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''SMOKING THE WAY I DO, I SURE APPRECIATE THOSE
EXTRAS IN SLOW-BURNING CAMELS;
.says Bob Fausel, ace Curtiss test pilot
A PLANE that's never been off the ground be- fore—never been put to the test of actual flight. TRYING to tear a plane apart in mid-air is only part of test pilot Bob What will happen in that first power-dive? Fausel's job. There are long hours of engineering conferences . . . long Fausel's job... That's the test pilot's job... Bob hours of smoking. "That's where Camel's extra mildness and extra cool- to find out. It takes more than sheer nerve — it ness are so important, " explains Bob {center, above). "Camels are more
takes extra nerve . . . extra skill and endurance. than mild — they're e.xtra mild — easy on my throat."
has those extras . . . gets the extras in Bob Fausel Cigarettes that burn fast burn hot. Camel's s-l-o-w way of burning
his smoking, too . . . with Camels. He says: "That means more coolness, of course, plus freedom from the irritating qualities extra flavor in a Camel always hits the spot." of excess heat. Smoke Camels and enjoy extra mildness, extra coolness, extra flavor— yes, and extra smoking (see beiow). HtS* iii»»-» 9 In recent laboratory tests. Camels 6*-r«^ burned 25% slower than the average of the 15 other of the largest-selling ,ov*« brands tested — slower than a>7y of them. That means, on the average, a smoking t*f^ pliis equal to 5 EXTRA SMOKES PER PACK!
R. ,1, KniuiUls TolKUici C.jniiiaiiy. Wiiistoii- Salem, N. C.
»// 6ETTHE EXTRASIWITH SLOWER-BURNING CAMELS THE CIGARETTE OF COSTLIER TOBACCOS
'Who in the moment of Victory . . .
. . Covets neither profit nor honours."
-John Gerson Library Teachers College I tmYiUe, Virginia.
nc ^ aLaniLcidc STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE FARMVILLE, VIRGINIA
JANUARY, 1941
CONTENTS
Joan of Arc Frontispiece 2
The Columns The Editor 4
Editorial Dr. J. E. Walmsley 5
"Unmanifest Destiny", Story Harriet Cantrell 6
"Stardust", Story Elizabeth Goodwin 7
Hogiah, Story Lula Power 11
Verse Frances Hudgins 12
"Dust Be My Destiny", Story Carolyn Bargamin 13
Snow Flakes: Aggie Mann
I Anne C. Williams Verse Mary Frances Bowles Peggy Bellus I Bess Windham Illustrations Cottie Radspinner 16
"Crippey", Story May Weutz 18
"All Things Come", Story Edith Nunnally 19
Verse Lula Power 21
Mose Elizabeth Vincent 22
Little Duck Finds A Home, Story Marian Lee Heard 23
Book Reviews; Robert Beverly Munford. Jr.. Richmond Homes And Memories Margie Rice 25 Rebecca Yancey Williams, The Vanishing Virginian Margaret Mish 25
William Saroyan, My Heart Is In The Highlands Anna Johnson 26 Mortimer J. Adler, Hotu To Read A Book Mary Parrish Viccellio 26
Two Poems Edith Nunnally, Carolyn Rouse 27
Two Poems Jo Brumfield, Alice Goode Cahoon 29
Prattles Frances Pritchett 30 Bargamin's "Dust Be My Destiny". Caroline, a freshman, is early showing her ability as a creative writer. J-kc ^^aiayLnade Another first contributor is Elizabeth Goodwin. Her "Stardust" combines a life-time romance with a day at the races and p'aces high odd; on both. Volume III "Hogiah" is the true experience of a Chinese gardener as told by Lula Power who resided in STUDENT STAFF Korea for a number of years. The photograph came from Lula's album. Marian (Chubby) Heard Editor Allene Overbey relates a tale of a little duck who, robbed of his Literary Editors home by modern machinery, found charity among Mary Jane Jolliffe, Harriet Cantrell, friends and thus avoided both the W. P. A. and the Jeanne Haymes "draft". "Crippey", by May Wertz, is the story of "pals" tenement section two from a and a man , Poetry Editors with a white shirt and a heart beneath it who ^ Bess Windham, Frances Hudgins came into their lives and made a place there. I Anne Williams REVIEWS are by Anna Johnson, a senior, Margie Rice, author of the first prize story Book Review Editor Sara Cline "Wood Magic" which appeared in the fall issue, Art Editors Margaret Mish. a sophomore, and Mary Parrish Katherine Radspinner, Peggy Hughes, Vicce'lio of the freshman class. THE VANISHING Elizabeth Ann Parker, Dorothy Rollins VIRGINIAN is an interesting and humorous Elizabeth Tennent account of an old Virginia family; while the second Virginia review, RICHMOND HOMES AND Chips Frances Pritchett MEMORIES, suggests the worth of many of our capital's land-marks, which are fast being Typist and Assistants destroyed, and records cherished memories of the Anna George, Frances Hoback, Doris Alvis, days before and after the war between the states. Vera Baron The current reviews are found on the library Business Manager and Assistants shelves and should prove an incentive for an Yates Carr, Mary Owens West, May Winn, interesting Sunday afternoon in the Browsing Anne Ellett, Mary Katherine Ingham Room. CONGRATULATIONS to the winners of the Cover photo by Davidson's November poetry contest! First and second awards went to Edith Nunnally and Lula Power, respec- tively. Both have other contributions in this issue. Third place went to CaroJyn Rouse for her well- (_/(?//ILHlllA 7/'^ timed verse, "Winter". Anne Williams, who has proved her poetic ability in previous issues, received COLONNADE'S cover lor this issue pre- THE honorable mention, as did Alice Goode Cahoon and sents an interesting study in blue, designed by Jo Brumfield. We wish to thank all contestants Hughes, to add, she said, "a bright note to Peggy for their splendid response, and we are grateful these grey skies of winter." The photography rep- to Frances Hudgins. a staff member, for her novel arrangement of still-life and a resents a management and to the faculty members and optimistic outlook for the season. We hope rather students who sei-ved as Judges. you like it. THE MIDDLE PAGES are again the work of THE EQUESTRIAN STATUE of Joan of Arc two staff members. Bess Windham and Cottie is as familiar to us as are the columns surrounding Radspinner. The illustrations appearing are by it. Patron Saint of Farmville, she should have, As Dot Rollins and Elizabeth Ann Parker. We welcome 1 first consideration for our new we thought, to our staff Elizabeth Tennent and Anne Williams, I frontispiece. Embodying virtue, humility, courage, art and poetry editors, respectively. service, Joan of Arc is a challenge to all of and AMONG THE ARTICLES to appear in our final us in the year just begun. We are proud to issue in March is Ernestine Meacham's disserta- such. represent her as tion on "Life" modeled after the style of Gertrude IN THE FALL ISSUE, Harriet Cantrell. as a Stein. Ernestine has been a faithful contributor future citizen, questioned: "Why can't we keep to the Colonnade. She took first place in the short the political merry-go-'round in the background story contest in 1939 and has received recognition when an international storm hovers overhead?" in The Spastic Review, a national magazine. Dr. James Elliott Walmsley, Professor of WITH A NEW YEAR come resolutions, oppor- History and Social Sciences here on the campus, tunities, and beet, perhaps, of all, a clean slate. offers an interesting and unbiased answer to the We, the staff, wish you success and happiness above question in his editorial on page 5 of this during the year 1941. We are backing you in all issue, suggesting, among other things, a well- your resolutions, hoping that you will be among defined democracy as a means to an end. the first to WRITE FOR THE COLONNADE! AMONG OUR CONTRIBUTORS we find P. S. Sympathetic understanding to the staff familiar signatures, and at the same time, we of the Alumnae Magazine. We know! welcome several newcomers. Edith Nunnally, in her prize-winning story, brings to light the maxim "All things come to her who goes after them", and proves its worth on a co-ed campus. "Unmani- fest Destiny" by Harriet Cantrell. a staff member, needs no further explanation, nor does Caroline I'-^tCS en / (^^ L Li TCI I cr^^/ 1 i wc t^
By James Elliott Walmsley
Future Citizen" has gone far in a fortli- or in deed. Then it behooves all of us, present citi- iglit way in assessing one of the patent zens with shame, future citizens with hope, to apply weaknesses of America's democracy in our hearts to wisdom, to seek the essentials of the action. We are violent in our political speaking democratic faith that is in us, to think clearly, but not bloodthirsty in our elections; we are resolutely, and honestly along democratic lines. extreme in criticizing candidates but we do not Brushing aside empty forms and discarding "liquidate" the defeated. Mr. Roosevelt goes to outworn traditions, we can say that democracy is Washington to work, Mr. Willkie goes to Florida not a form of government, it is a way of life; it is to rest; we are superficial in our argument and not, as Fascists proclaim, freed'om for inferior minds also are neglectful in our standards for officehold- to rule, it is freedom for superior ideas to prevail. ing. All this we concede to the Future Citizen. Well do Nazis know that intellectual freedom must Should slie not go further and analyze our not be allowed, for truth is victor in any contest of fundamental fault? Why do we listen to dema- minds. Freedom of thought and expression is the goguery and vote by tra- fundamental condition of dition? Can we call for democracy, which brings democratic unity witliout us one step nearer to a a soul-searching study of definition. 