Daily Trojan, Vol. 25, No. 134, May 15, 1934
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Page T wo Volume* XXV The Southern California Daily Trojan Number 134 SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA DAI LY TROJAN Complete United Press Wire Service Oftirtl mMoum tt Bx Sradcao et d» Uarmo'y at Snetbcm a iturBU. dail* «*Saru/da* tnd 'uodr tet at ■*« c»uipf *m. MibacJiptooo acludad m trudcm artiviq •-Kt ro *vf‘ > *.««». >u^tif>tfOcu bt mtil. pci >eai |4. ^ v iron cdftct of poMicatxm. W •rrrvt ::0 Wi4—^ *o’ldi#c. U» An**!**, Calf ror*ii Privtn! * Do>« Mi fVraa. "16 ^ m Irttc/ioc boolerard, Los Ta» m.rti c!a» ^«w Mtrcb 10. IW, at tht pom e a fH \ncHo. Cairf» »*. and?; ch* art ot March ), 11 T9. Publications aad National Scbolaauc •ticaa. tcffwrnwd tt tbe A. Noma Hill camraav. E* Saa Fraaoaco. 135 Eart 4.'od atrtrt. New ^ ock . U< *ir.ftka; 1004 2nd anflof, Seattle. 12* Tm Mad.»e Htttt. Ch ^_ Prtv Wendell Sether......................Editor Ernest Forcr________-Managing Editor Jack FranKish._______ — ■ Aateunt Editor Pran* Breese-_________^porU Editor Francis Cislini ...........Business Manager Thomas Bonn-r__Assistant Business Ntana#rr Leland Schmiui --Advertising Manager Joe Hlmor.u_____National Advertising Manager K. K Stonier.........Publications Manager Bill Piguet. .Day Editor The Church and \Y ar Mud In ) our Eye By Jack Frankish One of Miss Scott's English classes played a huge Joke on a substitute teacher the other day. Subbing for Miss Seott. who ls 111 at present, she sent <t roll sheet •round for the class to sign. As usual, names of such notables as If Mr Penner was present the class ty" MarceUno. and Quy Lombardo signed as members of the class This was nothing out of the ordinary. but when she actually asked If Mr Penner was prsent, the class roared. They were unable to contain themselves when she called for Mary Piekford. Todayi Sketch: Bob Hitt, frosh track man. waking up at 11:30 p. m. and remembering that he had a date wtth his gal at 8 o'clock. In the meantime she had called the police to look for him According to John Raise 11s, who transferred to S. C. from Connecticut State college several years ago. the students run a regular date bureau at the New England school, and to prove lt. he gives us an ad from the Connecticut Campus, the student newspaper. “A dime a date." ls the the Slgma Nus on her Sunda> night broadcast with Carol Lofner. orchestra from the Beverly-Wil-shire .... the beach loving brothers of a certain house on campus are looking for a house while another one of the boys whc owns one ls standing quietly by . . . . Johnnie Seixas. K. A., ls said to be one of the mose efficient waiters in the Student Union. but Ous puts him In the patio every day where he doesn't get a chance to show his talent. Note to Judy Elliott: Did he From 312 A.D.. when, according to legend, the Emperor Constantine accepted Christianity because of the supposed support derived from the God of the Christian In the battle _________ _ with his rebellious subjects, the official Chris- of the agency which guar- tian church has invariably supported the 1 antees satisfaction, it sounds like state ln war. The intimate connection be- sheet ^ tween the church and the war makers lasted , ‘ ! ^ until the middle of the 17th century when | George Fox. an itinerant preacher, began to ril preach the pernicious doctrine of non-resi- that he hai me shoes of ail dence which, with but few exceptions, was the winning candidates for the despised by organized religion. past several years. By the middle of the 19th century a large j ... number of the more advanced thinkers of H«Ue*. who. by the way. the church and society ln general begin to ™ Hen doubt the justice and religiousness of the especially for Jimmie Bickel and close association of the church and war. Writing on the eve of the Civil war, James R. Loweil said: Ez fer war, I call it murder,— There you hev lt plain and flat I don’t want to go no furder Than my Testament fer that The general revolt of the church against war which followed the Spanish-American episode at the end of the 19th century led those sincerely Interested ln peace to believe that at last the church had honestly begun to teach the principles of Christ, ln this one direction at least. This belief was rudely up- croon real pretty to you at the set during the course of the World war when beach yesterday afternoon? the church not only supported the war. but actually became more vehement in its denun- i Tomorrow is Ditch doy^ for com- , . .. . .... .. ... merce. L. A. S.. and