2, 1923 THE MICHIC NEWEL BEBOUT HEAVEN 1"" If heaven be considered a state of "S" stands for Stork and for Swan. I Both are living "S's" running on legs; happiness, it is then relative and not for they have S shaped figures made absolute; for happiness is a success-' by beak, neck and body. ful struggling in which one's desires find satisfaction. Thus heaven is a Books eat me up because they hate state of strife, of war. me "AN DAILY PAGE FIVE They swallow me between gigantic clear-nature's shining mirror reflect- covers. ing beauty. They grind my mind into imperti- Cold, barren tree limbs long drench- nent facts; and devour n'e sa- ed with rain are alive-alive with bril- vagely. giant green things-leaves or maybe Books eat me up because they hate worms. me!'. Cocoons-lumps of dark, black, coal But why do they hate me? soot are, touched by a magic wand. Is it because I snub them, because Now they are butterilies, vivid yel- I merely give them a glance lows and blues. when they deserve to be read? Perhaps! CQUE STION S ecurity May be found for your valuable docu- ments by using our Safety Deposit Vault. The service will please you. Farmers & Mechanics Bank 101.105 SOUTH MAIN 330 SOUTH STATE t It i .s i E1 hl VIEW POINTS Fragments of truth perceived through a cloud of tiny fact particles: this is the life picture of the prac- tical man. And contrary to this is the pano- rama which lies before the poet who from his pinnacle of philosophical contemplation peers down into the depths of actuality but fails to see the facts which are hidden because over- shadowed with more monstrous real- ities. Better by far than these men is the glass-eyed fool who knows neither falsity nor the opposite of falsity be- cause he sees nothing at all. PRHAVE A Gray, oppressive snow clouds, som- bre, dull are chased away over the orizon-now the sky is splendidly R es O si- A fault most commonly found with young college graduates is a lack of responsibility. They fail to keep bilit rpromises and appointments. They are unprepared to j assume the responsibilities they under take. A promise is a sacred thing and should be lived up to implicitly. You have responsibilities here, doubtless you live up to them largely, but nevertheless they will be increased ten-fold when you start to work. Time now to train yourself to assume them. if you promise to have a thesis at a certain time, do it, if you have to set up all night. If you borrow a dollar from your room-mate, pay him back when you promise to. It is not only a matter of common decency which your associates will appreciate, but it will distinguish you from so many hundreds of others, who are somewhat lax. You, too, will find just cause for pride in promptly fulfilling your obligations. . Shortly you will find your reputation for responsibility an invaluable asset. The world will know you as a man of your word in every way. You wiltnot need to spend valuable time after you get out of college in learning to assume responsibi The Ann Arbor Savings Bank THE STRONGEST BANK IN WASHTENAW COUNTY TWO OFFICES: MAIN at HURON-707 NORTH UNIVERSITY If men were born free would they form no conception of good and evil as long as they were free as Spinoza says, or is good beyond selfishness? OF A CERTAIN LYNX At dusk one evening I sat on a rail fence near where a cow-path wound into a forest. There was no wind to stir things up; and the umbrella-trees and Osage-oranges appeared distor- tioned in the shadowed light. Fur- thermore all brooks and streams were ,ery far away and this combined with the peculiar absence of singing birds made the hour silent and quite still. Not even owls were there, nor cawing hawks, nor spiders: so I felt lonely and in no mean way dejected. All I could possibly do was now and then to whistle a strain from a Wagnerian opera lest melancholy hover close upon me; but as the minutes passed this, too, was appalling, so I stopped. Perhaps my eyes blinked occasionally with a weariness; but truly I do not think this was so, for I was merely still-and lonely. All at once, however, I was startled to perceive a silver coated lynx leis- urely walking toward me down the .cow-path with a queer-shaped 'book under his *arm. He advanced with careless steps and was noiseless; but every moment drew closer. Now it is not conventional for silver lynx to walk upright on two feet; nor is it their regular custom to bear great tomes at their sides. It is no wonder that I was amused by this lynx, and seriously perplexed. Especially was I aghast at the strangeness of the shape of the book. The lynx came near me slowly. Wlen immediately by my side, he crossed his slender legs and sat upon them; and then he opened the fantastically shaped book and melodiously read aloud: Gipsies are not brunette girls with orange silk skirts ound to trim waists with lavender girdles; nor do they travel to foreign countries in canvas covered wagons drawn by mules. -Gipsies are exceptional things. They are poor men's thoughts which escape their toiling bodies to roam the clover fields of heaven. Follow the gipsies!" "The moon is not a satellte whirl- ing around the earth; for them it would be a silly joke. The moon is a great rond pie which God takes a bite out of ever so often.- Con- template the moon!" "Snowflakes are tiny fairy palaces; and bachelor-buttons are sneaking gnomes in disguise. Dew is sprinkled on grass-blades from slug-drawn water tanks. And musie-charmed snakes are writhing spirits of a dance Crane-fies are made' out ot green tooth-picks. Life As a: play and the world Is a trick. Man is a jack-in-the-box. Think about man!" Then the lynx, whose reading was marvelously smooth, closed the e oticaly shaped book, rose and hur- ied back to the forest. And night came and darkened everything. Ureeus Exit Triolet I intended an Ode And it turned to a Sonnet- It began a la mode I intended an Ode But Rose crossed the road In her latest new bonnet; I intended an Ode- And it turned to a Sonnet! -By Henry Austin Dobson.