United Colleges - Vox Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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LITERARY Judgi es LIVE DR. J. H. S. REI W. E. SWAYZE The VOX Award for 1953-1954 has been awarded to CARLE BROTHERS Affectionately, we speak To ageless time, whose cheek Beside our own cheek glows. We are calmed by repose; Such thoughts held in hand We readily understand. Yet, in the silence of that frame Of mind, without order or name Moments like these come to prove The power of time to change and move Us, onward toward the goal. 13

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Yours Truly Jack Ripper By MORLEY SPEIGEL I N the Fall of the year 1888, an unseen killer prowled the foggy streets of London’s East End. His trademark was a knife—a weapon he handled with sadistic skill; his handiwork—the slashed and mutilated bodies of women. For three months his malignant presence struck terror into the heart of London: a terror which only those who have felt can know. Nor was this merely some insane killer, for at the height of the growing panic the following poem ap¬ peared for three days in a newspaper: “I’m not a butcher, I’m not a kid, Nor yet a foreign skipper; But I’m your own true loving friend, Yours truly, JACK THE RIPPER”. They found the young lady lying quietly in her room, limbs neatly arranged; and at the foot of the bed—her head. Then the killer dis¬ appeared—he disappeared; he was not caught. What has become of Jack the Ripper? Is he alive today? If so, when and where will he strike next? Ladies and gentlemen, we present an adaptation of Robert Bloch’s short story, Yours truly, Jack the Ripper. A bar in the Chicago slums—the back booth; the unsteady clink of bottle and glass—a trickle of liquid; a slight gasp; the striking of a match, the glowing tip of a cigaret, a stream of bluish smoke drifts into tlie shadows—drifts into and merges with the gloom which envelops the back booth like a shroud. JOHN CARMODY—As I sat and watched the man opposite me turning restlessly in his drunken stupor, a feeling of disgust mixed with pity filled me with a sensation I could not attempt to analyse. A few short hours ago this person was a reasonably sane and intel¬ ligent man. I said reasonably because he has an obsession—an obsession which has left the mark of phobia on his mind. He came to me, John Carmody—eminent psychiatrist, for help. ROBERT NELSON (stirs, mumbles a few un¬ intelligible words, then subsides once more into drunken stupidity) JOHN—It began very simply—these things al¬ ways do. It was quiet at the office this after¬ noon, and I was preparing to leave early, when . . . NURSE—“A gentleman to see you, Dr. Car¬ mody—a Mr. Robert Nelson. He says it’s very urgent”. JOHN—“All right, send him in; and you may go now, Miss Jones”. He came in. Urgent was scarcely the word—desperation was written on every line of his face and in his nervous, erratic gestures. “Please sit down, Mr. Nel¬ son. What seems to be the trouble”? ROBERT (voice is strained)—“Doctor, have you ever heard of—Jack the Ripper”? JOHN—“Mmm . . . yes, vaguely”. I was try¬ ing to be sarcastic but it passed overhead ROBERT (impatiently interrupting)—“Do you know his history; do you recall what hap¬ pened to him”? JOHN (sarcastically)—“I believe he disap¬ peared after his infamous crimes; they never did catch him. Is that correct”? ROBERT (intensely)—“Dr. Carmody, I believe that Jack the Ripper is alive—right here in Chicago—and will kill again tonight”. JOHN—I got serious, fast. The man’s face was distraught—his mind, his whole being was ob¬ viously wrapped up in what he was telling me. My first impulse was to recommend a sanatorium for a long rest, but I had to hear his story. “I must admit you’ve startled me, Mr. Nelson. Could you give me a few more details”. ROBERT—“I’ve studied everything I could get my hands on about Jack the Ripper: his every known move. And I deduced those that are unknown. I’ve followed a trail of blood across two continents, a trail marked by the Ripper’s specialty, the slashed and mutilated bodies of women. Right here in America—the Cleve¬ land torso slayings, and other unsolved 14