $U>O. This cullecti nn of wnr s t o ric~. published se,•eral years after the war's <:le~se. ~crvcs as a reminder of the fine heroism that was displayed by the typical American soldier. F.ach o r the stories is an exemplification of an ideal of honor. hut these iclc:lls are so widelv di ITerent. \Vc have the fine, high ly intellectual, coiHageous type of man, who thinks always of others before himself. \V e have the type whose personal feud s O\ ershadow :~II other purposes in his life. These stories have scant plot. and. strange to say, little action, but rely for their nppeal upon their perfect interpretation of character. HELEN PIU!STON. Tlz e Book Nook 29 Bill tltt' Co11qurror . Bs P. G. W odclt ous,· . .\'r Tllr 1\~ys of tlr r Cit)'. By Elmo· Dads, Robl' rl ,\{, .\lrRridr & clliii{'OII)': Xetu l'ork: 19Z5. Sz.oo. Some heroes step into stories from a busy. c;tenograplwr-11 1\ed nffice. Others stroll in from a ball park. Nick Rexford rn11 cd nut 11£ a box car ''clutching his bundle done up in a cotton handkerchief;' nnd landed plump in the midst of this one. And before he knew it he was in the tangle!' o f a mystery. in love, and incidentally in Hollisburg. You will recognize the town. Thr Chamher of Commerce had a molto: ' Hu ~Uc with Hnl\isbuq( An ti ~inceSt. Elmo l'ence had started the habit of hustle, and made it pay, most people hu tl rcl with him. Then there was a base villan, anli a hursted dam, ami a fluod. and a night attack. and an accident. and jail, an d-But you'll lind out when you read it. Mr. Davis started out almost philnsnphically. The fi rst !'art o£ the book is full of delightful touches. There is St. Elmo Pl·ncc standing hefore his mi rror presenting the keys of the ci ty to hi imaginary visitor. and old CC'Ione\ Hollis telling Ruth he was dining at the hnlcl, "so she needn't have I /r em get dinner." He would never acknowledge that Ruth did all the housework. There is Ruth herscli, wh o had 10 be a rea\i ~ t hccause she \i, ed with a sentimentalist. And there is Clay Sellers who bought more books than he could catalogue. and who would ruin the town if there were a hundred of him; but he's "a minority of one, and therefore harmless.'' The small town is ve ry well handled, and you ex pect great things of the characters. But about half way through the book Mr. Davis let the story run away with him. The action seems hurried, until it becomes almost a scenario. He brings in a cloud burst and a new found will. al random. lle even makes away with the villain by an auto smash-up. Hut it is a good story. This is the th ird book Mr. Da,•is has written. First there was Timrs llat•t Clla11gt d, two years ago; then I'll Show You tla· Tow 11 ; now this; and-well, bring on the next. M ARY PoaTt:ll. - -- -~------ JO The Book Nook The Carolinian. By R afael S abati11i. Bosto11 ; H oughton Miflitr Corhpony, 19.?5. $2.00. To recall the American revolution in South Carolina Sabatini's new new adventure-romance. The Ca rolim'an , serves pa rticularly well to bring <> ut the romance and the chi valrous ad,·enture of the time. The author fits his romance to his history almost after the fashion of a pattern maker, and the union is apparently easy and well concealed. The thrill o f the war-action and the glamor of the romance are so intense to the reader that the book is almost like a series of war reports to him, with respect to the interest ; action and emotion "tlare luridly" as long as the hook lasts. Swo rds flas h and maidens scream, and the reader fears with in himsel f that the vi llan, aided by a fickle chance, will triumph in spite o f the hero's efforts. Dut unfortunately as in a war the action of the characters is rash and even brutish, and if the reader makes the mistake of stopping in the midd le of the book fo r someth ing, his ardent sympathy for some of the characters is likely to fade with the noise of the battle. Sabatini has written \'C ry carefully and ,·ery plainly and has made the hoom