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Issued Weekly by the Student Publications Board of the University of British Columbia
Volume VI.
VANCOUVER, B.C., MARCH 27th,   1924
K«w 22
~%i$b* and Craig ©f Varsity Make
Usui flbuwiim Against
Wyoming To n
ueinan is ureat Success—Varied and Delightful Programme Keeps
Crowd Entertained
S. Kobe, Arts '26, and .Ta«. Craig,
Arts '25, "closed the international debating season for U. B. C. in a burst
ot oratorical glory, on Wednesday
evening,. March 19th, when they defeated Ralph Conwell and Herbert
Woodman, crack debaters from the
University of Wyoming, by a two-to-
one decision in what was unquestionably one of the best intercollegiate
debates held in Vancouver for some
considerable time. The Wyoming
team, upholding the affirmative of the
question, "Resolved that the U. S.
should enter the World Court," ably
lived up to the reputation which they
have acquired by winning 23 out of
the 25 consecutive debates in which
they have competed during the past
three years, but went down to defeat
before the superior arguments and
convincing delivery of the B. C. men.
Mr. Ralph Conwell opened the debate by setting forth three statements
in support of the resolution. He
claimed that the World Court was
competent to settle any difficulties
that might arise between nations, that
the U. S. entry would be in accord
with the foreign policy of the U. S.
and would be of advantage to all concerned.
Mr. Craig then took the floor for
U. B. C, attacking Mr. Conwell's arguments, and contending that the
Court would not be able to settle the
deep-seated causes of war, that this
institution lacked the necessary power of compulsory arbitration amongst
the larger powers, and that the League
of Nations, and not the World Court,
was the body in which America should
be represented.
Mr. Herbert Woodman, second
speaker for Wyoming, then endeavored to refute Mr. Craig's arguments,
declaring that the Court could settle
the many petty disputes that otherwise lead to warfare, and pointing out
that U. S. entry in the League was
impossible and aside from the question. He reiterated his colleague's arguments that entry into the Court
(Continued on Page 5)
On Friday night last, the halls and
corridors of the University resounded
to the shouts and laughter of pleasure-seekers who, over a thousand in
number, attended the "Ceilidh." That
the affair was a success there could
be no reason to doubt; "the greatest
entertainment! ever staged at the University" was the universal opinion.
Every item of a varied and extensive
program brought forth the praise
of the crowds which dispersed regretfully long after the appointed hour
of 1 a.m.
The "Jitney" dances in the Auditorium made the strongest appeal to
the younger set, and hundreds danced
away their cares to the lively music
supplied by a group of Chinese Mandarins. The feature of this part of
the program was the Waltz Competition won by Miss Lorine Vosper and
Mr. Bruce McDonald representing
Arts '27.
The Cabaret proved a strong counter-attraction. The dancing there was
interspersed with novelty acts supplied by Varsity students. The Misses
Angell,   Evans,   McRae,   Edgell,   Mc
lnnes   and   Leveson   and   Mr.   "Brit
Brock performed.
Bridge and Mah Jongg held swa
on the second floor while the thir
floor housed a whole corps of fo
A popular one-act play, "In ana Ox
of a Punt," was offered by Mr. Frar
Johnston and Miss May James ar
was well received by the three aud
ences before whom it was presente
A shooting gallery catered to t'
members of the sporting fraternit
First prize for the ladies was carru
off by Miss E. Dobbin. Among tl
men Mr. Percy Choate ranked first.
The Radio concert and the severr
offerings of the minstrel show cam
in for a great deal of praise.
The men of Science presented a*
unusual feature in the "Chamber o
Scientific Wonders." Many Strang
and wonderful experiments were pei
formed under the guidance of "Doc
Davidson and his associates.
Although full returns are not ye
forthcoming, it is quite evident tha
the "Ceilidh" was a financial succes
in a big way. Over a $1,000 will b<
handed to the campaign.
players club production
Enthusiastically received
Well-Balanced Cast Presents Echegaray's   Dramatic  Masterpiece,
"El Gran Galcoto."
