Central High School - Brecky Yearbook (Washington, DC)

Text from Pages 1 - 54 of the 1939 volume:

olzjfdelzfiaffy HO SAID there's nothing new under the sun? It was probably some Greek fhilosopherg he couldn't know that something diiferent would come along in No- vember, 1939. He was born a little more than thirty years too soon. Too bad! He had no idea of whatifhe was going to miss. tlf he had, he might for once have had a difficult time philosophizing over not getting it.j Yes, though Philo may have had something we haven't got-laurel wreaths and Persian about Classical Music, or to beat time to the Swing Stuff that's so vigorously poured forth a few pages hence? Was that ancient and hon- orable Greek able to take a trip to South America? tDid he even know such a place existed?j Could he get inside dope on our football team, or a photograph of it for of any- thing elsel? Could Mr. Philo G. find out about How to Write a Textbook, or jump onto Central's Merry-go-Round? Could he read and enjoy a whole bevy of shoft stories? QConld he read?j ' Philo probably would have jumped into the handiest sea if he had known he wouldn't be able to partake of this feast. And what would he have done if he had been aware that this was only the first course? Out of the past comes a sorrowful moan. CMaybe he's one of 'em in Chance of a Ghost Time.j Disillusioned Philo has deserted his philosophy. 2 But we don't have to desert anything except our worries. Let's forget everything else now and just enjoy ourselves. wk 4: af an VVe all believe in living a full life-in extracting the utmost enjoyment and the utmost profit from every minute of every day of every year, Are we doing it? As you turn these pages, you will note a variety of material-articles, special features, depart- ments-new to the IIEVTEVV. Info it we have en- deavored to inject a new vitality-to give you something that will make your life more full. The following item was printed in THE REVIEW to what is to come. Actually it might better be called Preview. It is a preview of the new, 1940 REVIEW. With it the ball has been set rolling. As it gathers momentum, moving faster and faster, it will grow, like a snowball moving down a hillg it will grow bigger and better. It will speed through the obstructions of boredom and care, and bring to you extra dividends in entertain- ment and value. That is its objective. Somebody-perhaps that same Greek philoso- pher-said you can't please everybody. VVe're going to try. in 4- 4- fs W'e'd like to meet you. VVe'd like to take you behind the scenes and show you what makes the wheels of a magazine go round. The question is. 'how to do it? The first choice would be for you to come up to 311-A and meet first-hand the mysterious per- sons who have their nomiua scattered like autumn leaves through these pages. But in case climbing up three Hiqhts of stairs seems a little too much for you, Weill make it easier and come to you via the printer's ink. Let's get together for another chat the twenty-fourth of january. Is it a date? 4 Confidentially yours, The Editors JANUARY BRINGS YOU' JOBS COLLEGE J ITTERBUGS SYM PHONIES BOOKS SPORT S SUCCESS and Stories, Poems, Features. Watch for the V JANUARY REVIEW THE Review 3 CENTRAL IHIIIGIHI SCIHIOOIL WASHHNGTON, IDP. C. Voi, 53. November, 1939 No 1 .dn Chix .dssue Cover Design by Robert Thomas Sfories Whirligig ........ 1-4 ................. Five Minutes He Carved ....... She Won't Sell---.. ............... Chance of a Ghost Time .....,,.... John Diggins 3 ,,.,...... Paul . M cGill .. e,e..,,.,...,e Donna Hill Charlotte Davis The Other Spectator .............. .... ..... . J . G. 'Deane johnny Was Good ......,.............. ,......, J cz-ck Smith VVhen It Happens ...,.... .. ........ ,....,.... G Ioria Lnbar gieafuros u Across the Equator in an Icebox--I--.------- Jason Geiger Swing's the Thing ........... .. .........,............ ............................ I Listen-and Live ....... .. ...... .. .....,.. .............e....,.,.e..... : .......... s ......... Meet Your Principal ...... ............ ................eee. e..A 4......,.. H 0 l 0 n Daz Central's Merry-Go-Round ........ .........e E d Solonfon, Joan Bryan Linear Measure----,-- ............. .......... . .- D. 2. Bob N ai-man Amazonian Athletics. ............. ....,..., . M .. Barbara Tha! How to Write a, Textbook ......... ..... . Amos E. Taylor, Jr. oems Gyrations ...... Rams ....................... -- ............ -- Victory ,--s--....---.. ..... - ..... .. ...... Night Mail --- .... 4. ..... - ......... .... ....... . Song of the Buccaneer ........... Murmur in a Toy Balloon ......... eparfnzerzfs Qoniidentially ................... ....... ---..,.eHclan Daz -,..--Betty Bond Charlotte Davis harlotte Davis - ...... ---Charlotte Davis .. ......, Charlotte Davis Inside Front C over hdltorlal ....... - ...................... - ........ .. ......... .... - ................................. Mr. Hoover's Message ,......... Centrale Vanguard ......... Hi-Lites is ..,.,... 1 ............... Reviews and Previews ........ ffffffffiiliiiiiiili 5 12 27 28 39 42 45 7 14 15 16 19 23 Z6 34 6 13 22 35 41 44 2 10 30 32 36 THE Rnxinw i ' ' I ' The Review Central High School K. 'A ' .- . limi I ,gy -L -f 1 XQSTNS-4' if 'Q 41341- EDITORIAL STAFF Editor: James G. Deane. Associate Editors: Helen Daz, Jack Smith, Edwn Solomon, Amos Taylor. Literary Editors: Betty Bond, john Diggins, Jason Geiger, Bernice Haimovicz, Marguerite Hodges. Exchange Editor: Betty McCrahon. Secretary: Christine Taylor. ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY Art Editor: Homer Smith. Artists: Donna Hill, Pace Motta, Robert Thomas. Photographic Editor: Blair Slaughter, Sidney Silverman, assistant. BUSINESS General Business Manager: Robert Hill. Finance Manager: Mary Bass. Subscription Manager: William Grubbs. Publicity Manager: Fred Edwards. Advertising Manager: joseph Cohen. Circulation Manager: Jack Cohen. Mailing Manager: Paige McCleod. Secretary: Gladys Brown. PRINTING Printing Managers: Harry Drazin, Sidney Sholtz, John Diggins. Assistants Max Adelson, Joseph Herron, Edward Hisey, Bernard Ratfel. ADVISERS Literary: Miss Bessie Whitford. Art: Miss Katherine E. Summy, Miss Jean Dorrel, Business: Miss Lois E, Yeck. Printing: Mr. Harold G. Crankshaw. Published in four issues annually by the students of Central High School. Twenty-five cents per copy, forty-five cents a semester by subscription. Entered as second-class matter a-t the Post Of- fice, Washington, D. C. THE Rnvrsw E21 We Gather Together At least once, often twice, a week, Central High School assembles in its auditorium. What enjoye- ment, what value, collective and personal, is the school getting from these assemblies? Assemblies have several functions. First, per- haps, is the bringing together of the school, the arousing of a spirit of unity in the student body. Though assemblies alone cannot combine 2500 particles into one, they can be an important factor in unifying the school. Were the hundreds of Central students never brought together in this way, they would have little conception of the size of their school, of their relation with their fellow students. Much of the education they might re- ceive would be lost to them. The assembly makes of the school a community. Then, the assembly provides a medium of con- tact between the faculty and the student body. How many Centralites would know the principal if there were no assemblies? It also acts as an outlet for the talents of many Central students, the benefits of which would otherwise be missed by the school and largely by the individuals them- selves. Almost unnecessary to mention is the en- tertainment value of the assembly, looked for and expected by all, and of course one of its main purposes. One more most important aspect remains to be mentioned: the thought value of the assembly. Hard as it may be for a high-school student to think about anything but the game tomorrow or that date Friday night, by introducing to him an appealing subject through an authoritative speaker or some other agency, by combining entertainment with information, it is possible to interest him to the extent that he will employ that much abused brain of his, and something profitable will have been accomplished. Thus an assembly can be and should be, both entertaining and profitable. In a city that is so much a center of knowledge, in a city that has so many well-informed persons with a message for youth, in a situation, in short, so advantageous as ours, if Central is unable to have assemblies that both serve and appeal to the school, something is amiss. Make full use of Central's advantages. Afford talented students an opportunity to exercise their gifts. Present speakers from their respective fields on subjects of interest to youth. Combine interest and value, entertainment and profit, in the as- sembly programs. The result will be something each week to which Central High School will look forward, something it will like, and some- thing that will make it a better community. Let us have vital assemblies. Training For Peace In a world part of which has already plunged into war, and the rest of which seems to be pre- paring to do the same, it may seem strange to say that a military organization is training for any purpose other than war. Yet the Washing- ton High School Cadet Corps is doing precisely that. It is training boys for peace. Over three hundred Central boys are members of the Cadets, three hundred of several thousand in the corps. These boys are receiving instruc- tion in the fundamentals of military drill. This training is developing in them self-reliance, alert- ness, coordination, obedience to discipline, and other qualities all-important in the struggle that is life today. It is building these boys into fine men and fine citizens. It is making them leaders. Is such a training for war? The boys of the Cadet Corps will be among the leaders of the thought and action of their generation, their train- ing is for citizenship, for living. It is by the clear thinking and straightforward action of hon- est and capable men that peace will be maintained. Building a nation of such men is not the way to war. If, indeed, the time should ever come when they are needed, Central's cadets will be ready. If the time does not come, it will be because of them. The Cadet Corps is training for peace. Time Does Fly N o one needs to be told that time flies. NVe all know that it does, from experience. fRemember that test that sneaked up on you so unexpectedly ?j What may not be so commonly realized is that time may fly in two different ways: it may be a pleasant and profitable flightg or it may be just the contrary. For example, take the case of Albert and Al Ctwo different persons, quitej. Albert managed to have a swell time doing all sorts of things- clubs, cadets, publication work, swimming, dances, all the games-outside his classrooms, at the same time doing his regular work as satisfactorily and expeditiously as could be desired. Boy, he cer- tainly wished he had more time for things! But A1-poor Al, he moped around, drifting from one thing to the next, letting time breeze by, making few real friends and having still less of a happy time of it. To top it all, his teachers just couldn't seem to understand him. Graduation came. Albert glowed in the excite- ment of awards and a class office and any number of welcome things. And then off to college on that big scholarship! And Al-well, not very cheerful, Al started work a week later and didn? live very happily ever after. . Which little tale serves as an excellent illustra- tion of what every good Centralite should be aware of: that since Central High School offers so many opportunities for a good time well spent, it's a downright shame to miss out on them. And if you don't, time will fiy in the right way for you. The Meaning Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And ,forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen. The Lord's Prayer. Each morning we repeat these words, words known to us better, perhaps, than any others. As we say them, as we mutter this prayer with bowed heads, do we feel a strange spirit within us, an indescribable feeling of sad- ness and pity and anger and contemplation, all mixed together? And do we ever sense, as we say those words, the significance of them? For there is a significance. The words of the Lord's Prayer have much more for us than a familiar sound. In a world where every step means a struggle, in a society where men must live together and work together and die together, in a life where happiness is so difficult to find, the Lord's Prayer is something to which we might well devote real thought. When we turn our eyes down, tomorrow morn- ing, and begin once more to say those oft-repeated words, let us remember what they mean to us. Let us be sincere. The Editorsfwill welcome the comment of readers on matters of current interest. Correspondence may be left at The Review office, 311 A or at the main office. Tx: Rrvuw Nl Qegicafeg To 0u 'THE I Review Vol.. 53 p .Novemlbe1r, H939 No. ll nfmjlzirfiqiq V JOHN Dreams '40 I y T WAS an autumn. morning. .The air was fresh and cool. The sober trees seemed to drink deeply of it, then to bow gratefully. A man walked lightly alone under the trees. He was about forty-five, his hair was turning gray at the temples 3 and he had that settled look a man gets after years of contented marriage. As he walked, he actually felt a spring in his step. It was a new sensation for himg at least, new to him now. Business, it seemed, had always robbed him of his ease, his peace of mind. Now, though fand he smiled a little wistfully, perhapsj, there was no worry about stocks going up or down, no fear, upon opening the morning paper, of finding some war or revolt or change in government which might send stocks tumbling off their already un- easy perches. Stopping in front of a dingy red-brick building, he considered it for a moment. Then, walking briskly, he mounted the steps leading to the front door, which he entered, and went down a long corridor, passing several doors, opening one, and walking in with an air of familiarity. It was quite a large room, where several men and women were talking in low tones. Over at one end of the room stood a desk with a low railing around itg a middle-aged woman sat there, talking to a young man. As his eyes became accustomed to the change in light, he was greeted by a hearty voice. Fred Spencer! You old horse thief! Surprised, he looked' at the speaker, tall, rather thin, one of those men who look as if they carry liver pills about with them. Eh? What? Bill! Bill, Sumner! Where on earth did you drop from ? Their faces wreathed in smiles, they shook hands eagerly and warmly. Oh, I've been around. Say, how are things going with you? Couldn't be better! It's funny, running into you here, of all people. Times have certainly changed since the old Harvard days, haven't they ? Cha,nged? I'll say! Remember the first time we met? Remember it! I'll never forget it, Fred. It was at the first frat dance of the year. I had just asked4Mary for a dance, when you came barging in andclaimed she'd promised the dance to you. We went out beside the boat house. When you took off your coat, I saw the New Hampshire state seal on your watch fob. Then I found you had lived only two houses down the street from me in Concord. Well, after that, we just couldn't iight. Both smiled, glorious memories flashing back into their minds. And that last year! Remember the boat races on the Charles? And the Yale football game? I yelled 'Rhinehart' so much that afternoon my throat still feels hoarse. Bill added, smiling Tn: Rnvxzw l5l grimly, We won the Yale game. But that Dart- mouth onel Lost my whole month's allowance on that one. Had too much money for a kid my age, anyway. Guess we both did. Never thought I'd live to see the day old 'Spendthrift Spencer' would say those words. They say time changes everything. I guess I've changed with it, said Fred. We both have. They went on talking, in a reminiscent way, forgetful of their present surroundings. They had been very close in college, had roomed together. eaten together, had dates together. They had shared their frequent good luck and their intre- quent bad. After college, they had gone into the stock market as partners. Boy! That was some killing we made in th? fall of '27, said Bill, with a note ot longing. '28 was just about as good. We were smart. In those days one was either a bull or a bear! Not us, though! It was whatever suited our purpose. 