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Turner ~ Terrier Levine rounos sight the Three Elms Cafe last week was an unfortunate happening in itself, and the disproportionate publicity fortunate. We only hope least, a bit of wisdom. The editor of this paper which resulted is even more un— everyone involved has gained, at has learned just how unfair a headline can appear after the ink drys. The Des Moines Register ~ with the story must certainly have more than news value is to be re- supplied his employer learned that something spected. The members of the Grinnell Student realize that their immediate cry for n the best way ' ociation must a boycott might not have bee situation. The operator correspondent who so swiftly Government As- to handle the of the Elms must certainly know now that a lot of people consider his actions to have been moral- ly wrong. We can only hope that after the resentment and the anger and the embarrassment die away —— that a little wisdom remains. —— BY KEN SCHIFF -———"— convolvulus I was in the Union Sunday at about noon having a cup of coffee, when Terry Bisson walks ed in wilh a friend of his, who was just passing through, a man by the name of Ulysses S. Weaver. He drives a l933 Cros— ley station wagon and travels around the country buying epi- grams and feature articles for Boy’s Life. When I met him, he had just made it from NYC to Grinnell in 15 hours by driving very fast. It’s easy to describe him. He’s short and ugly and was wearing to white golf cap and a print shirt which made it look like palm trces were growing out of his belt. The two of us were introduced and ‘he handed me ”his card,” which had print- ed. in the right hand corner: “Hi, neighbor! It’s a wonderful world.” We sat and talked for awhile, but he didn’t strike me as be- ing particularly intelligent. I tried to impress him by ShoWr ing how much‘ I know about modern poetry and Kenneth Koch. 1 said. “The scepter of the Kingdom of Poetry is held by the deaf, the dumb, the blind and the creepy. There are too many slimy people con— nected with poetry. i am not recommending that poets like each other and organize to fight them but simply that lightning should strike them.” But Mr. chver didn’t have enough formal schooling to iully appreciate what I was saying. no apologized very eloquently, though: “Poetry’s good, i guess. But I haven’t lime to read much and i haven’t much taste. Mostly I just like beautiful things. Seeing that we didn't have anything in common, I turned the convcrsation away from that subject. It wasn't very long, though belorc Mr. Wee- vcr asked us to show him whcrc the ncarcst supcrmnrkct was so he could buy some groceries for the rest of his trip. 1 objected to going near one of “those electronic shrub Vals," but I finally went any— way. As it turned out, iv . Weevel‘ didn’t want to buy tings as much as he just wanted to look. He walked around Mciinliy's as though in a trance, pointing out how beautiful everything was. I had come with him to insult him on his taste but ended by following him up and down the aisles reading titles on soup cans and dog biscuit boxes and studying their designs. We spent most of the day in McNally's wandering through a ncw land. 1 was going to object to Mr. chvcr taking Gold Bond stamps until he explained that he was saving them so he could get a clock radio for an orhanage in Greenville, lnd. Later, he told us that we'd been so nice to him that he wanted to take us for a “spin" in his car. On our way back to the college to get his car, a freight train was passing. “Look,” Mr. \Veever said. He was pointing and jumping around very excitedly, I looked, but all I could see was s train. “Look at that! Look st it! It’s a trainl" he yelled. We got in the ear and tried to race the train, but of coursc on old '33 Crosley sta» tlon wagon can‘t go very fast and we lost. So we drove out to a development on the out- skirts of town and looked around. “Isn‘t it horrible,” I said. “One house just like another. Row on row of sameness. How vulgar! Another Levittown.” But Mr. chvsr hadn’t heard me. He was Very excited and said, ”Isn’t it wonderful how everyone can have his own home to live in? Maybe some- day everyone’ll even be able to have his own dificrcnt kind of home and have it look the Way he wants." thu wc got back it was late, so we went to the Union to eat. Mr. Weever kept laughing, be- cnusc ho was happy. But he his a stupidsoundmg laugh and the other people in thc Union looked at him ji-fitnbly. i be- camc couccrnod for Mr. Wocvcr, but he sold, ”It’s all ht. 1 know i don’t lisvc a very nice laugh, Maybe i should stop” Latc Sunday night, Mr. chV vcr suitl ho had to gct uudcr— way for Idaho and as he clot. tcrcd away in his old Crosicy, everyone who had met him that day threw roses and candy- hecrts after him. SCARLET AND BLACK Metaphysics of boo/mapping, Friday. March 23. I926 'Elms' story are letter topics - To the Editor: Thank you for publishing Pctc Miller's article’ concerning the case of the missing books. Hardr ly a week goes by without my looking over at our latest set of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. The missing volumes are 8, 13, 14. 