The/last Alma Mater meeting of the
year/will' be held on Friday noon in
the Auditorium. Members of the present Council and the Council-elect will
be on the platform. Mr. Jack Grant
will introduce his successor, Mr. Dal
Grauer. Dai's "gang" will all be there
and the students will thus have " a
chance "to look 'em over" and to realize just what an exceptionally successful year can be anticipated for
the next session. A full turnout is urgently requested. Remember that
this is the last Mass Meeting. A
crowded Auditorium means some enthusiasm and interest in the work of
next year's Council.
It seems trite to say that the Spring
Play this year was better than ever
before. That always is the verdict.
But in the opinion of many competent critics of the drama, "The World
and His Wife" is not only the most
ambitious piece of work yet attempted
by the Players' Club, but it is also the
best executed. The play is a terse,
soul-stirring drama, which leaves one
rather exhausted after the intense
emotional excitement. The story is a
modern version of Shakespeare's "Othello"—a tale of groundless jealousy,
aroused and fanned by the idle gossip
of the world and his wife. It is the
usual triangle—a devoted husband, an
equally devoted wife, and a young and
handsome friend of the family. The
climax comes at the end of the second act, when Teodora is discovered
in her supposed lover's rooms. The
solution is terrible, but convincing—
the poison that idle gossip has spread
has Worked only too surely.
Despite the tragic seriousness of
the play, there is a certain welcome
comedy relief introduced in the person of Captain Beauchamps, with his
"just out from England" expressions;
and his monocle; and by the old innkeeper, who always announces his arrival   and   departure   by   singing,   be
cause "it is a custom of his .house."
Amusement, too, is provided by Pe
pito, with his propensity for telling
all he hears. Especially during the
first two acts do we find this—the last
is too tragic.
As for the individual characters, it
is impossible to commend one above
the other. Miss Somerset, with her
charming stage presence, her clear
voice, and able command of her part,
was all that could be demanded in a
leading lady. Miss Berkeley, too, made
an admirable Mercedes, the older,
harder woman, jealous perhaps, of the
younger's beauty and popularity. As
usual, Mr. Cross more than fulfilled
expectations—the naturalness of his
acting in this difficult part predicts a
most- successful future for him, should
he go into the acting profession. As
the younger hero of the play, Mr.
Palmer, with his high ideals, his
friendship for Don Julian and Teodora, his earnestness and independence, filled all with enthusiasm. Each
of the other actors, Mr. Taylor, Mr.
Zoond, Mr. Lister and Mr. Sing, was
perfect in his own part. Mention
must also be made of the maid, Miss
Pumphrey, who carried out effectively
the smaller part. The acting is all the
(Continued  on  Page  5)
Presidents of Lit. and Scientific,
Athletic and Undergrads.
1/ Are Elected
Lit. and Scientific Dept.
Mr. Walter Turnbull was elected
PresideTrt-of-"Oie"Xilerary and Scientific Department on Friday byairelfy
substantial majority. Miss DorisShor-
ney has been re-elected President of
Women's Athletics, while Mf-JPdmmy
Wilkinson is the new President "ST
Men's" Athletics.
Mr. Turnbull is a well known and
'opular member of Arts '26. He is a
orceful speaker and his executive
\bility has been clearly shown in his
vork as President and Treasurer of
the class to which he belongs. It is
expected that he will be very successful in fulfilling the duties of his new
Athletic Associations
Miss Jjhotney as this year's President has shown how vitally interested she is in Women's Athletics and
how capable of carrying out new
ideas. The inauguration of other
girls' events than the relay at the
track meet proved very successful and
boded well for further track activities
for women at Point Grey. Next year,
being the transition one, will be very
trying to athletic leaders, but Miss
Shorney, with her experience and
ability, will prove equal to the task.
Mr. Wilkinson is an ex-school teacher, and a member of Agriculture '26.