'Drive 'em up and sell 'em short l' That was our motto. Too bad we split up. I wonder what ever put the idea into our heads that we could do better alone? It wasn't jealousy. We were never touchy or angry with each other. It must have been just plain restlessness, natural in young men our age, I guess. By the way, what did you do with your share of the partnership ? With a smile. Fred said, I was smart! I put mine in with Sam Insull and his 'Utilities' li' I was smart, too! Mine went into Florida real estate! Say, did you ever get married. as you were always threatening to do ? Yes, I met a swell girl the very week we broke up, met her at a dance and married her three months later. Got a couple of the best kids in the world. Later on this afternoon, I'll take you up to the house to meet the wife and kids. I guess they almost know you now, I've told them so much about you. That's swell. I never did get around to marrying. Kinda wish I had-now. It gets awfully lonesome, living alone. On they talked, covering every minute of every hour of every day, almost, since the last time they had met. Friendships, fun in college, success in business-suddenly they were brought back to earth. Out of a clear sky someone called, Frederick Spencer next. Is Mr. Spencer here? Don't hold up the line. It was the middle-aged woman at the desk. Fred sighed, looked at Bill, and said, I'd for- gotten-for a moment. See you when your turn is over. He walked up to the desk at the far end of the room where the woman, bending over her writing, did not immediately look up. He cleared his throatg she raised her head. Mr. Frederick Spencer? Fred wet his lips and, with a quick glance at Bill, answered, Yes, Your application for W.P.A. has been granted. You will work two and a half days a week at 57.45. Report to Project Number 539, Wilkes and Central Streets. Give this note to the fore- man. Mr. William Sumner next. Is Mr. Sumner here? Don't hold up the line. gyrafiom HELEN DAz '40 Cutting, clipping, Smzbping, snipping, Turning, tipping, Folding, flipping- He is making silhouettes. Tn: Rnvxrw L61 cross quafor in an ce ox JASON GEIGER '40 NEW YORK, July 15, 1939: On board the S. S. Uruguay, South America bound, a new utility butcher. Lct's join him for a taste of lite at sea and a visit to Barbados, Rio de Janeiro, Santos, Montevideo, Buenos Aires, and Trinidad. July 15 I woke up about midnight of the 14th. The light was off, but there was someone fumbling at the door. Who in the name of profanity is that? 1 asked, putting my tongue between my teeth to keep them from chattering with fear. All I could hear on that big empty ship was the gentle lap- ping of water on the sides and this mysterious fumbling at the door. Ssh! It's only Joe, said the fumbler thickly through the door. Okay, Come in, I said, switching on the light. Joe walked in. He was tall and had a shock of black hair that now was unkempt and drunk-looking. Yes, even his hair looked drunk! I gathered that he had had my job of utility butcher the last trip, but had been tired because he had been dead drunk fifteen times, which h: acknowledged was a few too many. Then he took his suit case and went out of my life like a light. That was my first real experience of life at sea! About eight hours later, I stood in the galley. feeling every inch a sailor in my dungarees and work-shoes, waiting for my future boss, the chief butcher, whom I hadn't seen yet. Finally I ambled bashfully around to the butcher shop and asked a man there whether he was the chief butcher. He said he was, and I said I was the new utility butcher, all ready for work. And he put me to work all right! We were loading meat for the trip, and I had to take it from the longshoremen and hang it on hooks in the icebox. By some lucky stroke of fortune, I escaped becoming stiff and sore from the un- wonted exe -'se. fAt least now, at ten P. M.. I'm not.j l finished work at five and went ashore to eat supper, but I had to be back on board at eleven to be sure not to miss the ship, which is to sail at midnight. Now it's only a couple of hours until sailing time, and the passengers are begin- ning to come aboard. Everything is chaos, and I'm beginning to get scared. Sunday, July 17 At last life has settled down to what seems to be a rather pleasant routine. We go to work at 6:30 A. M. and work until nine, but we eat breakfast from eight to eight-thirty, so that we work only a couple of hours. Then we are off until 10:30. At that time we either sleep, read, or go on deck to sit in the warm sun and yarn with others who are off now. We work from 10:30 until two, with another half-hour off for lunchg and at two we repeat what we did at 10:30, although at that hour more of the crew are on deck, ready, willing, and anxious to talk. One bell is sounded from the bridge, and back we go to work until eight. Then we all take a shower, and Freddy the Belgic fotherwise. the third butcherj gets drunk or goes to sleepg Trotsky fMorganstern, the sec- ond butcherj goes gallivanting off to visit with some of the pretty stewardesses and suchg and I, Geiger, usually go up into the sailors' mess room to listen to their salt-and-profanity-flavored con- versation. At about ten I go to sleep and make ready to ask for five minutes more when it's time to get up. On the whole, the life of a seaman is pretty good. The day is broken up a good deal, so that time passes quickly. However, in the deck force and black gang it is even better. They work two watches in twenty-four, of four hours each, with eight hours in between, and fifteen minutes' coffee THE REVIEW l7l time each watch. What a life! A notice was put up today, telling about a crew musicale a week from today and requesting ama- teur talent to be prepared. I guess the life of a sailor is even more fun than I thought, except for the hard work. W ednesday, July 20 Today we made Barbados. It looks like the kind of West Indian island you see in the pictures, waving palm trees, white sand beach, cerulean blue water. The crew, for some obscure reason, was not allowed ashore, and we had to get our view of this gem of the Carribean from our an- chorage in the harbor. All we could see were the red roofs of Bridgetown, shining out among palm trees and mountains. I saw plenty of the natives, though. Last night everybody was advised to lock all the doors and keep everything out of reach of the natives. Ap- parently they'll steal anything that isn't screwed down. They come out in bumboats and climb on board to try to sell things to the crew. There are usually three in a boat, the bumboats down there are merely rowboats which the natives rent from a concessionaire on the island. There is a woman, who will dive for coins, eggs, apples, or anything you'll throw into the water, one man or boy, to come on board and try to sell horns mounted on wood, birds carved out of horn, and other such trinketsg and the third person, another boy or man, to ' handle the boat, which he does with amazing skill. Everywhere I went If found that American cigarettes may be used as coin. Since they cost only six cents a package on ships, sailors every- where use them to buy things. Even the beggars ask for American cigarettes instead of money, as they sell down here for about thirty-live cents a package. This morning the crew cook, and everybody on the forward deck at that time had a lot of fun but the First throwing down eggs to the natives, one the cook threw was raw, and it splattered all over the native who tried to catch dived into the water and came up clean. When he climbed back into it. He just smiling and the boat, he yelled up to us in his half-cockney, half-negro English to thrown down some more eggs, but to make them hard-boiled this time. Then we threw him the kind he requested, which he ate on the spot with great relish. Seeing this one native getting all the eggs, other natives came around in bumboats, shoved him good-naturedly out of the Tai-: Rnvrsw l8l way, and asked for eggs for themselves. We kept sending them down, with an occasional raw one to make it interesting, until we tired of the sport and went over to the other side to watch some other natives diving for coins. Most of the Barbadoans seem to be extremely graceful and very well built. The men, though slight of stature, are unusually well-proportioned. Most of the women, judging from the ones in the bumboats, although they may not have been a fair sample of the island belles, are too fat. About five in the afternoon, the passengers were brought back on board in motor launches, and we weighed anchor and steamed slowly away. But just before we started to move away, Big Joe, the head man of the bumboat natives, dived off the boat deck about seventy feet into the water. When he rose to the surface, his battered silk hat was just a brim down around his ears. A moment later, the crown floated to the surface, and Big Joe retrieved it. Then he climbed into the largest bumboat and waved goodbye to us. Wednesday, July 27 i This morning I got up extra early to watch us come into the beautiful harbor of Rio de Janeiro. At about nine this morning I got a chance to go ashore, which I did, still wearing my work clothes. I stared at, and was stared at by, as motley a collection of people as can be found, even in Washington. I This was my first glimpse of South America, except what little I had been able to see of Per- nambuco and its surrounding jungles, when we passed about twenty miles off shore 3' so everyb thing seemed very strange to me. There were hordes of soldiers around, even the school children belong to an organization spon- sored by the government which gives them uni- forms, military training, and three or fourmibreis flifteen or twenty centsj a day. The policemen wore very handsome blue uniforms with white and silver trimmings, topped off by a tropical sun- helmet, a whistle, which sounded like the kind that music teachers use to give the pitch, and perfect misunderstanding, accompanied by a most en- gaging smile. In the afternoon, when I had more time off, I changed into my shore-going clothes and really went for a walk around the town. I got lost, but I didn't mind, because I figured I could always take a cab back to the ship. I walked all the way across to the bay in which the famous Sugar Loaf Mountain rears its cable-car bedecked head. After I got there, I asked a policeman, who was standing on one of those funny little platforms with an awning over it, directing traffic, How can I get to Sugar Loaf ? First I tried English. No sabel Then German. Still to no avail! Finally I got desperate and tried Pig-Latin. I forgot to try Spanish! Anyway, Portuguese is spoken in Brazil. Then I got disgusted and plunged recklessly into the devious windings and narrow streets of the old town. I gave up Sugar Loaf temporarily, I thought, but I'm sorry to say I didn't ever get a ride in the cable-car up the mountain. Eventu- ally I lost sight of Sugar Loaf, lost sight of every- thing, except that my feet were beginning to hurt from so much unaccustomed walking, and that I wanted to find a policeman who spoke some language of which I had even a smattering, and who could direct me back to the Avenida Rio Branco, from which I knew the way back to the ship. I finally found one who spoke English of a sort. He stood six-feet-something-or-other and really looked handsome with his flashing white teeth and bushy black mustache. His, by the way, were almost the only white and well-cared-for teeth that I saw -in South America. Apparently most South Americans, or at least the ones with whom I came in contact, never heard of dentists or toothbrushes. Their teeth were horrible. This policeman set me on the right bus, and I thanked him whole-heartedly. He was the type of officer of the law that really commanded respect. There can never be too many of his kind. Rio reminded me somewhat of Washington witn its broad avenues, breath-taking vistas, and reck- less drivers. Even the Washington motorists, though, are not as reckless as those of Rio. They never go slower than thirty-five, if they can help it. If they see a pedestrian attempting to cross the street, they seem to take a iiendish delight in coming straight for him at full speed and making him run for safetv. The side streets are a couple of centuries be- hind the main thoroughfares, however. They are paved with cobblestones and lined with blank and solemn houses, which come all the way to the sidewalk, and whose ground fioors are open- fronted shops. Bars and shoe-stores predominate. Otherwise, the side streets are just as narrow and colorful as anything in the travel folders, only dirtier. Thursday, July 28 Tonight we sailed out of the harbor, past the Brazilian Navy Yard, past Sugar Loaf and the rocks guarding the entrance. It was just dusk. Everywhere lights were going on. By the time we reached the outer harbor, it was pitch dark, and all we could see of Rio de Janeiro were lights twinkling like jewels in the fast-increasing dis- tance. It is about ten o'clock now, and already we are far out of Rio and well on the way to Santos, the great coffee port, which we shall reach in the morning. I To be continued in January issue Q Calling all Centralites! Here's the opportunity you're looking for! Would you like to see your name in print? Would you like to join an important and growing organization? If you want to write for this magazine, or if you de- sire any sort of work with the editorial, business, or art staffs, we're looking for you. It's an invita- tion! Calling all Centralites! Calling all ----- THB REVIEW WE ear kffow Genfrafifesz Recently the following letter came to the Principal's desk: 'Dear Sir: 'Miss e has applied to the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System, and states that she was graduated from your school in 1935. 'In order that the applicant may receive consideration, it will be appreciated if you will advise us in confidence of any facts you may possess concerning her character, personality, habits, and capabilities. In particular, we are interested in knowing whether she displayed any elements of leadership in school activities and, if so, along what lines and with what success...........' Since the applicant was not known to me personally, I referred, as always in handling such requests, to the young lady's permanent record sheet. These permanent record sheets are kept in alphabetical file in the office safe. Even though a student has spent but a single semester in Central High School, his permanent record sheet is kept on file for any use it may be to him or us at any future time. After a careful examination of the record sheet of the alumnus of the school referred to above, I wrote the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System as follows: 'Gentlemen: 'Miss was graduated number 52 in a class of 499 in our June, 1935 class. The best testimony to this young lady's character qualities may be found in the fact that she was selected by the faculty in her junior year for membership in the National Honor Society. This organization, as you know, stresses qualities of leadership, scholarship, character, and service. Miss ....... according to our records is considerably above the average in intelligence, so much so indeed that she would be called exceptional. 