'democratic' and what is We live in a changing is 'unity'? Most what world. If we allow our- unity certainly democratic selves, as some educators cannot come from mere would have it, to be exhortation, less much ^ _^ adapted to this changing can it be imposed from world, we are becoming or created by above be ^ /_, fit for a totalitarian age force. If we are consciously fit- Only he can speak ting ourselves to take winged words of democ- charge of that changing racy whose lips have been world and to help mould touched with a coal of fire it nearer to our heart's from the altar of intelli- desire, we are becoming gent patriotism, only he democratic. If our country can lead in citizenship permits this, if it allows who has been caught up every citizen to exert his by an irresistible force. power, be it little or big, Too many of us are to shape that world com- proud of our counti-y be- ing into existence, then cause it is a democracy we are democratic, our and define democracy as country is a dem'ocracy, what our counti-y has to and we have a clear cut James Elliott Walmsley be proud of. Some of us idea of what we mean think democracy is equal- when we speak of that ity, though none of us believes in tliat; others sacred idea—democracy. is locate it in our method of choosing a president, This is to see even at a distance what though we know that Gustaf of Sweden is even democracy, "and we needs must love the high- more democratic than Roosevelt of America; others est when we see it." To know democracy, to our would definite as democratic a country that feeds its love democratic ideals, to be as intense in citi- hungry and houses its homeless, though we know zeal as Nazi or Communist, is to make of our that imperial Rome did an even better job at this; zenship a steady glow that warms our hearts into understand and still others say that democracy is marked by free giving our lives for a cause that we speech, provided that free speech agrees with our not into just fighting for our side. This makes of us opinions. To be brutally honest, those who prate mosr, citizens who can be broad and tolerant, and yet true opposition if it is loudly of democracy know least 'of its significance. and tried, who can respect the the party, But why should we be citizens? Wliy should we. still loyal to the country that lies back of in the words of the elder Roosevelt, "love America, who can keep their heads when all about lose theirs, driven to duty, work for America, and if necessary fight for because democratic citizens are not America"? Because it is the only major country in they are aglow with patriotism. among us. tlip world today that is democratic either in word Such citizens have been found u ?? nf4taf€LTeJ^L cMtn 1
Harriet Cantrell
^^^HE old woman walked patiently along stared at her, bewildered, his breath com- V^J the well-trod path from barn to ing in short gasps. Slowly, almost without house. Her face was an intent pat- his realization, the hand holding the gun tern of far-off thoughts. The two milk lowered to his side. buckets filled to the top with their frothy After a moment the woman turned to contents did not impede her swinging face him and a look of anger crossed her stride. Her gaunt frame was like a big face. spring, resilient against years of labor and "You ain't got no business being in heartache. here," she said sharply. Then noticing his As she neared a pile of rocks beside the tattered clothes and haggard dirty face, path, a rhythmic swishing sound arose and she said, "You hungry? Poor fellow I grew louder and louder and slashed the There's food a-plenty on the sideboard. air with an ominous gurgle. The ugly, Gather you up some 'fore I clean up and spear-like head of a diamond-back rattler take it to the back porch." His eyes wan- pointed toward her. Engrossed in her dered to the remains of a plenteous break- dreams, the woman plodded on. As she fast. At the sight of the eggs, bacon, drew abreast of the rocks, she stumbled, potato cakes, biscuits, and a pot of coffee and simultaneously the snake struck. Shj his rigid posture relaxed. His shoulders lost her balance and the milk pails swung slumped and he pocketed the weapon with- forward. One of them struck first a rock in out her having noticed it. the way, and then the body of the reptile, "Thank you, ma'am," he muttered. deflecting its attack and flinging it out into She left him and went toward the front. the weeds. A radio going full-blast sent news of the Instantly the woman recovered her bal- world throughout the house. Her husband, ance and went on at her measured pace. a complete invalid for many years, sat in Unmindful of the presence of the snake, a big leather chair in the downstairs bed- she left the deadly thing crawling away room. He smiled as she came into the behind he^-. A murmured grumble about the room. "Come in, Bess," he said, "and rest spilt milk escaped her lips. a mite before you do more." She entered the kitchen and set the Her nature rejecting the thought of pails of milk on the table. She did not notice luxury before her chores were done, she a huge brute of a Negro, hidden in the sat in a hard straight chair across the shadows of a corner. He stepped behind room from him and watched the dial light her, with an old Army automatic in his from the radio play tag with the early trembling hand. morning sunshine creeping through the "Lady," he said, "you gotta tell me whar windows. yawl hides yoah money. I gotta have it, In a moment she roused herself from and quick!" her musing and said, "It ain't that I'm The woman went on deliberately complainin', John, but I guess I ain't much straightening dishes and kitchen utensils, company for you. I miss so much—the readying them for washing. The Negro radio and all —being deaf." <~>tatdiL^t
Elizabeth Goodwin
(Honorable Mention, in Fall Contest)
"Yes. Marchant was cold and hard, and cold as steel was his ice-blond daugliter, Lita". Their horses were thoroughbreds; but Pat and Price ivere out to prove that human beings can be thoroughbreds, too.
HEEDLESS of the overhangint^ branches Yesterday had been wonderful, the first and insecure footing she rode furi- day of the Haden Horse Show—the horse ously, recklessly. Her horse felt the show that was so much more impoi'tant mood of his mistress, for the same wild than an\' other, because it was the first blood and love of speed was born in both major show at which she and Price had of them. Horse and girl were both Virginia ridden the horses that they had cared for thoroughbreds. and trained from awkward colts to the She was furious, disappointed, and hurt. most beautiful hunt team in "Virginia. They Only her fury kept the smarting tears had kept their horses out of the shows last from welling up in her beautiful blue eyes. year, waiting for them to reach maturity She pulled her mount into a slow easy and perfection. They had named them Star canter remembering that she must not let and Dust in a sentimental moment when he'' own wild mood tire her horse. they were dancing to Dorsey's version of Was there nothing she could do? Pat "Stardust." Noland had never felt her every move Black as ebony, clean limbed, with blocked before, she had always found a muscles rippling under their satin coats, way, but this time there was no way, it they were as perfect a pair as could be pro- seemed. duced bv a line "f Ihoroughhruds. Pat THE COLONNADE
slowed down to an easy canter and allowed in a "hands and seat class" in the Wa^'ren- herself to slip into that day three years ton show. Shortly after that, the Williams past when she and Price had recklessly family moved to the old Hempstead Plan- bought the pair. They were long-legged, tation. Here Pat drifted away from her gangling, awkward creatures, but there close friendship with Lita and found, in the was the fine bone structure, slender ankles, dashing young fourteen year-old Price fine lovely heads on their proud arched Williams, a playmate and riding compan- necks, and, as Price had said, "A glint of ion. the devil in their eyes." That morning came Many were the mornings when they had
back to her as vividly as the rising sun. ridden to the hounds : the smell of the Price was just out of college, and she was warm earth and sweating horses was in ready to begin her junior year. their nostrils—the wind was in their hair, They had both fallen in love with the and the pounding hoofs and the baying of colts. She chose the one with the star in his hounds filled the air. face, and Price the one with the flecks of Their friendship and their mutual love white marking his forehead. of horses had ripened into a deeper feeling. They had been happy. Mr. Marchant of One day as they were unsaddling Star and Marchant's Steel Works had given Price Dust after a brisk morning canter, and as a job in his office—not a big job, but Price Price was helping her with a stubborn had worked steadily upward. girth buckle, he had suddenly stopped and On thinking of Marchant, who was the caught her slim shoulders, wealthiest man in Loudoun County and a "Pat, would you like a spring wedding figure on Wall Street, she felt helpless. or would you rather marry me in the sum- Marchant was also a horse-lover, but his mer?" love for horses was the same cold mercen- And just like that they accepted the ary sort of love that he had for those few fact that they would spend the rest of their things of which he was capable of loving. lives together. He loved to see his horses wearing blue Last night Price had called her up. ribbons and winning cups. He had neve^- "Pat?" felt that warm surge of feeling that Pat "Yes, Price." gently or felt every time Star nuzzled her "Pat, I have the worst news outside of pushed against her with his beautifully the war situation, and I'm not trying to molded head. amuse you. Listen, old man Marchant has Yes, Marchant was cold and hard ; and given me a choice of two things—either go- cold as steel was his ice-blond daughter, ing to Chicago on business or quitting my Lita. job, and, Pat, you know what that job Pat didn't mind admitting that Lita means to me—to us. I can't give it up, was a superb rider or that the Marchant and I can't let you down tomon-ow, nor can