International ciatlon of the enemy and pacifists than did Rations. According to Sherm Jen-the government. sen. Commerce prexy, classes will Of the hundreds of church leaders who had be held in the three colleges but advocated peace and fought against war (in absences win not be counted as “ . ^ ' cuts. The Santa Monica Beach times of peace), only about 20 remained true club be the Mecca for students to the teachings of their Christ. The others, with athletics, swimming, and forgetting their Christianity in their desire to dancing. Hank Rohr, who pumps curry popular favor, not only did not work for j 4nde ^'d! , peace but actively entered into the task of bid for a'place «n the baseball enticing the young men in their congrega- team of one of the colleges tions Into the army, teaching them the “mor- j ... al obligations” Of mass murderers to society. And we hear that one mere male “Beyond all doubt,” Dr. Lansing declared, “our recced a comp bid to panhel and pure motives and purposes have received up- Picked out his^own date, on them the divine sanction God could not * . Hlnuelf m »,«««, to what w, are doing. Last night when all the mothers In the true spirit of brotherly love, as prac-1 were being entertained at the Pi ticed by the church, the clergy declared that KA house. nine fire trucks with “there is a human beast at our doors—a hu- slf"“ Pulled !fP 111 fr°m ._____, of the Trl-Delt house. It was lust man beast who knows no pity and who has a false aUrm whlch xme Jart forgotten all the rules of honor.” that “un-1 alec had turned in for a little extamed barbarians and maritime murder- citement. ers.” were loose ln the world, and that * “Made ... in Germany’ is synonymous with ‘Made in Four small racing car* will course Hell’.” Dr. Hillis recommended the sterill- d0,-n University avenue this mom- th' T ?Tla"on °trmanr and the segregation of the women so that the which wiu be held at the College of German race might be completely extermin- Architecture Saturday nieht. Peg ated. Phillips, president of the college stu- Such an attitude was not the unique pos- 2 'TS'-*™ 4U. » i , , j, tills, &nd Susan Brown will be the session of the American church. The church drivers in the race of all countries, forgetting their Christ, yet speaking directly for God. actively encouraged and supported the governments in their mass attempts at murder. The record of the church and its ministers, those men who tiaim divine inspiration, who attempt to Interpret the div'ne will to the interpretations of Hispanic folk an honorable one The hypocrisy, the COW- Voorhles. appears a; the Hawthorne arclce. the selfishness of the church, has all- auditorium in Beverly Hills. Miss enated that large group of se -ious youm? neo F-P:nel s program win include songs, Si'*'1to ton,, s'stssnissnr £ tn teach.ngs of Christ. The revolt against numbers will be drawn from the tne church, so prevalent ln modern society, ranks of the "forgotten songs" of ls a revolt against hypocrisy against fraud' HisPanlc °rigtn. The affair is be- against a religion that ls not of Chri,t h„* ,glvpP u"dfr the »u,P,ces 01 the of MTmmrm Lnnst but California History and Landmark OI mammon. Club for the benefit of the restora- ii is only through an honest and sincere ,lon ,und oi the Mission San Juan |l| 1 |fl Capistrano. Tuesday, May 1934 Browsings Edited By Les Koritz Courtesy Bookshelf Whither Now, Soldier? Warriors of Modern Battlefields Rank rntans, Romans; Vikings, and Spc With Ancient Crusaders i. Thermopylae The hosts of Persia had beaten steadily all day long against the phalanx of round shields. Immovable and Indestructible, that held the Hot Gates. The proud banners of an hundred kings ar.d satraps had swept forward and wavered and given ground. The seas of the East weie beating against By Juan del Norte i to leap upon the walls: first to clear a mighty space' dirge that Is I at the top until, hurled from the heights, his body and Boredom's the usher, there all went hurtling over and over Into the confusion below j the time to spy on you; whatever Zenith of Naturalism Into one brimming cupful of realism pour five or six heavy doses of post-war disillusionment — our own •'mal de slecle"—and you get the maximum amount of literary gloom. “Journey to the End of the Night" has a whole gallon of realism and a tankful of disillusionment. Every pretense, every vestige of hypocrisy, every pretty rationalization ls mercilessly tom away from the face of reality. The result ls somethin! fascinatingly morbid. That adjective “morbid" has been overworked and abused. Perhaps “macabre" would be better here. For Louis-Perdinand Celine (real name: Destouches), the author, ls a man who pierces right to the frightful core of things and ls stricken not with terror but with disgust. The book ls written ln first person, and ls largely (though not entirely) autobiographical. It ls composed of the thoughts and adventures of one Ferdinand Bard-amu, a medical student who ls 20 years old at the outbreak of the war, and Is caught up protestlngly Into the mad. futile tolls of the hysteria. Ingeniously, by simulating mental weakness, he extracts himself, and ls finally released. He goes to Africa, where the rawness of Ufe ls more manifest than ever to him. When he recovers from a raging fever, he finds himself on a galley, bound for New Vork. He manages to escape, stays a while ln New York and Detroit, and then comes back to Paris. Setting up as a neighborhood physician, he ls drawn into a series of unsavory cases and affairs that complete his moral breakdown. He clings despondently, at the end, to his last shreds of self-esteem. "Journey to the End of the Night" ls macabre, yes: It ls strong, strong stuff: but lt ls powerful ln Its darkness. It may be likened to a trip through a sewer, but a sewer filled with shapes and sights and sounds that are troubllngly close to all of us. Bardamu's is the tragedy of disillusion, unrelieved. He searches fitfully for the love, the Inspiration, the hope that make life livable; and all he can find ls apathy and resignation. Here ls his philosophy, ln part: “But Just as the sick man is allowed to roll over ln bed and ln lUe, so we have a perfect right to flop over, too, onto the other side: it’s the only thing one can do and the only defense that's been found against Destiny. It's no good expecting to drop one's misfortune anjrwhere en route. It’s as lf one's misfortune were some ghastly-looking female, and somehow one had married her. Maybe It's better to end up by loving her a little than to wear oneself out by beating her all one’s life. “Living, Just by Itself — what a Life ls a classroom Literary Lin es El Cauchero The wind in the jungle The hot, still wind . .. I can hear lt. And tha Rio Negro , , It still slips on. Silent as black eternity. Through the dank Jungle Through the forest, slier In its noises. I fear lt; It clutches my heart Like the Claw of Pate I hate the green-ness; But I must go back. Back into that green hell With the Jaguar and the python And death. ^ Adlosl •The Rubber-Hunter. ■ Ju&n del Non* Cupid Cramps “In the spring a young man’s (incv. So the poem goes. Makes him press the only pants he Has, and want new clothes. Orade school stude and collegs grsd Little Nell to Gramps. None refuse the “amo" fad Or escape th« Cupid cramps. That staring, vacant, fixed smile, The walking as on air; The primping, rouging all the while. Or sleeking of the hair ,,, All are signs, for this Is sprint: We're seeing plenty of That infinite, elusive thing That ancients titled “lova.* . . . Yet, to the pillagers of the dead, his eyes were blankly calm, his mouth firm of purpose. V. Rain and rain and rain. The long causeway was the gates of Europe ... All day long the soldier— black and slippery with blood and water. Cortes, the man-had struggled, his steel eyes hard, his gash attempting to escape from Tenohtitlan in the dead of ___________________ of a mouth grim. Of average size and appearance, , night, had been caught. Wave after wave of Indians 1 most unbearable thrill, a 24-hour With iTTf*avanrl cuiraxs and nlnmpH hplm h*» rrnnrh. ' «____. „ ____ .. _ ______________________________________nnmiioHort oHIIv.nHIv happens, you’ve got to look as If you | were awfully busy all the time doing something that’s terribly exciting— or he'll come along and nibble your brain. A day that ls nothing but a mere round of the 24 hours Isn’t to be borne. It has to be one long, al- wlth greaves and cuirass and plumed helm, he crouched behind hls round shield and with red sword helped to stem the Persian tide. An unholy and manatic light was in his grey eyes. He was a Spartan. It was good to die for Sparta and for Ares . . . When the Persians had gained their Inglorious victory and the field lay sUent and bloody that night, the red moon shone full on the face of the man whose sightless eyes were turned to Persia and the East. n. The little brown Romans had crossed the Alps and poured their endless legions Into black Gaul. The golden eagles of the Caesars tossed In the dark forests. And