'Perhaps from the above you may gather sufficient information to judge Miss .......'s fitness to fill the position for which she has applied.' . Many years ago, as an undergraduate student in the state university, it was my good fortune to sit in the classes of a distinguished professor of botany. Classes were large, and in the oral quizzes each student received only a few questions a semester. If a student failed to answer his ques- tion, the professor was wont to remark in his dry humorous way, as he wrote a zero in his record book, 'I'm writing history.' THE Rlvrlw IIOJ How important it is, then, that this writing of the record of four years of high school life contain nothing that will condemn the student to a lower place or humbler task than is commensurate with his natural abilities! Too often the principal of a high school is compelled with regret to submit an inferior record to an inquiry, a record which he is sure will frustrate rather than help the former student. Too often the student, too late, finds that he has written his own 'death warrant' so far as a coveted posi- tion or college entrance is concerned. The 'it might have been' is bitter and irrevocable, but nothing can be done to mitigate the disaster. Too few students realize that from the time they enter Central High School they are writing a personal history which is recorded for future refer- ence. This record may be used in a transfer of credits to another high school: as a record for college entrance: or, as in the example given above, as reference in securing a position. Something may be done now, however, by those undergraduates who have yet a substantial part of their high school careers before them. And I am sure that each member of the Central High School faculty joins me in the wish that it might be written with fire in the consciousness of each under- graduate that he, in this respect, is today and each succeeding day THE MASTER OF HIS FATE. Centrafs Merry-Go Round is Waiting for you! Turn to page 19. Tn: Review E111 ive Denies gfe Grave PAUL MCGILL '40 IS slim, frail body shook with gasping con- vulsions, as a hacking cough erupted from his thin-lipped mouth. He spat violently, a horrible mixture of tobacco juice, saliva, and blood, and swore at the cough' even while he bit from a plug of tobacco. His foul clothes hung loosely from his gaunt body. From within, his tired mother called to him. Come and get your supper, son. All right, maw. Maw, what we havin' to- night ? Mush, son, good fried mush. Gosh, maw, we had mush yesterday, and mush the day before, and- I know, son., but when you ain't got no money-- Her voice trailed off to a whisper. And with a son twenty-eight years old with no sense, not even the brains of an eight-year-old, what else is there ? She sobbed. Wash up good, son. T here's soap and a towel at the pump stand. A few minutes later he came in. Where yuh been today, son ? Huh? Oh, I been out in the field. Did you have a good time? What'd yuh do ? I had a good time, maw. I was ketchin' spiders. You know, the big yellow and black ones? I got a whole bag full and buried 'em. Were yuh down by the road ? 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N LW f elseif-Lane' this8Siifzi5.?ts'?.Qsea.34sEi2sa.'SistfZfEfafass?siLrat' He pulled forth his knife and began to Whittle Your father left that knife for yuh, many years ago, before he died. What's them stains on the blade, son ? Maw, yuh won't tell nobody, will yuh, maw? I didn't mean to do it. I caught one of Tishby's chickens, an' he pecked me, an' then I stuck him, rnaw. I didn't mean to do it. I buried him in the field. Look, maw, here's a map I drew. This is my treasure. When I die, will yuh bury my treasure with me? Huh, maw ? Yes, son. She went to the cupboard and withdrew a small box pierced with several small holes. Here, son, here's a. big rat for you. Ee sprang from his chair with a squeal of de- lig t. Reach in, an' git him by the tail. He inserted his hand. A vicious hiss sounded as he quickly withdrew his arm. He bit me, maw! But I'll git 'im. He tried again, with like consequences. Sit down for awhile, son, and whittle some more. He returned to his seat. Five minutes he carved. Maw, I feel bad. An' look how big my arm is! Suddenly the knife clattered to the floor. He slumped forward in his chair. Dead. His mother dragged him to a cot in the other room, where she covered him over. She took the map, went into the field, and dug up the treasure of twelve spiders. The chicken she noted with some surprise. She returned to the house and put the spiders and chicken into a box. There was a knock at the door. She closed the bedroom door, went into the kitchen, and hastily put the dishes into a kettle. Come in. The door opened. The sheriff and two men entered. Howdy, Miz Clemens. Where's Harold? Hello, sheriff. I'm jist cleanin' up. Harold ain't come in yet. Wal, drawled the sheriff with his thumbs tucked under his belt, jus' thought it'd relieve yuh if I dropped in and tole yuh we caught the fellow wot did the killin'. She started, dropping a dish from her hand. Smiling, the sheriff beckoned to his two com- panions, and they all withdrew. Immediately she burst into tears, then went to the bedroom, where she knelt beside her son and cried till exhausted. Dragging herself into the kitchen, she took down the box and opened the lid. The ugly features of a copperhead sprang forth. She uttered a stifled cry and thrust her hand amongst the coils of the serpent's body. aim BETTY BOND '40 Hove you ever thought, On a rainy day, What a diference there is in rains! S o1ne rains are dark and gloomy, Others are soft and gray. Cold autumn rains are saddeningg Warm April showers are gay. Can't you tell when a rain is friendly! I can, right away. Tun Rmvrxw l13l wing 's Khbzq Ed Solomon Jack Smith Robin Gould Jackie French WING is the music of today-the music of youth! Classical music was all right for the Eighteenth Century, as it reflected the emotion of its day, but it isn't typical of the Twentieth Century. The difference between classical music and the swing music is the differ- ence between such a gallant sailing vessel as The Flying Cloud and the modern, streamlined Queen Mary. They are as different as Anthony Adverse and S. S. Van Dine's fast-moving mystery stories. Swing, to be appreciated, should be carefully listened to, and studied. While it is primarily dance music, and excellent dance music at that, its wonderful variations and the technical prowess exhibited by the performers should not be lost while you recklessly throw a girl over your shoulder or lose all sense of time and place as you frantically clap your hands in time with the rhythm. Incidentally, when Glen Miller was on the stage of the Capitol Theater, a couple of months back, he was forced to stop playing his marvelous com- position, In The Mood, because the noise made by the cats in the audience disturbed the mem- bers of his band so much that they couldn't play. These show-offs didn't hear the phenomenal dynamics of Mr. Miller's arrangement and kept the people who appreciated the music from hear- ing it. These squares are the ones who should be made to suffer the monotony of a long sym- phony. There is, however, an increasing number of interested individuals who are striving to es- tablish real swing in its deserved position. On the other hand, swing brings to these people some of the better classical pieces done up in the way they like to hear them. My Reverie and Our Looe as classics were little known, but many people became acquainted with these works for THE Rnvnzw i141 the first time when they heard the swing version. The argument is advanced by some people that swing is monotonous, but by this statement they show their lack of knowledge and appreciation of this type of music. Compare Benny Goodman's record, I Let a Song Go Out of My Heart, with his Iurnpin' At The Woodside, or Charlie Barnet's record, Cherokee with his arrangement of Love Grows on a White Oak Tree. No similarity may be found in any of these. A study of the styles of different bands will also bring out this variety. Another advantage of swing is the fact that the artist has a chance to express his own emotions through improvisation. To be good in this Field the musician must have a thorough foundation in classical music as well as in swing. He must bc able to play classical music as well as his selected type. Swing music is difficult to play. With the new rhythm has developed a new type of beat. For years, the notes have been hit on the down-beatg now, the up-beat is used. The technical ability required is tremendous. An entirely different technique is imperative in order to give the ar- rangements the proper deliverance. Furthermore, swing has a great deal of variation. Keys are changed in the middle of a piece. Compositions are shorter, and there is more syncopation. Summing this all up, progress has created a desire to get across new ideas in music. Con- sequently, a new style of conveying these ideas has been developed. Swing has a place in the field of music just as the waltz has. It is the newest of all music, and so it isn't so well known to those who were brought up with classical music. It is our belief that, if these persons would listen to swing without prejudice, they would come to the conclusion that it is grand music. isfen and Eye Helen Daz Amos Taylor Rutherford Day Christine Taylor John Diggins Betty MeCrahon S BEETHOVEN was writing his music in Vienna, Napoleon was conquering all of Europe. Yet Napoleon lived to see his empire topple like a house of cards, and Bee- thoven died when his work was just beginning to be appreciated. When Strauss had that same city dancing to his brilliant melodies, the House of Hapsburg reigned serenely over an empire second only to Russia in area and population among the nations of Europe. Today we know the tunes of Strauss by heart, but the Hapsburgr have disappeared, and Austria-Hungary is but a memory. Buildings are torn down and forgotten, treaties are broken before the ink is dry, nations rise and fall in the space of a decade, but the man who can write a tune that peor-ie will remember has created something which will defy time for- ever. ' Modern popular tunes die out in a short time because people quickly grow tired of their simple tunes and formulated lyrics. They are written for a commercial market-for money. But great music- classical music-is permanent, because it is made of the same stuff as laughter, tears, love, and heartbreak. Its composers have ex- perienced every human emotion and have ex- pressed each one in music of overwhelming sin- cerity and eloquence. Why is classical music not more generally liked? Nearly all of us have some respect or love for it. To begin with, the word classical is repellant. It sounds highbrow. Serious music is a better term, but not all good music is serious. Hayden's Surpnlre Symphony is humor- ous, and Dukas' Sorcerer? Apprentice is down- right hilarious. School music appreciation courses may also have something to do with this attitude. Dis- secting and analyzing works of art is all right for the scholar, but not for the listener seeking en- joyment. Formalized study makes a chore out of a pleasure, work out of relaxation. The text- books are misleading too. They tell us that Mozart and Beethoven were geniuses, the former always merry and cheerful, and the latter living a life of torment and frustration befitting a man of genius. The truth was that they both led humdrum lives, Mozart pestered by creditors, and Beethoven besieged by blood-sucking relatives. In their music they sought an escape. It is still an escape for all of us who lead humdrum lives today. Composers are human. Their music would not appeal to us if they were not. Today we are continually subjected to a barrage of popular music which is dinned into our ears from morning to night. As month succeeds month, the titles change, but the songs are always more or less alike. It has the effect of deadening our appetite. We have been stuffed with :i starchy swing diet for so long that, when a svm- phony program offers us a really square musical meal, it is too big for usg we are unable to ap- preciate or cope with it. So we keep on with starch. The chief appeal of popular music lies in rhythm, a primitive instinct found in everyone. its appreciation requires no particular concen- tration or mental strain. Drawings have been found in the caves of Cro-Magnon Man, repre- senting people dancing what appears to he the Charleston, proof that the feeling for rhvthm is as old as man himself. We can listen to iam with our ears, but not with our minds. Un- fortunately, or fortunately, this is not the case with good music. From the foregoing discussion we can draw the following conclusions. Classical music is not en- joyed by a great many people because it is made to seem too sacrosanct, or because they don't think they can afford the time and energy required for its proper enjoyment .... It has every artistic and emotional advantage on its side. Tx! Review I15l .Med our rilzctioa HELEN Daz '40 HAKILY, and with doubt as to the outcome of the enterprise, yourinterviewer accepted the assignment of getting for this magazine any accessible- information about Central's digni- fied principal, who, we had heard from perhaps disreputahle but nevertheless convincing sources, had no sense of humor nor any pity for well-- meaning but scared students like ourselves. .lust as soon as one steps over the threshold of his office, however, one's fears are calmed. One finds that he is dignified, to be sure, but in a kindly, understanding way. and that he is one of those rare persons with a really subtle sense of humor, one which does not flashily show itself on the surface. 'When we had gathered our wits and were con- vinced by his sincere courtesy that there was nothing of which to be afraid. the interview proper was begun. XVe discovered that Mr. Hoover was born on a farm near Harrisville. VVest V irginia, where he spent his early childhood. He began teaching at the age of seventeen, when he received the tremendous salary of S25 a month for five months. Later on, in other elementary schools. he taught for seven terms: he continued his school work as principal of elementary schools for three years and as principal of the Grant District High School of Cairo, West V irginia, for three more. His higher education has been obtained from several colleges. l He was graduated from Marshall State Normal in Huntington. XV est V irycginia, and got the coveted Phi Beta Kappa key from the University .of VVest Virninia. He earned his Master's degree at George Wasliinqton University, after he came to VVashington to accept a position in the Department of Agriculture. His son. Lawrence G. Hoover, Ir., was once one of Central's prominent students. He was the sports editor of the Bulletin in i934 and was active in dramatics. He was also a member of the Arc. but his journalistic work was, and still is. his greatest interest: heis now editing the Prince Georges Post. He was graduated from Maryland University, where he was editor of the Diamond- I-crlr the college newspaper. Tas Rmviiav U61 Mr. Hoover's daughter, Muriel, who is now teaching at Paul Junior High School, was an as- sociate editor of the Bulletin, she graduated from Central in 1932 and will receive her Master's de- gree at the University of Wisconsin next year. When Mr. Hoover first came to Central, he was assigned to teach biology and chemistry. At the end of six years he became assistant principal. After seven years in that capacity, he was ap- pointed principal, in which position he has served for four years. 