o f the cannon very loud. T hus c1·en a child can re~ld and appreciate his book. EDWARD IJE~SON. A Study of the Modem Dra111a. By Barrc•lt H. Clark. Nt'w l'ork; D. Appleton and Co mpany. $J.so. l n A Study of M ode rn Drama Barrett H. Clark has reviewed th e entire dramatic lield, including all the nationaJ schools o f drama and the chief rlrarnatists of each school. Briefly sketched are given th e. contributions and life history of both individual and association. T he significant plays, tno, arc surveyed with side lights upon teclmique and treatment. Some mny not be vitally concerned in an analysis of !hen's contribution to modern drama, but to one interested iw any art. and in dramatic art esr>ecially, the nnalysis of Ibsen and of others contained in A Study of lht M oder11 Drama should be an engrossing discovery. L r.STF.R DOLK. Beau Gestr. B:>' P. G'. IVre 11 . New Yo-r/.:; Fn·dcrick A. Stokes Company, 1925. $2.00. As a safety valve for the modern reader sat iated with psycho-analytical and problem fiction, Beau Ct~sle is ideal. A pure mystery ''th riller," it first presents an enigma objectively, then carefully and logically gives the in side of the story. Beau Ccsle is essentially a. plot written fo r entertain ment. The book is divided into two djstinct parts. First we hear the French admiral's story of the ghastly fort at Zinderneuf where. he found dead soldiers guarding the walls against the Arabs. And then we read the story told by John, or ''Very Little Geste," who unravels this mystery together with the solution of the Blue Water diamond robbery. Scenes jump from an African desert to an aristocratic English manor and back again, but to the reader, carried along by the plot interest, everything seems plausible. There are several highly dramatic scenes in the book incl udinB" the mutiny of the French soldiers suffering from caford, the " Viking's Fun eral" given Beau Geste by his brother, and the meeting of the younger brothers on the desert. Tht Book Noo k 31 The weakest part in the book. perhaps, lies in the character delineation (ll Lady Brandon v.hose action furnishe" the rt.Jisl) " d't tr f ior the whole stot). But Btau Bestt is not a character story. Mr Wren has been con tent to tell lus story for the sto ry's sake. and a.> a result, fum1shes four hours oi intense excitement to any lo\·er o f the myster~· no' el. ~L\RY LLI)YD. The Fla!rui11g W ord and Otha O r~ t· Art Pl.Jys. By Gi orgt Ktlly. Bo.st RutoriJii~ 11 Com.-dy 166<>-1i.!O. By Bon.:Jmy Dobra. O.rjorJ: AI tit.- Crur There is no period in Engli5h Literature that offl!r:; more pr\'blt>m~ ior solut1on. .\nd 1t 1s a bra\ e man that emers the tiel d. But 1t 1< a mu:,t iascmattnss rielri because of the \'ery complex1ty of the ,[iffi~ulue ·. Wh1le the principle purpose o f the auth,.,r i:> to gm~ a rather full criucl'm o i the chtef writer o f the pe riod, he ne\'erthdes< arrne' at a \try lietmne condu-,1on. which 1· mo·t plau5ibly l'3tablt~hed-namdy. that in~teau o i Re'toratmn Comedy developmg out oi Fren~h inrluenct it w a3 on the ~ontrar) a very natural de\'elopment of late Eh£abethan \l"ntna. .-\iter tracmg the Comedy o i Manners the author takes up an•l u1•~u~ses mc>.t ~atisiactoril~ the l eatlin~ dramatists o f the penooi-Ethae~e DryMn and Shadwell. Congreve, and \'anbrugh and Farquhar .\ btbho~raph) o f the utml)st 'alue to the student conclude· the ''olume \\'h1le an exceedingly scholarly work, the book is wntten in a stylt that will make it mo3t readable for the general rt>ader \\ ho '' 1:;he~ tu know something o f Restor ation Comedy. T ltc Rider of the .\fohatc. By James FeUom . .\'tw l'vrk. Tlt t Cltdu.J H ouu, 19.?.1- $ ~.00. The \Vestem story has become so popular that "" " a publishin • h·,use has been organized that s p~ cial izes in this ty~ of tinton. It i ~ only natural that all of these Western stories should be "ntten "lth ~'ne e) e open tO the lucrative mo,ie rights. And Tht Rider ll 'a;.