foremost of the van . . . his grey eyes a little leaped from the canoes onto the causeway, catching at the Spaniards' feet, striving to pull them to a black death ln the waters . . . Fighting steadily with a grim and bearded face, was the man ... a Uttle older from the centuries, a Uttle grimmer about the mouth, a little greyer about the eyes. And when he slipped Into the black ooze, his parting glance seemed to welcome death. VI. Waterloo and five o'clock. The young sun was waning ln the west. Wellington gave the word, and like a red and steel storm from the hills, the Dragoons and FusiUers and Cuirassiers swept upon the Old Guard and the rem#ants of the French veterans. i older, his skin and hair a Uttle darker . . . was the Sabres flashing, red tunics gleaming, impetuous and man tho finhta* Q/<n r. W n _______1 I _________.... Keynotes By Velma Bishop Sponsored by the School of Music reversion to Christianity that the church can ever hope to again interest the youth of the world ln organized religion. It is only when the church, ln times of stress and and the dePartment of musical or- actua! sacrifW ran nrn®. A , lnrou8“ ganlzations, the S.C concert orches- onH ' .v, , Tf. sincere tr* will be heard in its annual spring ana cnristian tnat lt will ever attract the concert this evening in Bovard aud- honest and enlightened support of an enlieht- ltorlum The orchestra under the ened humanity leadership of Alexander Stewart, will rS'°,Z7n° “'r '"'»«»«*»>>* =•" thank SL bTS God that a small portion of the clergy at admission win be charged and the least ln America, is beginning to realize the entlre student body is invited* true merit of the teachings of the man they I ... profess to follow. To a recent questionnaire1 John Pennl,;?ton, violinist in the sent to 100,000 clergymen ln the United Stat...' lfi?,donc,8tr!n* t>,iartet’ Join'”* °7»0«™ to* <•>' of these 13,997 said they believed “that the Prc,grams for mu&ic>lovers of Pasa-churches of America should now go on rec-' dena 11)6 ,lrst these chamber ord as refusing to sanction or support anv «’l*n‘Lreclulf wi!‘ ** “v,,n Thu^ay future war” y "eninE snd the progr.m will be tuture war devoted to the works of classic com- For the first time since 312 A D, when the P°sers with compositions by Vera-church became the handmaiden of the army I clJl1- Jean s^hickhard Byrd, Fam-a vigorous, dissenting element is demanding serVie5PUwrmlLB^,1*nd^HfJdn J*1* that the church itself should live up to the i the balance of this ^ntWnd the teachings of its founder. Such a church would oonr>"ding program wiu be given again receive the approbation of man. on June 4 —AT. man, the fighter. Scars he bore now, and his armor was dented and worn. But he marched happUy and proudly carried the eagle of his emperor. in. Like plagues from the north, the longboats of the Vikings rwept the grey north Atlantic. Beaked and terrible, they cruised the known coasts, and men ln thetr proud halls trembled at the coming and buried ; treasures deep ln the earth. Eric, the DevU, had come out of Norway and driven Slward, the Dane, to his keep, and had conquered Leofrlc of Mercia: and the fat kings of France trembled ln despair that the Wolf of the North was raging again ... In the greatest of beaked boats, ln Eric's own ship, saUed the man . . . fighting as hard as he had fought ln any century. And he helped to make Erics' name synonymous with death. IV. Acre and the Crusaders. For days, under the blazing against the pent-up Saracens, and swept back from the thick walls ln defeat. And many of the proudest banners of Normandy and Anjou and England were ■ burled ln the moats or smothered ln the dust . . | Foremost up the scaling ladders was the man; first tone, Miss Ruth Bartow, S.C. *t.n. i ~ ~ dent, will present the only spring senior recital ln pipe organ. Friday evening ln the Shatto chapel of the First Congregational church. The Gutlmant "Sonata ln D minor" for the organ will be the highlight of I the program, which Includes compositions by Bach and other well known organ composers. Miss Bar-! tow U a pupil of Walter F Skeele, 1 dean emeritus of the Schol of Music. wUd, they cut into the Old Guard with a great shock. All was a moll of horses and men and steel . . . and a British Dragoon ln the center of the fray reared his horse high and toppled off with a bayonet ln his heart. It was the man . . . VII. 1818 . . . September. The great purple cloud of war hung over France. Field pieces boomed and the grerft guns roared. Lines of men and trucks Crawled endlessly on. The armies