Friday. September 24. im SCARLET AND BLACK Page 111! j/tmz‘jtc Mad/ta, by harlequin The theatre is composed of many parts—all equally impor- tant—but some are less apparent than others to the audience. Make- up is generally one of these hidden arts. The artists who pmVlde the faces for the actors seldom a- chieve a recognition beyond the theatre arts world. Make-up originated in the prim. itive ritual, with magic symbolism at prime importance. The mask and decorated body were used to irighten devils, invoke the gods, or represent natural forces. In ad- dition, the primitive wished to conceal his identity, which might affect the magic. The grotesque symbolism became more refined as society became more complex; the Greeks and Chinese reduced it to a disguised representation of conventional characters. Through the ages, these conventions changed in form, but remained Headquarters For: . BLOUSES - SKIRTS SWEATERS - DRESSES APPAB EI- cninnrrt purely representative. it was not until fairly recent timeSAfrom the Elizabethan period that make-up became more realistic. By the end of the nineteenth century, efforts were being made to be historically authentic. Today, with tlle brilliance and clarity of modern theatre light» ing and the many possible visual eilccts, make-up has become a complex art. Lighting effects tend to wash out the actor‘s skin color and distort the shadows and planes of this face. When expertly applied, makeup counters this through the use or coloring— known as the base—and lining. Besides merely restoring an act- or's face to him, makeup can help him look more the part from changing his race to adding more emotional value. (Malevolent characters must look evil.) The make-up artist must be equally creative and industrious. Tanya Hovanessian, head of this year's makeup department, has had both the practice and the training that have made her as fine as she is. We at Grinnell have seen her art in the past, and I am Sure we can look for ward to another year or her mas- tery enhancing the plays. She also has never been loath to teaching newcomers the art of make-up. PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS DENO'S PIZZA CARRY-OUTS and FREE DELIVERY PHONE 236-6334 or 236-7205 PIZZA CHEESE ONION DENO'S SPECIAL SAUSAGE BEEF PEPPERONI BACON HOUSE SPECIAL FRIDAY SPECIAL GREEN PEPPER MUSHROOM SHRIMP HAM SALAMI 4:00 OPEN 12" Small $l.05 1.15 g 1.55 1.30 1.55 1.55 1.30 2.10 1.60 1.55 1.60 1.60 1.60 T30 14" Latqo $1.70 1.75 2.35 2.10 2.35 2.35 2.10 3.25 2.40 2.35 2.40 2.40 2.40 2.10 no Sunday-thundoy Manama Friday—saturdov Party Room Trip Through the ‘Land of Smiles' Brings Thai (harm to Grinnellian Ed. Note: The l‘ollowlng ls another letter from a Fifth Year Abroad student in Thailand. This letter is from leija Dedavas. Settling myself in my seat, I closed my eyes. I felt hot and tired after my short and unnerv» ing ride through the crowded city streets. it is always a miracle to escape the onslaught of traffic here. Yes, i was anxious to get back to the peace and quiet which 1 had left more than three weeks before. The fan whirled overhead but barely made a stir in the still oppressive Bangkok heat. I turned my head and gazed out the window at the hurrying crowd of people. Thai women in multi - colored p a s i n s (native skirts), carrying their baskets, bundles and sleeping babies, brighceyed c h i in ren, Buddhist priests, Chinese students, families of Malayan ancestry—all moved through the compartments and sought their seats. i could hear the ceaseless honking oI taxis and other city sounds and smell the various odors so characteristic of this Oriental city. Then, with a jolt me diesel train started slowly to move out of the station on its way to the North and Chlengmai, my destination. Monotonous Click I sighed as I thought or the eighteen-hour train trip. it would be a long journey, but also an interesting one. Thailand is al- ways morc than willing to provide a feast for all the senses, so i knew I would not be bored. Al. :teady the cuioriul countryside be- ‘gan to flash by as the train continued to increase speed and slip out of the city. The late aiternoon sun played on the stret.» ches of water in the rice fields and klungs (canals). Laughing brownrskinned children leaped and splashed in the muddy water. A short distance away, water buffa- lo wallDwed COnlellledly in the warm mild. Boats skimmed along on the shallow tributaries carrying loads of bananas, golden mangoes, juicy pineapple, and other fruit and vegetables. As the train sped ion, the sun began to set in a ‘glorious burst of red and orange. illuminating the palm trees with GLASSES Made and Repaired in Our Laboratory Contact Lenses Cases cmd Solutions Eyes Exq mined Phone 236-3779 E. J. Jensen, O.D. OPTOMETRIST Across from Post- Office Closed Yhuu. EM. and Sell. PM. crowns of gold and competing with the luxurious tropical blooms. At moments like