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T HE M IC H IG AN D A ILY

Saturday, February 13, 1937

Page Six THE MICHIGAN DAILY Saturday, February 13, 1937

The Staff of The J-Hop Extra
Managing Editor ........... ELSIE A. PIERCE
Associate Editor ....... FRED WARNER NEAL
Associate Editor .MARSHALL D. SHULMAN

J-Hop Issue Editor

JOSEPH S. MATTES

ASSISTANTS: Betty Bingham, James A. Boozer,
Robert A. Cummins, Arnold S. Daniels, Helen
Douglas, Horace Gilmore, Stuart Low and
Robert A. Mitchell.
Business Manager..... . JOHN R. PARK
Credit Manager ......WILLIAM G. BARNDT
J-Hop Issue Bus. Mgr. . HERBERT D. FALENDER
J-Hop Managers: Ernest Jones, Don Wilshire,
Norman Steinberg, Jack Staple, Dick Cru-
shore.
ASSISTANTS: Ed. Macal, Marshall Sampson,
William Laghi, Leonard Seigleman, Dick
Knowe, Russ Cole, Joe Haase, Bob Lodge,
Phil Buchan.
The Shadow
Over The Dance ...
LAST NIGHT the youth of the University
of Michigan danced and laughed their
way through the night which marked the high-point
of their social season.
Their hearts were light, for they enjoyed the fullest
benefits of DEMOCRACY, and the PEACE and PROS-
PERITY which accompany it.
But above them hovered a black shadow-the grim
threat of COMMUNISM, the clutching hand of vio-
lence and destruction.
True AMERICAN youths were those at the J-Hop.
But in their midst, hidden by the throng, sulked a
number of weak and misled students, converts to the
school of thought which seeks the deaths of thost
whose company they enjoyed.
Physically they differed little from the throngs about
them. True, their hair was long and unkempt, and
their long nails were dirty.
But BLACKER than their finger nails were the
thoughts which tortured their restless, savage minds.
DESTRUCTION was the song they sang to the
lilting music, DESTRUCTION to the friends who, with
the candor of youth, trust them, DESTRUCTION to
the institutions which have fostered and protected
them, DESTRUCTION to the land which has given
them their home. DESTRUCTION in the dark name
of COMMUNISM.
And as the happy dancers whirled, the heated brains
of those misguided youths spun in a maze of UNCER-
TAINTY and DESPAIR, for the joy which they could
not share was a part of the great social system which
they wish to destroy, to replace with a reign of HOR-
ROR and DICTATORSHIP, a reign under the bloody
banner of COMMUNISM.
To protect the freedom of our homes, the LIBERTY
and DEMOCRACY which guide our entire lives and
which we value so highly from the threat of the RED
HAND of Moscow, is the first duty, the prime respon-
sibility of every AMERICAN youth.
If future generations are to enjoy the happiness
which was theirs last night, if the sons and daughters
of whom they will some day be proud are to walk
the land upright, a MIGHTY PEOPLE in the
STRENGTH of their LIBERTY, our youth must place
itself on the defensive against the forces which attempt
to destroy all which is theirs.
Did our forefathers fight and die that our nation
might foster a race of weaklings and degenerates?
Did they, brave founders of this democracy, challenge
the forces of the world that we might live under the
iron, gory fist of dictatorship?
YOUTH OF AMERICA, your duty is clear before
you. WIPE OUT THE FORCES OF DECAY AMONG
YOU. You have beneath your very eyes the examples
of Red Russia and Red Spain.
PROTECT YOUR DEMOCRACY. CRUSH THE
SERPENT!
An Alarming
Situation ...
EVERYBODY knows that Unions are
RADICAL.
Unions cause TROUBLE. There is actual WAR in
Michigan now, all because of UNIONS.
It can be seen that unions are opposed to our democ-
racy. Unions gained the upper hand in France, and
now France is controlled by COMMUNISTS.
There is a UNION at the University of Michigan.
It is run by a WOLF, hiding in sheep's clothing.

