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Issued Weekly by the Publications Board of the University of British Columbia
No. 21
jriculture Wins First Place With
Twenty-four Points:  Arts
Juniors Second
In   the  most  successful   track  meet
S*y*   l   held at  the  local  Varsity,  eleven
re ouls   were   broken,   while   another
■« is     made     but     disallowed.       The
giouuds   at   Brockton   Foint   were   in
'excellent   condition   anil   garrison   fin-
|fe   » 'ishes     were   the     order  of   the     day.
* ■*£,     j'iMii ilture  copped  the honors of the
i," „    da\  making first place with 24 points,
4.1 ts   24  came  second  with 20  points,
thud  place  went  to  Science  '25  with
19  points, while the Arts  Sophomores
made   fourth  with   It!  points.
Hugh Russel, track star of the Aggies, copped the all-round championship after a spirited contest—Cliff
Mathers ran him a close second, with
Buckley and Rae, third and fourth
The first record of the afternoon
went when Livingston took 3/5 of a
second off his hurdles record. He
tipped a hurdle and the mark was
disallowed. In the next event, the
Shot Put Ramsell of Sc. '25 heaved the
weight 37.3 feet, a new record. He
again stepped into the limelight when
he threw the discus, establishing a
record of 9-">.65 feet. .Mathers came
second  in  this  event.
In the half-mile Buckley clipped '■
three seconds off his old mark and f
established a new record of 2 min-1
utes S 2 5 seconds. It was a close !
race. Arkley of Arts '25 leading until
the last 10 yards.
Livingston showed that he has all
his old speed and then some. He won
the 220 yards easily, broke his old
record, and won a shield presented
for the event by Dr. Urlcker. Time 24
(Continued on Page 6)
The men we are going to root for Friday.
Tomorrow the long-expected play-off
with Vancouver is to take place. Na-
naimo's failure to put in an appearance ast Saturday made the game
certain. Varsity and Vancouver are
tied so that a win or defeat tomorrow
means the gain or loss of the Cup,
while a draw will leave the issue still
under ded. Vancouver, it is well
known, have adopted a stiff training
progr; nime and should be in fine
shape for tomorrow. Xeedless to say,
Varsity have not been idle. With the
"Rep'' straining every nerve to gain
the  cup and  the  college team  equally
determined  to wipe out tl
feat and retain the silverw
st niggle is certain.    Given
of luck. Varsity should pi
tory,  and   with  the  whole
iiind  them  and  the   team
they  have   shown     up     in
there should  be  little  cau
ety.     Varsity will  have a
the  field  while Vancouver
services  of  Decker, one  c.
First    game,   Varsity   1
game,   Vancouver   5-3;   tor
lie   out   at    Brockton    F
and help to make it a vie
teir last de-
are, an epic
a fair turn
11 off a vic-
college be-
working as
the past,
se for anxi-
t'ull team in
has lost the
f their  best
1-3;    second
torrow ?
oint Friday
120 Yard Hurdles—Garrett Living-
ston, Arts '24:   18 sees.. 1920.
Shot Put—Nicholson. Arts '25, 1921 ;
Ramsell,  Sc.  '25.   192:1:   37  ft.  3  in.
100 Yards—Livingston. Arts '24,
1920-23;   10 4-5 sees.
Discus—Ramsell, Sc. '25, 1923; 95
ft. .65 ins.
Half Mile—Les Buckley, Agric,
1923;  2 min. 8 2-5 sees.
220 Yards—Livingston, Arts '24,
1920-23;  24 sees.
High Jump—II. Russell, Agric, 1923,
5 ft. 9.4 in.
Javelin—Lazenhy, Sc. '25, 1923;
132.4 ft.
440 Yards—Livingston, Arts '24,
1920;   55 sees.
Pole Vault—Demidoff. Sc. '25, 1923;
9 ft.  5 ins.
Hop Step and Jump—Barry, Agric,
1923;  37.65 ft.
Half Mile Relay—Agric, 1923; 1
min. 41  4-5 sees.
One Mile—Carl Barton, Sc. '26, 1923,
4 min. 55 sees.
Broad Jump—E. Williams, Arts '24,
1920;  19 ft. 3 ins.
Musical   Society    Scores   Success
at Seventh Annual
Spring- Concert
The Seventh Annual Concert, of the
('Diversity Musical Society, which was
held it the Hotel Vancouver ballroom,
Friday, March 23rd, was from an artistic, point of view one of the most successful that the Society has produced.
The musical merit of many of the
selections deserves the highest praise.
Unfortunately there was a comparatively small although enthusiastic
The offerings of the men and
womens Glee Clubs showed particular preparation, sympathetic training,
and finished interpretation in such
pieces as Elgar's "Lullaby," (from
Bavarian Highlands) "Cherry Ripe,"
by Land and "Good Night, Good Night
Beloved," by Pinsuti. The women's
voices had a depth of tone and power
that under the skilful leadership of
Mr. Grant, revealed many effects of
rhythm and shading that called forth
the appreciation of the audience. The
lightness and humor that characterized the singing of Cook's "My Lady's
Lips Am Like de Honey" and "Swing
Along," was distinctly pleasing. Careful preparation marked the contribution of the orchestra.
The Society was fortunate in their
assisting artists. Miss Nellie Harrison
in two numbers and an encore delight-
(Continued on Page 5.)
Veterans  Lose  by   One   Goal   to
Fast Uollegians — Huge
Crowd on Harid.
Varsity won from Kitsilano in a
First Division fixture at Athletic Park,
Saturday, finishing a rather listless
game on  tho long end of a 2-0  score.
Jim Miller's team, although playing
a scientific game, could not often penetrate the Varsity's defense, and when
they did so Mosher was irfallible. He
stopped long shots and high shots and
all sorts of shots with au ease that
his fine height makes possible. Angus, the Kitsies' inside right as well
as Munro passed up many opportunities, while the Collegians made the
most of their chances and gathered
two counters.
The first goal came near the end of
the first half when Dean found the
ball at his feet after a scrimmage in
front of the Kitsilano goal. He placed it past the goalie who had no
chance to save.
Lundie made it two for Varsity,
when Itaker passed neatly to Ternan,
who dropped the ball in front of the
goal. The Varsity center forward
easily beat the custodian of the nets
and made it 2-0 in the Collegians'
There was yet twenty-five  minutes
of the second half to go, and, in spite
of the fact that Kitsilano pressed hard
the Varsity defense held  them out.
(Continued on Page 2.)
All Faculties   and   Many   Years
Represented on Student-
Governing Body
The election of next vent's Council
is now complete. Once again the students of the University have exercised
their rights as members of a democratic institution, and have assumed
the duties of elections with characteristic seriousness.
The new student officials have had
the necessary apprenticeship for high
office in positions of minor responsibility, and enter this new sphere of
activity fully prepared to assume the
task of directing the affairs of the
student body during the coming session.
Mr. A. E. Grauer, Arts '25. was elected to the Presidency of the Literary
and Scientific Department by a plurality of eleven votes over Mr. Alexander
Zoond. The winner polled 258 votes;
Mr. Zoond. 247. Mr. Grauer is well
known as a member of the debating
team which recently defeated the University  of  California.
Mr. Jasper Wolverton. Science '24,
was elected President of Men's Athletics, defeating H. O. Arkley by a
largo majority. Mr. Wolverton has
been actively associated with University athletics on the executive of the
Soccer  Club.
Arts '25 will be represented on' the
Council by M iss Doris Shorney, the
new President of the Women's Athletics.
In a closely contested election. Mr.
Bill McKee defeated his opponent. Mr.
Lloyd Wheeler, by a single vote and
thereby became President of the Arts
Men's Undergrad,
Mr. Bob Hedley was the unanimous
choice of the Science men as President of the S. M. U. S., while Mr. Hugh
Russell will represent Agriculture on
next year's Council.
The spirited contest between Miss.
Betty Somerset and Miss Eleanor Or-
mrod for the Presidency of the Arts:
Women's Undergrad, resulted in the
election of Miss Somerset.
President Alma Mater Society—Mr.
Jack Grant.
Secretary—Miss Helen Turpin.
Treasurer—Mr. Percy Barr.
Marshal—Mr.   R.  L.   McLeod.
Arts Men's Undergraduate Society—
Mr. Bill McKee.
Arts Women's Undergraduate Society—Miss Betty Somerset.
Science Undergraduate Society —
Mr. Bob Hedley.