1 '- As is always true of a ,busy man, Mr. Hoover does not have very much time to devote to hobbies, but into his spare moments he manages to crowd reading of biography, history, and fiction, and a little gardening. . In answer to a question concerning his favorite type of work, Mr. Hoover admits that he enjoys classroom teaching, preferably biology, because he likes the personal contact with the students. The most distasteful part of his work as principal is disciplining unruly students. So. gentle readers, let us try to make his work as pleasant as possi- ble for him-and for ourselves! When our interview was over and we had time to look back upon it, we realized what a privilege had been granted us in this opportunity to meet. Mr. Hoover under such favorable circumstances. VVe know now that Central is under the supervi- sion of a man who understands us and our prob- lems., He made us feel that he is interested in the welfare of each and every student. We under- stood that he puts us Centralites on our own re- sponsibility, with as many privileges and as few restrictions as possible, because he hopes that we will thereby gain independence of thought and action. i A ' , We wish that all of Central's students might have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Hoover, in order that they might be able to understand 'him as he understands them. Could they do so, we are sure they would join the members of THE REVIEW staff in wishing that he may have many more suc- cessful years as the principal of our fine old school. l uri Nlivllfw L17 'A' I1 rx N lcv an xx 'JSX mlm! is RE you having any fun? If you are, you probably are already participating in one or more of Central's activities-outside the classroom, of course! If you're not, this article is for you. Do you know that there are approximately eighty organizations in Central High School which you may join? Imagine the variety of interests represented in such a number! Eighty of them-clubs, publications, cliques, corps, groups, teams, bands, societies,-the school is full of them! And they are all looking for you! So give them a break: take your pick and step in! Come along, and we'll take a look at a few of the signs over their doors. Before we get going, though, what do all these ictivities mean? What do they do for you? Extra-curricular activities have one outstanding purpose: that purpose is to make living a pleasure, to make it worth while. Extra-curricular activi- ties are intended to make going to school some- thing besides drudgery-to make it a good time. They provide a side to education-a most import- ant one--that we would sorely miss if it were lacking. These varied activities of a school today are considered as vital a part of education as the studies themselves. They offer an unsurpassed opportunity for learning to live-and, after all, that is what we are all doing, learning how to live. They are something from which we can all get a lot of pleasure and an immense amount of value. They are something so momentous to every one of us that we cannot afford to let them go by. Now, let's look them over, and then take our pick. So you're a born politician? Then you might get your section to elect you to the student coun- cil, where you'll find full use for your energies in planning assemblies, coaching new students, as- sisting in the supervision of the cafeteria, and in general building a better school. And you've always wanted to meet the president, so step in Effy- QU- TOUR JEAN BRYAN '40 ED SOLOMON '40 and shake hands with Mr. Rutherford Day and his V. P., Victoria Paul. Or Inayhap you are one of those budding journalists. If so, you're in luck, for Central offers you three publications: the Bulletin, the only All-American honor-rating high-school weekly in Washington, THE REVIEW, the city's only high-school magazine, and the Breckiv. the yearbook. The staff of the Bulletin consists of students who have taken, or who are taking, a course in journalism, though contributions by others are welcomed. Ann Wickard is the editor-in-chief of the paper, and George Scott, Ruth Morgan, and Philip Lewis are associate editors, with Robert Naiman as sports editor. News pertaining to school life and the opinions of our fellow Cen- tralites are presented in the Bulletin. Four times a year THE REVIEW makes its ap- pearance, it is a general magazine containing articles, stories, poems, essays, and other material contributed by the pupils of the creative writing class and by students in general, who as contribu- tors learn how to become editors. This year an ambitious staff is under the direction of Editor James Deane and Associates Amos Taylor, Jack Smith, Helen Daz, and Ed Solomon. . The Brecky is issued once a year, largely for members of the graduating class. Individual photographs and biographies of the graduates and group pictures of the clubs and organizations make up the greater part of this book. The editor-in-chief is Leon Pear, his associate editors are Doris Park, Rutherford Day, and Richard Farr. The Bulletin and REVIEW business staff, under the management of Robert Hill, secures advertise- ments and handles subscriptions and circulation. It will welcome, incidentally, any interested in this work. The Brecky has its own business staff. An art stall is part of the organization of each publication, a cartoonist for the Bulletin, and illustrators for THE REVIEW and the Brecky. The purpose of the Central Quill Clique is to Tn: REVIEW ll9l set a high standard of work to which the members of the REVIEW, Bulletin and Brecky stalls may aspire and to increase interest in publications. Certain high-ranking members of each of the three staffs become members by virtue of their posi- tions, but any member of the publications staifs who is in good standing, and who has had six thousand words published, is admitted to mem- bership. So you want to wear a snazzy uniform and please the girls? Yes, sir, there is something about a soldier, and the cadet corps offers you your chance. Any boy may join, simply by ap- plying to Lt. Doerr. Although, naturally, mili- .ary training is given, citizenship and physical training are the important factors. Credit for gym is given to those enrolled. Cadets need music to march to, and so there is a cadet band. To promote social intercourse and the welfare of w - 'f anization, the officers and non-commis- 'hers form the Officers and Chevrons ' '1'.f' is a rifle team for those interested l 3. naar guns, in addition to drilling with au, girls! Don't get discouraged! There is .inlet for your energies, too. Do you like to play field hockey or baseball, or to swim? No? W ell, then, there are badminton, basketball, golf, bowling, volley ball, rifle, table tennis, horseback riding, and archery, as well as the chance to be- come gym and swimming captains. If you are a good swimmer, join the life-saving class. Also, flon't forget tennis and dancing. So, you see, there are plenty of things for the girls to do. Excellence in any of these sports is acknowledged by the award of a C and membership in the Girls' C Club. In case you're wondering, the C stands for Central. Who has never experienced the desire to make love to a beautiful girl or to a handsome boy? Then the Radio Guild or the Dramatic Club should fill the bill. Both deal with dramaticsg but the Radio Guild produces its programs over the air, the Dramatic Club on the stage. The Guild, headed by Jean Bryan, deals with the writing, directing, acting, and sound eifects of radio scripts. It also promotes singing and the playing of musi- cal instruments. It plans to give live programs over the air this year. This year the Dramatic Club is headed by Alice Gartrell who says, I can definitely say that there will be a spring play. It will be a three-act comedy and will include a large cast. Three as- sembly plays will be given, and script writing is THE Rsnsw Q20l encouraged. The Stage Crew works with the Dramatic Club, under the management of Dyer Taylor. He explains, We make and set up scenery and take care of the lights and public address system. Who said, Make-up ? That's something that all girls like to experiment with. Therefore, all girls should be interested in the Rabbit's Foot Club, which, according to the president, Jeanne Parks, instructs its members in the use of stage and street make-up through experiments and demonstrations by well-known cosmetic manufac- turers such as Max Factor. The club will have charge of the make-up of this year's projected spring play. The Debating Club is for people who like to argue. fDon't we all?J Competency in English is an asset and may help you to make the debating team for inter-high competition. If you like just to discuss things in general, the Current Events Club is suggested. Those loud cheers at the games are the results of the efforts of the Pep Club and the cheer leaders. Anybody who has an Athletic Associa- tion ticket and good lungs may become a member. Drive carefully. Become a member of the Tralfic Club. General traffic safety is stressed in talks, demonstrations, and skits. Kathryn QKittyJ Paxson is the president. The junior Red Cross has made its usual drive and will care for underprivileged families at Thanksgiving and Christmas as usual. Its mem- bers are appointed from each section and from clubs, sororities, and fraternities. Another social worker is the Bon Secour, though that is not its only interest. It covers everything from acting and singing to all phases of girls' sports, with meetings at the Y. W. every Friday afternoon. It is the largest girls' club in the school. As a supplement to classroom studies we have, among others, the language clubs. The Circulo Castellano, or the Spanish Club, which meets on Wednesdays in room 223, provides a variety of training and amusement in this interesting language, with outside speakers, programs, plays, and songs in Spanish. The French Club meets in room 105 and covers practically the same ac- tivities as the Spanish Club. The German and Latin Clubs are similar, and all are entertaining. A new language club has appeared this year in the form of the Esperanto Club. It deals with an international languageg Betty Michelson is re- sponsible for the founding of the Central chapter. Instruction may be obtained at the meetings. The History, Physics, Biology, and Commercial Clubs deal with the subjects from which their names are derived. They have their social and entertainment aspects also. Newly organized is the Central Town Hall, which invites all to its discussions of current events. For years Central has had one of the best school orchestras. Anybody who plays an in- strument may join, providing he enters the fifth period class. If he does not already play, he can learn. The concert band has the first period class. Second, fourth, and seventh periods are the chorus classesg the fourth is the most widely known, because of its annual performance in as- sembly. L Are you a camera fiend? Or do you just like to take snap shots? The Camera Club is looking for you through its lenses. Or if stamps are your hobby, there is always the Stamp Club. Don't forget the Airplane Model Club, either. The Sketch Club is for the artists of the school, whether they are studying art or not. Members make posters and other forms of art, using any medium the artist desires. Rosellen Sugar is the president. It meets on Wednesdays in room 301. The Art Alcove is used for exhibits of pictures, stamps, photographs, and other forms of arts and hobbies. Each art class elects a member to the Art Alcove Board, which has charge of the exhibits. For students of architectural and mechanica.l drawing there are the Arc and the Cog. Both clubs have entrance standards, and the Arc has a goating period. Their object is to promote their respective interests: they are fraternal as well. The president of the Cog is Robert Ken- nedyg Robert Vetter heads the Arc. The Type and Ink Club is for students of printing. The brain trusts will be interested in the Chess and Checkers Clubs. Anyone is eligible, and in- teresting meetings are held. Furthermore, there is inter-high chess competition. The Hi-Y is designed for boys who are mem- bers of the Y. M. C. A.g it is an extension of their activities, At this point it might be well to mention the fact that in an article of this sort complete informa- tion as to meeting place and date, faculty adviser, etc., of each organization would not only make an extremely long article but an uninteresting one as well. The main office or the Student Council room, 117-A, will be glad to furnish the desired information. Incidentally, boys' sports and allied clubs will be treated in another article in the near future. For your convenience, there is a bank in tl- school, run by commercial pupils with goof' grades, where you may open a savings account Graduation credit is given those operating th bank. Pupils help to operate the lunchroorn. too- fo-- their services they are provided with lun'-lw The Library Guild, for those eniovino' lihr-wr work, affords good experience and training :t does serving in the librarv during stuflv of-1-ifvlf You no doubt have wondered about the :twin-1' working there when you took out bool.-C 'fl did you?j The sororities and F1-'wwf --f' 13 ' selves, but you might he interested '- that there are nine of the former and iivf- of t'-f latter. No extra-curricular credit is -'five-n for membership in the Greek letter activities, how- everg they are for purely social purposes. These myriad activities that form so lar-fre n part of our school life, that represent such varied interests and appeal to so manv tvoes of neoole these many activities that can make vour sc'-of-l years such happy ones, are calling vou. Thev are urging you to climb onto the magic f-arf-at and let it carry you to pleasure and profit. They hold out to you valuable rewards--material and spiritual. They offer you National Honor So- ciety membershipg medals: alumni awards- scholarshipsg offices of honor and resoonsibilitv They offer enjoyment-tons of it-couol-ad with training in getting along with people-in livin Extra-curricular activities hold out to vou, not at the end of a rainbow, but here, within your grasp, a true pot of gold. Tx-11: Rnvxnw lzll THE Rnvxaw i221 fviclory C HARLOTTE DAVIS '41 I saw last night how the moon came up: It tumbled over the hill,- I t threw its wealth of silver dust Upon niy window sillg It slid behind a purple house 5 It tangled in a tree,' Then it shook itself to the open sky And stood looking down at ine. The North Wind blew through the stormy clouds, So fierce and big and black. The poor 'moon struggled in 'vain to shine, While the big clouds held it backg And the storrn clouds growled, and the torrents poured Till the night was chased away. Oh, white nioon, rest! You can rise again At the end of another day. URING this year's football season. we have had more than ample opportunity to acquaint ourselves with the boys who make up Central's great backlield. Their names have met our eyes in local headlines and, farther down, in the sports stories, and many a time we have seen their photographs or had the boys them- selves pointed out to us in the corridors o' the school. With all this in mind, the names of Jimmy Porter, Bennie Steiner, Harry Martin, Johnny Bredbenner, Harold Evans, and johnny Dawes should be anything but unfamiliar. Yet it is the linesmen-those unglorilied, though deserving, players who open up t':e holes and block and tackle so that the backs may com: off with the top soil -with whom the average fan is not familiar. It is such boys as George Davis, Bob Belk, Dan Magnuson, Jack Wilhelm, Herbert Tucker, Steve Adams, Morty Neviaser, Irvin Tarason, Sam DiBlasi, Dick Farr, XValtee' Goodrich, Bob Lanzillotti, and Jackie Snnperton who in every contest give their all just as well as the celebrated backs but who, unlike the latter group, receive no glory. Now, don't get us wrong. We don't maintain that glory is such a wonderful thing, or that a boy should compete in a sport mera-ly for the glory which he can get out of itg but. as long as there is some to be obtained, we feel it should be distributed to those who deserve it, whether lines- men or backs. Though Central's 1939 football line may not be the greatest of which the school has ever boasted, it still ranks as one of the foremost of the past inter-high series, and this article is hereby dedicated to the boys who compose it. We write this as a tribute to their fine play. The natural plan for a summary of this kind is to start with the centers, where we find Co- Captain Jack Wilhelm, Reed Smith. Leonard Sweig, and Kenny Williams. Wilhelm has played practically every minute of every game and is be- lieved to be a popular chioce for all-high recog- nition. Smith and Sweig are important in Coach Hardy Pearce's plans for next season. iizear ensure Bois NAIMAN '40 Bulletin Slvurls lidilor. At guard we lind thc greatest variance in weight, with 230 pounds of Bob Belk taking turns with Morty Neviaser's 145 pounds. Herb Tucker, Harry l'istolas, Bob Lanzillotti, Bill Kelley, and Earliest Fritz fill out the roster of that particular position. Lanzillotti previously was a member of the backlield but, due to a scarcity of guards, he was moved up to the line where he has played regularly and clone outstanding work. Incident- ally, Harry Pistolas is the brother of Nick Pisto- las, a great Central guard of former years, who a few years ago obtained All-American honorable mention at Columbia University under Lou Little. The main brunt of the tackles' burdenhas been carried by Steve Adams, Big Dan Magnuson, George Davis, and Irvin Tarason. George Strombos, a converted end, also has seen service in this position. Of the group Magnuson has probably shone the brightest, having the advant- age of his size to back up that five-man line and snag those short passes. Besides making several long runs on this type of play, Big Dan has proved himself one of the best punters on the squad, though given little chance to demonstrate this ability under tire. At end is the strongest single line position of the squad, with Sam DiBlasi, Dick Farr, VValter Goodrich, and Jackie Samperton, any one of whom could cinch regular jobs on any other high school team, taking turns. Wilber Rock is the understudy to this quartet. This line may be used to furnish proof of the efficiency of the Central junior varsity, which, of course, is the object of much ridicule every year. The jayvees of the last few years are rep- resented on the 1939 edition of the line by Herb Tucker, Harry Pistolas, Leonard Sweig, Morty Neviaser, Steve Adams, Bob Belk, Bill Kelley, and Jack VVilhelm. VVith eyes open to all of this, our hope is that a few more bouquets may be thrown at the cen- ters, guards, tackles, and ends in the future, and that the importance of the group in the success or failure of the team may be realized by all. THE REVIEW E231 W X Y -i l ir.vl ICH-zu gi Coach Pearce Steiner QB Martin HB Farr E Davis T .S'm'm1u' lx'n'ru' Dunn QB Goodrich E Rock E Williams C Pinner FB 'l'l11'1'fl1x'fr:v .Knox HB Dawes QB Strombos T Bredbenner FB Tarason Ifnurflr Ifmu Tretler White Bergiield Whalen E Lester T lxiXlllllZlQ'i'1'j 4.Xssl. Klgrfp 4.Xssl. Nlglib S G Porter HB Wi'heIm C Magnuson T Di Blasi E Adams T ffh-C'r1jvlf11'11 J lf!!