PAGE SIX

THE MICHIGAN DAILY

SU'

) DAY, JANUARY 27, 1924

PAGE SIX THE MICHiGAN DAILY SU NDAY, JANUARY 27, 1924

Jean Huguenot. It is a hopeless 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 into isky 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 fiamiog I am an ardent lover of fiction. : md I for fierce warlike men to inhabit, a
mother-love is wasted and gne, Nothing thrills me more than a good is great literature which makes the place for phantoms to nest in. Ulti-
though Benet resurrects it and gives story-mind you, a good one. I am heart throb, and the face flush, sod mately this moistore will destroy the
it an illegitimate child of H ,ges tO enticed by the passions of the char- the mind become intent! Thus one rock; ultimately these spirits will
cherish. And all this waste through;asters, and I rather enjoy imagining of the greatest novels of all time is destroy the men. . . . Now then
thoughtlessness-Jean's in her sudden to myself the e a f s are's tail wherein Don Gianni. a swiftly-place there a rock. Let it
and unsuitable marriage, that of preciating t technique of the a- skillful magician, almost, but not mount high. Swiftly I tell you, convey
others in causing that war whichtiquite, succeeded in converting poor the idea of a mist which hugs the
thor-ah, who is omore aensible to it Per' ieit os;fiigb-ha fti ok o s bu h
killed her new-found joy. Thought- than I. And with all -my exorbitant Pietro's wife into a horse; failing be- head of this rock. You ask about the
lessness- tragedy.I cause Pietro intervened at the critical colors? Do not look at Nature, but
vorite author. Where, tell me, can moment. It is really a pity that times I look at the play of the poet. Two
BIERNE VOIFFULS you find more interesting stories than ;change so and that our literati snub colors; one for the rock, the man;
(Continued from Page Four, the one about Soldan, King of Bab- the most intimate occasions in life to one for the mist, the spirit. Touch not
activity. lamadryades i n h a b it e d! ylon, who sent his daughter to th squander their attention on superflu- a single other color, but only these
every tree!. King of Algrave, but she, being ship- ious things. Who have we today com- two through your whole progress of
wrecked, learned a lot of things and parable t othe scintillating little Ital- designing your scene and your cos-
But our world really is more supple returned home with nine hsbnds en ian of the Ten Days near Florence? lumes, yet not forgetting that each
reundnmtwt iehhtbnso color contains many variations. And
than it used to be: Our laws began a string. Or the story of the horse- cloyotins a ny vritions.oand
with tangible controversies and real keeper who craftily cropped the hair THE WORLD ARTIST at the settings themselves for the
parties-assault and battery, for in-:fal h
stance-now we expound the law o of ings servant, to ave hi, (Contiued from Page One) play-the famous sleep-walking scene,
sntance-nowe xp o the law m Queen from scandal. Or about Ali- senting the practical technique of his Fthe entrance to the castle, the heath,
intangible property, the lass'of prom-,;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-then, too, to it that the devil was put back in really did more than any other crafts- still and humble "
who is this person "Corporation,' h]tell. And w ere are cleverer tales man to shame the artificial realism One of the remarkable features of
this party to a suit "Bonding Com~ 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 loccality, attention always
from barter by mere figures in ink? of none-unless, perhaps, you refer woru]-s: "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 mosing towardsflue sea: - - -
they surge upon is and inundate our
minds, destroying much thut te re-
ard as ae snd noble: but when1 4 This bank is completing its fifty-
their floods are past, we surprisedt Y a fourth year of service to the commu nity.
discover fluvial deposits which have
enriched us and which have contrib of Fifty-fourIears of progress, of health-
Cted, more than we can ever estimatefo,
to our own productivity. growth of increased respcnsibilities, of
(. fluvialis -fltvius river--uos c-rmoSg ress d
flow) devotion to an Ideal-that of ren lering

IN(ONGRUITY
Marguerite suffered a head-ache this
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 amy heralded "rea-
son" and my "logic"? I acted like-.
like a mere layman who had never'
aprpeciated the metaphysical intrica-
cies of the Mind-Body problem, or the
analytical difficulties of his chemistry
and his physics. A tablet-and a
body composed of eigty-sevein and
one-hatf per cent of chalk and outer
-and a "headache" which discomforts
my Marguerite's mind. I resign! I
am no longer a hitosopher" 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 Margueritef
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?
Surety, no one is more intoxicating
than Marguerite, and it is her mag-
netism, her warm and active spirit4
which makes the music live. But I
wonder? What about the risk in-
volved? Do I trust Marguerite-
that she will play flawlessly through-
out the piece? Is not the charm I
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 changed?
Was it intentionally changed, or was
it a mistake? There is slight risk in
my playing-piano for the mechanical
imperfections have largely been mas-
tered-but my Marguerite, skilled as.
she is, is never certain, she is fallible
When she plays through the piece
glawlessly, she has acconplished a

the maximum of banking and investment
service to the community.
This bank has grown as the city has
grown, each has prospered because of
the other. Others have prospered but
this one has outdistanced them all. Since
it is only as a bank serves its community
that it prospers we take pride that we
have served the community faithfully.
Fifty-four years is scarcely within
the memory of most of us. University
Hall was the extent of the building pro-
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-
tory of this more than half a century, but
this bank has come safely through them
all. No depositor has ever had a loss
arising from his connection with us.
As in the past, we shall strive to con-
tinue to serve for the next fifty-four years,
and the next one hundred and fifty-four.
The Ann1 Arbor Savings Bank
9 BRANCIIES-70 N. UNIVERSITY AVE.-cOy. HIN & MAIN ST.
RESOURCES OVER $v,00 hB.r