Agriculture Undergraduate Society
—Mr.   Hugh   Russell.
Men's Athletic Association—Mr. Jasper Wolverton.
Editor-in-Chief of Publications—Mr.
G. Bruun.
President Literary and Scientific Department—Mr. A. E. Grauer. &*" ■ ■■•■•
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First Division Hosts at Dinner
The University Association Football
Club were hosts to representatives of
the First Division Clubs and the local
governing board, at a dinner held
Saturday evening in the Rose du
Barry room, of the Hotel Vancouver.
Mr. Lorimer Baker, Arts '25, captain of the College team, occupied the
chair and expressed his thanks to the
local hoard, for the co-operation and
support given the Varsity team this
The toast, "Our Guests" was proposed by Jock Lundie, Arts '24 and replied to by Mr. J. Russell, vice-president of the D. F. A. and Mr. F. O.
Campbell, president of the B. C. F. A.
Mr. Campbell declared that there
would be no difficulty in shifting the
date of the Provincial finals to April
28 in order to give the Collegians a
fair chance with their examinations.
Other speakers during the evening
were Mr. J. Haslett, president of the
local board, Mr. A. Richards, president of the Alma Mater Society, Mr.
D. Rae, president of the Men's Athletic Society and Mr. T. Nelson of the
North Vancouver Elks.
First Division Game
(Continued from Page 1)
For Kitsilano, Gammell and Husband were outstanding. Husband is
a heady, fast player and would be a
decided asset to any team. For the
Students, Baker and Ternan showed*
well. The captain of the Collegians
was in form and was indirectly responsible for the second goal. "Gee"
too, showed a decided and promising
improvement over his play of the
previous   week.
Reeve, handled the whistle, and was
satisfactory to spectators and players
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History of the "Ubyssey"
Immediately after the establishing
of the University, the "Ubyssey" was
founded. It was then issued monthly, consisted of three 10-inch columns,
and was called the "Ubicee." But the
"Ubicee" was destined to become the
"Odyssey" of the University, consequently under Shaw its present name
was adopted. It was "Alf Rive, editor-in-chief from 1918-1919, who was
largely responsible for "putting the
college paper on its feet." Rive was
succeeded by Arnold Webster, 1919-
1920; Whitley, 1920-1921; A. H. Imlah,
1921-1922; and Harry Cassidy, 1922-
In 1921 the "Ubyssey" became a
four 12-inch column paper. Also in
that year Alan Hurst, realizing the
necessity of a "comic" section, was
instrumental in establishing the
Muck-a-Muck column; and Lionel
Stevenson founded the Literary supplement, the tradition of which has
been carried on in a worthy manner.
The "Ubyssey" has also joined the
Pacific Intercollegiate and Western
Province Press Associations, and consequently has received news letter exchanges from the American colleges
and the three western colleges of Canada., Moreover the editors-in-chief of
our college paper have met other college editors at conventions. Besides
establishing the "Muck-a-Muck" column, Literary supplement, etc., the
"Ubyssey" has on several occasions
started  things not  mentioned here.
There are at present 26 on the
"Ubyssey" staff, and the publications
for this year has spent between $5008
and $6000. The policy of the college
paper has been to adopt an independent and unfettered stand on editorial
matters, and the editorial board, although responsible to the Students'
Council, has been allowed to determine its own policy. H. M. Cassidy,
the editor-in-chief, states: "It has
been a matter of gratification to me
during the past year that the editorial
board has been a unit on all important
matters of policy, and its loyal support and untiring efforts have made
possible any advances that may have
been made.
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By virtue of coming first in the
Track Meet, Agriculture has gathered
eleven points, and is tied for first
place with Science '25. Science '23
and Arts '25 are tied for second place
and the finals of the soccer and the
rugby must be played before a deci-
tion can be arrived at. The standing
Agriculture     11      points
Science '25   11 "
Arts  '25        9
Science  '23       9 "
Science  '24       8
Arts  '26        5
Arts  '24       4%
Arts  *23        iy2
Science  '26      1
Varsity basketball fans will have
the chance to witness some first-class
basketball next week, when two Varsity teams go into the provincial playoffs, which will be held at the Y. M.
C. A. gym.
On Tuesday night Varsity Intermediates will play Nanaimo in the semifinal of the Intermediate B division.
On Wednesday, Varsity Ladies will
meet either St. Marks or Chilliwack
in the semi-finals of this division.
If the Intermediate B quintette is
victorious on Tuesday, they will enter
the finals with the winners of the
game between Kamloops and the Vancouver Sunday School champs, which
takes place Tuesday. A fine cup has
been donated by the Western Fuel Co.
of Nanaimo for the championship. If
the Ladies' team wins on Wednesday, they will clash with the Nanaimo
Davenports for the provincial title.
These final games will be played Saturday.
S.   D.   K.
The last meeting of the Sigma Delta Kappa for this year was held on
Tuesday, March 26, when an interesting programme was enjoyed by the
Astrological readings by Professor
Singer proved surprising, and caused
a great deal of amusement. A farce,
"The Defective Detective," adapted by
Messrs. Dunn and Schaffer from Stephen Leacock's "Nonsense Novels,"
was £,cted by the S. D. K. players. This
was followed by a one-act play, "The
Pall of Greece," by Mr. E. Dunn.
"Resolved, that it is better to be
fat than thin," was the subject of the
debate for which Mr. "Chink" McKay
and Mr. Francis Hardwick took the
affirmative. The negative was upheld
by Miss Cawthorne and Mr. H. B.
Goult. Judging was by the Oxford system, and the decision went to the affirmative.
The serving of refreshments concluded a very enjoyable evening whose
success was due to the efforts of
Messrs. Dunn, Shaffer and Gregson.
Every one was pleased to see the
president, Mr. H. Goodwin, back again
after his illness. It is due to his untiring work and that of the executive
that the past year has been such a
successful one for the S. D. K.
The election of officers will take
place at the beginning of the next session. It has been decided that the
membership will be closed.
There is a possibility that the U.
B. C Track Club will compete with
the Washington Freshmen next month.
Track men are advised to keep in condition for the event.
By the narrow margin of three
points the Vancouver Amateur Swimming Club took a hard fought meet
from Varsity, and came out on the
long end of a 31-28 point score. As
a result the Club keeps the Leigh Cup
for another year. The Varsity, however, is determined to bring home the
trophy next year, and can be relied
upon to put up a hard fight for the
Especially outstanding was the work
of Miss Peter of Varsity, who swam
two laps in the woman's relay race
on account of the absence of a teammate. Although the V. A. S. C. team
won, Miss Peter is to be congratulated  on  her fine  sportsmanship.
Results  of  the  meet  follow:
Ladies' plunge for distance—Helen
Gough,  V.A.S.C.  45  feet.
100 yards, men—Art Dawe, V.A.S.C
71  seconds.
50 yards, women—Masie Lyons, V.A.
S.C.,  40  seconds.
Plunge for distance, men—A. Stewardson,  Varsity,   50  feet.
50 yards, men—B. MacDonald, Varsity.  31   2-5  seconds.
220 yards, men—Donny Mantle, V.A.
S.C., 3 minutes 26 2-5 seconds.
Diving, men—1, Paul Laidlaw, V.A.S.
C, 2, Frank Penwill, Varsity; 3, Donnie
Sprague, V.A.S.C.
Diving, women (exhibition), by Maisie
Lyons and  Lillian  Broadfoot.
50 yards backstroke, men—Cyril
Jones,   Varsity,   39   seconds.
50 yards backstroke, women—Claire
Blaney, V.A.S.C.  55 seconds.
100 yards backstroke, women—Sylvia
Thrupp, Varsity, 1 minute and 45 seconds.
100    yards   breaststroke,    men—Chuck
Hills, V.A.S.C, 1 minute and 19 secc-
Women's relay—V. A. S. C team (R.
Tingley, K. Kendall, Maisie Lyons, Helen
Men's   relay   for   Leigh   cup—V.A.S.C.
team (A. Dawe, D. Mantle, J. Nesbitt,
R. MacMillan).
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3556 Heather St. THE    UBYSSEY
March 29th,  1925
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(Member  Pacific  later-CaUefistc  Press
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Editor-in-Chief H. M. Cassidy
Senior  Editor A.   G.   Bruun
Associate  Kditors Miss P. I.  Mackav
C. C. Upshall
Erie.  W.  Jackson
Feature    Editor Cliff   Dowling
Literary   Editor Miss  Lucy  Ingram
Exchange Editor Miss Helen Turpin
Sporting Editor. H. B.  Cantelon
Chief Reporter A. A. Drennan
Feature Writers. J. C. Nelson
R. A. McLachlan.   Eve   Eveleigh.       K.   Schell,
Jean Faulkner, Grace Hope
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A. Hugo Ray.