18, 22, that is, EDWA to EXTRACT, JEREZ to LlBE. mm to MARY, PLANTS to RAYM, TEXTILE to VASC. It's very inconvenient not to have those volumes, and 1 keep hoping they will “turn up." (Sure. Mac, just put them in my mail box, or leave them, with other library books still with the call cards on the Union junk table), But what happened to them? If we knew the cause, we might prescribe a cure. Perhaps Volume 3 was taken because Mr. E. was using an article in writing a paper. He was late in his work, the libs rary was closing, and that pap- er had to be in the next mor- ning. So he tucked the book under his arm and took it to Lawson Hall. He got his paper in; but could he take the E. B. volume back? It was “hot.” So he ditched it, wrapped in last Sunday’s Times. Little did he know that our librarians do make exceptions to the rules. Sometimes reference books are loaned. But he wasn't taking the risk of not having that article. is there a cure, if this is the cause? _ Perhaps Volume 13 was taken because Miss T. resented the in- creased tuition. She wanted to get back at the college for tak- ing her money in running a country»club in addition to a cola legs. She had her little revenge, and got a $100 worth of satis- faction out of tearing up that volume. is there a cure, if this is the cause? Perhaps Volume 14 had an article in it recommended by Professor P, Now Mr. F. had not been doing the kind of work that Professor P. loved in an A‘ish sort of way. Mr. F. knows a number of students in F001- osophy cw who do less work, put in less time, and really laugh at Professor P. for liking their papers so well. They have figured out what tickles him, and they tickle him. Mr. F, is frustrated, He's going to help out those not favored by Pro- Profcssor P. How does the urn derdog sct things right? He sends Volumc l4 to the dump. Build- ings and Grounds soon has the EB. 14 with old red books and while the leaves char around the edges. and swell like an accord- iarl, the professor and his pap» cupclishers arc in a slow burn too, “Who could have done such a thing? The stinker!" “Well,” thinks Mr. E, “they’re so smart. aren’t they? Not smart enough to catch me or go to the dump for EB. 14.” Perhaps Volume 15 was put in Miss Exs book bag as a trick. Miss E. never had even taken out a book, absentrminded, pro- fessor-like; not Miss E! She was always responsible. Just so much of that, and it doesn’t have to be even uttcrcd in monosyllables, let alone morsb istic precept or First Principles of All Good Boys and Girls, and things happen to people like that Miss E, found herself in Harding Cottsgc with EB. 18. How did it get there? She’d take no nonsense. She promptly put it in her l'oommatc’s wasllrbag." Book in my bag: book in ller bog" Rcciprocily, Justice, satis- faction, righteousness. And EB, 18? Oh. yes, it was a soddcn mess. And all l'oomy’s things, coventhings, undonthings, so the done, red from washing with Britannica. Justice was wasn’t it? Perhaps Volume 22 was need- ed for a report, and Mr. TT. had a horde of books. He‘dlSr covered that if you want books for yourself, you put them behind the Congressional Records. Those books are the dustiest, because no one reads them. Just hide the books behind a few octavo volumes. There they sit. Rarely are they nppnrcnt, The profes- sor was swamped with papers. and cancelled the project that made an article from 22 relev- ant. And there 22 remains, dustier and dustier. remaining until some diggcry inquirer finds it behind his sources on house Bill 39462X. What do i suggest as a cure? 1, A duplicating method, such as Apeco, Xerox, Veriiax, available, as in many libraries, at cost —— usually 10¢: a page, as at SUI and Northwestern. 2. Some ways, as these pages, for getting rid of re- sentments without the synr bolic vandalism oi spoiling books, 3. Better preparation of Stu» dents, and wider use of many sources by prvfessors,‘so that nobody fools frustrated, and everynne is contributing some thing unique to every course. 4. Humor, that is, humorous enough to know when inn‘s fun, and where to stop . 