entry in the Hunt Championship was splen- I let anyone pull a scummy trick like that did. Nor did she mind admitting that it was on us. Of course, this is Lita's work. I knew splendidly handled in the capable hands of she was hard-boiled, but I never thought Lita and her sardonic cousin, Jack. she'd stoop to this. She knows that Dusty In yesterday's events the two teams, Pat won't perform well under a strange hand and Price mounted on Star and Dust and and that with me out of the way she will Lita and Jack on Foxfire and Ginger, had have a better chance to carry off the been- neck and neck on points all day till championship. Marchant promised me the last events put Pat and Price two these two days oflf weeks ago, but he called points ahead. It Avas almost certain that if me just now and told me to come to the Star and Dust kept up their splendid per- office and prepare some papers to take to formance, the Grand Hunt Team Cham- Chicago. I am to leave on the five o'clock pionship would go to the black team. plane in the morning. I have a strong Pat had distrusted Lita ever since they notion to quit, but it might mean postpon- were eleven and twelve years old, for then ing our marriage, and I wouldn't do that Tiita had deliberately frightened her ]i(iiiy even if the Kentucky Derby were at stake." " —
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"Oh, Price, of all the detestable trick.s and give just as good attention to his coat Lita has pulled, this is about tops. Oh, as if he were being shown today." " the — Black Martha met her at the door "Hush, darling, we can take it; after "Miss Pat, Miss Pat, Mr. Price been all, it doesn't mean quite everything." calling fo' de last half hour. He say fo' "I'd better hang up before I explode, you to call him de minute you gets in." " Oh, that — Pat tapped the toe of her riding boot "I wish I could come over and talk with nervously as she waited for the operator you, but you see I simply can't." to connect her. "We had counted on it so long and "Hello, is this you. Price? What has worked so hard! This just about upsets our happened? Why aren't you on your way to entire plans of the last three years, doesn't Chicago?" it?" "Listen, Pat, I hate telling you this, but "Chin up, girl, thoroughbreds have shock I'm a man without a job. I might as well absorbers, you know. Get Tim to ride begin at the beginning. Jack came into my Dusty and win that cup for us!" office last night about eleven to gloat over "Price, you know it's no use. Tim can the fact that he and Lita practically had ride, but Dusty is temperamental, and he the Hunt Cup on their trophy shelf. He won't perform with a strange hand on the gave me the benefit of that leering grin of bridle. I'm withdrawing our entry in the his and said, 'Sorry, old fellow, too bad morning." — your business comes before pleasure. On "But, Pat " Click. The receiver went this occasion Lita and I will be glad to up. relieve you of the cup you want so badly. Of course, we would have won the show today, but what little competition we did It has taken some time to get control of have has backed out. What's the matter? herself, and she had sweltered all night Bluffing business because you're afraid to with an attack of that notorious, fiery lose?' When he said that, what little con- Noland temper. She had risen at four, sad- trol I had snapped, and I let him have it dled Star and ridden hard in an effort to full on the chin." work off some of her fury in the soothing "Oh, Price, you didn't!" rhythm of the saddle. "Wait a minute, that isn't all. That It was folly to enter Dusty with Tim as uppercut to the jaw lifted him up from the jockey. She felt utterly helpless. floor about a foot and he landed squarely She headed Star for home at an easy into that broad expanse—Mr. Marchant's gait. When she neared her home, the home stomach. Marchant was coming in to she loved, with its great white columns, do a little gloating, too, I suppose. I wish Star cantered easily up to the hedge that you could have seen them when they finally separated the house from the stables. She untangled and managed to get up. March- felt a surge of pure joy as Star gathered ant was— shouting 'Get out, you swine! his muscles and flashed over the hedge in You're '; No, I'm not fired, Marchant. I a graceful arch. quit. And so, Pat. I'm a man without a "Just the way you would take those job." jumps today, darling." "Price. I'm glad you did it. After all, "What you mean. Miss Patricia? you can't take but so much off anyone, and 'Would!' Dat horse and Mister Price horse now you are free. You don't have to work gonna bring home de blue today." for a beast whom you could never respect." "No, Moe, Mr. Price has been called "Pat, have you wthdrawn our entry?" away. You needn't even bother to take Star "No, I had intended to as soon as I got to Haden, because I'm withdrawing our to the house. But, you will ride now, won't entry." you. Price? Don't worry about the job. you "Law, Miss Pat, you can't— can surely find another." "That's all, Moe. Give Star an extra "I'll see you at the show grounds. Just large pile of oats, clean his feet carefully. jjromi.sc me you won't woi-i-y. We'll show ! —
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the Marchants just what we can do. I know the trainer had been teaching him to Lita will be furious with her father. Good- respond to the quirt, and now for several bye, dear, for a few hours." weeks he had shown no sign of rebellion. "Good-bye." Foxfire barely cleared the next to the last Pat ran lightly out to the stables. In jump. With that Jack lashed him smartly spite of Price's misfortune she felt happy. on the flank. They'd win, she knew they would Just a few inches from the jump. Fox- "Moe, blanket Star and tell John to fire braced his four feet and stopped short. bring out the van and take him to Haden. Jack sailed over the horse's head, his body I'll follow in the station wagon. Everything landing in a heap on the ground. The is changed. Mr. Price and I are riding- fr.'ghtened horse turned and ran madly today. Blanket him carefully, I doubt if abound the ring, fully expecting further he has cooled from my ride yet. Give him lashing. a good warming up before I get there, but They carried Jack from the ring to be I'll come as soon as I can." met by the furious Lita. "Oh, you fool, see what you have done!" And while the doctor examined him for She felt the same old thrill that she possible inju''-ies, Lita gave vent to her always felt when she was about to enter fury. Except for a jolt and a foul fit of the ring. She and Price temper he was quite all were mounted and sat right. waiting on their pranc- The excitement of ing horses. A VISIT the fall over, the win- "This is what we ning team was called Yeiterday I watched dark clouds have wanted for so long. Float across the sky, back into the ring and Price. Look at the Knowing not the place they went the Grand Hunt Team Nor yet the reason why. crowd ; even the Griffiths Trophy was presented are here. Griffith may Today I saw bright colored clouds to Pat and Price. own the finest stables in Playing in the blue. "We worked and the South, but he And now I know, since yesterday planned for this for They visited with you. doesn't own a pair like three years Pat, and our 'Stardust', does he. Mary Lou Sh.^nnon here we are where we've Price? Today is our day. always said we'd be We must do our best." in the winners' circle! "Here we go." Not even the loss of my They rode into the ring, a perfectly job can spoil the happiness of this moment." matched pair, on perfectly matched ho'':ses. "It's too wonderful to be real." They rode magnificently, rising and They rode from the ring victorious, sailing over the jumps in absolute rhythm. successful, happy. They cleared the last and highest jumps as Through the crowd of congratulating clearly as the first. A perfect ride, a perfect and admiring friends, strode a short pros- pair! They rode f^'o mthe show ring amid perous looking man. cheers and applause. The crowd thrilled at "How do you do, Mr. Griffith?," said their riding, the like of which they had Jack shaking hands. never seen before. "Congratulations to you both! I think Lita rode proudly into the arena beside I have never seen a finer display of riding her cousin. She was a beautiful rider, and ability and careful training than you and she rode with an unrelenting, steel-like this young lady have shown today. Jack, grip on the reins. I've been thinking about this for some time, Foxfire was nervous and f^'etful. He and while you wei-e riding today I made my was an ill-tempered horse at best. In fact, decision. I need a good man,—a man w^ho he had always been rebellious and until a knows, loves, and understands horses—to few weeks ago, he had always flown into a supervise my trainers and to take charge tantrum if anyone struck him. Jack and Continued on Page 2S
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LuLA Power
An account of a true experience of a Chinese gardener as told hy a former resident of Korea.