this, one is aware how utterly incapable man is of fully grasping the beauty around him. How truly beautiful is God's world! . . . . Then, just as quickly, the colors became more subdued, and eve hing settled like a soft dark blanr ket upon the countryside. The night wove a different spell: black palm trees silhouetted against a gray sky—black bushes and the dark outline of stilt houses—gray water reflecting the silvery gleam of the moon—but the beauty was still there, perhaps a little mysterious in the dark softness of the night. And then, slowly, friendly little lights began to flicker like tire. flies across the dark fields. I tumed my attention to my tel- low passengers. Across the aisle, 1 met the unflinching black eyes oi a pint-sized boy. An army of. ficer with a lovely smile occupied the seat in from of me. A Buddhist priest adjusted his saffroncolored robe and puffed on a cigarette, while his two younger companions were deeply engrossed in their banks. 1 had a pleasant chat with the officer, who was delighted at my efforts to communicate in Thai. And I, in turn, was equally delighted with the excellent Eng- lish of one of the two novices who told me about his education in India. Just then, an elderly man with betel-stained teeth shuffled by, and our conversation was in. terrupted. Khaw Lam Favorite The steady and monotonous click of the wheels proved more soothing than a lullaby and soon I Tell into a llllul sleep. The air blowing through the open window had become quite cool, and l wished I had taken my rowel out of my suitcase to use as a blanket, but, grnggtly, i decided it was too much trouble to get it. Every time the train stopped, hundreds of bugs descended upon the pas- sengers, tn annoy us further. And, to add to my discomfort, the seat was a little too sllorl. (0 iii this "iarang" (foreigner) Ahl The joys of traveling in the Orient . With the first rays of light breaking through the darkness, people began to stir. Before too long, the fragrance of food aiid coffee began to drift from the din- ing car. The car boy began to carry plates oi “khaw phat" (fried rice with fried egg and cucumber slices) and glasses of hot coilee through the compartments. Just then we pulled into another one of the many attractive and well- kept stations which dut the countiy. side, Roses, zinnias, and snapdrag. ons, as well as other flowers and shrubs gave an inviting appear- anca to the station. Even belora the train had stopped, women rushed to the windows hawking their wares. Passengers stood at the open windows bargaining over the prices. Skinny dogs scrambled and snarled over scraps of food thrown from the train. Scrawny chickens squawked underfoot, add ing to the general confusion. Children scurried hack and forth selling water in bamboo contain- ers and various kinds of orchids. Trays of “goodies" wrapped in banana leaves (much better than paper) passed under the windows, “sticky rice" here (glutinous rice eaten with the lingers). dried beef, fried chicken, boiled eggs, pickled mangoes, steamed buna< nas, peanuts, as well as heavy trays with fresh mangoes, bana< nas, and other tropical iniit. Eighteen-hour Trip The train began to move as I paid for my last purchase, "khaw lam," one of my favorites. it's an interesting combination of “stio ky" rice, coconut cream, and Sometimes beans. This lSitl'lell roasted in a stalk of bamboo. I ordered ice tea, Settled back In my seat, and, unwrapping the ba- nana leaves, began to enjoy my breakfast, Others were enjoying their food too. Thais eat constantly, especially when they are travel- ing. The mother of the little boy with ”big eyes” offered me several delicious mangoes. By now the country had changed appearance. instead of the flat land and neat rice fields of the central plain, the train now snaked around thickly wooded hills. Palms, tall evergreen trees, and stalwart bl'oadrleafed teak trees cast; shadows in the morn- ing light, and bamboo thickets waved their leathery plumes at the slowly moving train. Plantain and shrubs, grasses and twisting serpentine Vines added lush growth to the northern jungle. Finally, around ll):45 a.m.. the train pulled into Chiengmai. It was good to be home. Loaded down with my suitcase, bags, camera, and crossbows and ar< rows (souvenier ol' Angkor Wat), istruggled lrom the coach. A young Thai, seeing my plight, of- Iel'ed to carry my suitcase and bags, proving out here, anyway, chivalry is not dead yet. We're carried along with the crowd un- til we reached the waiting sam< lors (bicycle pedicabs) and “thuk thuks" or taxis. A long haggic ensued over the fare-Aha driver insisted on iive baht or twenty- fivc cents, and I insisted. just as firmly, on one baht, or the cents. We finally agreed on two baht. Thus ended a very typical and pleasant train ride through Thai- land, the Land of Smiles. TAST PASTRY SHOP a variety ‘of doughnuts and cookies 723 Broad