Business Manager .  C. S.  Evans
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Editor for the Week Eric W. Jackson
:' With the approaching end of the
'Academic year the Ubyssey ceases
publication until the re-opening of college next autumn, and the present
Editorial Board relinquishes the direction of the paper which they have held
for twelve months. To a number of
the retiring members of the board the
close of this session means the severing of several years' close association
with the Ubyssey. It is with a cer-
%ixir feeling of regret that they pass
on their responsibilities.
t F\>r the Ubyssey associations have
been pleasant, on the whole, in spite
of the vicissitudes to which the college paper is subject. There are
downs as well as ups in the lives of
college editors. They have a great
deal more work to do than is commonly recognized; and they must attempt to define that nebulous something called "student opinion" which
is probably as non-existent as 'Rousseau's "will of all." They find it impossible to please all of their readers; and the disgruntled ones voice
their criticisms in no uncertain manner.
Yet there are compensations of fellowship, of sharing in constructive effort, of merging the individual in the
collective personality for a common
cause, that go far to make up for disadvantages.
To our successors who will carry
-on the Ubyssey we wish the utmost
of good fortune. May they have more
success than we where all must fail—
to make the paper worthy of the Alma
Mater. And may the path of college
journalism be as pleasant for them as
it has been for us.
The Ubyssey desires to announce
that the only information authorized
by any member of the editorial board
for publication in down-town papers
was the gist of our second editorial
above in which our- true position is
adequately defined. With this word
we leave to our readers their interpretation of any exaggerations appearing
in the city dailies.
In the annual interclass competition
for 1922-1923, Science '25 have proved
the victors, and consequently have
won the Governor's Cup. This results
from the fact that Science '25 is now
leading by eleven points—and the
finals of the soccer-rugby have been
definitely cancelled.
We understand that there has been
a certain amount of criticism of the
Ubyssey's comments on Sir Henry
Newbolt's speeches at the University.
It is unfortunate that some of the
satiric allusions, which may have been
in poor taste, have been confounded
with the editorial and news-column
comment on the affair. We regret the
occurrence of these allusions. We believe that we interpreted student opinion correctly, however, and we take
this opportunity of re-affirming our
editorial stand as expressed in last
week's issue of the paper.
In this issue the major efforts of
our literary contributors have been
collected and published. These articles, in prose or verse, are representative of the best original work which
students of the University have done
this year, and are, in our opinion,
equal in merit to that of other years
and to contemporary achievements in
other colleges.
The Literary Supplement has become established as a feature of the
year's last issue, and we feel confident
that it justifies the labour and expense involved, not only because it
stimulates creative work among the
students, but because the contributions individually attain to a standard of excellence entitling them to
By the Way
De gustibus non est disputandum.
*    *    *
WTe have received several catalogues from dealers in sackcloth and
* *    *
To any of our admirers we are quite
willing to bequeath a few thorns from
our garland.
* •    •
On a tort de vouloir etre sage tout
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We commend to our readers' attention the symbolism of the new weather-vane on the Chemistry Building.
"O for a lodge in some vast wilderness!"
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The Greatest of These.
Arthur James Malloy was not a religious
person. Any of his friends of the underworld
could have vouched for the truth of this assertion. The chief of police could at any time
have furnished the information that Arthur
James, alias "Spike," was a very poor student
of theology. The same chief of police would
have experienced a decided shock had he known
that at this very moment Spike was present at
a sermon at the City Mission. The shock would
soon have lost its violence when the reflection
followed that the philanthropists of the city
were wont to distribute a free lunch each San-
day evening at the Mission at the close of the
address of Brother Henderson.
For some hours past Spike had been on an
enforced diet until now the word "hungry"
was wholly inadequate to describe his condition. At this moment, in fact, Spike could, in
his own words, "chew carpet tacks."
Brother Henderson's sermon was fairly good
as sermons go. That is, it contained a "message" for those who paid attention. But Spike
was one of those who had ears yet heard not.
Through the open door at the side of the platform Spike could watch the movements of certain benevolent-looking old ladies. They had
just started to prepare the refreshments, and
to Spike their actions were painfully slow. He
felt angry at the thought of a long hour's wait
through the remarks of this white-whiskered
gent. White-whiskered, white- fronted, with
lily-white hands! What did he know about
the proper way of life?
The aroma of freshly ground coffee drove
the resentment from his mind, and for a time
made him giddy. Why didn't the fool stop his
jaw? Brother Henderson was describing the
incident of the five loaves and two small fishes.
Spike had a mental image of those two small
fishes frying merrily in a pan. The image
nearly drove him mad. He knew that a policeman was stationed at the main entrance. I [ad
it not been for this knowledge, Spike would
have shouted aloud.
Through the doorway he could see heaping
plates of sandwiches. Wouldn't the damn fool
ever quit talking! Brother Henderson was
rising to his peroration. The lily-white hands
were gesticulating eloquently. The keen eyes
of the preacher were earnestly searching the
faces of the hearers. Suddenly, after a moment of fiery oratory, Brother Henderson hurled a question at his audience: "My brethren,
have you never wished to eat of the fruit of
the tree of life?" It was too much for poor
Spike. From his lips came an answering shout,
"Gawd, no!    Bring on your coffee!"
It took the policeman ten minutes to usher
him to the sidewalk.
But then Spike was not a religious person.
J. A. G.
The Faun.
Mine the one song,
To hold you from the world,
Mine the one call
Out of the shadow.
Should the moonlight fall
Would you discern
The  foreign  guile,
The copper light in slanted eyes,
The tilted smile?
I am the lover
With the unhuman fire
You so desire.
I that am half a man,
And cannot hear
The high adventure'
Calling from the hill,
But dance along the valley
To your will,
Crowned with your flowers.
Passionate lover
Through eternal hours,
I lead you to enchantment
From the years
Heavy with thought,
And  ragged as  with tears.
How should you notice then
My pointed ears?
D. H. W.
Ballade of the Unreturning Wings.
Above the bounty of the Spring's bestowing,
The golden buds the April garden bears,
Above the murmur of the green things growing
And anthem of each bird that reappears,
There is a never-ending chorus nears
Stilling the tumult of the twitterings
Until it grows like thunder on our ears—
The whisper of the unreturning wings.
It is the rustle of the red leaves blowing
In empty courts, by unremembered meres;
The murmur of the moonlit waters flowing
From broken fountains over broken tiers;
It is the song of all that Summer sears
And all the hoard of Winter harvestings,
An echo of the youth of other years;
The whisper of the unreturning wings.
It shall outlive the gleam of April's going,
The withered gold the autumn garden.wears;
It shall outlive the reaping and the sowing
And garnered gleanings of the golden years;
Yea, after we forget the faiths and fears,
The jests and jealousies and journeyings,
The silence shall be murmurous with tears;
The whisper of the unreturning wings.
Youth, pity all upon whose aged ears
The terrible finality of things
Is echoing from all the empty years—
The whisper of the unreturning wings.
G. B.
The Point  of  Dishonour.
To deplore the popularization of works of
art would be a mere pedantry were it not that
the act of communication is too often also a
debasement. At best it is a tacit denial of the
separate life of the creation and of its assembled traditions, a thrusting upon it of alien
associations and tawdry intent: at worst it is
a  proffered   outrage.
With like discourtesy, unconscious perhaps
but none the less uncouth, the orchestra in a
local theatre recently played Solveig's song
from "Peer Gynt" as an accompaniment to the
gymnastics of a Japanese contortionist. Even
in the brief space before one recognized the
music there was a vague feeling of unease that
sharpened the next moment into a disconcerted
sense of incongruity. The erect simplicity of
Solveig's thanksgiving, the consummation of
hope long-deferred, all that gracious and tranquil dignity of benediction that is implicit in
her song, indifferently rendered as it was on
this occasion, was evoked only to be instantly
profaned by association with the contorted attitudes and the lithe bouffonnerie of a slim
figure in tights.
Perhaps none of the arts has wholly escaped
this manner of insult; but music, being the
most immediately intelligible and the most defenceless, suffers daily violence in this kind.
She is made to wait as handmaid on that vulgar parvenu, the motion picture camera, whose
sole and peculiar slave should properly be jazz,
that strident genius of its own generation.