-fwtlfltlfllj Smith C Kekcris HB Evans FB Kelly G Tucker G Samperton E 3 Belk G Pistolas G Wood HB Gregory G Neviaser G 3 jones FB Wright HB Meisinger E mazmzicuz Gffbfefics BARBARA THAI, '40 lfullvliu fIif'l.t' .S'jm1'l.v. ES, girls' sports are looking up! A'hle- tics for young women have certainly come a long way, even within the past decade. Not many years ago, any lady seen wearing a gym suit was frowned upon--to put it mildly! Early gym teachers had all this to cope with, and thus sports for women have not had thc opportunity which was offered to men. Yet women demfurled. along with suffrage, other things which they needed, and one was exercise! Of course, girls' athletics can't hope to vie with men's as far as popularity is concerned-yet! The male species has been fooled before, though, so one can't tell what may happen. ln all this progress in the line of ffirls' sports. Central has been in the lead. VVe now have ou of the largest sports curricula of all the high schools of the District of Columbia. Tile are the onlv senior high school in the eitv which has a swimming pool that can be used during the winter -and Central girls use it, too! However, there is one off-kev note in the nrrls' of all this optimism. Manv girls enter Centra' pre-armed with a doctor's excuse. merelv because thev don't like the idea of hanging bv ropes. These eirls don't know of the other courses which are offered them, and manv of them never bother to find out. bringing their excuses instead. Those who discover too late these other activities in which thev might have participated, regret their earlier folly. Alreadv Central's swimming pool has been mentioned. lt is a definite factor in the decision of innumerable pupils to come to our fair school Many of the District's aonatic stars have gotten their start in Central's pool. G'rls who cannot swim but want to learn are enrol'ed i'1 a regular class. Those who can alreadv swim mav take diving and life-saving. or become swimmini' leaders. The latter two classes meet after schoo'. but swimming leaders help teachers with their regular swimming classes. There are many other after-school activities. of course, and one of the most popular is horse- THE Rnviisw E261 back riding. The fact that the riding takes pface in Takoma Park, Maryland, does not inconven- ience the girls at all, as transportation to and from school is provided by the Sligo Riding Academy. You young ladies who cau't dance and who think the bottom of your world is about to drop out, take heart! Central has a class in dancing which is restricted to those who are deficient in this social grace. There is also advanced dancing for those who are already schooled in the terpsi- chorean art. Golf is a favorite sport among Central's girls: each autumn and spring finds a s:ore or more out at the Rock Creek Golf Course. trving to hit the ball. When the weather is not suitable for golfing, the girls hie themselves to the Columbia Bowling Alleys for a game or two. One rather new feature at Central is field hockey. This course is not given after szhool, but during the second period. The game has taken Central girls more or less by storm. and last year three Centralites placed on the all-high hockey team. Then, naturally, there are those who 'pre'er regular gym to any of the other sports which the school has to offer. Girls who are outstanding in the various games and calisthenics become gym leaders. Their duties are similar to those of the swimming leaders. Gym leaders hold classes after school. During the year many tournaments are held which keep up the interest of the girls. Among these are paddle tennis, softball, badm?nton. volley ball, shuffle-board, tieldball. and regular tennis. Winners in these competitions receive a certain number of points toward their C's. There is a C Club at Central for girls who are interested in athletics and proficient in it. To be a member it is necessary to have won two small C's. From this brief resume, one can see that girls' sports have grown up. One side, men! W'e women are on the way! ACDOUGAL THOMPSON, owner and founder of Highville's greatest perpetrator of noise, smoke, and sugar delicacies, the mighty Thompson's Tasty Tempties, Inc., stood on the top floor of his creation and glared out the window. Far below, gently rocking and knitting and listening to the birds twittering in the gnarled apple tree in her front yard, sat the object of his attention, Grandma Clemens. On all sides of Grandma's rambling, ivy-covered house, Highville traffic roared: and harrassed Highville business men, laborers, and factory hands hurried past her white picket gate. Takes up half a block l Thompson said angrily. It exasperated him, though he grinned inwardly in spite of himself, to see that shack squatting calmly in the middle of its green lawn, while all Highville battered at its gates. Good grief, what makes that woman so stub- born! WVe've offered her twenty time what the property's worth. All the other holders are under our thumb, yet expansion is held up be- cause of-of that old . . . Thompson stopped in irritation. Henry Jones, first vice-president and general Thompson stooge, sat on Thompson's desk and chewed a toothpick. No mortgage! Nothing ! he said gloomily. I tell you, R. T., it's no use. Are you sure she was offered as much as I specified ? Went to see her myself. Henry shifted his toothpick. Even took the liberty of raising it a couple. I'm telling you, she doesn't need money. She's as rich as Croesus. And she won't sell. Don't hand me that. Everything has its price. Well, not old lady Clemens. I had a hard time getting her to even talk about selling. And you should hear her line about the poor children whose fresh air and sunshine are cut off by this factory. Phewl Thompson almost grinned. She's got pluck, though, at that, hasn't she P he said, half to him- self, then aloud, What's she holding on to the S Qihzz if Se!! DONNA HILL '40 place for, anyway? If she's got so much money, why doesn't she use a little of it? Move out to the country, set up a decent place ? Sentiment, Henry told him. Property was her mother's and her grandmother's. Thompson remembered that he was angry. And because of that, Tasties loses an opportunity in a million l Well, it can't be helped. Henry shrugged. Thompson snatched up his hat. Maybe YOU can't help it! Seems to me I'm the only one around here who can DO anything ! He slammed the door. You can't DO anything about this, R. T., Henry said, after him. 1 He stood at the window until Thompson came out of the building, far below. He watched with a slight grin as the boss crossed through the heavy traffic, opened Mrs. Clemens' gate, and walked with angry strides up her stone walk. Ex- pecting momentarily to see Thompson emerge. Henry still stood there: but the moments length- ened into a half hour, and the half hour into another. Still no Thompson appeared. He must be doing better than I thought he would. She didn't ask me to stay that long. Henry settled down with a magazine, to wait. At last the door opened, and Thompson ap- peared behind a wide grin. VVell, R. T., Henry greeted him, how'd you make out ? . Henry, you don't know what you've missed until you've tasted her apple pie! And listen, Thompson said admiringly, I'm not so sure she isn't right about those poor kids, either. She has some ideas as to how to improve their environment that sound good. Why, do you realize what havoc Tempties. . . I Sure, sure, I heard all that when I was there, Henry said. But come on. You must have ac- complished somethingg you were there almost four hours. Did you buy the property P Buy the property l Thompson stared incredul- ously. Good grief, no, man! She bought Tasty Temptiesln THE REVIEW l27l Glzcuzce 0 cz ghost- Zime CHARLOTTE DAVIS '41 T WAS midnight in a haunted house at the top of a crumbly hill. As the moon slithered past another cloud, a lonely traveler might have been seen wending his way in that direction. He was no ordinary traveler, certainly. Attired in a long robe of ectoplasm tastefully ornamented with the finest of blue lights and solid silver chains, he was no usual ghost. In fact, he was a spectre coming to 'spect the house which, so headquarters had reported, had fallen into the hands of the ghost of a poet, who was a little too inclined to let his hobby interfere with the serious business of haunting. Nasty night, reflected the spectre. Nasty night, and so cold. Such a long way to walk, too! And all for a house! Why, time was, a few hundred years ago, when I 'spected nothing but castles. Castles of princes, at that! But now they are very scarce. I'm lucky to get one as- signment in ten, and then they're usually museums where people think you're a machine. Well, hello! Here I am. At this he gave a second-class, No. 19284, division 5, blood-curdling moan and shook his chains. A few seconds later the door swung open, and he walked, or rather glided, in. The house had been built around 1850 and abandoned in 1905. There had been no murders, violent quarrels, suicides, nor accidents. There was nothing unusual about the house itself, and on the whole it was a pretty tough proposition for any ghost. But a poet! mumbled the spectre. Wasn't there any other place to put him ? The poet was clearly a young ghost and in- experienced, whose low degree and youth were shown by only one blue light of a poor quality. which did not flicker, and a single set of cast-iron chains. He bowed low and led his superior into the parlor. Not being one to mince words, the spectre came straight to the point. Now, see here, young man, he said. I don't like to say this but- well--I have been hearing some, shall we say, un- favorable reports of your ghosting. VVe expect THE Rrzvraw X281 high standards around here. I know this is a tough assignment, but I don't believe you're actually trying. Mortals are beginning to take all this for granted. Now, what's the matter ? Jasper, the poet, hung his head. I don't know, he said at last. Something seems to have gone out of my work. I was all excited when I first came here, the big promotion and all that. But now, here a tear trickled hown his cheek, I haven't heard a ghostly voice for months, and it's just the same old grind day after day, and I'm so lonely ! Well, well, see here, my boy ! replied the spectre, somewhat sharply. A good ghost is never lonely. A good ghost never has time to be lonely, he is always trying out new methods on stray mortals or practicing old ones. I daresay you haven't gone through your repertoire for days. How long has it been since you howled 2, first- class No. 322, division 3 ? Although the little ghost had to admit it had been some time, he added: It isn't worth the while. No, it just isn't worth the while. No one has ever tried to spend the night here. All I have had to spook is a few cows and some tramps. VVhen I was assistant to Archibald at that man- sion, I had respectable people to haunt almost every night. No respectable people ever come here. And when I was at the mansion, I saw Moana every week. Ah, how often I think of her! He smiled shyly and pulled a sheet of paper out of a notebook. I write poetry about her. Would you like to hear some? Although he tried to hide it, the spectre was really quite sentimental, so he said, Go ahead, as carelessly as possible. The little ghost cleared his throat rather self- consciously and began: Never so fair was any ghost As Moana, my own true love, Far brighter twinkled her azure lights Than the pole star up above. Her sighing voice and her ghostly smile Had spoken her heart's desire, Why, a single glance from her shining eyes Would freeze me with icy fire. Here's another-, the little ghost was be- ginning, when the house suddenly shook to a loud rapping on the door. Good heavens! cried the spectre. Here's a traveler, at this time of night, and a very re- spectable one, too! Why, this is your big chance l What? Do let me see! Do you think that, if I did this job well, I might get a better position? Do you thinkin ' Is there nobody here ? shouted the traveler. My car has broken down, and I cawn't spend the night out here, you know. Why, I do believe the door is unlocked. Dear, dear, I hope nobody minds, but I must go in-I say, the house is de- serted! How cozy! Jasper took time to observe the traveler well. He was perhaps thirty, tall and lean, dressed in evening clothes, top hat, and a long, flowing coat, ll he carried a cane. Having made a mental note of all this, Jasper very carefully moaned a No. 15, division 2, that was recommended for a beginning. Without batting an eyelash, the traveler set about making a fire in the fireplace. The spectre frowned. A most unusual person. Try No. 1, division 8. Jasper complied with this most eerie squeak. My, how loud the mosquitoes sing! the traveler remarked, casually. Jasper tweaked the traveler's coat tails. Jasper rattled his chains and knocked the cane onto the floor. Jasper put the fire out. The traveler was lost in dreams. Jasper ran through a hair-raising series of squeaks, moans, howls, and groans, the traveler yawned. Desperate, Jasper gave such a performance as he had never given before g indeed, few ghosts had ever done so well. For two hours the house re- verberated to all the screams, groans, squeaks, rattles, chromatic howls, and sighs that ghostdom had ever known, and indeed a few new ones. Yet, at the end, the traveler was asleep! Don't mind that, my boy, the spectre whis- pered, tears in his eyes. I'll see that you get a castle, at least, for this performance. I know of a splendid opening for a family ghost. Jasper, however, did not hear. He shook the traveler and cried in his ear: Please be fright- ened. Please be scared. Or, at least, tell me what's wrong with me. All my ghost-time I have waited for this opportunity. You mustn't fail me. Now, at last, the traveler took some notice. Sitting up very slowly, he spoke: That was a truly great performance. Yes, inspired. It ought to have turned my hair white-no, colorless- but, --here he seemed to blur into the back- ground- it couldn't very well. He drew him- self up. My dear fellow, do you know that you are addressing a super-'spector, a society ghost and a master of the chillins howl gone slumming? Farewell l The roof split open with a flash of blue light- ning, and the traveler was gone, leaving stunned silence and darkness behind. Tn: Rzvrnw l29l elzfrafis alzquar BETTY BOND '40 ID you ever stop to think that the girl you were talking to just now or the boy who sits across from you in English class may be famous some day? Have you 'ever wondered if, some time, you yourself might bring more fame to Central? I wonder if you know that, after you graduate, you still belong , Everything that Central has stood for, the life that is Central, does not break off when you leave this school as a graduate. Her graduates can still remain active Centralites through their Alumni Association. The first meeting of Central's Alumni Associa- tion was held on December 26, 1908. In order to keep in touch with their classmates, the gradu- ating class of June, 1908, had decided to hold a reunion the following winter. One hundred and ten members of the class were present at that first meeting. It was such a success that the class of 1909 decided to do the same thing. At their meeting not only 1909 graduates, but grad- uates of many years before, were present: and that year the Alumni Association became a per- manent organization. Every year since then, on January 1, Central alumni have gathered. The thirtieth meeting was held last year in the school library, with a program which varied only slightly from those of previous meetings. First of all, at two o'clock, the alumni played the varsity team in a basket- ball game. fThe