Scanned image of the page. Keyboard directions: use + to zoom in, - to zoom out, arrow keys to pan inside the viewer.

Page Options

Download this Issue


Something wrong?

Something wrong with this page? Report problem.

Rights / Permissions

This collection, digitized in collaboration with the Michigan Daily and the Board for Student Publications, contains materials that are protected by copyright law. Access to these materials is provided for non-profit educational and research purposes. If you use an item from this collection, it is your responsibility to consider the work's copyright status and obtain any required permission.

January 06, 1924 - Image 3

Resource type:

Disclaimer: Computer generated plain text may have errors. Read more about this.


E'4: 1iii l'N

FOR Better Foods
Tittle's Lunch Room
338 Maynard St. South of Majestic
Secur y .......
May be found for your valuable docu-
ments by using our Safety Deposit Vault.
The service will please you.
Farmers & Mechanics Bank





Written with a Parker by
Glenn W.Miller,guard on o wasa famous team

Last week I was sent with a special parcel to a factory about eleven
minutes out of New York City. New York City!
When the train pulled into Hoboken the sight of that classic skyline was
obscured, immediately by box-cars and eventually by a thick fog which had
rolled up the river from the harbor; so I might as well have slept, but you
know, of course, I didn't. I tracked straight for the 23rd street terry
whence I could start for Bayonne-I liked saying that I was going to
Bayonne, you can't possibly pronounce it without a French nasal. From
the ferry I couldn't see far on account of the fog which so blended with the
white smoke of the chugging little tugs that it seemed that it was all coming
from these little stacks and hanging low like a cotton batting roof.
As we neared he New York side we passed some liners at dock and at
first I thought that I saw the Leviathan, but a few docks further there was a
larger one; that may have been it.
And great heterogenious mounds, built up on a string of passing barges,
proved to be garbage en route to the sea hogs. Down to the sea on barges.
My business was finished by half after nine and no train to New York
City for 'most an hour. But a thick tongued German brogue, closely watched
over by a bristly little moustache of the same nationality, suggested a buss
and so a buss we took. Then the tube! And then the subway!
I immediately arranged for tickets to the shows. Of the matinees I
chose Le Ballet Suedois and for the evening was lucky enough to get a
single for Walter Hampden's Cyrano de Bergerac.
Having been duly impressed by the grandeur of the Commodore Hotel
and the dictatorial snobbishness of its bell-boys I decided to locate the Cen-
tury Theatre for it was "Atop the Century" (which is not synonymous to
'fin de siecle') that I was to see the cavortings of the Swedes. I found it-
62nd off Central Park-after again bobbing up and down from subway to
surface and back like a prairie dog trying to forske his shadow.
I passed by the cafeterias and counter lunch stands until, on a side
street where all of the houses were alike, and like none in the country
outside of New York City, I found a little Italian restaurant in the basement
cf one of these houses. In the basements on either side there were French
laundries-with not a Chinaman in the block. Here, because it was Friday,
I had Picoli e Conenti (or something of that sort). It was goodthough.
The habitues of the place seemed to be the people who were left alone in
these houses. One woman, without a hat, and two old men, each lunching
alone, were all that were there. The chef's poodle 'sat up' and whined at
your elbow until you had fed him of your picoli.
At the Century, though, is where I had an adventure. Lazily I leaned
against a door and the door swung in. I found myself in an enormous
cathedral; but the sound of hammers and the barking of a prompter soon
disillusioned me. "The Miracle," one of Max 'Reinhardt's great German pro-
(ictions is about to open at the Century and for it they have transformed
the entire theatre into a magnificent cathedral. Rose windows and high altar
of gold. I thought, too, that for a moment I saw Max Reinhardt, himself,
wildly gesticulating to another itan-back in the apse.'
Put the ballet. Le Ballet Suedois is not distinctive. They have nothing
outstanding. nothing individual except their Swedish folk-dances. They are
not inherent dancers of ballet. Some of the women, in this troupe, have
developed a grace which made enchanting a short "Greek Dance." Mlle.
Ebon Strandin 'goes through' her "Dance Anitra," which in other places and
with more widely recognized music would have gone under a different name,
in that charming Gilda Grey manner. But 1. Jean Borlin, le Maitre de
.allet, is a loutish lump. In pantomime he is expressionless. He can do
only the Swedish bumpkin. So much for the Swedes; I prefer the Russians,
the French or even the Californians from Denishawn.
The subway again. Fifth Avenue. Times Square. Cyrano. Broadway
and the riggley Wrigley sign.

for Students
Parker D-Q-the Note-taker Pen, $3
Strong metal girdle reinforces cap
Large ring-end links to note-book
-A pocket-clip if you prefer.
No extra charge for either
W E asked about 1'00 students at sev-
enteen universities and colleges the -
kind of pen they wanted.
The majority preferred the Parker, but "
not all could afford to pay the Parker Duo- .. '
fold price. I
So we set to work and produced this
black beauty-the Parker D. Q.-formed
on Duofold's classic lines and made by the
same crafts-guild.
We gave it a 14k gold point tipped with
polished Iridium, and a good healthy ink
capacity; then we added two things we
could find on no other pen of this size be-
low five dollars-a metal girdle to reinforce
the cap; and an extra large ring link to
fasten to the student's note-book. These
features are included free, or a pocket-clip
instead of ring-end.
The Parker D. Q. is an ink-tight pen. Ask to see ?
it-note its shapeliness andbalance. Try other pens
too, and see how super-smooth the Parker is in
9h e LucC uRVE
Banded Cap-Large RingorClip-DuofoldStandards
Calkins-FIt tcher Dru yStueients Supply=Store
t;s,. 3stoessr) Quarsys tcig Co. S et spl te
C ushing's Drug Stoes
w ahr's Book Stoe O. D. Morrill
t2 stos) Sliter's Cook Store Halter & Ful'er

(Continued from Page ine)
it all they seem to suffer from same
strange paralysis and then follow it
tenaciously and independently. I did
not find the normal percentage of
clear cut personalities among them.
I said to myself: "Life has been easy
for these men and women, even
though many of them work their way
through college. Their world is kind
to them; they have lived a sheltered
existence." And upon that I almost
wished that they might be exposed to
om e of the bracing, if chilling, winds

but listsn to what current history is
saying. But men and women who
think, however, innocently, chiefly
,Out las-altbl and college tarces and
c'Rs- pu -s-ssi are not becoming the
kind of citizens America needs. They
are told that colleges exist to train
leaders. But leaders need to have
tmoret moral muscle than the avrage
college graduate of today.
You and I would, no doubt, agree
tbat the real remedy for this situation
lies in Christianity, and as a respons-
ible leader in the student Y. M. C. A.
-cu must be constantly thiinkig about

that blow through the far more tragic the way to help students to find r-
countries of Europe. Christianity. I think it was really my
For. of course, the same forces that impressions about the college Y. 1
have disrupted Europe are at work in C. A. that you wanted from me. Now
your country; and you might take your secretaries and officers have
hee and learn in time, if you would (Cont'nue' on Page Six)


Back to Top

© 2024 Regents of the University of Michigan