He played on the first soccer and the
first basketball teams this year, and
has proved a valuable addition to
both. As an inter-class debater he
has gained great renown, and is well
fitted in every way for his important
Undergraduate Societies
Miss Gface Smith of Arts '25 was
elected President bFthe Women's Undergraduate Society last Thursday
after a spirited contest. Grace is
widely known among the students and
has held many executive positions during her three years at U. B. C. In
her first year she ^was Secretary-
Treasurer of her class, and in the
succeeding year she was elected Vice-
President. This year she has filled
the positions of Vice-President of the
W. U. S. and Associate Editor of the
Ubyssey. Her election to the Presidency of the W. U. S. has been received with pleasure, and }t is felt
"■«t =>>o will fulfill her duties very
Mr. BBrtCSirfith.-of Arts '25. is the
President-elect of the Arts Men's Undergraduate Society. In his first year
Mr. Smith's executive ability w«s apparent to his classmates and others,
and the following year was elected
Secretary of the A. M. U. S Tn his
th'rd year he was re-elected to that
position, but resigned to be Pr°sid°nt
of his class. Mr. Smith was wo'.mded
^v^rseas, pnd Mr. Kenny Sch«H re-
r>"rks of him "That he is a good fel-
1-mv *n spite of his having come from
' '"toria." THE     UBYSSEY
March 27th, 1924
The following are the officers of the
Agricultural Undergrad. for the coming year:—
Honorary President — Dean F. M.
President—Art Laing.
Vice-President—"Spud"  Murphy.
Secretary—Miss Milne.
Treasurer—George Challenger.
Athletic Representative—Les. Buckley.
Faculty Marshal—Bill Gough.
The officers-elect of the Agriculture
Discussion Club are: —
Honorary President — Prof. E. A.
President—L.   Murphy.
Vice-President—Bill   Cameron.
Secretary-Treasurer—F. Mallory.
The following nominations have
been received for the Arts '26 executive : '
President—Louis Smith, William
Vice-President—Freda Edgett, Agnes King, Esther King, Lenora Irwin.
Treasurer—Jack Bridge.
Deputy Treasurer — Freida Mac-
Secretary—Eileen MacDonald, Doris McKay.
Marshal—Hendrie Gartshore, Cairns
Men's Arthletic Representative —
Ralph Ball, Frank Potter.
Women's Athletic Representative—
Winona Straight.
Men's Literary Representative —
Earle Birney, John Grace.
Women's Literary Representative—
Marion  Smith, Wanetta Leach.
y       SCIENCE   '24.
The members of Science '24 have
contributed $10 each towards their
Valedictory gift. It is highly probable that the gift will take the form
of a fireplace for the new Science
Common Room at Point Grey. Any
further funds will be devoted to furnishing the  same  Common Room.
The election of the Science '24 permanent Executive will take place
There will be an open meeting of
the Engineering Discussion Club on
Friday noon, March the 28th, in the
Physics Lecture Room, at which information will be obtainable regarding the summer employment of students in the various industries of the
This should be of interest to all
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dancing, and later the guests adjourned to the dining room, where charming  refreshments  were  served.
Extra copies of the Literary Supplement will be on sale at the Publications Offices on Friday noon, at
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Appointments to the
Publications  Staff
The following appointments have
been made to the Editorial Board of
the "Ubyssey" for the session 1924-
Senior Editor—Helen G. MacGill.
Associate Editors—A. Earle Birney,
Sadie Boyles.
Chief Reporter—Kenneth A. Schell.
The present Editorial Board extends
its heartiest greetings to the new
members, and feels that next year's
"Ubyssey" will be a great success under their supervision.
The following appointments have
been made to the Business Staff for
the session 1924-25:—
Business Manager — Homer A.
Circulation  Manager—Eddie  Eades.
The final meeting of the Chemistry
Society for the 1923-1924 session was
held in the Chemistry Lecture Room
on Thursday, March 20th. Dr. Hebb
delivered a popular and interesting
lecture on "The Theory of Relativity."