•s That Arc Wcli'JI. BJ' Lcmrte! De Bra. .Vew Fork: Edward I. Clode. Juc .. 1925. $2.00. In Lh e!>C tlays of depressing reali sm. o f unrelieved ~rroom, it is a joy tO cornl' arros:. a 1ulurne of stories that arc frankly stones, first o( all, with !-lllOd pints and old- fnshiw1cd heroes and heroines. And such ~re these talel; of Chin:1t011n, San Fnmsisco, hy a newconlcr-L.emucl De Bra, if this he his real name. Following a 110\'eleu c from which the volume takes its name come <·I t• I en ~ h or t fictions ranging from such a grim talc 1j f oriental vengeance as "'l'hc Mystery of the Missing Hands" to the cldightful love story like "The \\ edding of Chan Fah." And along \\ ith his interesting stories the author manages to give much of lucal col11 r. Strange customs and beliefs, ways of li\ing, the lore of the learned Chinc5e, t lw conllict between the older generation harking back to th<.t customs, centuries old, brought from China, and the newer generation fresh from \Vestcrn uni1·ersities-the author makes use of them all m cn ·ating the illusions o f his tale. All in all the volume is just about the best collection of Chinese stories that bas appeared in years. Too bad the publishers have seen lit to handi cap the IJook by dubbing it in subtitle "The American Limehouse Nights.'' Pri::c Stories o/1024: 0 . Jlcury A!cmot·ial Awa1·d. Choscu by tire Socirly of Arts and Scimas. . Cardell Cit ys Doubleday, Page & Compa1ry, 1925. $2.00. A reading of this l'<.> lume renders two things evident: 1924 was a hanner year for th e short story; and this collection becomes increasingly superior to the longer establi shed 0' Brien collection. For one thing Mr. O'Brien has li ved a l>rond so long that he is really out of touch with the genuine American short storv. '!'hen again there is manifest advantage in having 1 he hcst stories chosen l>y a large representative committee rather lhnn by one indi1 idual. lt is hard to restrai n one's enthusi:tsm in speaking of the stories in the present collection. "A Ril'er Combine-Professional," by Raymond S. Spears is (H1C of the most poetic and idyllic love-stori es of years; "What Do You Mean-Americans?" by Wilbur Daniel Steele, is a memorable story by one of the greatest li ving writers of short stories; "The Secret :tl the Crossroads.'' hy J efferson Mosley is a marvel of compression; and '' 'Lijah," by Edgar Valentine Sm ith, is the kJnd of a story that bri ngs a lump to one's throat. ln a year remarkable for its dearth of decent novels and interesting n()vcls, it is encouraging to li nd that we have nothing to be ashamed of as regards achievements in the short story. O'Malley of Sltaugrwoglr. By Dom1 Byrne. New York: Tire Cen tury Colllptw)•, 1925. $1.25. James Branch Cabell said in a review of Byrne's Messer Marco Polo, "I confcs. to being criti cally seduced by the fact that Mr. Byrne, without apparent effort or shame, writes perfectly of beautiful happenings and seems no whit afraid of elaborated diction"-a judgment confi rmed by this latest novelette or long short stor{. And surely no reader can escape being deduced by this beautiful tale o love beautifull~ written. The story is extraordinary for its simplicity. 0 Malley meets Joan, the beautiful nun. and fa lls in love with her. After their third meeting they elope. But their happiness is short-lived; for Paddy Brabagon re- The Book Nook 33 JX!rts that Joan is a runaway nun, with the result that everyone turns from her as if she had the plague. Then back to Ireland, where the story continues to its intvitable conclusion. Like M esur Marco Polo, it is hard to explain why :.uch a simple tale should so entrance the reader. But that is the magic of Donn Byrne. With O'Malley of S Jto,lgana gh this writer has proved h imseH a force to be reckoned with in contemporary fiction; and the sooner the blase and sophisticated critics that hang around '!