Far from being a desecration, the familiar
use of good music in our places of recreation
is in itself an ideal. It is not the giving that
is lamentable, but the banality of the circumstance that discrowns the gift. Not with its
integrity inviolate is a thing of worth and
beauty received into the presence of the people : the toll of popular acclaim must be paid,
and the point of dishonour conceded.
 M. P.
0 Bandia,  you  are like
my father's buffalo,
who loves the paddy-mud;
but shall I, like a crow,
pick leeches from your teeth?    .    .
'Not so!
Like him?    Not half so good.
See, where he stands and waits me,—
our old mud-buffalo,
who neither loves nor hates me.
For when you follow me,
as you so often do,
1 dare not let him loose,—
how he does glare at you!
That is the best of him.    .    .    .
Me too!
L. H. II
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Spring in Japan.
Would that my lord could see this wondrous
Of tender blossoms on the plum-trees.    .    .    .
When in my hands I gathered some at morn,
I eould not tell the blossom from the snow.
Much bloom had  fallen ere this festival
Of shining snow came down upon it all.    .    .    .
Oh, was it not enough that shower was
And white was white, that snow itself should
Snow in the hills still lies to swell the flood
Which drags untarnished beauty in the mud,
Prom  whence  indeed  all  beauty  springs
As witness now these willows in full bud.
A wonder also I would show him spread
Among the  tasselled  willows  overhead,
Ere the rude winds of Spring ungraciously
Confuse them, and entangle every thread.
Hasten, O Willows, and rejoice with Spring!
Hang in thy grove the lures which yearly bring
The nightingale to thy green harbourage,
Secluded to resort, unseen to sing.
Across the moorland as I went, a veil
Of lazy mist was rising in the dale    .    .    .
It seems that Spring has come indeed, for
Insistent but unseen, the nightingale!
L. H.
Ballade of  My  Lost  Heurodis.
(Note.—Heurodis was the wife of King Or-
feo, and went to sleep beneath the grafted tree,
over which the Fairy King had power. He
stole her away from beneath all the spears of
King Orfeo, and held her in Fairyland till Or-
feo softened his heart with plaintive music.)
They took Heurodis far away
To where the fairy riders dwell;
They grudged us every happy day
Unruined by a baleful spell.
How should she know what magic fell
Lay in the tree whose grafted bough
Shadows the fatal Dreamland Well?
Ah, give back my Heurodis now!
The thousand spearmen who obey
My battle-word stood sentinel
Around Heurodis while she lay
In Slumber's inmost citadel—
How should a mortal king repel
Oberon's noontide horsemen?   How
Against his  gramarye rebel?
Ah, give back my Heurodis now!
Oft in the forest while I play
My lonely harp, its chords compel
Pity from beasts: the wild wolf grey
Heareth the mournful heart-notes swell,
And strange shy things of copse and dell
Are sorrowful;   remainest thou,
Great  Oberon, implacable?
Ah, give back my Heurodis now!
* L 'Envoi.
0 Fairy Prince, we mortals sell
Dear the few joys the stars allow.
Behold my heart, an empty shell,
And give back my Heurodis now!
G. B. R.
A  Celestial  Tragedy.
—So this was heaven ! Very bright and cheerful ; every stone in the pavement seemed to
glitter with an arrogant sparkle. She had always disliked gaudiness herself and had avoided all elaborate display of jewelleiy. But this
was heaven, after all, and one lias to put up
with inconveniences at first wherever one
An angel came up and spoke to her by name.
She still had some earthly prejudices clinging
to her, and thought that he might at least have
waited to be introduced. But heaven, apparently, was very much like one of those church
socials she had always detested so—very free
and easy. After all, you cannot snub the first
being that speaks to you in heaven—not, at
least, until you have made friends with more
congenial ones.
He uttered a few words of welcome that
sounded very stereotyped. She always had
hated that phrase, "Pleased t' welcome ya
t'our midst." But his next utterance gave her
other material for thought.
She nodded.
"Well, we're rather heavily stocked with
sopranos, but never mind. Here's a harp—
you don't need to know anything about music.
Just strike these four chords in order, like
She took the instrument mechanically.
"How long shall I have to do this?" she
"Why, forever, of course. Everything in
heaven is permanent. We change the anthem
every thousand years, though."
"But," she stammered, "you know, on earth
I always believed in reincarnations. I thought
that after a suitable rest, they'd let me return
to earth. I was rather looking forward to my
next incarnation. I wanted to he a man, you
know. An engineer, and build bridges and
piers and things. That idea used to cheer me
up when I had to act as secretary to the Ladies'
Aid.   I had an idea——"
"You had some very fantastic ideas," retorted the angel. "I wonder how you got here
at all. Fancy anybody wanting to leave all
this expensive celestial splendor for that really dreadful planet of sin. What you used to
call the earth, you know, is really the Slum
District of the Universe. No nice person ever
wishes to return there. You can't have been
thoroughly purified. And as for your desire
to be an engineer! Do you realize that men
like that are very often quite sinful? They
frequently drink and nearly always are profane. I only hope, for the reputation we have
maintained here hitherto, that you won't go
about with these mad theories of reincarnation."
"And shall I be playing on this harp, or
whatever it is, for the rest of my—er—existence?" she asked tremulously.
"Why, of course," replied the seraph.
A baleful light illumined her mind. "One
question, please."
"Excuse me, but is this really—Heaven?"
G. B. R.
Life, give happiness to me,
But if my prayer
Seems bold and foolish, Life, to thee,
Give certainty:
Once to be sure, from asking 'Why'
And 'whence' to cease,—
To feel that love and pain, passed by,
Have left but peace.
A. M. A.
Crispy Pancakes.
Fiammetta—whose habit of reading over my
shoulder will cause trouble in this family yet
—surveyed the title and pointed out rather
scornfully that 1 knew nothing about cooking.
"Or if you do," she added, "your conduct on
that last camping trip was selfish, not to say
actively dishonorable. You would go fishing
just before meal time, and you know that I
adore pancakes."
"My dear," I said unguardedly—Fiammetta
when "my-deared" is apt to become dangerous—"I have mentioned before how much I
dislike your habit of reading over my shoulder,
and as for such an excess of emotion about
food "
Fiammetta promptly seated herself on the
desk, completely disorganizing my carefully
arranged papers. A fountain pen, recognizing
the symptoms, rolled disconsolately to the floor,
and only a skilful manoeuvre on my part kept
the ink-well from following its example.
"Crispy pancakes." I explained, replacing
the ink-well, "are a symbol. Some gaily dressed but rather touchy acquaintances of my
childhood were in the habit of dining on crispy
pancakes of yellow sea foam. Both the color
and the texture of the dish appealed to me, so
I conceived the idea of creating an analogy
between pancakes and all the flippant and delightful things that make up the dessert of
"Chiffon stockings and 'The Bat,'" said
Fiammetta, accomplishing in a deft wiggle the
difficult achievement of sitting on one foot.
"And afternoon tea and Browning's love
lyrics and honeysuckle on a June night," said
I, again rescuing the ink-well.
"Better than that," said Fiammetta, swinging the other foot. "Cherries stolen bv moonlight."
"The first  cigarette after a swim."
"And the feeling that you're the best dressed woman there."
'' The music of the ' Maid of the Mountains.' ''
"And any summer morning before six
"Making love," said I.
"Being made love to," said Fiammetta.
"Have a pancake," said I. -
"Thanks," said Fiammetta.
The lunch bell chuckled to itself behind the
dining-room door. In bachelor days I had a
Chinese gong which solemnly boomed forth its
tidings. Fiammetta, however, insisted upon
something more cheerful. This thing when
summoning one to meals positively giggles.
"Come and eat," said Fiammetta, sliding
from the desk.
"Rather!" said I, rising with a certain hastiness. The ink-well, with unreasonable celerity, rolled to the floor. Refusing to contemplate the rapidly spreading pool, I turned towards the doorway.
"And what are we having for lunch?"
said I.
"Pancakes," said Fiammetta. S.M.
Lady, for you I'll glean the silver skies
For shining shadows, diademed with dew,
And twine them into twilight tapestries
Lady, for you!
Shadows of clouded amber, bound with blue;
Slow-sliding shadows, smoky-winged, that rise
In the still heights behind the sunset hue;
And purple shadows, ebon-edged, with eyes
Of grave distress — all these I '11 take and
Like dust of dreams in faery palaces,
Lady, for you. G. B. The Ubyssey Literary Supplement
Patent Medicine.