ONE afternoon as I was lazily reading' dingy little shops where they would ham- in our Korean summer-house, my mer out trinkets or whittle wooden farm eyes kept returning to Hogiah who implements. At night everyone came to the was working in the garden. Here and there general market place where the odor of he sauntered, carefully arranging the wild damp vegetables lingered in the still moist lilies of the valley and azaleas which we atmosphere. Here the children would play had picked on the mountains earlier in the and the older people gossip. day. When I looked up again, his back was "But the little settlement was not with- turned to me; I could see only his blue out its troubles. Bandit raids were frequent padded coat and long sleeved jacket and and there was a continuous fear of drought his long quilted trousers bound tightly and famine. Yet there existed happiness abound his ankles. I wondered how he could and good cheer which is so characteristic of bear the heat. At last wearying of my story, our people. I walked over to him and said, "It's too hot "In the year 1886 a plague swept through to work in the garden, Hogiah. Tell me Tsinan. It was smallpox—that terrible something interesting. What did you do disease which has always been dreaded by when you were a little boy in China?" He the Chinese even more than leprosy. At thought for a while and then said, first no one was greatly alarmed, but as "Well, today I have been thinking about the days went by, more and more of the something that happened many summers villagers were stricken. Every day, long ago. Look at my face, my hands, and my funeral processions would slowly wind up arms. See these horrible scars? Many to the graveyard which was located on the people my age have scars from smallpox, hill. My father said that smallpox had but have you ever seen anyone as terribly visited the little town before, but never disfigured by them as I?" before had he seen so many people ill or I looked at his face. The sun seemed known so many to die. to bury itself in the deep, round scars, "After a few weeks, those who were well making them appear ugly, purple mirrors. spent their entire time helping with the I had never been aware of their depth sick. No longer did funeral processions before. Staring in awed pass by, but as the silence, I finally asked, people died, they were "Why are yours so carried up to the ceme- much worse?" Then he tery and placed on the told me this story. hill. There were no
"I was born in Tsin- rites : they were not an, a little village on even buried. the outskirts of Can- "Then my little ton. The people there brother Jim-Foo be- were always merry. came very ill. But They worked all day when he began to get long in the fields better, I took the hor- hoeing and weeding rible disease. As the their few acres by days slowly passed, I hand. A few worked in hccanu' weakei' a n d Chinese Gardener 11 — —
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weaker. Every day my mother would walk I had advanced only a short distance I saw up the valley and return with special herbs. the form of my little brother, Jim-Foo, next She prepared these with great care, but to me. I simply could not go on. What they failed to help us. I remember a neigh- would be the use without Jim-Foo, my only bor entered the hut one day and whispered brother, my closest companion. But I to my mother, 'Seven were carried to the tried again and managed to crawl a bit hill yesterday.' She looked at me, then farther. I continued in this fashion for sadly shook her head and busied herself hours. The dry leaves and twigs brushed brewing herbs. Soon after that, everything against my body. Memories of Jim-Foo seemed very, very hot and dark ; and it crowded other thoughts from me. It was seemed as though I were falling—falling hard to believe that the graveyard was only falling. When I awakened, it was still dark, one mile from our little hut. The more I but it was no longer hot. Instead it was advanced, the more exhausted I became. very cold. I called my mother and father; At last I could see our little house. It was I called Jim-Foo, but no one answered me. only a few steps ahead, and yet it seemed Bitter herbs were no longer fo'i'ced into my very far. Could I reach it? Surely I could mouth. I stretched out my hand and touched not give up when I was so close. When I something cold and still. I couldn't imagine reached our front door, I tried to call my where I was. Finally, the sun began to rise, mother. She caught sight of me and rushed and as the rays became brighter, I discov- forward, picked me up in her arms and ered that I was on the hill. I can't express carried me into the hut. From that time on, the terror anguish filled mind I was well cared for until I was strong and that my ; nor can I describe my unsightly surround- again. The neighbors said I was given back ings. The atmosphere of disease and filth by the spirits. was all around me. I wanted to run, but I "You ask me how old I was when all this couldn't stand up. Slowly I raised myself took place. I really don't know—perhaps I on my elbow and with great eff'ort began to was five—perhaps six years old. This I do crawl. After moving forward a few feet, I know, however, I was too young to remem- fell back to the ground completely exhaust- ber very much about that fearful plague, ed. In a few moments I tried again. When but old enough never to forget."
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Each day that we have climbed together. He gave me strength to meet the day. O'er plain and lowland, hill and heather. My hand in His, He led the way.
We came so gently up the hill I scarcely knew^ we climbed at all
Till I looked back when the wind was still
Till I saw new vistas and heard His call.
Frances Hudgins
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Caroline Bargamin
"I waited patiently for the Lord: and he inclined was to be suspected? Who had last seen unto me and heard my cry. and been with her? Who could have admin- pit, He brought me up also out of an horrible and istered the fatal touch? . . . Who? ... My he hath put a new song in my mouth, even thoughts faded, then swirled rapidly. I praise unto our God; had seen her last ... I gave her the water
Then said I, Lo, I come; for in the volume of the which must have contained the death
book it is written of me; I delight to do thy potion. I could be held for murder. All I loill; could think of was just the one fact ... I
Be pleased, oh God. make haste to help me. Amen." must run. I must get away, fa-^ away, before some one should suspect foul play. But 1
didn't run ; I couldn't. It was foolish that anyone should resort to flight. I knew my gND even as he read, tears welled in own innocence, but could I prove it? I had my heart and flowed from my eyes drawn the water straight from the faucet not tears of sentimentality or of in the kitchen (madam never liked ice sorrow, but tears of love, love for the water), and no one had a chance even to deceased, love for the woman who had been touch it. I hadn't put it down or stopped to my mistress, my guardian, and my friend. talk at all. Then it couldn't have been the Even as the procession moved on, leaving water but how else? her to rest in peace, I found myself haunted — with the same thoughts and accusations "Sudden relapse," said the death cer- which had raged wathin my soul from the tificate. But was it? No. She was well moment I saw the prostrate figure of Mrs. and happy. Froane, pale, white, and stiff on the cur- Bewildered, I turned my steps home- tained bed. One eerie hand protruded from ward to the large, rambling, colonial frame under the satin coverlet ; her eyes were structure which before this had seemed tight shut, as if trying to blot out some like a fairyland to me, the little girl from unpleasant memory, the St. Agnes' school for incorrigible girls.
"She couldn't have died so suddenly,"' I had learned to love it as a home. I thought, shuddering. "She was so well, Now it seemed gray, dense, and forbid- so happy when I carried her a glass of ding as I trudged up the steps, not knowing ." water that afternoon . . My heart stopped where to go nor what to do. with my feet. I had carried the water lighting the water which she, laughing and talking I entered the drawing-room and, of her medicine, had drunk. Sudden a cigarette, sat down to think it all over. all been thoughts of murder rushed into my mind. The water-line . . . no, we had
. . . Mrs. Froane's But who? Would anyone have wanted to drinking the same water hurt her? The woman who had devoted rapid recovery . . . everyone's apparent sense. her life to the unfortunate? Why, she was grief: it just didn't make more unfortunate than any of them, she, The door banged, announcing an arrival. with a husband like Bruce. And she had Bruce Froane staggered in, and sat down forgotten herself and her troubles in doing across from me. He stared at me for a good for others. Who could possibly have minute, as if not quite sure who I was. He wished and planned her death? And why? reeked with the odor of whiskey. Bruce With him it was no ques- Of course, there was Bruce, but . . . loved his liquor. well, he wasn't even at home then. The tion of how much he could take. And now, servants? No, they adored her. Then wh'i in the face of dealli, in- drank, lu'cdiiig n(.
