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MARUON AND WHITE
THE GRAND BALL
With the first chord of the resounding
music, the triumphant march started its
glittering way down through the center
of the ball-room. Alt was a glorious sight.
The intelligentsia sparkled and glimmered.
and the poor shone all the more radiantly
in their poverty. A light seemed to shine
above their heads, a mighty blinding
light-a magnificent halo-so strong, so
bright, that it was difficult to see them
clearly. But one recognized them as they
passed, for their words had been constantly
quoted: their deeds had been flashed
throughout the world.
King Arthur and Guinevere led the pro-
cession. Arthur's armor brightly shone.
His stature, his poise. his regal bearing
made him different, more powerful, more
wonderful than all the rest. He was a
fitting figure to lead that march. the march
of ages, the authors' fancies and the poet's
dreams come true.
Next came Robinson Crusoe and that
prominent Swiss gentleman, Mr. Robin-
son. The martyrs of maroondom, the
idols of most children, they certainly de-
served their position of importance. Dressed
in clothes of bark and vegetarian matter.
they exhibited their skill and craftiness,
their appearance alone hinting of their
wonderful feats. their super-human accom-
plishments, their thrilling experiences. In
their party was also Mr. R.obinson's closest
of kin, the head of the other well-known
Swiss family, which has been so well de-
scribed by Christopher Morley.
Just then the bugles trumpeted more
loudly, the curtains at the end of the ball-
room parted, and a fair-haired lass named
appeared, drawing a golden
this rode three black bears: a
mama bear, a papa bear, and a little baby
bear. How appropriate was their entrance
best-known characters of all
the book world. "Once upon a time there
were three bears." How often have we
told their story, how many times have we
thrilled to their experiences! They are the
veritable saviors of all nurses, parents. and
would-be sandmen. Without them no
chronicle of book characters could be com-
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Next came the Clemens tribe: the prince
and the pauper walking arm in arm.
Which is which no one knows. Tom
Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn follows.
How empty the annals of youth would be
without themf Puddin'head Wilson
and the Connecticut Yankee. innocents
and tramps: grandly do they march.
proudly do they strut, a humorist's con-
tribution to the world, a genius's charac-
Mrs. Leigh and Sir Amyas, who had
just returned from a voyage to the Vkfest.
slowly paced across the hall. How proudly
she watched her son. how she revelled in
the rare delight of having him near her.
There they go. he fresh from hazy sand
hills and the wide western sea: she the lady
of Burroughsg both subjects of her most
glorious majesty, Queen Elizabeth.
How time flies, how memories come
and go. David Balfour and Alen Break
have just passed. Captain Kid and John
Silver. Paul de Kruif's microbe hunters
and hunger fighters all have passed by.
Peg and her Jerry, Silas Marner, Abby
Deal-the March of Time, they lived and
died: the clock ticks on.
Here comes George Babbitt. the Amer-
ican man. A true example of our desultory
life, his story is a wonderful biography
of the ordinary American, the regular
man. Elmer Gantry follows him. What
a splendid picture of manhood, what a
noble-looking man! Ah--well, looks can
Carmela, the singer: the Abbess and
her maid, once more alive, radiant, droop-
ing, gone.-James Stephens two philoso-
Dhers, the Grey Woman. the Thin
Woman. there they are. pallid, old. and
wise.-Ben Hur, Helen of Troy, and on
Thousands of them pass by, millions
of them trudge on, the writers' indivi-
duals, our bookfolk. And so the night
deepens. But before the first grey streak
of dawn silvers the eastern sky, they have
vanished,-A passing fancy, a world ever
Class of 1934.