\ ew York City realiu it the beuer it will be for their reputations as critics. Scllooli'llg. Bj• Paul Sclt•er. Nrw l't>rk: .4/brrt & ChcJ r/,·s Rvni, 19.?5. $~.so. Schooling is a novel o f English school life from the anll,lc of n young man in hi fi rs t po ilion a teacher in a boys" schlJOI. The a~c,lun l i ~ reali:;tic, with none of the sentimentalism o f Tom Rrmt'IJ's ~drool l>ll\1S. The story for the most part r evolves aro und the t>t'llY squahbl.:s uf the 'ar io us masters-silly disputes in the common room mal{nitirtl gre:ul~ because o i the restricted life o f the ma:.ters. One becomes the Great Piano Row ( Osen has insisted on playmg the pinno a iter nine u"t.:lock in the evening) ; another the Great Bean Ro" ( Rockhcrry has ~omplainct.l hecau~e the matron ser\'ed too many haricot bean~\. Mnhhm combin\·S with two masters in goading the others to desperatit'n tn om• '' ay an• I another until D r. Stack. the Czari~h head master of the school. s:iH5 all three notice o f dismissal. .'\nd at the end of the book we tntd l\laldcn register ing again witb his teachers' agency for a posttion iur thr cn,.um~ year. As a picture of life in an English pri,·ate school the hook is ,uflerh. T he satire is just prono unced enough. the hurno~ just delicwus enough. and the objective attitude just marked cm)ugh to make a lirst rate story. ll i too bad the author saw tit to SilOil his other" i~e ~ood study hy dragj.;ing in some extraneo us material that is very dt~turbing to the average reader . Comedy 011d Co11Sriwre A fter tlrl' l?rstorotiou. 8)• Joscp li W vo d f..'rulr/1. .\'~ l'ork : Col11mbia Uni1.•t>rsit.v Press. 19.!4 S.!.so. This is an excellent book to fo llow Dobree's Rt•stcJ ruticJ u Com.·dv. 1t is an admirable summary of drama of the last of the Sl'h·meen and the hrst o f the eighteenth centuries. The main object of the author is to explain the t.lisplacement of R rstor atlon comedy by the sentimental comedy that f o ll ow ~d it. 'l'hc author shows that the utterly cynical drama o £ the Restoration docs nm represent the peo ple. T he stage represented the Court rather than th.: !Wt>ple as a whole; and a dissolute Court was represented by a dissolute ~ t agc . A change had to come sooner or later, and when it did come 11 " ~ ' 1gorou •. A violent reaction is bound to be followed by one alm o~ t or quttc a violent. And just as Restoration comedy was a reaction from the Puritan Age, so the sentimental comedy very naturally supplanted Restoration -drama. The author shows convincingly that the thundtring d~: nun ci ati ons of J eremy Collier had much less to do with this change than "e had in the ast been lead to believe. The change was ine\•itable wi th or without a eremy Collier. Mr. Krutch has written a vt:ry scholarly book and surely las pro ved his point beyond question. And it is an exceedingly rudable book for anyone wishing to get a pretty good ''iew o f the drama o£ the period he covus. 34 Tile Boolt Noolt Dtod Reckonings in Fiction. Dorothy Brewster and A"gus Bumll. New Y ork : Longmans, Grun and Company, I9N· When the sky and sea blurred and the sextant useless, navigators, it seems, "dead reckon." It's not a very scientific way to steer a course but it heads the bark in the right direction. Our authors are conducting this cruise partly in Russian waters-Chekho v and Dostoevsky-with perhaps easier sailing in French. E ng lish, and American- May Sinclair. Aoatole France, Katherine Mansfield, Conrad, Lawrence. and J ames. They make their explorations upon the assumption that the autfJO r is intimately 3 part of his work-or it is a part o f him. Their touchstone of value is double. A fiction "mus t create the illusion that enables us to escape" from o ur own selves into the moods of others; it must "intensify our capacity for more sensitive experience." Whereupon they are under way. They careen about del ig htfully among complexes, suppressed desires. and outworn vi rtues. They know much about involved psychology. They !Jelie1'e variety in experience is intrinsically valuable. They hare a sense of humo r. Dtad Re.