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one and ashamed of nothing. to find and yet knew I would find. There Expecting nothing from him, not even it was! A small, insignificant-looking bottle words, I broached the subject which mat- boldly marked POISON, STRYCHNINE. tered more to me than even madam's death. My knees were weak, and I stood there, "Mr. Froane ..." I started, and stopped uncertain as to anything. Here must be the as he glared at me. "Bruce, I mean . . . I . . . answer, and yet not the answer. Bruce well, . . ., I guess I won't be needed here evidently planned and executed the whole ." anymore. I just wanted to . . Again I incident. But how? Why? stopped. He came quite close to me, and I stood there by the table, my back to put his arms on my shoulders, whether to the door, with the bottle in my hand, too steady himself or to give a gesture of stunned to move. That, then, was what had affection, I didn't know. But I was inclined caused the yellow spots—the death symp- to believe later on that it was the former. tom supposedly characteristic of Mrs. "Martha, you've been swell to stick by Froane's disease. And Bruce knew all this, us, and it is only natural that people would for he had studied medicine before he was expect you to go now. But I like you, girl, expelled from school. Oh, how clever he more than a little, and I'd like for you to was, and how cruel. stay on." And as if he were thinking the same Then for the first time in my life, I was thing or had heard me, the door opened, touched and deeply grateful to the man I and the master himself, still cold and cruel, had hated from my first sight of him. Yet entered, locking the door behind him. My there was doubt in my mind and fear as eyes met his in the mirror, and they drew to the motive behind it all. It couldn't have me around magnetically, the bottle still been just kindness; Bruce wasn't made clutched in my hand. ." that way. "Bruce, you . . ." "Thanks, Bruce, but I . . . really . . "I expected to find you here. Snooping? "You'd better stay. I shan't force you, Yes, you have made a very good guess. I but you'll wish you had if you decide killed her. What did I want with a social against it." With that he left with a quick, climber? She went everywhere and dragged decisive step, not the step of a drunken me along; she did everything, and I had to monster, for he seemed to have suddenly do likewise; it wouldn't have looked right become quite sober. if I hadn't, we being socially prominent How long I remained sitting there in the and our hosts being my wealthy business drawing-room, I don't know. It must have associates. I had to eat their food, drink been a long time for when I finally arose, their whiskey, and smoke their cigarettes. it was dark and the shutters had been A man can't do that and then turn right drawn. around and take their money, can he? No, I had nowhere to go. There was nothing it just isn't done in the best circles. It was for me to do but to stay. I might as well to be either one thing or the other. I tell him and get my orders. figured I'd just have to cut their company.
I knocked on his door. Hearing no I knew it wouldn't be easy to do, with Anne sound, I walked in, half-expecting to find bringing them here so often. I worried as to him sprawled across the bed in a drunken what course to take. With her sudden ill- stupor. The room was disheveled, as usual, ness, Anne gave me the answei'. It was but it looked as if someone had hurriedly easy to fake a prescription, with my tried to straighten it. knowledge of medicine, and twice as easy From a large oval mirror over one to execute my plan. You see, darling, in dresser, the eyes of Mrs. Froane looked your sleuthing, you forgot something, I down at me, pleading, inviting, as had been guess. I always got the medicine for her." their custom up to the last. Startled by their "Then you substituted poison for one life-like appearance, I sank to the bed, of her doses?" exhausted by a strange inner feeling. But "Tut!Tut! my dear, don't show your
I rose again at once. My hand felt under ignorance. I wasn't taking any chances. I the spread for something which I dreaded filled all her capsules with strychnine. I
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DUST HE MY l)p:STINY
couldn't afford to have my plan fail at that "Diin't interrupt aiui don't flatter your- stage of the game—she wouldn't have self. I don't love you. You aren't that type approved of my money-making schemes of girl, or should I say, woman. But you'd so I made sure it wouldn't fail. It was all make a clever little accomplice in my busi- very simple, my dear. I merely added a ness." little color to each capsule, and you saw, "A crook . . . me?" yourself, how easily she was duped ; any "I wouldn't call you that. .lust a little fool could have told the diffei-ence. I'll more clever than the other fellow. As for admit I was a little afraid even she would. you, after all, you have a record, you know, I shouldn't have been—she and her trusting and your type's always handy." nature!" ''But ... I was framed." ." "You cad . . "That's what they all say.
"I wouldn't be calling a I say, once and for all, marry body names, if I were you." CREATION me, and I won't have to em- on the bed barrass you by taking this He sat down Honorable Mention and carefully examined his little matter to court." cigarette, before he finally I felt the need "You snake!" Of someone's face looked up at me, one eyebrow To fill my dream's "Well, what's your an- cocked. Vast empty space. swer?" "You see, if there were I knew not where "No." any investigation, I suspect To look for him, "I wouldn't be so hasty. that you'd be in a little warm But as I slept I'll give you a little time to water. After alL you werf^ In shadows dim . . . think it over and to change the last one with her. So I visioned men your mind." what does that prove?" With dreamlike care. left the room, sar- "But you know I didn't And, all at once Bruce I saw you there, back at kill her!" castically glancing over his shoulder. "You couldn't convince a Anne C. Williams me jury that you didn't. Even But my answer was final. that bottle there is dan- And, strange to say, I wasn't gerous evidence. It has your frightened. I knew I wa,s fingerprints on it. That's where you made innocent, as well as Bruce knew it. And your second mistake." God knew it.
"Yours are on it, also." The trial was rapid . . . only two days. "That only goes further to uphold my The .jury voted unanimously. The verdici story. You see, I'd say I found it and neither startled nor frightened me. picked it up." In three days I am to die in the electric "You wouldn't do a thing like that!" chair, only twenty-three steps away. More "After three years in my house you than once I have heard those steps paced still don't know me! Yes, my dear, 1 off by doomed prison-mates, some guilty, would. But not without giving you a chance and some framed as I was. My time is near. first. Here's my proposition. I've liked and As for Bruce Froane, may his days be admired you for months." happy, as they would be, for a man with ." "You . . no conscience.
"Be ye not afraid. I am God, and he Who Cometh unto me
Shall have life, everlasting.
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Hullo! ... Snow flakes fall
Like quiet thoughts . . .
Funny . . .
How thoughts . . . can he caught standing in the snow They me So silent! And waited there to see If I, the dreamer, dared to show What had enchanted me. I flatly said some florist truck Had dropped a rose for me Then grimaced at such foolish luck. To hide my ecstacy!
Memories, too, return like the snow . . .
. . . So many memories . . . to remember.
REGRET
I picked a rose today and peered within its soul, And drinking greedily, its scent I stole. I touched its petals with exultant hush,
And stood there . . . worshipping its crimson blush. With bitter tears I weep to see it die. Ah. who has really lost a soul, the rose or I?
ANNli C. WiLLIAM.S
I've often spent a quiet day Like this when snow was falling And wondered how I'd find the ivay When death comes to me—calling. MY FRIEND
Death was my friend. He waited not for me to beckon But came as did my breath, involuntarily. He called me gently and I hearkened to his call. Tenderly, as a kind protector. He put his arm around my tired shoulders. He stroked my cheek, As we walked home together.
Mary Frances Bowles
The snow flakes So long ago Strange hoiv quit Moments go So long, Bi — —
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/ walked alone my restless way, No -place could ever keep me long. Till she gai^e to the silent day New beauty with her baby song.
A THING OF BEAUTY
I've wandered in the evening Over the purple lea; I've heard the hoot-owl calling From the limb of the tallest tree; I've seen the moon in the dusk of night And wished upon a star; I've watched the goose on its southward flight And meteors shoot afar But never have I known a thing so sweet As a mother's lullaby When she halts the sound of intruding feet And hushes her baby's cry.
Aggie Mann
A certain magic in the day Made this become a treasure— The moment that I heard you say Loving is a pleasure. IN ANS'WER
If your love is so great and your heart is so true, Then why do you doubt me, my dear? I never will tell you that I love you too While the theme of your love notes is fear.