varsity always winsll After that the officers for the new year were elected, and the certificates of distinction were awarded. From 4:00 to 7 :OO there was dancing in the li- brary, with refreshments served in the lunchroom. For about eight years, certificates of distinction have been awarded at each of these reunions to three or four graduates of Central who have done outstanding work in their chosen fields. Last year those vanguards who were selected for THE Rnvriaw l30l the honor were: Col. W. E. Covell, U. S. A., at one time engineer commissioner here in the Dis- trict of Columbia, at present working on flood control in Pittsburgh, Edwin Hughes, a noted teacher of piano in New York City and an inter- nationally known concert pianistg and Judge Nathan Cayton, who is doing outstanding work in the small claims court of the District. Outstanding among Central's Vanguard who have been so honored are the following persons, representing widely varying fields of achieve- ment: J. Edgar Hoover, Director of the Bureau of Investigation of the Department of Justice: Dr. Sao-Ke Alfred Sze, Chinese Amoassador to Great Britain and to the United States, who attended Central while his father was attached to the Chinese Legationg Lt. Norman S. Ives, United States Navy, who received the Navy Cross for hazardous duty developing submarine devices: Gideon A. Lyon, an editor of the Evening S tar: Conway P. Coe, Commissioner of Patentsg Dr. Arthur C. Willard, President of the University of Illinois, Dr. Percival D. Lowell, who has mad .r some momentous improvements in radio, and Dr. Custis Lee Hall, noted orthopedic surgeon. Many others have been distinguished in the fields of education, medicine, law, army and navy, inven- tion, public service-oh, so many kinds of work! There is no way of looking ahead ten or twenty years. No one knows what the future holds in store for him. NVe can all dream and plan. Yet who knows what will become of our plans and our dreams? We only know that we can do our best to achieve our aims. Perhaps, some day, you will be called back to Central as an honored guest, and in the library you will receive, with two or three other Centralites. a Certificate of Distinc- tion as a token of your outstanding service to your country or your community. Then indeed you will be a true Centralite. af QOOJ of ww N 4 ! f I w r ,7 A 'I' II 1-. IC ll v 1 lf xx li XV gf' .Eifes mz Qiickarcy Xllho goes there? Ann Xllickardl Password? Editor-in-chief of the lizfllfftilil Ann, an attrac- tive young brunette, never without a ribbon on her brown locks, can always be found laboring in Room 3ll-A over her pet peeve -headlines! Since taking over the position of editor of the Hzfllfifzi, she is unable to continue her many ac- tivities of last year, when she was secretary of the Camera Club, member of thy Rabbit's Foot Club, Student Council representative, and mem- ber of both the National Honor Society and the Quill Clique. She remains a member of the two honorary societies, of course. In spite of her many activities, Ann always has time to stop in our halls to talk and show pictures of her little piggies on her farm back in Indiana. She has been heard to say, they are the cutest things in Indiana. This busy, brown-eyed student is deservedly popular because of her radiant personality and cheery, Hello Central will be losing a grand girl and a great journalist next June. Yet, see what Purdue is getting! eorqe scoff Have you bumped into that popular young man with the jitter-bug personality? li not, you will, sooner or later. George QScottyj Scott is one of the busiest boys in and about Central. Among his positions are those of president of the National Honor Society, captain of Company ll, associate editor of the lizzllvfin, and vice-president of his fraternity, lita Sigma Gamma. He stands Cwhen he does!j about five feet eight and one-half inches high and has black hair and brown eyes. His very Southern drawl proves that he is a true son of Mobile, Alabama. After much argument with your reporter, Scotty admitted his preference for the swingsters, his pets being Artie Shaw, Benjamin Goodman, and Woody Herman. He has tried his hand at just about every sport from football to fencing but prefers a good game of basketball.- Scotty's affections are not exactly centered on any lady, so the field is still open. He prefers blondes, brunettes, and redheads.- - 5 . His heart, right now, is set on a scholarship in June. Good luck, Scotty! ' Gffice garfreff j Zoom! Something in red just dashed by, leav- ing you cooled off by the breeze! No, it Kwasn't a fire engine. just Alice Gartrell, the attractive, popular, and vivacious president of the'Dramatic Association! ' ' A Besides that time-filling job, she is an assistant in the First-Aid Room. secretarv of the Archery Club, member of the German Club, and former charter member of the Radio Guild. . In addition to dramatics, she is widely known through her mania for collecting silly-and4seri- ous-looking horses. Another hobby, incidentally, is enjoying the company of a good-looking, well- known ex-Centralite. P Watch out, new members of the Dramatic Club! Alice's pet peeve is so-called Thespians who won't learn their lines or come to rehearsals. That is the only sure way to ruffle her unusually even disposition. After graduation from Central, Alice plans to go to Maryland University, following that up with a course in dramatics, to prepare for a career as a stage director. ' ' dwirz Sofomolz If some day, slightly after 3 P. M.,'you are wanderin around towards Publications Office' g y you may see a tall, preoccupied Centralite hurry- ing in that general direction, with a smile and a hearty hello for everyone. It will be Ed Solo- mon, for Eddie is associate editor of the REVIEW, besides being lieutenant-colonel of Cadets, ex- treasurer of the Radio Guild, ex-member of the Dramatic Association, and National Honor So- ciety member. When asked about his hobbies, Eddie scratched his. head and said, I like swing fthe Dorsey brothers and Benny Goodmanj, radio, '-fwhich may account for the grand work he did in the Radio Guild last yearj, jokes, records, and danc- ing. Ed can really swing a mean hoof, too.' He is also one of Central's best tennis players. - It may- be that his success in all these activities is linked up with his pet hate. What is it? Peo- plejwho don't try their best to do a thing right, or who do'it'half-heartedly! U 1 After graduation, American University and chemistry may be the program. Q 'Well, congratu- lations on your achievements in the past, Ed, and good luck for the future! A QDZBS 6dIZ6e Trying to interview J. D. Uames Deanegto the uninitiatedj is a mess. He is a very busy fellow, firing questions at assistant' editors and contributors of THE REVIEW, galloping up 'and down between Publications Office in 311-A and the armory 'way down below, with intermediate stops at the print shop and the business office. In fact, he's so busy it took three hours to get this short interview! ' ' g ' How even Jimmy Deane can get in the activi- ties he .does and still keep up his A-1'.' scholarf ship issomething to be wondered at. Besides being editor of THE REVIEW and a member of the Quill Clique, the German Club, and the Na- tional Honor Society, he somehow manages to captain Company B. Captain-Editor Deane ad- niits they're no pushover, those two' big jobs' of' his, but he's enjoying them. ' 4 ' A New Englander, Mr. 'Interested-in-every-1 thing Deane has inherited a sort of tight-lipped' Yankee efficiency which is constantly in evidence in his dealings with others. ' ' ' Centralite Deane says he'd like to meet every one of his fellow Centralites, so ,try to catch him someday. Tan Rzvxmw l33l eviews an reviews Zhe grapes of Wrath by JOHN STEINBECK f619 pp. The Viking Pressj Across Oklahoma and the Panhandle of Texas, across New Mexico and Arizona, across the burning American desert, stretches Highway 66. Along this road farmers from Arkansas, Kansas, Oklahoma, driven off their lands by dust storms and foreclosure, make their way in creaking jalopies weighted down with their children and their belongings. They are going to California, where they have been told there is work for every able-bodied person, but where wages are paid which are barely sufficient to sustain life. If one family refuses to work for so little, there is always another, just a little hungrier, who will accept. In The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck de- scribes the life of these slaves within a democracy with all the revolting details of filth and misery. The novel has attracted the attention of thoughtful Americans everywhereg some characterize it as another Uncle Tom's Cabin. Surely, Steinbeck argues, there must be something basically wrong in a society which permits the conditions he de- scribes, conditions which have resulted in class hatred and may, eventually, bring about the de- struction of that society itself. The narrative concems one particular migrant family, but it is broken by alternating hack- ground chapters , which forefully depict the gen- eral economic and social conditions involved and dramatically expose the grim ruthlessness of pres- ent-day capitalistic enterprise. Steinbeck's chronicle of the Joad family is a powerful, unforgettable tragedy, which may prove to be one of the greatest works of fiction in our literature. The Grapes of Wrath is a strong dose, how- ever, especially jarring to those who like to see America through rose-colored glasses. A. T. THE Rnview E361 SCLIPZ by ETHEL VANCE K 428 pp. Little, Brown and Co.j Unlike the recent Reaching for the Stars and Address U nknown, here is a book about Germany which uses Nazi terrorism for something besides the text of a sermon. Although no names are mentioned, it takes little brain work to discover in what country the scene of this story of a daring escape from a concentration camp is laid. Emmy Ritter, actress, is awaiting execution. On the day before the one set for the carrying out of the sentence, a doctor gives her some tablets, and she falls unconscious. Then follows one of the most breathtaking episodes in fiction, as her son and the doctor, aided by an old servant and an American-born countess, attempt a rescue by a plan so fantastic that the eonspirators them- selves hardly believe it possible of success. They are nearly dissuaded from their attempt by doubts and fears, despair and exhaustion, and by the apparent impossibility of their scheme. Every- where there is terror--prying eyes, whispering voices, questions. The author, whose real name remains undis- closed, writes in a smooth, logical manner with superb character development and a suspense which lasts to the very last page. For an evening of thrills, read Escape, by Ethel Vance. A. T. Qiirzd, Sand, and Stars by AN'rorNE DESAIN1' EXUPERY translated by Lewis GALANTIERE f306 pp. Reyna! and Hitchcock Q The thoughts of a pilot about flying, his own experiences, and life in general make a singularly beautiful combination of adventure and philosophy. France, the Sahara, Lybia, the Andes, and war- torn Spain, each presents dangerous events and colorful incidents which will not be forgotten. Saint Exupery gives the world in which an airman lives, and he has for that world a clear and mov- ing depth of understanding. CHARLOTTE DAVIS He stands Cwhen he doeslj about five feet eight and one-half inches high and has black hair and brown eyes. His very Southern drawl proves that he is a true son of Mobile, Alabama. After much argument with your reporter, Scotty admitted his preference for the swingsters, his pets being Artie Shaw, Benjamin Goodman, and Woody Herman. He has tried his hand at just about every sport from football to fencing but prefers a good game of basketball. Scotty's affections are not exactly centered on any lady, so the field is still open. He prefers blondes, brunettes, and redheads- Q , His heart, right now, is set on a scholarship in june. Good luck, Scotty! - Gffice garfref! 1 Zoom! Something in red just dashed by, leav- ing you cooled oif by the breeze! No, it 'wasn't a fire engine. just Alice Gartrell, the attractive. popular, and vivacious president of the .Dramatic Association! ' ' ' Besides that time-filling job, she is an assistant in the First-Aid Room, secretarv of the Archery Club, member of the German Club, and former charter member of the Radio Guild. . In addition to dramatics, she is widely known through her mania for collecting silly-and-seri- ous-looking horses. Another hobby, incidentally, is enjoying the company of a good-looking, well- known ex-Centralite. Watch out, new members of the Dramatic Club! Alice's pet peeve is so-called Thespians who won't learn their lines or come to rehearsals. That is the only sure way to ruffle her unusually even disposition. After graduation from Central, Alice plans to go to Maryland University, following that up with a course in dramatics, to prepare for a career as a stage director. A ' gdwirz Sofomozz If some day, slightly after 3 P. M., you are wandering around towards Publications Office, you may see a tall, preoccupied Centralite hurry- ing in that general direction, with a smile and a 1 hearty hello for everyone. It will be Ed Solo- mon, for Eddie is associate editor of the REVIEW, besides being lieutenant-colonel of Cadets, ex- treasurer of the Radio Guild, ex-member of the Dramatic Association, and National Honor So- ciety member. When asked about his hobbies, Eddie scratched hishead and said, I like swing fthe Dorsey brothers and Benny Goodmanj, radio, fwhich may account for the grand work he did in the Radio Guild last yearj, jokes, records, and danc- ing. Ed can really swing a mean hoof, too. He is also one of Central's best tennis players. - It maybe that his success in all these activities is linked up with his pet hate. What is it? Peo- plejwho don't try their best to do a thing right, or who do'it'half-heartedly! A After graduation, American ,University and chemistry may be the program. j Well, congratu- lations on your achievements in the past, Ed, and good luck for the future! ' 6117285 661226 - - Trying to interview J. D. Uames Deane, to the uninitiatedj is a mess. He is a very busy fellow, firing questions at assistant' editors and contributors of THE REVIEW, galloping up and down between Publications Office in 311-A and the armory 'way down below, with intermediate stops at the print shop and the business office. In fact, he's so busy it took three hours to get this short interview! ' ' g How even Jimmy Deane can get in the activi- ties he .does and still keep up his A-1 scholar- ship is something to be wondered at. Besides being editor of THE REVIEW and a member of the Quill Clique, the German Club, and the Na- tional Honor Society, he somehow manages to captain Company B. Captain-Editor Deane ad- mits they're no pushover, those two big jobs of' his, but he's enjoying them. ' ' ' A New Englander, Mr. i Interested-in-every-L thing Deane has inherited a sort of tight-lipped' Yankee efficiency which is constantly in evidence in his dealings with others. ' ' ' Centralite Deane says he'd like to meet every one of his fellow Centralites, so ,try to catch him someday. THE REVIEW l33l W 60 Cyijrife 6? Kexfdook Pnor. A. E. Tavnon, Jn. , RE you, gentle reader, perverted enough to desire to wreck the health of millions of young men and women through eye-strain and mental fatigue, or to send thousands of fairly harmless old ladies to the bughouse ? Or do you wish to spend the rest of your days at the county poor-farm? If so, the gate is wide open for you. Write a textbook. Now that you know how to go about achieving your ends, it may be well to consider what kind of textbook you want to write. That is really quite easy to decide. Think over all the things about which you know absolutely nothing, and pick the one which seems to be the haziest in your mind. This will be your subject. After you have chosen what you are going to write about, it may be well to brush up a little by glancing through a few other textbooks, but this is recommended only in extreme cases. Now you are ready to begin to write. For hypothetical purposes let us say you are going to write a history of ancient Greece. Since the first thing in a book is the title page, we shall began with that. Now, in these days of progres- sive education, everything has to be interesting, so you'd better start off with a good, snappy title. Five years ago something like Adventures in An- cient Hellas would have bowled over every