of all the nations were locked ln the conflict of death . . , High against a steel-grey sky, a silver plane soared and zoomed. A lone American birdman winged his way into the east. And out of the east came four Fokkers with Maltese crosses on their wings, and swooped like wasps on their prey. With turning and zooming and the crack of machine-guns. the struggle went on. And, at length, the lone birdman went down ln a burst of flames, hls hurt plane screaming Uke an anguished thing ... It was the man ln goggles and helmet, grim to the death. It was the fighter. copulation wUly-nllly. H?re too we have a fair sample of Celines' style. It ia the apotheosis of slangy philosophizing. The language ls that of the slums—nothing "arty." nothing ‘'literary.” It hit* home; lt ls unlovely, but so is life. To call “Journey to the End of the | Night" a “significant” book would be to evade the Issue. Just as "Ulysses” has in lt a summary of all the postwar "decadent” novels of distraught sophistication, of tragedies of Intellect, of ultia-cynlcal hopelessness. It wUl probably go down tn Uter-ary history as a landmark, lf lt does not suffer the general fate of the fine novels that have come out of France ln the past few years and die neglected. It will also go down as the book that failed to get the Prix Ooncourt. As a result of the decision that give the award to some other book, the Ooncourt academy was nearly broken up. It caused no end of literary battles from France to New York. It has been damned and beatified. Certainly anyone who Is interested ln the “modem temper,” ln the pulse of our garish age, should not Ignore lt. But Just as certainly, anyone who has Ideals and would cling to them, should shun it as he would the loathsome bodily disease whose mental counterpart lt represents. -LX. Padraic OfDoona Padralc ODoon, Padraic ODoon, Riding away to the Ught af ths moon. Laughed at the Khaa With his caravan. And over the desert came ringing hit toa« “War and love, war and love ., , Nothing ls better below or above But to roam and to love and to fight at vl From the lowest vale to the topmoct hill. And so let lt be till I die ... till I die, So let lt be tUl I dlel* Padraic ODoon. Padrale ODoon Rode Uke the wind through the marohet of Soot Laughed at the Khan With his caravan Who had sworn for his head, but he ever did era "Red is the sword, red ls the sword. Red with the blood of the Mongoloid horde. And many a girl have I kissed on the mouth In the homes of the Klnt;s of the East and the bon And so let lt be tUl I die . .. till I die, So let it be tUl I die I* Padraic ODoon, Padraic ODoon, Fighting tlU dawn with his back to the moo Laughed at the Khan With his caravan. And red waa his sword like a scarlet festoon; And the glory of war, the glory of war, Shone ln each eye like a doom-dealing Mar. HU weapon was duU at the coming of dawn And he laughed till the end, and the wivsi of Khan Cried In their pride, as he died ... as he died, With his sword ... by the Marshes of Koon. ,,, Juan del Korn When will he next appear? whither fight? Whither will he go, Calendar S.C. Broadcasts The Biltmore music room will again be the scene of the concert of the Western Artists' league next Monday evening, when a program ls to be presented by Leona Neblett, violinist. Raymond McFeeters, pianist, and Marianne Mabee. soprano. The Schumann violin sonata ln D 9 50 a m.—Joan McMaster, Ruth Laveaga, Edith Gibbs, and Patricia ! The Common Heard Hosford meet Marthaellen Broom- ! 11:30-11:45 A #:5i-10 20 A. M KFAC Assembly Scholarship Program. field ln the W.8.O.A. office on the second floor of the Student Union this morning. 9 55 a.m.—Alpha Chi Alpha meeting ! in 222 Student Union. All active I and pledge members are requested to attend. 9 55 a.m.—Delbert Brown, Keith Ev- I M. KNX Mummy KRKD Unlver- Club. 2 15-2 30 P M slty CoUege. 8:15-8.30 KNX University Concert Orchestra. Editor,*Daily Trojan: Ignorance is no grounds for criticism. Yesterday's editorial stated that a recount was necessary due to the fast reading and faulty recording of votes. Anyone who was ln the room at the time of the counting knows that ample paper was supplied and that only In a few cases were the total results for each candidate different. In these few cases where one or two had a discrepancy of a few votes the majority Texaa Strikers Battle ans Bnh ' HOUSTON, Texas, May 14.