-koniii!JS leaves you on tip-toe-eager to read rhe authors you haren't, yet half regretful (perhaps it's conceited of you) that you've been beaten to it- that now you can't have the tl1rifl of making those fascinating discoveries by yourself. Most likely you wouldn 't ha ve made them at all though I l Jamu Branch Cabell. By Carl Van Dorc11. New York : Robert M. MrBridc and Compa11 y, 19.15. This monograph on the life and work of the man who pro fesses as his aim a desire to write "perfectly of beautiful happenings" satisfies a netd tha t has long been fe lt by Cabell admirers. Much criticism has concerned itself with this ironic romanticist, but, in tho main, it has been contra· ve rsial and heated. Mr. Van Doren has made a calm and scholarly in spection of his work, finding it pleasing but not altogether too perfect. The writer attempts to explain Cabell's philosophy and biases, realizing how necessary such knowledge is to those who would fully appreciate his writings. The hook deals but lightly with biop-aphical material, passing over almost immediately to a specific examinat1on o f the contents of the various romances. T hen follows a cri6cal appraisal. Manr readers who have been puzzled by the apparent vagueness and mystenous usc of symbols in the romances may fi nd enlightenment in the reading of this hand book, a hand book which might truthfully be ca lled A Primer fo r Cabollitn. RuNDELL Wooo. Christopher 011d Crusida. By M QIIIgomery Carmichael. New York: Tilt' .Macmillan Compa·ny, 19.15. $2.00. vVhen Christopher fi rst saw her, he cried, " There she is." And when Cressida fi rst gltrnpsed him, she, too, said, "There he is I There he is l" That is the story: love at fi rst si~ ht. The two meet tragic sorrow. They do heavy expiation. But in sp1 te of the years that separate them, "Amor vigil at, et dormiens non dormitat ; Fatigatus non lassatur; territus non conturbatur." Mr. Car michael became famous through his Lift of Johtt William Walshe, a book wi th such a convincing illusion of reality that many reader• actually were convin ced that it wu the biography of an actual man instead of being pure fiction. Cardina ~ Vaughan actually expressed Th~ Book Nook JS his surprise that such a saintly man as \\" alshe could ha\ ' C come (rom his diocese without hts knowing it. T he same striking illuston of reality txtsts 10 Ch r-i:sto('lur and CrusiJo. The stoC') IS one oi immense charm. Saccharine romanttt"1Sm is mt·smg entirely: but romance oi a 'ery healthy and pleasing sort is prt'St'Ot lhroughout. Ad: (1'/1/fU of G S \ 'er) iew bo-.,k. oi the hie oi the tramp are t'li anv real \';t1ue: j,,r 1t is an almost impossible combmauon that i.s rt:qut rt!d-a man "ho at hurt i' a ~Zenume tramp. ~~e-; thing£ irom the tramp·~ (l•mt ,,j 'It'' :md a~tu ally expenence~ the p3ychokgy o i the tramp, an.! 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FrieudJy B~uber hop Book Store East Side Square EXPERT HAIR BOBBING The Beat Place to Trade SIX BAHD£RS A. J . DUFF H. B. HAYS A. J. Duff H. ASKEW Coal Sales Co. Chiropracto r Shippers of Coal Palmer 1914 If i t is mined 1ue /Lave it Over Banner Office PHONE 317 Pbonea-Qffice 189, Home 772Y Handy's Sanitary Dairy CLARIFIED AND PASTEURIZED MILK CREAM BUTTERMILK COTTAGE CHEESE Phone 807X QUALIT Y SERVICE Holiday Goods The Economical Sporting Goods Trading Center Fine Cutlery, etc. W ith superior merchandise, Goods of ~uality a quality service and a aat Prices Right iaJactory price- At Your Service Bicknell Hardware Co. Trick Bros. 5 & xoc PHONE 214 Stores PREVO'S We say it with VALUES The First National Bank SINCE 1863 at tf\fl Ser1Jice of DePauw The Citizens Trust Company .