The speaker discussed the three theories: (1) Newtonian, (2) Special Theory of Relativity, and (3) General Theory of Relativity. The fundamental
principles were explained and exemplified by appropriate analogies. An
excellent opportunity was afforded to
those interested in Relativity to obtain an insight into the subject and
have the basic principles clarified.
The election of officers for the" next
session was held at the close of the
lecture, and resulted in the appointment of the following Executive:
Hon.  President—Dr. Archibald.
President—Mr.  Carter.
Vice-President—Mr.  Hincks.
Secretary—Mr. Lucas.
Through the generosity of the St.
Mark's swimmers, and of the V. A. S.
C, who loaned Chalmers tank the
night of March 12, the Swimming Club
has been able to turn over the sum
of $25.00 to the CAMPAIGN Fund,
being the proceeds of the meet held
between St. Mark's and Varsity.
Small Boy — "Papa, why are you
Father — "Grass doesn't grow on
busy streets."
Small Boy—'"Oh, I see, it can't come
up through the concrete."—Ex.
The average Dartmouth undergraduate works nine hours daily, sleeps
eight and one-half hours, and spends
four hours in recreation each week
day. The schedule was arrived at by
tabulation of records kept for a week
by two hundred students.
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Statistics, recently compiled, indicate that the colleges in the United
States enroll more than twice as many
students as England, France, and Germany  combined.
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In and after the year 1929 admission
to Vassar College will be entirely on
a basis  of merit, rather than one of
priority of application.
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discovery that "in progressive aphasia
profanity is often the last form of
speech to be lost." "Oaths slip out
quite reflexly when the occasion
seems to call for them. In automatic
writing, in trance utterances, in the
language of instinctive criminals, and
in subconscious and reversionary
psychoses in general, profanity, usually of the milder sort, has a conspicuous place."
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The >eward that follows hard work
is usually more work. No one, during the past six years, has labored
more consistently or constantly for
the welfare of the University of British Columbia than has Dr. R. E. McKechnie. During his two terms as
Chancellor he has been indefatigable
in his efforts to further the interests
of the institution. Now, as a reward,
he has been unanimously elected for
a third term. The good work, of
course, will go on, but it should he
less difficult than it has been, and
long before the three-year term is
ended the University should be firmly
established in its permanent home in
Point Grey. As Dr. McKechnie has
labored zealously to this end, it is fitting that he, and not another, should
preside over the removal.
But in the election to the Chancellorship, there is more than an invitation to service. It is no slight honor
to be chosen head of an educational
institution which stands among the
first of our universities of the Dominion.—Daily  Province.
With this issue the Ubyssey suspends publication for the present session. With the resumption of college
activities in the fall the "old rag"—
to use a term often endearingly applied by our critics—will once more
make its Thursday morning appearance. But it will not be the same.
The tone of austere classical restraint
that has been dominant in our columns this year must yield to one of
youthful exuberance. This is the
verdict of the new high command, and
we who favor the passing order look
forward to the first issue of next session with gloomy foreboding.
Those of us who are leaving feel a
pang of regret in severing our connections with the paper, but there is also
a good deal of satisfaction and relief
in relinquishing the responsibility en-
volved. The strain of trying each
week to offend the least possible number of students and to avoid the ones
whose feelings had recently been
trampled upon has proven almost too
much at times for the long-suffering
editorial board. But the satisfaction
of successfully getting away with a
flagrant misuse of editorial privileges
which we have enjoyed once or twice,
has materially helped to reconcile us
to the stress and worry we have been
fdTcetnro'-ttttaergo." Alia haw," as~"fne-
last issue goes to press we lay down
our pens or typewriters, with regret.
In- the mainthe -editorial board hi
its task of re-organization has encountered a spirit of cooperation that
has been most gratifying. Undue discrimination was undoubtedly shown
by us at times, especially at the beginning of the year, and when we sought
to remedy this undesirable condition
we wore invariably met half-way by
the societies and organizations concerned.