stu- dent in the United States from Seattle to Savan- nah, but in these pleasure-mad days you must have something peppier. H ellasapoppin' would be just dandy, but as objections to this might be raised in more conservative and squeamish quar- ters, a less peppy one might be advisable--say, Inside Greece. The next thing on the title page is the author's name. This is generally followed by a series of initials, or degrees. This string of abbreviations is simply indispensable if you expect your text- book to sell. If you have spent few years as a radio comedian or stunt flier, or if you can knock out Joe Louis, you will probably be able to pick up an honorary degree or two at one of our larger universities: so don't worry too much on that score. Besides, if you are not successful in obtain- Tal Rlvxzw I'-141 ing your degree, you can fall back on I. O. O. F. or B. S. A. Now that you have your degree fixed up, you might as well begin to write. The first thing to write is the preface, where you may do almost anything within reason. You might offer the teachers a few misleading suggestions as to how to use the book, or you might make use of the space to thank your wife for making the index and the man down the street for lending you his pic- ture of the Acropolis. The book proper should be divided into several units. These may, in turn, be divided into chaptersg the chapters into sect1bn.r,' and the sec- tions into paragraphs. The identification of each of these divisions must be slightly different, so that you etan effect something like this: UNIT ONE, CEIAPTER II, Section C, paragraph 4. The book should be thoroughly cross-referenced and liberally sprinkled with confusing little nota- tions beginning with N. B., E. G., Cf., viz., etc., etc. It is advisable to let each unit deal with one subject only. Thus UNIT ONE might be called THE TROIAN WAR. Everything happening between that war and the next one should be bunched together into UNIT TWO. UNIT THREE would be about the next war, UNIT F O UR about the ensuing prosperity and depres- sion, and UNIT FIVE would be about-well, guess. At the end of every chapter it is well to plant a few exercises. These are generally in the form of questions. As there are several different kinds of questions, we shall take them up one by one. First there is the plain old you-tell-me-and-I'lL mark-you variety. They should generally be phrased in a fashion something like this: What was the method of telling time in Greece? Give 6 reasons. Why? Next there is the type commonly known as the thought question, which goes like this: Dis- cuss fully the episode of Archimedes and the bath- tub, and its possible effects on the Athenian plumb- ing industryf' 5 Finally, there is the kind which is in wide favor at the moment, the multiple choice question, wherein the student is asked to choose one of several answers to a given question. It affords a fine opportunity to brighten up class-work, because you can slip in a few funny answers to give the students a laugh. Here is a good example: The Wooden Horse was not used until ten years after the Trojan War broke out because flj there was plenty of time, C21 the Greeks couldn't find a jockey, Q32 the carpenters were on a walk-out. The first answer is, of course, ridiculous. That is the sad thing about this type of question. The funny answer usually turns out to be the right one. At the end of each unit you will Find it a good iflea to have a few special projects. Here are two examples: Choose several members of the class to procure a cube-shaped box, about three feet on a side, and have the teacher climb inside. Put the lid on tightly, lift the box gently, and throw it out the window. Or, Appoint an at- tractive blond girl in the class to sketch, on an outline map on the blackboard, the shortest route to her home. By this time you shouldn't have much left to write. If you have, you can put it in the appendix. After you have finished writing such a textbook, you, of course, get it published. Before we finish, however, one last word of advice: If you don't receive a check from your publisher within two years after your book comes out, you might as well join the Foreign Legion. dlltqlf .Mail CHARLOTTE Dnvxs '41 With a roar and a hum of the nzolor The airplane rose in the night, And a giant wing in the searchlight W as touched with a silver light, While the giant tail in the moonlight Shane with a silver fire, As the swiftly whirling propeller Seemed like a silver wire, But then it rose higher and higher Till the silver light was gone, And the plane was only a shadow That moved on through the night-and on. Tal. Rmvusw I-351 eviews an reviews zhe grapes of Wrath by JOHN STEINBECK f619 pp. The Viking Pressj Across Oklahoma and the Panhandle of Texas, across New Mexico and Arizona, across the burning American desert, stretches Highway 66. Along this road farmers from Arkansas, Kansas, Oklahoma, driven off their lands by dust storms and foreclosure, make their way in creaking jalopies weighted down with their children and their belongings. They are going to California, where they have been told there is work for every able-bodied person, but where wages are paid which are barely sufficient to sustain life. If one family refuses to work for so little, there is always another, just a little hungrier, who will accept. In The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck de- scribes the life of these slaves within a democracy with all the revolting details of filth and misery. The novel has attracted the attention of thoughtful Americans everywhere, some characterize it as another Uncle Tom's Cabin. Surely, Steinbeck argues, there must be something basically wrong in a society which permits the conditions he de- scribes, conditions which have resulted in class hatred and may, eventually, bring about the de- struction of that society itself. The narrative concems one particular migrant family, but it is broken by altemating back- ground chapters , which forefully depict the gen- eral economic and social conditions involved and dramatically expose the grim ruthlessness of pres- ent-day capitalistic enterprise. Steinbeck's chronicle of the Joad family is a powerful, unforgettable tragedy, which may prove to be one of the greatest works of fiction in our literature. The Grapes of Wrath is a strong dose, how- ever, especially jarring to those who like to see America through rose-colored glasses. A. 'r. TH: Rnvlnw E361 5C6ll06 by ETHEL VANCE H28 pp. Little, Brown and Co.j Unlike the recent Reaching for the Stars and Address Unknown, here is a book about Germany which uses Nazi terrorism for something besides the text of a sermon. Although no names are mentioned, it takes little brain work to discover in what country the scene of this story of a daring escape from a concentration camp is laid. Emmy Ritter, actress, is awaiting execution. On the day before the one set for the carrying out of the sentence, a doctor gives her some tablets, and she falls unconscious. Then follows one of the most breathtaking episodes in fiction, as her son and the doctor, aided by an old servant and an American-born countess, attempt a rescue by a plan so fantastic that the conspirators them- selves hardly believe it possible of success. They are nearly dissuaded from their attempt by doubts and fears, despair and exhaustion, and by the apparent impossibility of their scheme. Every- where there is terror-prying eyes, whispering voices, questions. The author, whose real name remains undis- closed, writes in a smooth, logical manner with superb character development and a suspense which lasts to the very last page. For an evening of thrills, read Escape, by Ethel Vance. A. r. Sand and Sian I 7 by AN'roINE DESAINT EXUPERY translated by Liswrs GALANTIERE T306 pp. Reyna! and Hitchcockj The thoughts of a pilot about flying, his own experiences, and life in general make a singularly beautiful combination of adventure and philosophy. France, the Sahara, Lybia, the Andes, and war- torn Spain, each presents dangerous events and colorful incidents which will not be forgotten. Saint Exupery gives the world in which an airman lives, and he has for that world a clear and mov- ing depth of understanding. CHARLOTTE DAVIS dlof Qyeace buf a Sword by VxNcEN'r SHEEAN ' C367 pp. Doubleday, Doran and C o. j So Vincent Sheean has written another good bookl It deals with a subject which has caused much discussion, some of it sensible, and some- well, not so sensible. In short, it's a portrait of the European Situation, written in a journalist's brilliant, brittle style. His book is human, not just a series of un- adorned facts. For one wonders that a Spanish refugee should bemoan a pair of lost gloves, or that a man should be so careful of a few roses in- tended for his wife. Vincent Sheean understood their inability to comprehend the thing facing them g it is easier to look back to the time when one had gloves than to look forward to the time when one will have nothing. I am glad that he saw the people's viewpoint: for they, not the diplomats, suffer the consequences. There are times--indeed, they may be quite frequent-when one disagrees with the author. There are also times when he tells his share ol facts and when one may in consequence be bored 3 but it is worth it. After having read his book, I believe you will have a sense of real accomplish- ment and a feeling of pride in Vincent Sheean, a fellow-American. IETTY WILSON amide Gfsla by JOHN GUNTHER I599 pp. Harper and Brothersj Do you have a secret desire to meet strange people in a strange land, people who for centuries have lived in almost complete mystery, of whom little is known and understood? john Gunther, a great newspaperman, solves the mysteries that have become so deeply involved in the telling and retelling of present-day life in the largest con- tinent-Asia. In his book Inside Asia he gives to the world China and the Far East as they are today. The great personalities of the Asia of the Twentieth Century are dealt with and presented to the read- ing public with masterful skill and precision. Inside Asia is a truly great book and will in- terest the most choosy reader. VIVIA N WOOD Zltzcle gledbz the Sprbzqlinze by P. G. WODEHOUSE l292 pp. Doubleday, Doran and Co.j Frederick Altamont Cornwallis Twistleton, fifth Earl of Ickenham, gets downright trying at times 5 at least, so says his nephew, the long- suffering Pongo Twistleton, who in Uncle Fred in the Springtime accompanies his carefree uncle to Blandings Castle, where the latter impersonates a brain specialist, administers Mickey Finns, ex- tracts money from staid old gentlemen to set young gentlemen up in the onion soup business, and finds Lord Emsworth's prize pig, the Em- press of Blandings, locked in the bathroom. After two mediocre novels, Wodehouse, our master funnyman, is back in his stride. Here he is consistently at the top of his bent, always ready with a new situation, a new character, or a new simile, and always supremely funny. If you know the short-story, Uncle Fred Flits By, you will not be disappointed with this first novel about the incomparable Lord Ickenham. Il you have never met Uncle Fred before, you have a. treat awaiting you in the delightfully daffy U nclc Fred in the Springtime. A. T. 'nz a Stranger re Jmzf by OGDEN NASH I283 pp. Little, Brown and Co.j Some hate broccoli, some hate bacon, ' I hate having my picture taken. How can your family claim to love you- And then demand a picture of you? , The stanza above is a specimen of this bookful. Sheer, delightful lunacy, that's what it is! The writings of Ogden Nash are just the reading for that lazy mood when your interest lies specifically nowhere, but will wander with the author here and there through all subjects, familiar and strange. A The oftener they are read, the greater the humor of these stanzas seems to become. They are certainly not first-rate poetry, but they are certainly first-rate fun. As such, they are an im- portant contribution to the lighter phases of litera- ture. CHRISTINE TAYLOR Tin Rxvuw fs7l in ecards In accordance with the current revival of in- terest in recorded music, THE REVIEW brings you this new department, in which various aspects of recorded performances by artists famous and otherwise will be discussed, and practical sug- gestions for record collectors will be presented. In connection with the Swing-Classical discus- sion appearing elsewhere in this issue, we should like to point out the value of records in enjoying music. It makes no diiference which kind you like, records will increase your enjoyment and appreciation of your favorite music and will help you appreciate music with which you may not be so familiar. A well-rounded collection should include both classical and popular selections. Good collections are built up carefully, and great care should be taken that you don't make a purchase which you might regret later on. On the classical side, operatic overtures are good to begin with, you might get Weber's overture to Oberon CColumbia 694l0Dj as your first one. There are other exciting overtures by Weber, Rossini, Beethoven, Wagner, Smetana, and many others. As your collection expands, you will want larger works, such as Tschaikow- sky's Romeo and Juliet, Wagner's Overture and Venusberg Music from Tannhauser, symphonies by Beethoven and Tschaikowsky, concertos by Beethoven and Mozart, and some of the composi- tions of Richard Strauss, Debussy, and Sibelius. A Strauss waltz or two, say, Tales From the Vienna Woods or the Emperor Waltz, would not be amiss. THE REVIEW will supply on request the numbers and names of the best performances of important recorded classics. A discussion of the complete swing library will appear in the next issue. Recent Releases I October 1 to November 151 Outstanding recent classical releases include: Felix Weingartner's performance of Brahms' THE. Rnvrew i331 First Symphony fColumbia Set M383Jg Bruno Walter's of Mozart's Symphony No. 41 QVictor Set M5841 5 an album of songs and arias by Lily Pons fVictor Set M5991 5 a Toscanini recording of the William Tell Overture QVictor Set M6055 3 and Sir Thomas Beecham's set of excerpts from Bizet's Carmen QColumbia Set Xl44J. Wein- gartner, Walter, and Beecham are celebrated European conductors, all top-notch, with whom we should be better acquainted. Columbia is also featuring Orson Welles' Mercury Theatre pro- duction of Julius Caesar fColumbia Set CIOJ. Highbrows will go for Heifetz and the Boston Symphony under Koussevitzky playing Brahms' D Major violin concerto fVictor Set M58lJ, and Joseph Szigeti playing Emest Bloch's violin con- certo with a French orchestra QColumbia Set M380j. Bloch is a contemporary American com- poser whose work is far superior to the usual run of modern music. He stands with Sibelius and Richard Strauss as one of the greatest of living composers. Outstanding popular releases include Benny Goodman's Iumpin' at the W oodside, Harry James' Feet Draggin' Blues, Matty Malneck's Then I Wrote the Minuet in G fColumbia 35232, 35227, and 35212, respectivelyj. On Bluebird are Shaw's Trafu: Jam CBIOSSSJ and Barnet's Cherokee fB10373J. Decca brings us Count Basie's piano solo, The Fives Q2722J, and the Merry Macs singing My Cat Fell in the Well and Vol Vistu Gaily Star f2759j 5 while Vocalion oifers Clap Hands, Here Comes Charlie, by Basie's orchestra CSOSSQ, and Johnny Hodges' Rent Party Blues 151001. On Victor you will find Clinton's Satan in Satin and Golden Bantam Q26354J, his The Last Two Weeks in July f2635lj, and Alec Templeton's Man with a New Radio Q26348Jg another interesting Templeton disc is No. 26353, And the Angels Sing as it might be sung at the Metropolitan Opera House. A. 