Gus swallowed the next drink half-disgust-
edly. Liquor didn't satisfy. A vague sense of
disappointment filled his being with conflicting emotions: a queer sensation that baffled
analysis and gave rise to an inexplicable feeling that in some way he had been cheated.
Why should it be so? His summer's work was
•done. It had been a successful season. Fine
claims near the head of Wakee glacier—some
of the best looking rock he had ever seen '. Of
■course he had paid for it—rough miles of trail
breaking and back packing; bruised heels;
feet chafed and cut from shrunken snowshoe
thongs; weeks of tormenting black flies and
no-see-'ems; days and nights on the ice—and
the sun; endless hours of intense dazzling reflection ; unescapable burning reflection that
painted his features with red torture, that
swelled his lips and filled them with raw cracks,
that at times even penetrated his smoked glasses and jabbed at his very eyesight. He had
paid! Damn the hills! He bent over the bar
with lowered head and toyed with his empty
whiskey glass. And this town, too. He'd go
■where they had real white lights. A man might
as well be in the hills as in this hole. He'd
make one more stake, a big one, and go out.
That little stretch of white water now, it might
make a good "lay." It showed colors and
lots of black sand. Gold! That was the only
game. This hard-rock business took too long
to make a turnover—a sucker's game. Next
year it would be gold. But all winter in this
camp! He should have tried that creek a little
further up. Anyway he'd look it over again.
It was worth a chance. Then he'd take in the
big time—see something worth while—to hell
with this place! He pushed the empty glass
from him and straightened up.
Eddie, the barkeep, had waited a long rime.
He now broke in.
"The joint ain't what she used to be, Gus."
The glasses tinkled sharply as he dipped "hem
and set them to drain. "Used to be a regular
place; music—none of that canned stuff, either,
right off the ivories—and girls 1 Say, for wine,
"women and song this cave had them all cheated, didn't it? Well, you know—Paris—Paris!" Gus noisily slid his hobnailed shoe packs
from the brass rail. Leaning back agains" the
bar, he supported his weight on his elbows and
casually surveyed the room.
The place was empty. The pool table stood
idle, untidy newspapers and magazines scattered over its black cover. The card tables,
green-topped and studded with brass tacks,
were piled in one corner to gather dust. The
piano was swathed in stiff brown canvas and
faced the wall. Gus stared at it for a few moments.
"Where's CarusoV he finally asked.
"Oh, he craved excitement. Went outside
last boat. They's a real piano player comin'
in next month, though. A girl. She's good.
Kid Slick they call her—from Rupert—plays
and does a turn in the Bungalow there. She's
good." Eddie walked to the little iron heater
that stood at the end of the bar, opened its
door and threw a shovelful of fuel on the bed
of red coals. "A good looker, too. She'll bring
this camp back again," he concluded.
Gus unsnapped his mackinaw and locking
his thumbs beneath his braces, stared at the
fire as if fascinated bv the darting flames.
"Where's Dell?" he asked.
Eddie glanced up inquisitively and slowly
closed the stove door before he answered
"She's upstairs."
Gus still gazed, then turned abruptly to the
bar again and smoothed out a bill on its damp
The glasses were filled. Eddie snapped his
down with a mumbled "How!" Gus took more
time and asked for water. "Liquor raises hell
with these cuts," he explained, lightly tapping
his raw lips with the tips of his hardened fingers. Once more he turned and leaned back
against the bar. His chin sank to his chest,
and he gazed—this time at the floor. Eddie
mopped the bar.
"They look sore all right. Got burnt once
myself out from Nanano. Had a lay five miles
above   Discovery on  Glacier Creek."
Gus didn't appear interested and cut short
the story with:
"Where's all the boys?"
"They's all in the hills yet; won't be down
till first snow.    You're first one in this fall."
"Pete?" Gus  didn't look up.
"Yeh, he's out." Eddie hesitated, then leaned forward across the bar. "She threw him
Gus continued his contemplation. The toe
of his shoe travelled back and forth in the
crack  between, two  boards.
"Well, let's have a drink," said Eddie cheerfully.    "It's time the house bought."
Gus manipulated his carefully, noticed the
change from his bill, pocketed it slowly, lounged back on the bar, straightened up again, snapped his mackinaw, and eventually scraped towards the door at the end of the room.
"Where   you   goin'?''
Gus  didn't  stop.
"Oh, just goin' up to say hello."
Eddie smiled wisely. When the door had
closed he reached underneath the bar-top. The
short burr of an electric buzzer in the room
above  reached   his  attentive  ear.
  A. B.
In Thrall
A mist danced before his eyes, myriads of
tiny golden flecks that took momentary and
fantastic shape—distorted faces seen but for
an instant ere they dissolved—gleaming wolfish eyes, blood red lips curled back from cruel,
pointed teeth; golden dust again that slowly
began to take form	
Suddenly the mist cleared. Lindsay's host
was knotting a handkerchief about his wrist.
"Never be so careless again," said Dymov
in a voice of unnecessary sternness, as if he
were controlling himself with difficulty. "You
have no idea of the danger you run. Another
time "
Lindsay was somewhat abashed. A clerk in
a real estate office, he had been summoned some
distance out of the city at the request of a
wealthy Russian who wanted to buy a house.
Strange-looking man, the Russian, with his
black hair and his unnaturally red mouth cutting tlie deathly pallor of his skin. But, as he
consulted the map, he seemed to know what he
wanted—a house in a well-populated, prosperous district. The location of one house in particular seemed to please him. He did not even
object when Lindsay explained that the large
building near at hand was an orphanage.
"Here," Lindsay had been saying, pointing
with the paper-knife, "is the "   They were
startled by a scream suddenly choked off. At
the sound Dymov's tawny eyes dilated suddenly, his nostrils whitened at the tip. Lindsay,
startled as much by the ferocious appearance
of his host as by the sound, nervelessly dropped the paper-knife and in so doing cut an ugly
gash in his left wrist. The Count leaped towards him just as the room began to reel.
How stupid of him to feel so faint. And
why should his host look so angry? "Why, he
looks as if he would like to eat me," thought
Lindsay, and a cold shudder swept over him.
"How silly of me.    I have been reading too
many tales of terror.    No more vampires or
were-wolves for me.''
Just then his host, glancing out of the window, exclaimed with unexpected suavity: "But,
my dear fellow, it is quite dark and you have
had a tiresome day. Here in the country we
retire early. I shall take you to your room. I
trust your wrist does not inconvenience you.
Try not to cut yourself in any way while you
are here—at least not before we "
"Before we what?" Lindsay wondered as
he followed the Russian down the hall. How
large the man looked in the lamplight! What
breadth of shoulder—and what strength and
lightness of tread—almost like that of, some
savage beast!
Again that sensation of menacing danger!
Again the boy tried to shake it off. As he
said "Good night" he hoped that his face showed no sign of the uneasiness that gripped him.
He would look at himself and see.
Why, there was no mirror in the room! How
odd! There had been a glass in the dressing-
table—once—for the two supports still lifted
their gaunt arms.    Very unusual.
From outside came a long drawn howl. It
was only a dog—of course. Yet how curiously
like a wolf it sounded. It sounded too—foolish thought—like Dymov's laugh.
He crossed to the window. Serene and remote, the moon looked down on the lawn, flooding it with calm, cold light. Suddenly from
the velvet shadows close to the house the howl
was repeated.
Violently, feverishly, Lindsay fastened and
bolted the window. His hands trembled, his
heart beat hard against his ribs—every nerve
was strained.
This would never do. He must pull himself
together. Frightened by a dog! But it did
sound like a wolf. Perhaps his host had
brought it from Russia. There are wolves
there—and were-wolves. Why should he think
of a were-wolf? Crazy thought! He would
put the idea out of his head. And at once he
began to remember all he had ever heard or
read about the creature—a man by day, an
animal by night; ever seeking new victims,
victims with soft bodies and warm blood, women—or little children; endowed with superhuman strength, able to change its outward
form at will, to slip, like a mist, through a tiny
hole; yet, he remembered, with certain limitations—it can cast no shadow, cannot be seen
in a mirror—a mirror	
Some minutes later, Lindsay made another
effort to gain control over his imagination.
Otherwise he was undoubtedly going quite mad.
Where were his thoughts leading ? He had imagined impossible ^things before—and laughed
at them—later. After all he was a man grown,
and this was not Russia.   He would go to bed.