Many of the members of this year's
staff will still be associated with the
Ubyssey next year and to them the
representatives of the passing regime
extend their heartiest wishes for t.ne
irost successful "volume" yet published. Tlie Ubyssey has fulfilled its
function but faultily in many ways
this year. Without undue optimism,
and in spite of the gloomy foreboding previously referred to, it is safe
to predict a great deal of development and improvement for the paper
next session.
A lively mass meeting was held last
Friday at noon for the purpose of presenting the candidates for the presidency of the Lit. and Scientific Dept.
The candidates—Walter Turnbull,
Chub Arnott, and Jimmy Craig—each
outlined his platform and then withdrew to allow discussion. Many students spoke in support of the different candidates.
The meeting then divided, the women withdrawing. The men and women then held separate campaign
meetings for the purpose of presenting their respective future athletic
representative. Interesting discussions followed. The meetings then adjourned.
In response to a number of requests
made in times past, Miss Hansford,
the Cafeteria's capable dietitian, announces that supper will be served in
the Cafeteria up to 6.30 o'clock, beginning next Monday, and will continue until examinations.
This will make it possible for large
numbers of those who will be remaining at Varsity for evening study to
get a hot meal at the usual reasonable
The Cafeteria will continue to remain open for supper as long as adequate patronage is assured. Students are therefore requested to remember the Cafeteria when contemplating a night in the Reading Room.
Vancouver, March 22, 1924.
Mr. J. A. Grant,
President, Alma Mater Society,
University  of British  Columbia.
Dear. Mr. Grant:
On behalf of the Alumni Committee
I wish to thank you, the other members of the Students' Council and the
members of the student body, for the
able way in which you contributed to
the success  of the "Ceilidh."
The Committee appreciate not only
the way in which the students patronized the various shows, but also
the way they assisted in the various
performances and with the work in
connection with serving and the arranging of the buildings.
Hoping   that  you  will  convey  the
thanks of the Committee to the members of the student body at the earliest possible date, I remain,
Very sincerely yours,
Secretary, Alumni Committee.
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Extract from letter received from
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While full returns are not yet at
hand from the various organizations
supporting the CAMPAIGN, the major part of the work is finished. The
closing date, originally set for March
15th, has been extended to March 31,
in order that contributions from the
"Ceilidh" and other outstanding donations may be received.
According to the report of Mr.
Johnny Oliver, Treasurer of the CAMPAIGN Committee, they have on hand
about $2500. A further $2500 is expected from the caution money, while
the Alumni will give over $1000. Other contributions may swell the sum io
The CAMPAIGN Committee urges
that all money which has been promised be in by March 31st, so that the
books may be closed up.
To a certain extent the CAMPAIGN
cannot be called an unqualiiied success.
The student body has not reached
its objective but that has not disappointed the committee unduly. The
sum of $10,000 was thought by many
to be beyond the bounds of possibility.
That the campaign has accomplished
so much has been a pleasurable surprise.
It has been, as such activities always must be, a success in other
ways. It has shown the possibilities
of such a plan of raising money. It
has brought the student body together,
has shown the value, of concerted action and has given the students valuable training for the big campaign
which appears inevitable next year.
Those who visited the Ceilidh will
remember the work of the members
of the Heinz Band. This now famous
band has already raised over one hundred dollars for CAMPAIGN purposes,
and is looking forward to renewed activities in the future.
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wotjlft be in accord with the foreign
policy of the U. S. A. and would be
of advantage not only to her but to
the world at large.
Mr. Kobe declared that the Court
and the League were complementary
in so far that entry into the former
without entry into the latter would
destroy the efficiency of the Court and
weaken the League itself.
The rebuttals were keen, each
speaker maintaining the high standard set up in the first part of the contest, so that the issue was doubtful to
the last. The faculty of choosing a
sound argument and not only maintaining it but hammering it home in a
forcible and convincing manner, was
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more commendable when one considers the difficulty of the piece, created
by the depth of the emotions portrayed.
