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THE MICHIGAN DAILY
SUNDAY, JANUARY 27, 1924
SUNDAY, JANUARY 27, 1924
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Jean Huguenot. It is a hopeless j feat. Yes, my Marguerite is a very who, becoming gardener-desired to a a lofty and steep rock, and I see the
woman, finally a third time come inte risky affair, even at the piano. convent so physically declined in moist cloud which envelopes the head-
a haven. Twice is enough-this is health that he was forced to loose his of this rock. That is to say, a place
anticlimax and poor. That flaming1 I am an ardent lover of fiction, tongue from muteness and pray. It fiercwarlake en to abia
mother-love is wasted and : gone,1 Nothing thrills me more than a good is great literature which makes the place for phantom's tonest in. Ulti-
though Benet resurrects it and gives I heart throb, and the face flush, and mately this moisture will destroy the
it an illegitimate child. of Hugues to the mind become intent! Thus one rock; ultimately these spirits will
cherish. And all this 'waste through atrs and thera therinj e of the greatest novels of all time. is destroy the men. . Now -then
thoughtlessness-Jean's in her sudden to myself the events, and as for ap- the Mare's tail wherein Don Gianni, a swiftly-place there a rock. Let it
and unsuitable marriage, that ,f preciating the technique of the au- skillful magician, almost, but not mount high. Swiftly I tell-you; convey
others in causing that war -which it1 quite, succeeded in converting poor the idea of a mist which. hugs the
killed her new-found .joy. . Thought-;tPietro's wife into a horse; . failing be- head of this rock. You ask about the
than I.. And :with all -my exorbitant
lessness- tragedy. ean I Acontnue mainain a f cause Pietro intervened at-the critical colors? Do not look at Nature, but
worite author. Where, tell me, can moment. It is really a pity that times ] look - at the- play :f the poet. Two
BIERNE VOIFFULS you find more interesting stories thaz:change so and that our literati snub colors; one for the- rock, the man;
(Continued from Pagef oFour) t fnd oe in ting o Ban the most intimate occasions in life to oje for.the mist, the spirit. Touch not
activity. Hamadryades in h ab i t e d ylon, who sent his daughter to the squander their attention on superfu- a single otherc , butoly these
every tree! King of Algrave, but she, being ship- ous things. Who have we today com- c two through your whole progress of
k rt hparable t othe scintillating little Ital- I designing your scene and your cos-
wrecked, 'learned a lot of things and toeItnt'oretn htec
But our world really is more supple returned home with nine husbands on ian of the Ten Days near Florence? tumes, yet not forgetting that each
than it used to be: Our laws began a string. Or the story of the horse- Icolor contains many variations. And
with tangible controversies and real keeper who craftily cropped the hair THE WORLD ARTIST you a doubtn go adoo
parties-assault and battery, for in- TWDofHalStthehkingsservanth tig tmelsfrh
stance-now we expound the law of alh ig evat osv i (Contiued from Page One) play- the famous sleep-walking scene,
intangible property, the law of prom- Queen from scandal. Or about Ali senting the practial technique of his t trcetoth tl, t heath,
isentea d rortl w debts-the, troo bech, winsome girl, who earnestly saw art in an attempt to show that he the rooms of the castle-and be .very
ises instead of actual debts--thenoto it that the devil .was put back in really did more than any other crafts- still and humble."
who is this person hell. And where are cleverer tales man to shame the artificial realism
this party to a suit "Bonding Cor than that of Messer Lizio da Valbona's of the last twenty years into disgrace. Gordon Craig's settings, a virtue
pany"? And money superseded bar- daughter, who prevailed upon her dad Obviously his settings really concern which of itself makes them ideal, Is
ter, and goods-for-service. Now tell to let her move out on to the balcony far greater things. Perhaps the best the fact that no matter how majestic
me what "credit" is? Is it removed where the nightingales sing? I know illustration is to give you his own or lofty his loocality, attention always
from barter by mere figures in ink? of none-unless, perhaps, you refer words: "Come now," he says, "I take rivets itself on the individual actor.
me to the famous history of Masetto 'Macbeth.' I see two things. I see' In his design for Act I, Scene I, of
Some authors are like great rivers,
incessantly moving towards the sea:
they surge upon us and inundate our
minds, destroying much that we re-
gardis c m etn as true and noble: but when Ths bh s c m ltn t it -
their floods are past, we surprisedl; *fu h vt c mi
discover fluvial deposits which have fourth year of service to the comm unty.
enriched us and which have contrib- o Fifty-four years of progress, of healt
uted, more than we can ever .estimate, F
to our own productivity. growth of increased respc nsibihties, of
(L. fluvialis-fluvius, river---fluo,,-r
flow).rsdevotion to an ideal-that of rendering
the maximum of bankig and investment
Marguerite suffered a head-ache this service to the community.