An instant later he discovered that his watch
was missing. Somehow that steadied him. Why
of course—he had left it on the desk. Better
get it. The door-knob did not turn. Impatiently he jerked the handle. No response. A
sudden frenzy overcame him. He threw himself against the unyielding wood, beat upon it.
Then he whirled as if shot. What was that
sound at the window?
A great bat flapped its wings against the
pane and was gone. Silence. Then two pointed ears appeared above the sill, two red eyes
that gleamed.
There was a crash.
A mist danced before his eyes, myriads of
tiny golden flecks that took momentary and
fantastic shape—distorted faces seen but for
an instant ere they dissolved—gleaming wolfish eyes, blood red lips curled back from cruel
pointed teeth; golden dust again that slowly
began to take form  K. IV
The Ubyssey Literary Supplement
A Blackbird Sings.
Down   we   swing   from   the   heights   and   the
dawn  mists quiver
Over  the level lands where the wet grass
Clover heads  brush  our  feet  and across the
Dew-bright on a dew-wet  branch a  blackbird sings.
Never shall Spring and morning and life be
Still shall the blue mists linger and we will
Striding ahead you'll tramp with your gun on
your shoulder
Whistling to Jock who worries the rabbits so.
What care we for the riddle we cannot capture
Breath on white clover and dew on growing
We have this and this is enough for rapture
Down by the misty river a blackbird sings.
Crest after crest of mellow green
The hills sweep upward to the sky,
Down to the little leafy dells
The evening shadows creep and lie.
Westward, a shimmering golden haze
Shuts out my gaze that strains to see
Glorious color blazing there
Behind  that  misty   drapery.
Evening dimness over earth,
The calmness of the evening sky,—
Yet what lovely mysteries
Beyond the starry curtain lie?
A. M. A.
(From the German of Victor Hardung.)
All we, who ride with our bridle free,
Round the Land of the Sunbeam, Avalun,
Turn in our stirrups again to see
With a measuring glance the pathway won.
Behind us, lost in the distance far,
Float in the rosy evening beam
Sombre pinnacle,  golden  star,
And our souls perceive their dearest dream.
It  lies  behind us,  beyond  our powers.
A fleeting goal to be gained by none;
What we are longing for, that has been ours:
Such is the legend of Avalun.
  G. B. R,
I came upon you
As you sat alone
In broken sunlight.
Sitting  all  alone
In the familiar woods,
That we called ours.
And as I leaned above you,
You bent back
Your thoughtful face to mine,
And in your eyes
I saw that you had dreams
Love could not reach.
Then suddenly
A strange red-crested bird
With broad wings flying low,
Passed through the trees
In the familiar woods,
That we called ours.
D. H. W.
In silence is the cold world's stifled cry
Made  visible;  the  grasses shudder and grow
While   frozen   tears   of   anguish   prove   their
Inconsolate; a little shivering wind creeps by,
And sifts the fine snow with a gusty sigh,
And  murmurs  and  moves   on.     Yet   the  still
Is splendid in her calm, colossal height
Of stars, all cloudless in Eternity.
She smiles upon my brief mortality,
A mighty spirit, blind to our dual pain,
The world's and mine.   Desire seizes me
To oppose the eternal order of her reign,
And rise above her scorn.    Instinctively
I breathe upon my fingers once again.
B. J.
For the third time Jerrold shouted to Douglas, suggesting that they attempt to take a
reef in the mainsail, and again Douglas shook
his head stubbornly. He lifted one hand from
the tiller to wave towards the Hearing headland.
"If we throw her after another hundred
yards the tack'11 carry us behind the Point,
and home," he shouted back. Jerrold nodded
and crept forward to loosen the mainstay. He
moved cautiously, clinging to the rail which
ran along the low roof of the cabin, and then
slipped to a crouching position with one arm
around the mast. He tried to gauge the distance to the Point, but the wind caught his
breath away and the spray stung his eyes. The
cutter was sliding into a trough after every
third wave or so, and the next wave would
strike the starboard bow a smashing blow, the
crest of it lashing over to drench the jib.
With a shout of warning Douglas drove the
tiller over and the yacht headed into the wind.
A crested surge struck full on her bows, and
then another, and she lost headway. Jerrold
pulled the jib over and the wind filled it for a
moment, pulling the cutter's head round. The
mainsail flapped, caught the wind, and then
flapped again frenziedly. Another wave drove
over the bows, and then a gust, sudden and
heavy, lifted the boat onto her side. Only the
slacking away of the boom could save her from
capsizing. Jerrold caught an instant's glimpse
of Douglas, one hand on the tiller, the other
plucking desperately at a rope that knotted itself about his ankle. The waves were pouring
into the pit, and the yacht had grown heavy
and sluggish. Jerrold knew suddenly that it
was going to sink under them, and with the
conviction came no thought of fear, but an unreasoning impulse to action. He started aft—
stumbled—caught at a stay—swung outward
and downward until the twisting of his arm
forced his hand open, and he dropped sideways
into the hollow of a wave.
When he fought his way to the surface the
yacht was thirty feet away, with the cabin level
with the waves. He started to swim to it, but
his oilskin cape wrapped itself about his head
and arms, and he had to struggle desperately
for several minutes before he could work free.
When next he looked for the yacht he saw only
a bare pole, like a periscope, sliding slowly
under the water. And at the thought of Douglas, tangled in the rope, a great surge of horror shook Jerrold so that he sank a second
time, and came up choking and sobbing, racked
with a physical agony that cleared his brain.
He turned to breast the waves, slipping out of
his clothing by degrees, and then he commenced
to swim towards the Point, his limbs moving
mechanically, his breath whistling between his
clenched teeth. Soon a sharp cramp struck
like a knife across the palm of his left hand.
Then the arm grew numb. His whole body was.
growing numb, and his mind also. He swam
on in a mental twilight, imbued with a dull confidence and an unbelievable endurance. Presently he realized that he was bumping among
rocks, and he rose to his feet, a wave lifting
him forward. He stumbled a few paces up the
shore. Then the universe appeared to dissolve
in one shuddering crash and he collapsed on
the sand, his body shaken by surge after surge
of nausea and his face buried in a tangle of
cold seaweed.
Not once in the three days since his brother's
drowning had Jerrold ventured down to the
shore. He was afraid to look upon the sea
again. He dreaded lest the sight of it should
stir up thoughts which he did not dare to dwell
upon—thoughts of Douglas prisoned in those
green glooms, with his eyes fixed and open,
waiting, waiting. . . . And there were
other images, too, uglier ones, of sunless crevasses in the ocean floor, where Douglas' body
was the prey of misshapen things, with glazed
incurious phosphorescent eyes, and beaks like
birds.    .    .    .
Yet on tlie third evening when Jerrold went
down to the sea he thought that it had never
looked so lovely. He stepped into his canoe
and paddled slowly out, and the ripples came
and lisped against the bows as though chiding
him for his truancy. Then as he moved more
swiftly the whispers rose to a laughing murmur that was strangely quieting. The exercise
was quieting, too, and presently he drew in the
paddle and lay back to rest, breathing deeply.
The sun had just set; already the west was
beginning to pale. He watched the long ashen
clouds with their golden crests fall slowly apart
like the half-consumed faggots of a bonfire.
Scattered flakes of flame made a pathway across
the dark water to the very edge of the world;
and behind the slow clouds was a shadowless
depth of amber-rose like an open casement into heaven.
Along the shore-line a smoke-blue haze was
dulling the gold of the autumn foliage. The
mountains changed from bronze to purple and
then faded to a cold silver; and a dusk that
was almost palpable drifted under the archway
of the sky. Far up the Sound a twilight breeze
woke a patch of silver ripples that swept down
upon the motionless canoe, shook it for a moment with bright restless tremors, and passed
on, leaving the face of the sea wan as with a
great weariness.
Jerrold turned to paddle slowly shoreward.
A fire had been built upon the beach and he
watched the sparks soaring and vanishing,—
eager, transient, golden sparks, born to be
swallowed up suddenly in a great darkness.
. . . "As the sparks fly upward" . . .
And then Jerrold's mind was filled with a final
unendurable picture—the vision of a crowd of
people passing in a decorous line before a coffin, where Douglas was sunk deep among the
white silk cushions . . . dead. . . With
a sudden sense of relief Jerrold gazed out again
across the friendly water where he and Douglas, many and many a time, had gone swimming and sailing together in the sunlight. March 29th. 1923
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The  PMitcr of the  Ubyssey.