This play marks the final appearance of several members of the Players' Club who have taken part, some
several times, in college productions.
Those of the cast graduating this year
are Miss Somerset, Mr. Cross, Mr.
Zoond, while Mr. Lister, a member of
the Educational faculty, also leaves
the club.
The setting of the play was all that
could be wished, and the gowns bore
the scrutiny of even the most critical
feminine eye. The only disappointment of the first evening was that the
popular director did not make his appearance to receive a much deserved
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Literary Corner
One of the outstanding events of
the' season will be Vast appearance in
^<yancouver of EdithJBvynni^Matthison
and Charles Rana-Kennedy in his latest play, "The Chastening." Last year
when in the city on a brief visit to
relatives the distinguished actress and
her equally noted husband, the well-
known dramatist, were entertained at
the University of B. C. On March 31
they will make their first appearance
before a Western Canadian audience,
when they present "The Chastening"
at the Orpheum. So great is the demand upon their time in the eastern
centres that it was only possible to secure them for one night, after which
they will leave to fill engagements en
route for New York. The advent of
Miss Matthison (Mrs. Rann Kennedy)
is of especial interest as the first opportunity for a Vancouver audience to
witness a performance by the greatest
British actress since the days of Ellen
Terry. From the beginning of her career Miss Matthison has 'been associated with the most distinguished actors
and producers. When scarcely out of
her teens she played a youthful Portia to the Shylock of Sir Henry Irving
in his last season, and played Rosamund to his Becket in Tennyson's poetic play on the very night of his
death, which, it will be recalled, took
place in the hotel lobby less than an
hour after the play. Her repertoire
covers all the leading characters in
Shakespeare's plays and in Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree's notable productions in both London and New York
the prominent roles were placed in
her hands. It might be said that not
a single notable production of recent
years can be mentioned without Miss
Matthison's name. In the Granville
Barker and Winthrop Ames productions, with Henry Miller, and Lewis
Waller, her portrayal of the leading
characters have largely aided the
beauty and interest of the presentations. She has essayed with equal distinction prominent roles in Mr. Kennedy's remarkable plays such as "The
Servant in the House" and "The Fool
from the Hills," and in "The Chastening" her characterization of the Mother of the Boy once seen is unforgettable. At McGill and Toronto Universities and in all the leading universities of the United States Mr. and Mrs.
Kennedy are well known and hold first
place in the affection and esteem of
the student body of those institutions,
for none have done more to uphold
the standards of the spoken drama
than this altogether charming and distinguished couple. "The Chastening"
will be given here as it was originally produced at the 48th Street Theatre, New York, last season, and is
under the local management of Miss
Ida Wilshire of this city.
Yesterday the way from school
Seemed very far.
I slipped along the read
Swiftly, and the eyes of all the flowers
Peered at me through the sharp spear
And   strange,   distorted   men   from
stumps and shrubs
Scowled their warnings as I passed.
The wind sighed eerily like a chained
Crying for freedom from the forest
I ran and often stumbled,
And the way was long.—But to-day
The woods are still;
I love the lisping leaves,
And soft-pillowed violets,
And the breath of Spring.
\ H.
If I loved you how pleased you'd be
To find me caught by your beauty;
No cruel looks would dark my day,
Nor  biting  words  would come  my
But all would seem so bright to me.
With soothing eyes you'd always be,
A perfect fount of sympathy;
You'd take my sorrows all away,
If I loved you.
But, ah! the facts are clear to me,
And were I blind I still could see,
That looks and words and eyes that
, pray
Are looks and words and eyes that
And therefore—what a fool I'd be,
Oft have I seen on moonlit nights
Poplars, full-leaved with gracile stems.
They whisper as the peaceful waters
Those poplars by the Thames.