EDUCATIONAL real self so deep that no one ran pen-
MIRRORS etrate to it. As long as men continue
(Continued from Page One) ' to subscribe, whether sincerely or
cept theories such as those of Meikle- hypocritically, to the usual idealistic
john, we let ourselves be the prey of line about education, the young Amer-
any student with the least degree of ican will continue to make a fool of
sophistication. A- University gradu- himself in the eyes of the world.
ate ought to be a man adept in sway- The review of "Jean Hugenot" in
ing others, in getting enough money this issue was written by Evelyn Sum-
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"INTRIGUE"
(To Eva Gauthier)
She was sitting behind a brocade.
It was during the intermezzo
And some were drowsy.
She did not seem particularly
Cunning.
But listen-
The lone misery is sometimes
Plural.....
She waved her fan like a nun.
That was all.
The three were dead next morning.
"PARNASSUS"
(For Frank Bishop)
I was only up there once.
It was not at all gusty.
Neither was it fertile.
It was merely crystalline.
It is very hard to describe,
For I was only up here once.
I remember this-
That when I left, I said to myself,
"The captor of Erosive breezes
Need not fear to be esoteric;
For only the esoteric is gradual;
And gradation is the essence
Of Erosion."
On this have I pondered.
morning, and I gave her a lttle white
tablet which I had purchased at an'
apothecary's shop. I have been feel-;
ing like a hypocrite ever since-and
a fool. Where was my heralded "rea-
son" and my "logic"? I acted like-
like a mere layman who had never
aprpeciated the metaphysical intrica-1
cies of the Mind-Body problem, or the
analytical difficulties of his chemistry
and his physics. A tablet-and a
body composed of eighty-seven and
one-half per cent of chalk and water
-and a "headache" which discomforts
my Marguerite's mind. I resign! I
am no longera philosopher! I can-
not perceive the causal relations "-ex-
isting between these three sets of
phenomena. In fact, I am no- longer
certain of the phenomena;themselves,
SUSPENSE
Sweet, golden-haired Marguerite
sits at the piano and plays me an
etude or infuses me with the soul of
divine Handel; and I, silent in my
arm-chair, am transported. But when
Marguerite is away, and. I sit by.
watching the marvelous piano me-
chanically play itself, every key - per-
fectly timed, I am unmoved. - Why.?
Surely, no one, is., more intoxicating
than Marguerite, and ItIs, her nag-
netism, her warm and active: spirit,
which- makes the music live. But I,
-wonder? What :about the- risk In-
-volved"?: Do I trust WArguerite-
thatshe.-will play. flawlessly through-
out the piece? Is not the charm IJ
derive from her playing very much
like my happiness at a football game.
or a horse-race or- a skating contest?]
What I am * constantly interested.- in:
is that next note. How.can I bet on.
it? Will it be just what I expect it
to be; and;if not, why was it changedp
Was it intentionally changed, or was,
it a mistake? There is slight :risk inI
my playing-piano for'the inechanical
imperfections' have largely been mas-
tered-but my Marguerite skilled as
she is,-is never certain, she is fallible.
When she playa- through the piece-
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Fifty-four years is scarcely within
the memory of most of us. University
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gram then. A fence enclosed the cam-
pus. Hill Street and Washtenaw Avenue
ran into the woods about where they
now intersect. The enrollment of the
University was spoken of in hundreds in-
stead of thousands.
Panics, wars and strenuous financial
periods have left their page In, the his-
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this bank has come safely through them
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Parnassus is really the region
Where gradation dictates,
And where imparity colors the mist.
This do I feel.
But I was only up there once.
"OBLIVION"
(To.Mrs. Doris Chamberlin)
Night is not always serious!
But this night was.
It was nothing but a boat
That they were in.
It was a blue boat
Although the water was deep.
There were six stars in the sky.
And only one looked invisible.
The rest were vile enough.
The breeze was not heinous.
The boat moved gracefully,
And no one would have supposed
That the air was intolerable.
Her hands were interminable;
As was her hair.
Her fingers flurried
With intense hyperbolism as she said,
"Shall- itbe sophisticated or diametric?"
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"Diametric," l-e answered.
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Death is not always orderly,
But ink swallowed thena graciously.
"FANTASY"
(For Stephanie Schehatowitsch)
I wasloogink out the window.
It, was snowing.
A girl passed and I said:
"She does not do the fandango
And she is not far fetched."
And then I saw a man drive by,
And I said:
"He does not -oppress-the singers.
He is not reserved."
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That they are married.
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