The studied insults to Sir Henry New-
bolt that were published on the Muck-
A-Muck page ot the Uuyssey last week
are undoubtedly the darkest smirch on
tne escutcheon o± our University. It is
hard to understand how it happened that
tnose despicable compositions were ever
allowed to go to press, ior we are convinced that the greater part of the editorial state could have had no knowledge
of them. JJei-ision of that nature addressed against one ot our own proteo'sors
would be insulting in the extreme, but
addressed against a stranger, against
one oi the most distinguished men in
the Britifch Empire today, and, above
all, against our own guest, there is no
word ugly enough to describe it. We
leel that we are voicing The sentiments
of the greater part of tne Student Body
when we demand that the individual
who was responsiole tor the publication
of these compositions be immediately
and permanently removed from tne
Ubyssey Staff. This measure is necessary not to much to punish the culprit,
tor we feel that he is too insignificant
to be worth bothering about, as to vindicate the name of our University.
L.  B.   STACEY,
R. L. MaeLEOD,
Editor Ubyssey.
Dear Sir:—
1 am writing to protest against certain references in your issue of March
22nd to the recent visit of Sir Henry
Newbolt. I refer to the objectionable
ideas expressed in *'Muck-A-Muck" and
"By The Way."
It is indeed unfortunate that of the
University there are certain members
who appear to be unaware of what is
expected of an Undergraduate, Canadian
or English. University students are expected to possess at least the elements
of common courtesy but this appears
to be totally lacking in some individual.
The spirit shown by these attacks is
contemptible, and is in no way representative of the spirit of the University
as a whole.
Much has been done by the students
as a body to interest the general public
in their campaign to build the permanent buildifgs at Pt. Grey, and these references in the Ubyssey as the official
organ of the student body are bound to
have a detrimental effect on public opinion.
There is a vast difference between a
serious criticism, based on the critic's
point of view which in some way may
differ from that expressed by our distinguished visitor, and flippant and ill-
mannered remarks and verses.
I know that it is the feeling of the
majority of students that these references are most regrettable and uncalled
for and I trust that some official apology for those insertions will be made
Yours sincerely,
Science '24.
March 26,  1923.
Editor of the "Ubyssey."
I am aware that there are at least
two letters which in all likelihood will
appear in this issue of the 'Ubyssey."
Both have been written with the expressed intention of criticising- the editorial staff for its discourtesy and poor
taste. I had always considered that I
knew at least the general connotation of
the terms "courtesy and taste," but from
what I gather of the contents of these
two criticisms, it appears to me that
my interpretation of those terms sadly
differed from that of the person writing:
because to me those letters are in themselves, although not satirical, the best
example, in both diction and tone, of
the very discourtesy and poor taste that
they so loyally condemn.
And one more point, Mr. Editor. It
is, to me, a most surprising fact that
since the controversy has arisen, and
one or two members of the faculty and
a daily journal have made known their
attitude, a great number of students—
supposedly here for the development of
individual thought and action—who, in
the first place heartily commended the
views of the Ubyssey: have, like a
weather-cock, veered with the breeze of
reaction and are now the most ardent
of noisy Judases. The only conclusion
that I can arrive at is that a large proportion of our student body is unable
to   think  for  itself.
L.  T.  Morgan, Arts '24.
Editor Ubyssey.
Dear  Sir:—
As this is the last issue of the Ubyssey and as there are rumours of a
criticism of certain members of the
Ubyssey staff, we. the undersigned do
hereby signify our entire confidence in
those members. We admit that the headlong impetuousness of youth produced
one or two unfortunate lapses from good
form in the last issue, lapses that might
have been avoided, in connection with
the ridicule lavished upon Sir Henry
Newbolt's first address to us. That
ridicule, however, was directed, not at
the man himself—Sir Henry is of course
a very worthy gentleman—but. at the
jingoism and the parochial narrowness
of the ideas he expressed.
It must be remembered, that we were
not prepared for such a discourse: it
brought on too sudden a conflict between our sense of humour and our
courtesy, and naturally the stronger impulse conquered.
As for the parody that has caused so
much unnecessary comment, it is, except for two regrettable lines, a harmless piece of irony and in the circumstances  abundantly justified.
L.   T.   MORGAN
D. H. RAE.
ED. NOTE.—Departing- from our usual
policy we make no comment whatever
on this week's correspondence.
Editor Ubyssey:—
It is to be regretted that such a conglomeration of fanatical nonsense was
published in last week's issue. I refer
to the unwarranted and dastardly attack on Sir Henry Newbolt. The rabid
ravings of renegades were printed without regard to either truthfulness or fairness. Even the editorial was cluttered
up with such meaningless phrases as,
'the full-blooded patriotism of Nelson's
Let us hope that the general public
will take as lenient a view as 'Lucian'
does in Saturday's 'Provnce.' In conclusion he says, 'I was once a college
editor, and can look back with tender
admiration on that period of complacent
superiority! Complacent! Smug! how
expressive 'of the utterances of our
youthful Bolsheviks. Themselves unpatriotic, they have presumed that all
Canadian citizens are. All this in spite
of the fact that Canadians as young as
fifteen and as old as sixty-four took
their places in the front line.
Canada has developed a national
status as part of the British Empire.
Excluding Quebec, the great majority
of our citizens are of British stock. It
is not possible for them to forget the
achievements in arms of their race. God
grant that their blood may never turn
to water and thov become cringing writers of notes, afraid to fight when their
citizens are slaughtered and civilization is threatened with extinction.
\ Verv  truly  yours,
Science  '24.
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The brilliant technical ability of the
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The next event was the outstanding performance of the afternoon.
Hugh Russel of Agriculture cleared 5
feet 9.4 inches, on his third jump, and
in so doing broke the Western intercollegiate record, the Provincial record, the University record, and his
own previous record of 5 feet 6% inches.
Lazenby set a fine mark in the
Javelin throw when he heaved the
dart 132 feet 4 inches. He broke his
own record made in the eliminations
in this event.
In the pole-vault Demidoff heaved
himself over 9 feet 5 inches winning
the event and breaking the record.
The provincial record, in this event is
held by an old Varsity man, A. A.
Nicholson, and stands at 10 feet 6
The Mens' Relay was won by Agriculture. The Farmers ran well and
established a new record in the fast
time of 1 minute 41 4/5 seconds.
The ladies of Arts '25 took a hard
fought relay race, Arts '26 leading
until the last runner was unfortunate
enough to fall, a few feet from the
tape. The time beat that of last year,
the girls making the distance in 2
minutes 3 4/5 seconds.
Barton won the mile in the record
time of 4 minutes 55 seconds. It was
a close race, Arkley looking a likely
winner until the finish of the race.
Buckley finished the afternoon's
performance by taking the three miles
in record time, 17 minutes 3 2/5 seconds. Buckley ran a spirited race,
and beat his fellow Aggie, Luyat, by
a few yards in the sprint to the £ape.
Desbrisay, Arts '26 was third.
Summary of the afternoon's events
The winners  of the  events  were:
120 yards hurdles—Living-ston, Arts
'24; Russell, Agriculture: Hislop, Arts
'24.     Time,   IS   seconds   flat.
Shot put—Ramsell, Science '25; Greggor, Science '25; Pottinger, Arts '26.
Distance 37.3 feet.    Record.
100 yards dash—Livingston, Arts '24;
Warren, Science '26; Palmer, Arts '25.
Time.   10  4-5  seconds.
Discus—Ramsell, Science '25; Mathers, Science '23; Fulton, Agriculture.
Distance.   95.65  feet.     Record.
Tapestried fantasies woven of laughter,
Laughter that breaks in the breath
of a sigh—
Dreams  give a star and a song—ah!
but after
What if dreams die?
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Such   robes   bring   bondage   where
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SS0 yards—Bucklev, Agriculture; Arkley, Arts '25; Gyles, Arts '26. Time,
2.8   2-5.    Record.
220 yards—Livingston, Arts '24; Palmer, Arts '25; McCallum, Agriculture.
Time.  24   seconds.     Record.
High jump—Russell, Agriculture; Hislop, Arts '24; Kelly, Arts '25. Height,
5 feet 9.4 inches.    Provincial record.
Javelin—Lazenby, Science '25; Price,
Science '25; Davies, Arts '26. Distance,
132 feet 4  inches.     Record.