The  long river, with many shadows
In   curves   upon   the   stream.     The
nights   descending.     /
H. E. G.
We are the pagans, who ask why
Here for to-morrow's hope on earth
you live,
You pray to live, yet live to die,
What good has life to you to give?
We are the pagans, we can show
Our gods ask love, and yours ask
But life is short, we do not know
What  good  is  there,  save  what  is
We are the pagans, and to-day
We   may   drink   life   to   the   very
Your God would take your life away
Then force the love for which ours
We are the pagans, we remain
The   last   of   those   who   freedom
Your God has conquered, but in vain,
Worship   and   Love   can   ne'er   be
We are the pagans, but the end
Will be for us and not for you;
Time is one foe you can not bend
Time   always   triumphs   with   the
true. /
lA. X. M.
Teacher (in kindergarten)—"What
is it around the house that your daddy
always pets, and she has a new fur
coat every winter?"
Little Tot—"Our maid."
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I'm not a literary bug,
I  lack  the  burning fire,
I know I have an ugly mug,
I'm  not  a literary  bug.
I lack the sweet expression smug,
The smiles  that  never tire,
I'm not a literary bug,
I lack the burning fire.
fr\ Vvfar'
Co-ed (home on vacation) — "Oh,
Father! Why didn't you tell me you
had painted those benches? John and
I sat on one and John got paint on his
Two fleas were talking in the zoo.
"Join   me   in   a   game   of   golf   tomorrow."
"Oh, over the lynx."
"Vy dey maka soocha fuss about
deesa Georga Da Wash?"
"Hab—Georga Da Wash was born
on a holiday, dat maka heem da great
Correspondence school doctor (calling up the institution)—"We've done
the first and second exercises of disconnecting the patient. Has the third
lesson been put in the mail yet?"
She—"I just had my hair shingled."
He   (cruelly)—"They   generally   do
wooden tops."
"Say,  Mabel,  can  I  come   over  tonight?"
"Sure, John, come over."
"But this isn't John."
"This isn't Mabel, either."
In an East End school, a jtnistress
was reading to her class Shelly's
Ode to a Skylark. To test the intelligence- of her scholars, she asked if
they could put into different words,
expressing the meaning, the line
"Hail to thee, blithe spirit^bird thou
never wert."
An arm shot up from the back row.
"Well, Johnny, let us hear how you
would put it."
"Hi! cocky. You ain't no blinkin'
"I know a stone mason that has
only one arm."
"Nonsense, how does he do his
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his teeth and hits himself on the back
of the head with a hammer."
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•    •    »
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"Nay!    Nay!"
• * #
Noah was so opposed to gambling
on the ark that he sat on the deck
all day.
•       •       •
Even if he gets poor service a fat
man in a telephone booth has small
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Zoology is not my line,
But yet I know beyond debate
A corset on a jelly fish
Don't make a vertebrate.
Editor—"Did you interview the eminent statesman?"
Ed.—"What did he say?"
Ed.—"I know that, but how many
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On March 15th fourth year students
in Mining and Geology, under Dean
Brock and Professor Turnbull, visited
the Britannia Mine and Mill. On arriving at the Beach, the party was met
by C. P. Browning, E.M., the General
Manager, who outlined the programme
he had prepared for them and gave a-
description of the system of operations. After presenting each member
a flow sheet of the big mill so that he
would be able to follow the ore
through each process to the final product, Mr. Browning conducted the
party through the power plant and
Studying the mill occupied the afternoon. Then the tramway and train
were taken to the townsite at the entrance to the mine. Here a house was
turned over to the party and a nearby boarding house provided them with
For the evening the students were
invited to a fancy dress ball, where
they were given the difficult task of
judging the costumes. They succeed
ed in rendering popular decisions.
A day and a half was spent underground under the guidance of Mr.
James, a graduate of TJ. B. C, now in
charge of geology and development
' Since the ground and ore bodies differ in the various workings and production is on a vast scale, the mill re-
Quiring 3,000 tons.of ore per day, various mining methods are employed
and almost all phases of mining are
exemplified. On the return journey
to the Beach the geology was studied.