—<UB>— I Ul . lew yuicb me UIBJUIIVJ ini- F»ri 1I-.H ctUAh- Three men were wounded late today ! of the counters agreed as to the final LHand Srhinirif'iw. *rn,Vr“' "L' wh5J? and rifles barked again calculation. People who know little Charles Puah 1 2' ,n l*“ battle between shipping com- I of the true situation are usually the of Mfrfhrnrfi.inl the School pan les and union dockworkers fight-! first to criticize and the last to co-ant 8 office. Import- mg to keep non-union men from operate ln seeing that our student minor and several short numbers' 12 m _oulll eluh 1* ^ working at Texas poru. government Is carried on ln the ! will be played by Miss Neb’ett, and eon 321 Bt Stentr, c! “>“*>'» shoonng. right manner. Mr McFeeter's will give Bach's Ital- land Greever. Dr John D cSke’ | w«eunt£ plc'kets^'to IS ,The <‘lectlon committee, composed lan concerto for piano. Miss Mabee Rosemarv Lick Myia Haynes 1.01s hoard ih? “d 10 of repi 2»enUtlve students, put forth — - ~ Assisted by Leland Oreen. bart- I k- be heard ln two groups of songs by , , “*ucnm°re ana Audrey Raymer , , Bach. Kom*old. Arensky, and Clo- at the clubhouse cablaet meeting ------------- 1 curata n m i. „ ary societies meet ln 322 Student 1 0 D m Athena Aristotelian Liter- Union I Bernard Hirshfield, EleoMons Commissioner. Her Mother For an entire summer I wondered both fesrtullj 1 hopefully Just what sort of person HER motho « be. Of course, being HER mother, she must ~-be almost perfect, but stUl I wondered. Hoptoc the best, and sincerely expecting the wone-l not have been 17 and done otherwlre. All during the preceding winter I had we ceedlngly interested ln HER. HER mann tlons, HER abilities.—I even went to the « — writing poetry. I wrote about HER n0**' HER hair curled about HER ears-But of a planner than a dreamer, I wondered » mother. Questioning, surreptitiously, and be means. I discovered that HER sister wo spring. Now I could compare the w, ^ what HER mother must be like. And1 bef parting ln the spring, I received the p visit from HER mother ln the fall, returned. The sister came, and went, w parisons and compilations made, were > For stul I could not make mysetf accep elusions. . Then, after a summer of doubt, fear «' • tlon, and the periods of exallion and companylng them, came the letter as the final one of the summer. ^ Immediately written reply naming a p for five o'cloc... September 17. Air mall haa w within the hour. g.. | FlnaUy the day. and the hour 1rrjv ^ under the comer clock, I watched ^ approach the top of Its circle, an 1 center on five. Then, marking t d. of my spirits, the long marker beg ^ quarter after. And the half-ho yr cheerful honk, as the Uttle brown to the curb. I had an almost panicky around the coiner and disappear ^ ^ But a wind-browned arm stretched laughing eyes looked at me from 1 "And this ls my mother.” aW«dy “Hello, why I feel that I been hearing so much about y°u (he psj- The sun-and-wind-reddened^ a ^ m(f, woman smiled at me. And the 5 ^ (be skin deep, it smiled its way tired, wui“' That waa like HER Both wereR mott'*1' and dusty. Yet they smiled. jti home-folks. And to make it periw. 300 miles since the last drink, for a sotM."
|Title||Daily Trojan, Vol. 25, No. 134, May 15, 1934|
|Contributing entity||University of Southern California|
Page T wo Volume* XXV The Southern California Daily Trojan Number 134 SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA DAI LY TROJAN Complete United Press Wire Service Oftirtl mMoum tt Bx Sradcao et d» Uarmo'y at Snetbcm a iturBU. dail* «*Saru/da* tnd 'uodr tet at ■*« c»uipf *m. MibacJiptooo acludad m trudcm artiviq •-Kt ro *vf‘ > *.««». >u^tif>tfOcu bt mtil. pci >eai 4. ^ v iron cdftct of poMicatxm. W •rrrvt ::0 Wi4—^ *o’ldi#c. U» An**!**, Calf ror*ii Privtn! * Do>« Mi fVraa. "16 ^ m Irttc/ioc boolerard, Los Ta» m.rti c!a» ^«w Mtrcb 10. IW, at tht pom e a fH \ncHo. Cairf» »*. and?; ch* art ot March ), 11 T9. Publications aad National Scbolaauc •ticaa. tcffwrnwd tt tbe A. Noma Hill camraav. E* Saa Fraaoaco. 135 Eart 4.'od atrtrt. New ^ ock . U< *ir.ftka; 1004 2nd anflof, Seattle. 12* Tm Mad.»e Htttt. Ch ^_ Prtv Wendell Sether......................Editor Ernest Forcr________-Managing Editor Jack FranKish._______ — ■ Aateunt Editor Pran* Breese-_________^porU Editor Francis Cislini ...........Business Manager Thomas Bonn-r__Assistant Business Ntana#rr Leland Schmiui --Advertising Manager Joe Hlmor.u_____National Advertising Manager K. K Stonier.........Publications Manager Bill Piguet. .Day Editor The Church and \Y ar Mud In ) our Eye By Jack Frankish One of Miss Scott's English classes played a huge Joke on a substitute teacher the other day. Subbing for Miss Seott. who ls 111 at present, she sent