Ann Arbor...
Day By Day
By D. D. McAnold
Thoughts while strolling: Last night's festivities top
anything else in the Big Village's social whirl, and a
small town heart beats faster at the sight of the
many glamorous ladies, squired in the grand manner
by top-hatted smoothies. Hagensville was never like
this, and even Belknap, where I used to stare, glassy-
eyed, at the Saturday night crowd, is dulled by the bril-
liance of the Big Town when it puts on the dog.
Nothing can set the cold blood in these old veins
flowing at top speed more readily than the sight of
lovely young girls revelling in the
happy, smoky, noisy atmosphere of
a night spot, the high color of
youthful joy lighting their cheeks,
their laughter shrilling on my ears
like the notes of an old German
music-box I once owned. That was
in the days when legs were limbs,
and Hagensville's cosmopolitan sons
were still puddling in the old swim-
min' hole.
A far cry from those care-free
kids to the swallow-tailed slickers
who glided amidst the brilliant
throng of dancers last night. Now they drink their
coffee from the cup! Some of them still retain enough
of their old heartiness to confess behind the scenes
that they would be a lot more comfortable in a flannel
shirt than a stiff bossom.
And last night brought nostalgic pictures of pranc-
ing horses drawing hansom cabs loaded with happy
youths to the J-Hops that have been . . . A crowd
of students sending up a cheer for President Angell
for keeping his composure after a slip on the icy stairs
leading to the dance hall bounced him on the pave-
ment . . . In 1912 they called the Waterman Gymna-
sium Wonderland for that one big night, and Edward
Farmer was chairman. . .Where is he now? . . . That
was a J-Hop long to remember ... They fired real can-
non, and cotton snow balls and miniature footballs
were pelted down from the balcony. .. Remember the
cab with the two white horses?
That same night, Henry B. Harris presented "The
Country Boy-A Play of the City" at the new Whitney
Theatre. And through the mists of the years there
will always return the picture of the last, lonely
cabby flicking his horses with a braided whip and
turning homeward from the scene of the dance.
The era of gold-topped canes seems to be passing,
along with other remnants of the last generation.
The social season of a few decades ago was made
brighter by them, and the possibility of a concealed
sword always set the heart pounding. Only a few
oldsters can twirl them with the finesse of the ac-
complished boulevardier today. The old order chang-
eth.
Bud Hoffman has the kind of hair girls like to run
their fingers through. Bud was ultra-super last
night, riding the crest. What becomes of chairmen
when they're just human beings again?
How many of the crowd at last night's dance re-
member the sweet old song they were singing at the
J-Hop in 1910:
It's the first strains of the last waltz that tell me
the dance is through-
Let the last strain of the last waltz say my good-
night to you,
For it may be it is fated that never again we two
Have our hearts filled and our finger-tips thrilled
By a waltz, dear, and it's through.
.. . That was the year we danced the drum two-
step, and they tossed toy drums from the balcony for
the dancers to keep time with.
When at last the great dance-floor was cleared last
night, and the strains of the music had died away, I
betook myself on a lonely stroll tozVards the campus,
detouring through dark streets and byways.
Walking slowly, and humming the songs we were
dancing to just a few hours before, I didn't know
whether to yell or run when I stumbled over a body
lying huddled in a dark corner of an alley.
The pale face looked ghostly in the dark, and both
hands were closed tight into fists. Curiosity got the
best of me, and I forced one of the hands open . . . In
it was a bottle opener, in the other a little white horse.
At the present writing, the incident is still shrouded in
mystery.

This union is RADICAL too. It pays too much for
its help, thus encouraging discord among workers else-
where. This is an example of a tendency toward
COMMUNISM.
Because unions are RADICAL they are INEFFI-
CIENT.
The union here is both RADICAL and INEFFI-
CIENT. The showers in the shower room, for example,
do not function properly. There is congestion in the
tap room. The ballroom is often too crowded.
And as for the WOLF who runs the union-what
does he do?
NOTHING.
He lives off the WORKERS. He INCITES them.
Is this the type of person who controls our workers?
YES IT IS.
There is no industrial democracy, just as, since Nov.
3, 1936, there has been no political democracy.
We are ruled by DICTATORSHIPS. There is not
ONE DICTATOR BUT TWO.
This is a DEPLORABLE situation.
Something should be done about it-AT ONCE.
We urge the PEOPLE to act, now.

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