To be cautious is wise: now I will grant you that; And wisdom rates high above sinew. But the fellow who wrote about "faint heart ne'er won" Was nobody's fool! Now, continue. Peggy Bellus
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May Wertz
the corner where Rose Avenue and one as Mr. Goodwin, who was short and aT Ninth Street meet, a leaning sign- blond and wore a white shirt and coat even post suggests in wavering letters the on hot mornings, attempting to lure them names of the streets. The citizenry of the into his "game" room ! That was ridiculous. place have long since forgot the names on They took no more notice of the posters he the sign. However, the crooked street is still put out than they did of his persuading choked with tenement houses and disrepu- voice. They belonged to their own world table buildings hugged closely together. It a world in which one evaded the law and has long been known as Noisy Alley. captured small prizes. All day long roving mobs of boys, bent Then one day Mr. Goodwin discovered on harrying susceptible victims, add to the that Crippey could sing. No one knew just confusion and disorder of the place. Of the how it happened, and Jeff swore it would lot, Crippey Binns and his pal Jeff were never have happened if he'd been there. perhaps the queerest. A too-short withered Mr. Goodwin persuaded the crippled boy leg, which dragged a little as he limped to come each day for singing lessons. It along, was the source of Crippey's queer was not long until he was going to a big nickname. He was abnormally small, and church uptown and learning to sing in the his face beneath his unkempt brown curls choir. Because of this, Crippey's social might have been a choir-boy's except for status fell to zero with his old friends. Jeff the hardness of his mouth. Jeff, a ruffian was more hurt than the others, and when nearly two heads taller, loomed in ridicu- Crippey walked up in a timid attempt to lous contrast. His face was already set in explain, Jeff swore and turned on his heel. harsh lines. The two were always seen He might have known a kid like that— together. Whatever human love or compas- weakling and a cripple—would fall for the sion there was in Jeff, he lavished it on the honeyed words and ways of an uptowner! dwarfish crippled boy. Crippey managed Life became a tragic comedy for Crip- to keep close to him, and he admired the pey, who, though he loved his new teacher cunning and defiance of his friend in the and the beauty of the singing, was miserable scraps which were their daily amusement. without Jeff. In Mr. Goodwin he found all Days in Noisy Alley were much alike the strength and purpose he'd seen in his for the two, and brought no serious friend every ounce of it was focused old ; yet change other than the addition of a few in such different directions. When he more colorful invectives to their already coached the basketball team, o'- fought forceful vocabulary or a few more petty the opposition to his precious Center, tooth deeds which more and more enraged Hardy and nail, he was every bit the man Jeff was. and Jackson, the 'cops' on the beat. That But making Jeff see this was a harder is, until Mr. Goodwin came and built his thing, and matters went from bad to worse. Recreational Center. The very words had When Jeff realized that he missed the made the boys howl with derisive laughter. companionship of Crippey he was disgusted They got close enough to the respectable with himself. He roamed the noisy blocks brick building to see the clean locker rooms, with the rest of the gang, but as they passed the shiny floor of the basketball court, and the red brick building and heard the clear the rows of chairs in a small auditorium tones of Crippey's voice and the stronger before they mobilized their contempt in a voice of the teacher, he was possessed with thousand flaunts at the newcomer. The a fierce jealousy, and an overwhelming very idea of an outsider, and such a saintly Continued on Page 28
18 czTf-ll ^luncjS7 k^lvilc . . . Edith Nunnally
lord Prize in Fall Contest)
'You've got to go after ichat you irant in tliis world.'' And Pat went.
COHERE it lay on the "E.xactly! So I came ^ mantel, for every down to the University girl in college to this week-end. You've got see, and Pat took care that to help me with something.
certain persons did see it. After all, you know, you've After no less than ten of got to go after what you her friends had said, "Pat, want in this world." you have a 'special' in the The something had office," she replied, been another man. At '"Thanks", and casually JMolly's suggestion they
went after it. chose Pete Ashbrooke, "Gosh," she thought to undoubtedly the most im- herself as she walked back portant man on the Uni- to the Beta house, pretend- \ersity campus, but virtu- ing to be absorbed in read- ally unknown at Pat's ing the letter, "suppose small college except by the girls knew that this reputation. The rest had letter isn't really from been simple enough. Pat
Pete, even if it is post- mailed Molly weekly pack- marked University. Sup- r ages of letters, and every pose Carl knew all about day a letter, post-marked Pete — what would he "University Station," came say?" from Pete. On Sundays She thought of the there were "specials". night just a few weeks back, when she had There had also been a box of candy, and been down at the University and she and once a large bunch of white violets. The Molly, curled up on Molly's bed, had latter set the whole campus talking and arranged the scheme. It had been Molly's b^.ought three dance bids, besides a mention idea, but Pat remembered she had been in the "Campus Side-Glances."
quick to agree upon it. "I really have carried this scheme out "The situation is," she had explained to neatly", Pat mused, as she headed toward Molly, "that I can't get Carl to show more the College Shop to meet the gang. But it than his usual brotherly interest in me. I has certainly been expensive. Whew—my can get plenty of dates with others, but not allowance is nearly gone, and it's just the one with Carl." She ran her fingers through middle of the month." her curly brown hair and continued, "I As she neared the shop, she rehearsed thought if I made the 'top' sorority he'd her speech to the gang. The "special" had be impressed. All he said was, 'Nice going. said that Pete would be unable to attend Little One.' He's too darned busy with run- the Beta formal. "I wonder—should I send ning that newspaper even to notice me. flowers or candy?" she thought and almost Besides, he thinks I'm just that sweet little immediately decided on candy; it was less girl he's always known, who just happened expensive. Getting that "special" on Friday to come to his college. If he only knew!" and another- one to come on Sunday would rapidly "What you need is another man to stir mean an additional drain on her up interest." (IwindlinK allowance.
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"Hey, Pat, it took you long enough. little sui prised at the welcome I received. Look what we found." Several girls met Imagine finding that you've been sending her at the door and headed her toward a special delivery letters, candy and even back booth where a merry crowd of boys f lov, ers to a girl you've never met ! I could- and girls were laughing over "cokes" and n't resist seeing you. Incidentally, let me })laying the nickelodeon. A tall, slender, say, it was a pleasant shock." He smiled blond rose to meet her. His face seemed as she blushed a little. "But tell me," he vaguely familiar. continued, "did your scheme work? Is the "Hello, Pat, thought I'd surprise you lucky man showing the proper interest?" arc' arrive early." He smiled as he held out "Oh, yes, that's coming along fine. He'll his hand. probably be at the dance, tonight," she "Oh, hello," she managed to get out. hinted.
For a moment Pat thought, "This can't be "Fine. I'll play the devoted swain and real, but it is. What shall I do?" make him jealous." "Why Pete, this really is a surprise. Pete played his role like a professional. How did you—er, that is—what are you He held her tightly and sang in her ear doing here?" when they danced. When Carl broke on her, Forcing a smile, Pat put out her hand he immediately broke back. Tongues were bravely, while her eyes begged him to wagging, and Pat enjoyed it to the fullest. understand. He smiled back and with a Pete and Carl tried to outdo each other mischievous grin replied, "Well, I dropped until the situation really became funny. in here, first, thinking perhaps I'd find you. Smugly, Pat congratulated herself on her One of your friends recognized me and said cleverness. you were coming down; so I just waited. As they sat talking in the Shop, Pat We've had a fine time getting acquainted." remarked, "Thanks to you, Pete, the entire
"Wasn't it a coincidence, Pat, that I'd week-end has been grand, it really has. I seen the picture of Pete that you have? I wish you didn't have to rush back." recognized him immediately," Louise put "I'd like to stay over, Pat, It's been in. Pat sat down suddenly. loads of fun. Perhaps I can drop in on you "Oh, if I only hadn't put that picture again soon. It wouldn't do to let your on my dresser," she thought. "I might have ardent admirer cool ofl" too quickly. People known this would go too far." would suspect. Speaking of people," Pete "I'm awfully glad I got here in time for went on, "isn't that your friend, Carl, the dance, Pat," Pete's eyes laughed as he coming over this way?" watched the look of consternation that Something in the way Carl was smiling was on her face. "I was afraid for a while made Pat wonder for a moment. She said that I couldn't get here until tomorrow." hastily, "Hello, Carl, you met Pete the "Yes, we'll have fun", she replied and other night, didn't you?" added to herself, "How did I ever get into "Why, yes. Say, Pete, you forgot to pack this mess?" your toothbrush ; so I took a chance on Looking back over the week-end, as she catching you before you left. Figured you'd and Pete strolled leisurely about the cam- be here." pus, Pat was forced to admit to herself Pat looked at Carl in amazement, then that things could have been worse. He had demanded, "What? You two! I don't under- been a perfect peach about everything. stand." When she'd finally got him alone that "It's very simple," Carl answered as awful Friday afternoon and tried to Pete began to smile, "Pete and I are not explain, he'd been very understanding. He only good friends, but frat brothers. I was had smiled as she ended, "You see, I had at the University a year before I came here, to do something. You understand, don't remember? Why shouldn't he spend the you?" week-end with me?" "Certainly. It wasn't your fault I Pat felt her face turning crimson. Fer- decided to visit some of my frat brothers vently, she wished she were a thousand this week-end. I must admit that I was a Continued on Pacje 2S
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Second Place in the Colonnade's
November Poetry Contest
Tonight God walks the corridors
And t'-eads across the spotless floors,
And in black stillness everywhere
The sick can feel His presence there.
