Valley City State University - Viking Yearbook (Valley City, ND)

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5:29:52 tunic!! 0 I VALLEY CITY CHAPTER OF DEMOLAY The following college men are members of the local chapter: Oficers Master Councilor .......... BURTON BOYD Senior Councilor ..... RAY FEARINC Scribe .. . .. ..... GEORGE WRIGHT Treasurer . ..... ALFRED FELDMAN Senior Deacon . .... KENNETH HELFERTY junior Deacon ..... LYLE McFADGEN Chaplain .. ..... GORDON CORBY Musician ..... HANS LEE Members Burton Boyd Alfred Feldman Lyle lVlcFadgen Herman Burchill Stanley Fleming Clifford McMillan Eddie Glavacletcher Kenneth Helferty John Mienhardt Gordon Corby Leonard Jennings Harold Nelson ' David Dahl Arnold Kirkness Noral Severson 0 Kenneth Dale Alvin Lee Adolf Soroos Y Walter Eggert Hans Lee George Wright Ray Fearing Edward Zamzow Y Y Y ip Y - - :ascii 126

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ITL Q so f o 91giiff:fziSf QL- V' E E ,IU President .... Vice President . . . Secretary-Treasurer Adviser ......... Honorary Member Associale Member Bumette Anclerson Laura Artis Byrdie Atkins Dorothy Atkins Elsie Bergerson Helen Bjone Helen Carroll Lillian Christiansen NU SIGMA PSI M embers Gladys Dustin Palma Fristad Clara Gaeclcle Mae Galbreath Evelyn Hartman Florence Herolcl Dorothy Huber I25 .BURNETTE ANDERSON .PEARL MCISAAC .MAE CALBREA TH MISS CRANZ .MISS WING .IOANNA SAD Eleanor Jeffries Pearl Mclsaac Bertha Moses Bernice Ridgway Joanna Sad Anne Scheuster Florence Vaneli Margaret Whalen f. .ri f Q...

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1 1 r. tl alll' l lb I l l r . r f w M l l ,W Q T l or N l i f 1 1 J N 1 I! X! .. yr . il fl lr fl r lr r fi . iz i 3 , rl l Q' vi ll 'l 'il l r' I l i 1 I . r fl l l it W . ll N I it ,nr Jr pf 5 NLD. ll-.lr ,1,1lj, ll illi- Wt ' hi L , ff-f ,f il l HOT TAR By Harvey Tomlinson, E. B. C. Society fAwarded lirst place, lntersociety Original Short-Story Contestj A vulture Hew over the little village. Below, clean bornes licked white by the dhobi's dog had been drying since early forenoon under the hot Indian sun. With creaking wings the vulture returned to its poplar tree. The day had advanced a little past noon bringing with it that tropical heat that penetrates unmercifully all attempts to shut it out. It had not rained for three weeks and the lou, like a hot blast from the furnace, carried on a withering process that had begun already to give the plains a desert sternness. The shellacked leaves of the poplar trees rustled in much the same manner as they did yesterday-or last week, except that the dry, grating sound was becoming more pronounced. At one end of the village and not far from the well, three water-buffaloes, wallowing lazily in a pool of mud, settled them- selves deeper into the luke-warm Huid, leaving as they did so and as they had done yes- terday and the week before, only their black heads joined to the thin ridges of their backs, open to the attacks of the sun and flies. ln the village, no one thought of work. It was enough to lie on one's back and breathe. Still the village street was not entirely deserted. A few lean bodies ,brown and naked to the waist, moved in the shade of projecting thatch roofs. And as they moved, seeming not to notice the heat or to be uncomfortable in it, they showed but little more than a stolid interest toward one end of the street where hung from a tripod a large pot half-full of tar. A young girl poked coals under it until it bubbled a little-hellish stuff- until it burdened the air with a rancid odor. The sun had traveled nearly an hour past noon before there came from one of the mud huts a group of five men. As they walked down the street they formed a square, one man at each corner, completely surrounding the fifth man. This fifth man, Rai Dass, with his arms bound to his sides was treated in much the same manner as a prisoner would have been. And why not? Did not his offense call for a severe punishment? Had not his guilt been proved to the satisfaction of the priest? Three weeks and a day it had been since Rai Dass in a fit of anger had killed the sacred cow. It had repeatedly made inroads into his small patch of green things, his only source of food for the coming dry seasong and Rai Dass had repeatedly driven it off by throwing stones at it. But stones had lost their power of persuasion and Rai Dass, determined to be bothered by that cow for the last time and aggravated further by the thought of a scantier crop than usual, had been unable to control his anger. He had used his sickle. It had gone deep, behind the right shoulder. He had broken the pact of alliance that Vishnu had decreed should exist between man and beast. Self preservation to him had become more important than his religion. He had burned at the thought of giving that animal the freedom of his field when as a consequence he would he forced to go to a neighboring city to beg during the dry season, or follow the jungle along the river to get his food with ubandar-log. l27