'r. Cla Oflm Spwfafgf T'S quite exciting, don't you think, captain? Rather as if we were living in one of Mr. Romney's books. The countess smiled to- ward the eminent writer. Perhaps we are! called the rosy gentleman at the end of the table. At that, he broke into loud and prolonged laughter, which ended only when he had succeeded in upsetting his glass and was forced to depart to change his clothes. Yes, agreed Mr. Romney, this is a fine opportunity for an author. Perhaps I shall . . . Do you think there are any submarines near us ? breathlessly asked a stout lady in a brown tweed suit. Definitely, pronounced the gentleman oppo- site her, who had been the object of her attention during the entire meal. Oh, you don't mean it ! Very well, I don't mean it. My! the tweeded lady cooed, I'd love to see a submarine! I hope you do, then, replied the gentleman, at that point beginning a conversation with the waiter. Are we to be allowed the deck at all on this voyage, captain? asked the green-faced, spec- tacled gentleman next to the countess. It's hor- rible to be cooped up all the time. The captain shook his head. The green hue deepened. J. G. DEAN: '40 What do you think of the European situa- tion? I think it's gone beyond a situation. Yes, sighed a bearded professor, the world has reverted once more to savagery. The day will come . . . Won't I be glad to get home! exclaimed someone loudly. Let us hope we do .... I consider the library on this ship disgraceful. I shall write . . , Delightful weather we had today. Yes, I wish I could enjoy it more. But I keep thinking . . . New York is certainly a ii . . . Are we being convoyed ? I ean't tell you. Let's ask the captain. Cap -why, he isn't here! He must have . . . The first shock, so sudden, now was gone. As they sat packed in the lifeboats, a cold melancholy closed down over them. They seemed to be living in a dream, these tiny, helpless creatures watching the waves crawl higher and higher on their palace of moment ago. Their eyes fixed on that sinking shape, they watched, silent and numb. 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Tx: Rxvnw E411 1 0 Elly 6L5 Good JACK SMITH '40 PLOT for a story! johnny needed one, in fact, l1e'd been needing one for six weeks. He had spent that time waiting for the inspiration and gloating over the honors which would be his when his story was published and acclaimed the best that had ever been written by a student of Old Main. Now, johnny knew his English. His diction was excellent, his spelling was always correct, he could decline a noun or conjugate a verb as easily as most boys find their way to the dining roomg he knew all of the rules of punctuation and the pages on which they could be found. Johnny was good. Johnny knew that he was, too. This'll be a breeze, he had thought, when he got his assignment to write a short story for the school magazine. All I need is to decide on a plot and then take a few hours to write it down. Contemplating the assignment, his ambitions ex- panded until, at length, he began to wonder whether he should permit the use of his story free of charge. As the deadline drew ncar, however, even Johnny became somewhat worried. No suitable plot presented itself. I wonder why nothing ever happens around here that would make a good plot, he mused. Maybe I could write about the sea and use part of that composition I wrote. It was a honey! His imagination failed to produce a sea plot, how- ever. Incidentally, he knew nothing about life at Sea. The deadline was next Monday. Saturday, slipping up on him, found him still without a plot. Have you written that story you've been talk- ing about ? his father asked at the dinner table on Saturday, and, when his son hesitated, be con- tinued, I should suggestthat you do it tonight. Can't. Haven't got a plot yet, johnny ad- mitted. Guess I'll take Jean out tonight and get an inspiration. Jean inspired him only to take her out next week. By Sunday morning, the problem of that story was really alarming johnny. What if he failed to develop a suitable plot! What would his Eng- grand Tns Ri-:view l42l f lish teacher think! What would the students who knew about his assignment say! However, after he had eaten a good breakfast, his old confidence returned. He knew how it was with authors. He had seen them in the movies. When they had to have a plot, it came to them at the very last minute. I'm running down to the library, he told his mother. An author needs a quiet place to work. I'll be back in time for dinner. How about my taking the car P You're using it? I'll be so tired by the time I walk that far I won't be able to write a thing. Oh, all right, but it does seem that you could cooperate, when I have such a short time to do such an important piece of work. So Johnny started to the library afoot, mumbling about the way he was treated at home. On his way, he passed an old, deserted house in the midst of an exclusive residential section of the town. It was set back from the street, in grounds which, covering a block, must have been worth a fortune, though the building itself was desolate. The upper windows were brokeng those near the ground had been boarded up. Where a massive column had given away, the porch sagged. The yard was deep with weeds, though here and there classic statues raised their heads above the tangled growth. A tall iron fence surrounded the lawng the massive gate at the entrance was se- cured by a rusted padlock. While Johnny was surveying the place with vacant eyes, a motion at an attic window caught his attention. Yellowed curtains were slowly parted at the center, and a pale face appeared at the opening, a face of a woman. She peered in- tently about, for an instant. Then the curtain dropped back into place, and the house resumed its appearance of vacant desolation. Humph! Johnny said to himself, as he re- sumed his brisk walk. I wonder what she's doing in that old barn of a place. I don't see how she got in. She sure would have a hard time, climb- ing that fence. Soon, though, the incident was dismissed from his mindg he resumed his mental search for a plot. i The spring air was still, and clouds were gather- ing, with a threat of rain. Johnny's course took him on past a vacant lot. Turning a corner, he came upon a small girl, standing over the body of a dead dog, and crying her heart out. She was the only person in sight until a black-haired, mid- dle-aged woman opened the door of a nearby house and called, Come here this instant, Mary. But, Aunty, it's my dog, the little girl sobbed, and leaned over as if to gather the dead form in her arms. Don't touch that nasty thing! the woman screeched crossly. You might get some of the poison-I mean-it's a . . . dirty . . . Come here this instant, or I'll whip you. Slowly the lonely little figure started toward the houseg then suddenly she turned, ran back to the still form, dropped to her knees, and bent low over it. Angrily the woman dashed toward the child as Johnny turned another corner, out of sight. d Queen Looks like Auntie poisoned the kid's og-U After another block, he entered the district known as shanty town. Doors opened directly onto the sidewalks, garbage cans lined the curbs, there was an unpleasant odor. A spatter of rain fell. Johnny stepped into the entrance of a vacant building, for shelter. Pretty lucky there was an empty house hanflv l he thought, as he watched the spring rain beat against the pavement. From the door where he was standing he noticed that a hall led back, and as the shower lessened, he heard voices from a near-by room. Something about it all aroused his curiosity. Quietly he moved down the hall in the direction of the voices. A door was open a crack, and there was a light inside, under which stood a tall, foreign-looking man. He was well dressed: his hair was neatly combedg there was an air of ready money about him. Facing him was an angry group of shabbily dressed men obviously belonging to shanty town. Their conversation was in some foreign tongue. Pulling a wallet from his pocket, the tall man removed from it several bills, which he held before the watching group. For a moment there was quiet, then the group nodded in approval. It oc' curred to Johnny that he was watching something which he was not supposed to see. Quietly but shaking a little he moved to the door and stepped out into the street. The rain had passed. From shanty town, his route took him past an open-air lunch-stand. Deciding he was hungry, he stopped for something to eat. As he munched his hamburger and listened to Benny Goodman on the lunch-stand radio, an old man stepped up to the counter and spoke to the waiter. Is it ten o'clock P he asked. Straight up, Mister, the waiter replied. Would you mind tuning in WSKY P Idly the waiter flipped the dial. A rich baritone voice was singing an operatic aria. The old man stood motionless, his hand gripping the edge of the counter, while the magnificent voice rose and fell through the difficult passages. Who's the singer ? the waiter asked, but the old man did not seem to hear. When the song was finished, he looked up at the waiter and thanked him. Who was that ? the waiter repeated. With a touch of pride that seemed to straighten his bent shoulders, the old man replied, That was joseph Carrotti. Would you mind telling me why you're so specially interested in his song ? For a moment the old man hesitated. Then he said, I'll tell you. Joseph Carrotti is not his real name. He is Joe Moore. My name is also Joe Tas Ravi:-:w U31 Moore. Ioseph Carrotti is my son. .. Johnny had finished his saridwicl1.','fWonder why Joseph Carrotti let's his dad' 'go around dressed like that, he wondered, as he walked away. I 1 . HQ A When hefapproached the library, he felt a sense of relief. 'It's going tofeel good to rest my feetf' he- thoiight. I Then the noticed ag parking space directly infront of their entrance. f ' I h be Look atfthat- now !', Leonid have parked right atfthe door and been working on my story for the past hour! Might even have thought of a plot by this time! iWish the folks weren't so- stingy with the car! - ' ' ' . As he entered the building and made his way to a quiet corner in thereading. room, he won- dered, Where in heck do writers get their stories, anyway ? I M T here followed a half-hour ofpencil chewing, at the end of which Johnny's face lighted. e I have it ! he said. I have it! I'll write a story about, a lost mine in the Himalaya Moun- tains. 'I armor in a Coy jalloon - Or flzereahouis - Cnannorrz Davis '41 Where do I come from? Who am I! I lived in the wind, g But a cloud came by 5 I lived in the sea, But I 'soon got wetp I' lived on the earth, But the earth upsetg So now I live in a cavern deep I Where a great horned dragon lies asleep, Where hir snoring frightens a waterfall And knocks down stones from the dusty wall. Tn: Rlvnw U41 Qyhen gf gfappens HEN, suddenly, the bottom fell out of every- thing! All the joy of graduation from the junior high, of vacation, of prom, of every- thing--snatched away! Her mother and father were getting a divorce! Face streaked with tears, brown hair a tangled mass, Marcia sat in the sunroom, sobbing over and over to herself, Why? Why to me ? She felt passionately that she hated her parents for this. They've just ruined everything, she sobbed. So intent was she with her misery that she did not notice a tall, slender woman who came quietly in, her blue eyes clouded with weariness and despair. Hesitatingly, Mrs. Wainford walked over and put her hand on Marcia's shaking shoulders. 4 Please, dear,,you mustn't act this way. You want us to be happy, don't you, Marcia? . Oh, Mother, please, go away. But, dear, listen to me. I don't want to listen to you. I don't want to listen to anybody. . In silence, Mrs. Wainford stood over her daughter for a minute, then left the room. As was usual when things were wrong at home, Marcia felt she must go over to see Granny Wain- ford. It was always Granny who dried Marcia's tears and told her what to do. Picking herself up from the couch, the girl dried her eyes with the backs of her hands and went out. It was a glorious June day, though Marcia had not noticed. She did not even see Chet coming up the street. Chet, president of her graduating class, was taking her to the prom, though that was not important now. Gee whizz, can't you wait for a guy? I was- why, Marcia, what's wrong? You're crying! Nothing's wrong. Please- Good night! You're not mad with me be- cause I danced with Anne Riley at the party, are you? Gee whizz! I was just being polite. It was her party. I'm not angry with you, Chet. It's some- , 4 pg tg, Gnoam Luna '40 thing else, something ever so much bigger. Sud- denly she was again engulfed in a wave of self- pityg her sobs welled up. Chet, exceedingly embarrassed and puzzled, offered the best he knew. Would a soda help any, Marcia ? No. No, thank you, Chet. I'm going to see Granny. Why, Marcy, your grandmother was going to the Home today, to celebrate its anniversary. You knew that. It was too much! Marcia plumped down on the steps and sobbed as if her heart would break. Chet, left standing there, was really worried. When his sister cried, it was because she could not have her own way, and you could always stop her by giving in. But Marcia was different: she wasn't spoiled. Maybe a soda might work now, after all. ' . Would you like ai soda now, Marcy? H The only answer was more tears. I'll 'bring it to you, if you don't want anybody to see you crying. Huh ? Oh, all right. I'Il be back in a minute, then. Left! alone, the terribleness of the situation really came over Marcia. Her home life had never been a happy one, it was true, there had always been quarrels between her parents, ever since she could remember. Marcia's mother must long since have ceased to love her husbandg he had never seemed to Marcia a real husband or a real father, anyway. It wasn't that she really hated her mother for the divorce. It was the thought of the coming scandal, the gossip, that made Marcia feel as she did, Gordonsville was a small town, and news traveled so fast. Then, as her tears began to dry, she started to think of the beauty of the last few weeks: she had been voted the prettiest and most popular girl in the graduating class 3 her mother had given a big party in her honor, and Chet had asked her to the prom. Now, none of it seemed to matter. Just as she was beginning to pity herself, a Tal: Rxvxzw E451 Finally, as they were munching away on the candy, Chet said, Now suppose you tell me what's wrong. I can't, Chet. It's something I've got to face alone. Marcia was just fourteen, and fourteen is dramatic. I Well, gee whizz! You could tell me. After all, I'm your boy friend, you know. Deadly serious, Marcia turned her tired, tear- stained face towards Chet. Maybe, if I tell you, you won't want to take me to the prom. Gosh! You'd have to commit murder for me to feel that way. Honest, you can tell me. He ran his lean, tanned fingers through his curly black hair, a characteristic gesture when worried or perplexed. Gee, what could have happened? For a minute there was silence. Then, when she realized that, with Granny away, there was no one else to whom she could turn, Marcia blurted out, Mother and Father are getting a divorce, and everybody will talk. Nobody will like me, and--and I'm so worried I don't know what to do. She struggled to keep back her tears. . Chet said nothing. He just sat there. He sighed. There was silence. He sighed again. Marcia stole a glance at him. When she saw how queerly he was looking at her, she was really frightened. Oh, why did I tell him? Now he won't even take me to the prom. I wish I was dead. I guess lots of people get divorced, Chet ven- tured finally. Yes, I know. But don't you understand? It's terrible when it happens to you. But you don't have to worry, though. It'll never happen to you. - Suddenly Chet turned to her. His voice was THE Ruvisw i461 hard. Would you have liked it if your mother had run off and left you and your father when you were only four? Left you with a little baby sisteg? You wouldn't have liked that, would you. ' Oh, that's terrible! But it's not true, is it? Sure, it's true, he replied in the same hard voice. That's what my mother did. Oh, Chet, I'm sorry,-but-who's your mother now? Did she come back? No, she didn't come back. My parents were divorced, then, three years later, Dad married again. Are you happy? Sure, I'm happy. She's the swellest mother in the world, better than my real mother. It would have been dumb for Dad not to divorce her, just because of the scandal. Again there was silence. This time, though, it was not a dark, ominous silence, it was the silence that comes when two lost souls see the light. Marcia was seeing the light now. All the bitter, mean things she had said to her mother came over her. She realized how wrong she had been, how thoughtless. She remembered the countless sacrafices, the kind words, the presents. She wanted to run home as fast as she could, to fall into her mother's arms, to tell her that a divorce was the best thing. After all, mothers have a right to be happy. You're right, Chet. I-I guess I'd like to go see Mother now. Sure you would. I'1l come by and see you tomorrow-if you want me to. Oh, yes, please. 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