440 yards—Palmer, Arts '25; McKay,
Agriculture; Forster, Arts '25. Time,
56 4-5 seconds.
Pole vault—Demidoff, Science '25;
Buchanan, Arts '24; Morris, Arts '26.
Height, 9 feet 5 inches.    Record.
Men's relay—Agriculture, Arts '25;
Science '23. Time, 1 minute 41 4-5 seconds.    Record.
Women's relay—Arts '25, Arts '23;
Arts '26. Time, 2 minutes 3 4-5 seconds.
One mile—Barton, Science '26; Ark-
\ey, Arts '25; Hope, Agriculture. Time,
4 minutes  55  seconds.    Record.
Hop, step and jump—Barry, Agriculture;  Hislop,  Arts '24;  McKay,  Arts '24.
Broad jump—Hislop, Arts '24; Morris, Arts '26; Palmer, Arts '25. Distance  18.75  feet.
Three miles—Buckley, Agriculture;
Luyat, Agriculture; Desbrisay, Arts '26.
Time, 17 minutes 3 2-5 seconds.    Record.
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Treasurer—Jean Telfer.
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Not   to    be   taken    too
His arm  around her slender waist,
She coyly dropped her head;
"Your  form,"   he  cried,   "is   quite   divine."
"Of corset is," she said."—(Ex.)
The   girl   who  is   ready   to  take   a
joke need  never remain an old maid.
A miss in the seat is worth two in
the engine.
"Oh, well, my vote won't make
much difference one way or the
other," said the lackadaisical ass, as
he failed to poll his vote for the Arts
Men's  Undergrad.
First Coed: "And has he proposed
to you yet?"
Second Co-ed: "Not yet, but oh,
last night his voice had such an engagement ring in it."
No, it isn't a tomahawk, it's a mallet.
It has been calculated by the Department of Mathematics that ninety
per cent of the students in Arts '25
are running for some office or other
on the Students' Council. Why even
their clock's  running.
"I am running," said the pup,
cause I am fleeing."
fr\ Vifrv
He tried to propose, but she thought
that he was singing a popular song
and joined in the chorus.
Since Poets first their festive lay
Have warbled—one and all—
Of nightingales and new mown hay,
Of giants  great and small,
Before their stuff began to pay
They wrote upon the wall.
For lo—in Neolithic days,
Before the reign of Tut,
Before the world got in a haze—
And sculptors in the rut,
The poets then all got the craze
Upon the walls to cut.
And in our College Halls so fail-
Why should we curse and bawl,
And no amount of language spare
On freshies in the hall—
I  see a little "pagan" there
Who writes upon the wall.
And "pagans" there will always be,
Or so it always seems to me ....
We were simply amazed to find that
Miss Doris Shorney can stand upon
her own feet. Who would have
thought that there was anyone around
this University with such outstanding
fr\ Vifev
Perhaps you never knew it, but a
man eats three miles of bread in half
a century.
"How did you ever become such a
great orator?"
"I began by addressing envelopes."
This is Sad—Don't Read It!
For a whole term, Dear Readers,
you have been imbibing the material
beneath our Fiendish Headline, and
yet we will not hesitate to affirm that
you have not once stopped to consider
the meaning of the picture at the top
of our page. And now, before bidding you a Sad Farewell, we will explain it to you. The Man with the
Mallet is Mr. Muck, and the Fleeing
Devil is College Humor.
He is a peculiar Devil, this, and has
bound up with him a fiendish combination of Professorial and Freshman
tastes; that is why he can run so
fast, and that is why Mr. Muck has
never been able to catch him. In
short, this Demoniacal Shadow is the
personification of that Perfectly Balanced, a:id All-satisfying Sense of
Humor, which Never was on Sea or
If, Dear Readers, Mr. Muck has, in
his wild career after the Devil during
the past weeks, Raced over your
Sense of Propriety, or Trampled upon
your Pet Characteristics, or Whooped
your name in Vain, or recklessly Mal-
leted your Favorite Diversions, forgive him, and remember that one cannot always Pick One's Steps when
Chasing the Devil. Remember, too,
Kind Friends, that our page at its
best is only a Joke,
And now, Dear Readers, the Race
is almost Run; Mr. Muck is about to
throw down his Mallet and his Knife,
and proceed to let the Devil go to the
Devil. Now, too, Dear Readers, it is
time for you to throw down your
UBYSSEY, on the Common Room
floor and studiously wend your way to
the Reading Room. Mr. Muck, remembering the Exams that lie Two
Weeks Beyond the Devil will soon do
likewise. Wearied by his Wild Satanic Race he will drop into a chair,
park his feet on the seat opposite,
assume an Industrious Scowl, and
straightway proceed to work out the
Philosophical Problems of an Exame-
tory Existence.
The Wicked Vamp
I told her in my nicest way
The wicked vamp was out of date,
And that the fashion of the day
(I hold her in my nicest way)
Was   something   artless,   bright,   and
Why did she get in such a state?
I told her in my nicest way
The wicked vamp was out of date.
fc\ V\frv
A Hair Net is a mighty flimsy article but many a poor devil gets
caught in one.
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March 29th, 1925
University of California, March 15—
Stanford and the University of
California are conducting a fight
through their press to oust women
from the universities. They are
charged with bankrupting their families to maintain themselves in style,
having no regard for self-supporting
students, coming to college to seek
eligible young men, creating an artificial world around themselves and
distracting the men from their studies
with social life. The women, in turn,
claim that the men are jealous because they are being beaten in scholarship, that the male ego is being stepped upon, and that if women are looking for eligible young men in college
most of them go away disappointed.
Hanover, N. H., March 15.—Dartmouth has come forward with a
new selective process in the way of
college entrance requirements. Beginning with next fall, this college will
rate its candidates not only on intellectual ability but upon character and
personality. It is the belief of Dartmouth that "positive qualities of character, wide range of interests and capable performance in school activities
should operate as determining factors
in selection."
Monmouth College, 111., March 8.—
After a period of 49 years, authorities at Monmouth college have removed the barrier and Greek letter
societies are being re-established on
the campus. Four local sororities are
already occupying houses. Monmouth
is the birth-place of two great national
sororities, Pi Beta Phi and Kappa
Kappa Gamma. In 1874, however, all
Greek letter organizations were banished from the college.
Spring and Summer, 1923
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Brery Wednesday and Saturday
evenings, 9 o'clock.
Oor. Xobson and Hornby
The Alexandra Orchestra, featuring the Sousa Phone, always
in attendance.
At the meeting of the Engineering
Discussion Club on Tuesday noon,
short speeches were made on places
where employment might be obtained
for the summer. The speakers were:
R. Hodson; "Mining on the Coast."
The speech dealt chiefly with the
Premier Mine, Anyox, Drum Lummon
and Britannia.
W. Geigerich spoke on "Mining in
the Interior," covering the Sullivan
Mine and Slocan District. Cliffe Mathers spoke on Canneries along the
Coast. W. Ure's subject was Trail:
Jack Underbill's "Surveying," while
E. E. Gregg covered Timber Cruising
and Logging Camps.
The Pulp Mills on Howe Sound and
at Powell River were treated by C.
Arnott and M. Lighthall spoke on the
number of positions open while M.
Mclachlan mentioned the work on
some of the Coast steamers.
The Engineering Discussion Club
will post a list of the openings available in the physics building; those
desiring further information might
consult any of the above on their
respective topics as these men have
worked at the places covered in their
Who are the pagan children,
With never a goal in sight?
Who lie on the edge of the sunshine
And lisp of the leaves of night?
Who, if they laze or languish
Or dance the world along,
Or bask at the heart of beauty,
Yet utter a pagan song?
Not you the sort of children
That were denied a soul;
For you the great Hereafter
Lies open as a scroll,—
Or why this dream of a city
In the gold eternal morn?
This paganry of moonrise
Above the waving corn?
You are just lovely children!
May sorrows pass you by,
Or—leave   you   sweet   in   the   wheat-
Under a windy sky;
Whence Death is but a roaring leap
To a living far above
The lap of the drowsiest noonday,—
Lure of the  Land  of Love!
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At the Annual Meeting of the S. M.
U. S. held Monday noon. Retiring
Pres. F. H. Finlay, handed over office
to Bob Hedley.
The following executive were elected for the ensuing year:
Hon.  Pres Dr. Davidson
Vice Pres C. Arnott
Faculty Marshall J. R. McLaren
Secretary  J. Olive
Treasurer  H. Giegerich
Literary Rep F. Taylor
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