To some He g'ves release from pain,
To some, the promise He'll come again.
To those who bow their heads in prayer
He gives new strength, their pain to bear.
To those who are o'ercome by grief
He gives a calm, and sweet relief.
And those who deep in slumber lie
Smile in their sleep as He passes by.
He fills the place, by means of birth.
Of those He takes away from earth.
As I lie hei-e, I do not fear,
For in my heart I know He's near.
He'll turn my darkness into light.
God walks the silent halls tonight.
LuLA Power
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Elizabeth Vincent
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"Lawdy, boss, don' make me do dat, please, suh! Dem cats will IT hant me sho. Dat's one animal I is skeered to mess around wif. Won't you, please, suh, let somebody else do it?"
"Now, Mose, don't let me hear any mo^-e of that foolishness, W and do as I tell you. Understand?" Mose spent a very miserable mourning and never had he been known to find so many tasks. He was still hoping against hope that if he delayed his unpleasant duty long enough, something might happen to save him.
Already there were ten cats around the barns, and Mr. Holland refused to have the number increased to thirteen. Not that he had any superstition about the number, but he did not U- think the supply of rats and mice available would meet the demand of so many cats. Therefo'i'e, drowning the three new members of the cat tribe seemed the only solution.
All morning Mose puttered around, cleaning the barn loft, shucking corn, caring for the animals—anything to keep from ^ er attending to the kittens. Every now and then he would mutter something to himself, which sounded like, "Dem cats got nine lives; so how's boss 'spect me to kill 'em, no way?" In the afternoon Mr. Holland, passing through the ba-^n, heard the kittens mewing. He was thoroughly disgusted. When he finished talking to Mose this time, delay was no longer possible. Mose went to find a bag and string, collected the kittens, and turned reluctant feet toward the river. ^, In his nervous worry, as to what form his "liants" might take, Mose did not tie the sack at all secu'^ely. For the time being, his pr:ri/ fingers seemed to be all thumbs.
When all was ready, he went to the water's edge, heaved his squirming burden over, and started running home before he even heard the splash. That was one long, miserable night for Mose. He pulled the covers over his head, and tried to think of wate-'-melons, but he could still see cats' eyes coming toward him in the dark. Finally, he moaned so that his wife threatened to get the fire-poker after him if he didn't shut up. Since he was much mo-'.-e afraid of her than all the cats in the world, he continued his misery in silence.
When Mose reached the ba';n the next morning, he was met by one of the same kittens he had drowned yesterday. The man was horrified. He gave one long look, one longer yell, and started running. The kitten was kept, and called Mose. There was no confusion of names on the farm, however, for the other Mose is probably running yet.
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Marian Lee Heard
IGHT on the edge of a big, black forest duck saw then that the crash-banging u noise was cutting down his friendly barley never seen any barley, it looks very stalks! much like straw and grows in long waving All at once he began_ to run as fast as stalks. When the North Wind came out of his short legs and funny webbed feet the big, black forest, as he often did, he v,-ould cairy him. As he ran down the bar- ley rows, he sobbed, "Quack", in a sad little voice because that was his way of saying, "Good-by," to the barley field that had once been his home. Finally, he came to the edge of the field and found himself on a little winding path. Not knowing where he was or what to do, he decided to follow the little path. He waddled along with his head bent down, and now and then a tear would slide from his bright shoe-button eyes. At the end of the path he came upon a fence. Inside the fence were the most su^'prising sights! There were things run- ning around with webbed feet, downy would blow against the barley stalks and feathers, and funny, flat bills. Then he make them tremble and sigh. looked down and saw that his own feet were Then the little duck who lived in the webbed, his feathers just as downy, his bill middle of the barley field would scurry as wide and flat. Then he knew! He was over to the pile of barley straw which he exactly like them! The little duck began called his home. It wasn't a real home or to hop up and down and cry. "Quack", as even a nest, but it was the best he had, for, loud as ever he could. you see, he was a very strange duck. In the first place, he lived all by him- self. He had no mother to make him preen his downy white feather or dry his funny, webbed feet when he went walking in the dew. Whenever he waddled in and out of the barley row^s for a frisky romp, he was always by himself, for he had no brothers or sisters. He was quite alone in the world except for the friendly barley stalks that whispered overheard. One bright morning when the little
duck was out looking fo''- his breakfast of grubs and insects, he heard a loud crash- banging sound that came nearer and nearer. Just as he was about to scurry away fence looked at to his little home, he saw some of the barley The things inside the stalks shiver and fall to the ground. The him and they began to "Quack," too, in the noise got louder and louder. The litth' iiKist fricndlv way. Tiu- little (lui-k tried t>i 23 THE COLONNADE
squeeze through the fence, but he was too ber. But before he had much time to worry, fat. Finally, he saw a little hole near the the big mother duck began to call the little bottom of the fence, and after much push- ones together and led them into a wooden ing he was on the other side. house. The little duck waddled along with The other ducks crowded around him the rest, not knowing what else to do. and all began to quack at once. The smaller Inside, the ducks began to settle them- one were friendly and asked him to play selves in piles of straw. The little duck games with them, but the larger, older ones found himself in a nest with the other baby looked doubtful. The little duck showed ducks and the big mother duck. them his trick of hopping on first one short The others began to nod and blink, but, leg then on the other. They looked surprised somehow sleep did not come to the little and began to try to do the same thing. duck. He sat very still so as not to wake Instead of hopping on one leg, though, the the others. Then he saw what he was look- la'-ger ducks began to teeter and fall. This ing for. Through a small chink in the wall made all the others laugh. Soon the little of the barn, he saw a patch of purple velvet duck was busily chasing insects with the sky with a small, frosty-white star twinkl- rest. ing against it. A lump rose in the little After a day that was all too short, night duck's throat as he thought of the friendly began to fall. The little duck's heart sank barley stalks and his deserted nest. Then to the bottom of his snowy stomach, for he with a soft little "Quack", he snuggled had never been away from his home in the closer to his new-found family and was barley field at night since he could remem- fast asleep.