--DREW- Has the Largest Faculty of any Theological School in Methodism In a recent letter to the President of Drew BffiHOP FRANCffi J.McCONNELL wrote ' You have a faculty of which any school ought to be proud" EZRA SQUIER TIPPLE, Pruident MADISON, N. J. Moore &Cook LUETEKE'S BAKERY Truly Bakery Goods and The Student's Pastries Shoe Shop for your next party. Albert Teacher's Agency, 25 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, Til. E stablished 1886. At all times we need well-trained teachers tor High School positions, in the Middle West and the West. College graduates with required hours in Education much in demand. Our service is direct, our permanent clients the best schools. Send for booklet. Other offices: New York, Denver, Spokane A New Creation of Styles In Party Slippers GOLD SILVER Men's Patent Dress Oxfords SATIN SHOES OF Christie & Potter QUALITY GARDNER BROS. Manufacturers of ICE, ICE CREAM, SHERBETS AND SODA WATER Special Ice Cream for Parties SOUTH END OF MAIN ST., PHONE 376 R. P. MULLINS, Druggist Pres criptions, Sundries Kodaks-Developing a nd Printing johnston's Candies WEST SIDE SQUARE FERD LUCAS Drs. W. W. & C. C. Tucker Dealer in Coal Office : 17 S. Vint S t. Real Estate Rentals Phones : Office 43 Terma Caab C. C., Res., 186 W. W., Res., 4 PHONE 255 24 SouthJackloa Street Adams-Thurston Teachers' Agency 224 So. Michigan Ave., Chicago A genera l teacher's agency, national in scope , endorsed by thousands of teachers and lead. ing educators. Write us . We will res pond promptly. •'llo·rt•' • llutl tn•"''"'' uf :o ollt• t luunq '' Webster's Collegiate Clothes of Diflinction Bue4 on the NEW INTERNATIONAL tiM "Supremo Aatborlty .. One miaht write a book on tbe u eellenee. of thie BEST obrideemenL It bao a wonderful v~bulary-c veT 100,000 worde-eomplete def\nitione, adequata et7lllolotrl•. and u.. the t.amlllar Webeter dlaeritiul marke. tue P ac•. 17 00 IIIWitratione. Art Caa•u, U .tt Fa.. rlllol4, M ... J. F. CANNON I.Aathu, 11.11 Guaranteed or money retu.rned. Order tro. Jour Boobeller or write to the Publiahen. Qf CO. Free S~lmen Pace. If you name tble Maculnt . G. A C. MERRIAM COMPANY lprl.. leW, IIUI., U. 8 . A. THE STAR Greencastle's Leading Barber Shop 8 REAL BARBERS Dainty Silk "Undies" So dear to the heart of every gi rl Gowns Bloomers Teddies Petticoats Princess Slips In the wanted shades. Silk Hosiery-the bt:st value in town. REAL SILK substandard-SOc pair. As you like it-Onyx- LaFrance ALLEN BROTHERS OPERA HOUSE ALWAYS GOOD PICTURES A. COOK CHAS. H. BARNABY MANUFACTURER Hardwood Lumber anci Veneers - M ill nnd Ynrd• ot GREENCASTLE, INDIANA .I . _£ I . -4 . #" ....., , •• ~,. ' The Safest Place t~~·- .~V\t:', ..1 _.. -· ~ \ ~ ~~-.'\"1 ~' 1n ,,):.: : . :. -· .. ' . "' ' -;_~ ~~,, Putnam County • t t.· • )~ - I f. .- L : 1,~II ' ...I ·. ~· ' . .• .l ·- ,, ~ '·· -·' .· :,,IU ~ ' ~ .• -~ :. • ;,~0'/t I htiunal Bank ' c.. • Central Trust fompan) Wedding Gifts ·:· Party Favors It is our mission to gather for your selecting, gifts and party favors that are unusual-the many new things "just in" surpass in uniquene s. lQQQ Porcelain art $hop SHOP of GIFTS 201 S. College Sunshine Sugar Wafers AT E. A. Browning's Grocery Phon e 24 GEORGE G. WEBER Fine Shoe Repairing 13 East \Valnut St. Opposite Postoffi('c ------ 'llENUS V PENCI~ ... .-- crhe largcJt selling 17 Black degrees quality pencil 3 Copying in the world cAt all dealers f?\0 you realize what ';;/J17 VENUS Pencil degrees really mean? VENUS 6B is as soft as crayon - while VENUS 9H is so hard it will write on stone! For a soft pencil fo r general use, ask for V ENUS 28. T'l•ln End•. pn dot. • • $ 1.00 Rub~r Eoda, per d ot. • 1.20 American Lead Pencil Co., 220 Fifth Ave., N.Y. Writ~ for 'Vnu .,.._ii9Joo6/d Attention • I llt~ Students the Pen That._ Guaranteed 25 Vears. Who are rraduating in Jan· UARANTEED to bold Ita uary. We always have many G jewcl·like point for 25 ,... , •• calls for teacher11 to berin Over-sue Chinese red barrel wltb black ends, handaomerthan gold! work t.he second semester. Oct one bere on 30 days ' trial. Free Regil'ltration. Give the Duofold for gifts orprl.aee. lt'l taken the public: b7 atorm. Tbr EbJ(' T~arhrrs ' .4grnty ~~~ 401 Guaranty Bldg., Indianapolis, I ndiana lADwdyo foDuld oJrfold. S_.5l#ta,,.~ W