University of California Los Angeles - Bruin Life / Southern Campus Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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The last Imt not least is a bun, With our troubles we all to her run Yes. you have guessed, — We know she ' s the best, ril close mv iingle — it ' s Dunn. ' m

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lames Lhaniberlain, liow does he know, The winds and why the} l)low? He knows also rocks And all sudden shocks Down in the earth far l)elow. Miss Stei)hens. a lady cjuite small, And of music, she knows it all ; She knows it by rote, And also by note. Her melddies resound tlirou h the hall. ] lr. Miller! ( )h. he is the man, Who after a butterfly ran ; ' ith fleet feet and net He got it. you bet ; And its bright wings then did he scan. There is a young man, Gesell, Who knows phychology well, And everything new In Child Study, too. On his knowledge we ' ll no longer dwell. For Macurda. what can you say? He came from Frisco one da} ' To aid Dr. .Millspaugh. And teach some school law, And his talks on discipline! — Say! ' There is another, ere I quit. Who in Reading has made a great hit. The stage lost an actress, A great benefactress— hen Hunnewell said, ' Fll teach school a bit.

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A Play Or, perhaps, just the Material for a Play There slioukl be a great American drama written about American school lite. If you could catch the genuine atmosphere of an Institution of Learn- ing! If you could re])roduce a characteristic I- acuity with their serious, responsible manners ; a characteristic student body with their frivolous, inditfcrcnt attitudes Go to, — why not? 1 shall seize upon this valuable material. .Myself and no other shall become in a night the long-looked-for truly American playwright. M ' name on every one ' s lips. My money in every theatre box-office. Now it only remains to hit upon an important, well-known school. One of wide-spread influence, with a national reputati(jn. I have it. The dear old Hall of Learning on Fifth street. More than fi e thousand brilliant minds, according to the official records. ha e felt its benign tuition. More than a hundred teachers have helped mould the vigorous minds of these noble young students. (This play could turn into just a commonplace farcical thing like Why Smith Left Home, ' nr What Happened to Jones, but L ' m not going to let it, would you? Lm going to keep it on a high plane, almost a Tragedy. It seems more dignified then. And Dignjity is so essential in any Institution, particularlv in an Institution of Learning.) Well, so much for Looking About. Of course, }(iu know this is not an easy task. — to do it on a really big scale. But I have a Strange Feeling Within that assures me an unrelenting Fate has named me as her Agent. (Notice that I sometimes capitalize un- important words. It is reminiscent of Thomas Carlyle and George Ade. The words are not really unimportant. They have a deep symbolic meaning to those having eyes to see (suggestive of Maeterlinck.) All this long pre- amble of explanationings is in the amusing but impressive vein of G. Bernard Shaw. Did you ever notice about his plays? You spend so much time getting through the Preface that the evening is gone and the real ])lay not begun. Xow. I ought to have something in here suggesting the influence of that gigantic modern, Henrik Ibsen. That is almost too easy. Why, to be sure ! I am fortunate in writing of a school where on the Faculty and in the Student Bodv are great, wonderful, peculiar, fascinating women. Ibsen does not make much of the men ' s parts. Neither do we. It ' s surprising, isn ' t it. that whenever we stop to look, we find ourselves so amazingly like the World ' s Greatest Ones? But, no matter, let ' s go on with the play. We are ready for the Name. Suppose we agree upon Climbing. That is both Realistic and Symbolic. Tableaus are eflfective. We will begin with a Tableau. A Great Build- ing on a High Hill. From every direction, innumerable hurrying throngs, climbing, climbing, steep inclines, long flights of steps. Climbing. They carrv books and boxes and bags. Some are young: some are old. Some are near-voung: some near-old.