24 Jo (joes Virginia---
Richmond Homes and Memories^
Robert Beverly Munford. Jr. 'Garrett and gent smile. Yet this constant cross-reference Massie, 1936, $3.00. to persons either far in the past or in the ^^s:^HERE is quality Old Virginia, the of present gives the story time and place, this \^J indeed, of the Old South, in and-thereby eliminates the necessity of the reminiscent book on Richmond by ligid adherence to specific dates usually family conversa- Robert Munford. From found in books of this kind. These personal tions, old reco^'ds, and inquiry among older recollections give an intimate flavor and portrays members of Richmond society, he relieve stiffness. the social life of the city far back into the Mr. Munford's main purpose has been author's concern, however, 1700's. The main to set down a personal account of this is with the 1890's of which he himself was gracious period, lest it be forgotten com- a part. pletely or remembered only from the dry The people of this period strove to pre- pages of formal history books. serve the ideals and standards of ante-bel- He has made a distinct contribution to lum society in a world which was beginning the history of old Richmond. to change. In so doing, they created a cul- Margie Rice ture which is now referred to as "old Richmond." Mr. Munford sees this cultu';e typified The Vanishing Virginian by the charming and gracious homes of the — period, and describes both the entertain- Rebecca Yancey Williams E. P. Dunton Co., New York, $2.50. ments held in them and the customs of the inhabitants. But these homes are now being XN the manner of Clarence Day, destroyed so rapidly that Mr. Munford, Rebecca Yancey Williams has writ- when his manuscript was being revised, ten of life with her fathei-, Captain had to note in his preface that when he Bob Yancey. Her book is most amusing and wrote that a house was "still standing", he charming. meant that it was still standing in 1935. "Cap'n Bob", as her father was affec- Without actually saying so, Mr. Mun- tionately called, was commonwealth's ford conveys his feeling of sadness at the attorney in Lynchburg and held this office passing of the old. Though he writes with- for thirty-five years. His father before him out distinction of style, setting down his had held this same office, thus giving Cap'n facts paragraph after paragraph, this Bob the feeling that it was hereditary, as nostalgia serves to hold his book together. Mother Yancey stated. The Cap'n was the This keeps it well above the level of monot- town's best story teller and the life of the ony and endears it to all those Virginians party, for everybody was thoroughly fas- who are reluctant to let go the old fash- cinated by his yarns. Explosive swearing ioned in entertainment, the old conception at the slightest provocation was one of of correctness and gentility, and the old Cap'n Bob's attractive vices which his standard of personal worth. daughter reports delightfully. An outstanding feature of the book, is Mrs. Williams not only writes a biogra- the relating of the ancestry of each phy of her father, but she gives also a vivid person mentioned, and showiing thereby and colorful description of life in a dis- the relationship of the old families to one tinctly individualistic and entertaining another in a manner so typically Virginian family. Besides this, her jiicture of Pied- that Uu' reader cannot suppress an indul- Coiiliiiucd oil Page 31 25 —
ave YOU Head Ihese I
wandering characters and given an impres- sion of joy, hospitality, loyalty and sad- My Heart Is in the Hishlands ness." But what stirs the reader most is William Saroyan—Harcourt, Brace and that neither poverty, nor hunger, nor death, Co., 1940, $2.00. nor loss of their home causes these two •J"?/^ OMETHING'S wrong somewhere", staunch friends—Johnny and Pa—to lose jj^^ Johnny said. Perhaps this is the their grip on life. "We can lick um' Pa keynote of William Saroyan's we still got each other." "My Heart Is in the Highlands". The Of this book, Time comments, "That decision as to what is wrong with the drama worldly success means nothing, that artistic is left with the audience. No one person failure means nothing, that that which can say exactly what the author meant by above all matters is man's vaulting imag- his characters and their experiences. ination, his perdurable dream, the spiritual As one critic says, there may be a social geography of his heart." Anna Johnson meaning in this work not apparent to a casual public. But even the most careless of readers cannot help feeling the intense tragedy and pathos of the situation. "Seeing How To Read a Book
can mean feeling, too—even when you do Mortimer J. Adler—Simon and Schuster, not understand exactly what you have New York, 1940, $2.50 seen." now TO READ A BOOK, although The story is concerned with the thread- written primarily for those read- bare existence of "the greatest undiscovered ers who cannot read, is a challenge poet of modern times" and his eager, sym- to literates. How^ to read, what to read, and pathetic, worldly-wise son, Johnny. Into why read are the author's principal themes. these people's obscure lives wanders Jasper The book is divided into three parts. The MacGregor and his flute. The embodiment first tells the role of reading in relation to of despair and loneliness, yet ever hopeful learning; the second, which is the body of of continuing his journey to the Highlands, the book, outlines the steps in learning how
he finds in Johnny real companionship and to read ; the third relates the art of reading understanding. Johnny wheedles food for to that of thinking. Mr. Adler, digging him from the kindly old grocer, Mr. Kasok, deeply, unearths the basic principles of on credit. In return, MacGregor gives to reading "actively" and then displays his Johnny, to the poet, and to the neighbors, finds in a helpful fashion that is free, for the saddest and sweetest of tunes from his the most part, from pedantry, or haziness. flute. The musician's forced return to the How to Read a Book, besides showing poorhouse causes Johnny to exclaim, people how to read, also defends the clas- "Something's wrong, somewhere, Pa!" sics, from which Mr. Adler draws his list The amazinglj" tender conversations of "the great books." and scenes between the poet and his son Scrupulously honest and eminently show extreme understanding and respect sensible, this book is a real guide to free- on the part of both. As the father himself dom in "an age of propaganda and calcu- said, "Johnny is me in my youth again." lated irrationalism." The author believes That Mr. Saroyan's work has been criti- that learning how to read is a sort of self- cized for lack of clarity may be what led education which affords an invaluable Brooks Atkinson to say: "Perhaps it is only protection to society; and which is "within important that ho has created some loN'uble, Continued on Page 32 26 ! ;
^^"^tClll <:z-i-tkilllSilS <^Huls
First place in the Colonnade's November Poetry Contest
"I will lift up mine eyes", the psalmist said, "Unto the hills from which shall come my strength.
Those hills, I picture them—a mighty length Of purple, and the sky behind them red.
The'-e is no soul but would be stirred by that.
But he'-e is only land that's hot and dry And stretches endlessly to meet the sky
There is no sign of hills, for all is flat. But yonder almost at my kitchen door A pine tree lifts its branches toward the sky. How could this lovely thing come from such sod?
I see it, and my heart finds peace once more; My shoulders stiffen, and my head is high. The pine tree reaching heavenwa':-d whispers, "God'
Edith Nunnally
H'uitci
Third Place in the Colonnade's November Poetry Contest
Winter! Oh, its loveliness makes me tingle
To every sparkling evidence that I see. It has not a drab garment
For every frozen pond is silver cloth
Each icicle is a crystal chandelier And bare black trees throw patterned lace Across the sky's blue tafi'eta.
No, its garment speaks of royalty, I know
That's why I love it Carolyn Rouse
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Crippey the back of his head. He wondered if Mr. Goodwin would give him a haircut before Continued from Page 18 the basketball game Thursday night. desire to kill the short blond man who had taken his friend from him. He it was who ." was responsible for Crippey's new hair-cut "All Things Come . . and patent leather shoes, for his estrange- Continued from Page 20 ment from the gang, and, worst of all, for miles away. this new accomplishment—singing. And "Oh, oh I never—you tricked me!" where did the two go when Mr. Goodwin's "And how about you?" Carl replied. little car rolled up in front of Crippey's Both boys were obviously enjoying her house and the two rode away down Ninth chagrin. Then Carl grinned and added, Street and up to the Boulevard? And yet "Forget it—it was a darned clever plot. Mr. Goodwin had the audacity to ask him Too bad I had to know the guy, but, you see, to play on his basketball team. he's going to marry my sister in June."
It was about ten o'clock on a Sunday Pat felt she could stand no more ; this morning when Jeff heard that Crippey was was the end. If only she could dissolve that to sing a solo at the big uptown church. "too, too solid flesh" right then and there! Without actually knowing why, he found "In another minute I'll burst into tears," himself walking the long blocks up the she thought. Boulevard and slipping into the last pew "But, listen! Let's get things straight," of the big church. An atmosphere of hushed Carl continued. "Now before a witness, will reverence made him shrink back into his you go to the Junior Prom with me and seat. He'd never seen such beautiful colored leave the University men alone?" windows or heard such music as that which Pete winked at her and drawled, "Well, swelled from the mighty organ pipes. And I guess that goes to prove that all things then the choir filed in. Jeff blinked his eyes come to her who goes after them." once or twice before he could believe Crip- pey was really one of the singers. Could the angelic face, so serene and shining, and the "Stardust" starched white collar belong to the ragged, Continued from Page 10 dirty Crippey he knew? And then Crippey of my thoroughbreds. I have always done
began to sing — "Panis Angelicus" — . this myself, and I still see to some of it, but Strange, foreign words to Jeff, but they I'm getting too old to run around and see evidently meant something, for the church that fine horses like mine have the proper was hushed in a profound stillness. Jeff ca''e and the correct training that is due looked about him. Every face was lifted them. Will you accept the job?" toward the curly head in the choir lofL, "Will I?" smiled Jack, "Mr. Griffith, and in the seat in front of him an old man that is the one thing that would really be wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. play on a paying basis. I can't think of Jeff listened in amazement to the sweet anything I'd rather do than supervise your tones as they swelled through the church. fine thoroughbreds. I certainly will accept. It was Crippey who was singing to these When do I take over?" rapt faces, Crippey who was giving these "Why, immediately. I'd like to have Miss people such stirring exaltation—such joy. Noland's opinion and ideas in with this He was speaking to them more poignantly training, too. I suppose, however, we could than words could have spoken. Suddenly arrange that." Jeff knew he was proud, intensely proud of "Mr. Griffith, I hope we can arrange Crippey, and grateful to Mr. Goodwin for that. Pat, if you'll just set the date, and what he had done. Mr. Griffith, if you will just give us a few
He caught the eye of Mr. Goodwin who weeks for a short honeymoon . . . What do sat on the back row of the choir. The same you say, Pat?" pride, the same love for the crippled boy And Pat was certain that this was the was on his face. Jeff ran his hand around happiest day in her life. 28 ; ——
Honorable Mention
I wandered slowly up the hill To watch the stars above
As each one winked I felt a thrill For each one was my love.
I wandered -slowly down the hill Back to the blazing town My lonely heart then felt a chill My loves did not come down.
Jo Brumfield
C clc hcc
Honorable Mention
Oh, what a spend-thrift is a tree During autumn's windy weather Flinging to every passing breeze Gold—lightly as a feather.
Alice Goode Cahoon
29 " ! ! : ! PRATTLE By "PRITCH"
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