5. it you do take a boo to your study desk, your caneu, than let there be I way ‘0 let the others kmrw where your horde is. A person to check books by a turnstile is not a device to be encouraged, It would cost thou- sands of dollars a you, enough in a year to make any depart- ment’s holdings altogether stun» ning. And who can't beat the game, if he is challenged by it, and resents being suspected? 1 want to understand the sil- nation first. How close do my five theories come to covering the kinds of motivation? Am I at least right in holding that, as in most areas of philosophy, no one theory is adequate? Sui-c, Mac, if you know where volumes 8, 13, H, 18 and 22 are; really arcewonlt you tell me? I’ll areiwon’t you tell me? rll really get them. And, by the way, I rulcd tut stealing books for sole, becausc 5 volumes out of 24 aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. And i know another theory that's not fit to print, Paul G. Kuntz To the Editor: This letter is directcd not at the writer of the lead story in last wcck's 5&3 which told told about the moral injustice done to s Negro student, but is directed toward the paper's edi- tor, upon whom must rest the responsibility for such stories. The headline to the story read: “Halama asks boycott of local raceAbiased cafe.” Even though many of us be- lieve that The Three Elms did show racial bias in the incident involved, this is opinion and not fact. The use of “race-biased” in this headline is unobjcctive and borders on libel, because there is no legal proof and little non- legal proof that the Elms was . or is racerbiased, even if the term itself can be defined satis- fsctorily, Those familiar with my View 3 about racial prejudice know that 1 am not merely infuriated by it but am interested in doing all 1 can to eliminate it. The most effective way for a reponcr to . combat discrimination is to re- port examples of it objectively, since a pro-integration report alienntcs that part of the read- ership which most needs to he ' reached. Many of us felt last week's 5&3 editorial about the Elms aflair was quite convincing. We regret that the editor did not think it was and so allowed his news columns to buttress the editorial. Pat Huber . Critic considers. discusses 0ndine. Says fantasy ‘magnificenily done' by Gary Thurston If ”Dndine" is surrealistic, then a production of it should be judged on its communication of moods to the audience. But the subjectivism of a lone rc— viewer is uncongcnial to such a democratic mode of valuation. A highly complex play tech- nically, its technical problems were so handled as to be sel- dom evident. The same applies to the leads’ performances. What- ever Roberta Mahnke and Jack Chapman lacked in polish and experience was forgotten as they sensitively unravolcd the impli- cations of the sad dichotomy of male and female. “Onliine” wns magnificently done. It was impossiblc to doubt the pure nnd innoocnt creature, Always in command of the part, always Undine, Miss Mohnkc built the moods, in, this play where nothing huppcns, to point to hcr inst crushing line: “What a pity . . . how I could have loved him." Chapman conveyed a fine scnsc on his part At his best in tcndcr moments with Olldine, he might have heightened his con. trast to llcr in his other senses Outline came first, but Hans was not so far lacllilldrzlnd that was as it should have bccn. The ugliest blemish on the Grinnell production com with net. It ccmcd as if the play- thc beginning of the second - crs “at rise" were thinking: “The costumes are so fleshy and the set so impressive that any concentration on my part . would be imperiinent." The one exception was Ray obst- feld, whose mental effort was intense. He reminded one of a self-conscious Milton Berle. A rubber crutch tip for his staff would probably have been the only device capable of improv- ing an otherwise hopeless case. The weaknessrosulted in a . shnbby job of framing for some important scenes.’ The nctors‘ teamwork was the most impressive part of the ’di—. rection. Barbara Hansen, Joe Stiffler and Mike Burr all did excellent supporting work. Co. hon’s fisherman was an unus< ually good bit, and the difficullc trial scene was, on the whole, nicely carried off. The most surprising thing about the performance was the. fact that it Wasn’t morc ecstatic» nlly rccclvcd. To a predominant- ly male audience. “Olldlne seemed intellectually uncxciting its clcductivc import wss no.4 great enough. What Olldine said lo the vcry small female con- tingent in attendance, it already knew, but had forgotten. rev; pcoplc here were cnthrallcd by the subject of the poem.