The University is fortunate in having such an interesting and instructive mine within reach, where so much
of what is taken up in class work can
be seen and studied in actuality.
Plans for the S.C.M. Summer Camp
on Gambler Island, June 18 to 27, are
progressing quite satisfactorily, and
everything indicates success for this,
the first camp of its sort in B. C.
In addition-, to Drs. Roberts and
Sharman, Messrs. Harry Avison and
Clarke are coming from Montreal and
Toronto. Students are also expected
from Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and
The program for the camp is as follows:—
Mornings—Study under Dr. Sharman.
Afternoons—Free for boating, bathing, tennis, badminton, etc.
Evenlngs^Alternate addresses and
The cost for the ten days will be
$12, board; and boat fare, of about $2.
Each person is~to provide Jus.p.wn
cot and blankets.
Everyone who can possibly attend
is advised to communicate with Mildred ©fcterhout, '23; Gerald Kerr, '23;
ofcFred Brand, '24.
"The 13th Chair" as presented by
Miss Verna FeKon and the Allen Players at the Empress Theatre this week
is a dramatic treat. As in all mystery
plays the mystery is not solved till
the last few minutes.
Probably the most outstanding of
the performers is Miss Doris Brown-
lae as Helen O'Neil. Her role is extremely dlfflcult.-but is well played by
her. Charles Connors, who has returned to the stage, also turned in a
very creditable performance.
American Professor
Speaks to Institute
"Educational Conditions in the Orient" was the subject of a very instructive lecture gfrven under the auspices of the >S«nciiuxex_lns,titute in
the Physics building last Thursday
evening. The speaker was / RejrTDr.
Gowan, professor of Orienftrf^Xitera-
-ttrrenat the University of Washington,
who has but recently returned from
his latest trip to Japan, Korea, and
The schools and universities in Japan and Korea were described and
compared, the lecturer claiming that
the public school system in the latter
country was higher than in Japan itself, and that, contrary to the general
belief in Japan's unfriendliness to its
continued protectorate, everything
possible was being done by the Japanese to maintain and improve this high
standard of education in Korea. Dr.
Gowan declared the technical school
at Seoul to be one of the most modern and best equipped institutions of
its kind that he had ever seen.
Chinese educational systems suffered much by contrast, he declared,
since the general social depression
had greatly retarded educational progress.
A vivid picture of the present deplorable conditions in China today
was drawn, the lecturer touching upon
the prevalent militarism, unhealthy
factory conditions, lack of food, and
the religious uncertainty following the
abandonment of much of the old Confucian philosophy for phases of western religions which were unsulted to
the Oriental type of thought.
In conclusion, Dr. Gowan stated
that he considered the Chinese and
the American civilizations interdependent, so that China should not abandon all her ancient civilization, but
should retain the best and correlate
it with the happiest and proven reforms of the west.
The S: C. M. elections were held
last Monday at noon. The executive
for next year consists of John Gibbard, president; Sylvia Thrupp, 1st
vice-president; Charlie Gibbard, 2nd
vice-president; Frances Stephens, secretary; Helen Milne, treasurer; R.
Norman, publicity agent; Stanley
Allen, business convenor.
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The Week's Events
Thursday, March 27—
La Canadiejme: Meeting at the Women's Bldg., 752 Thurlow St$ at
8 p.m.   Election of officers.
Arts -Men's Undergrad. .meeting in
Room Z, at noon.
in Physics" Room, at noon.
Friday, March 28—
Men's Basketball'Club meeting In
Room SI, Science Bldg, at noon.
Vancouver Musical Society: Cantata, "Joan of Arc," Wesley Church,
at 8.15 p,m,
League of stations  Society:   "Prejudice    and    Education,"    Dean
Coleman, Board Of Trade Rooms,
at 8 p.m.    ,
Saturday, March 29—
Soccer; Varsity First vs. New Westminster United; last game of the
season; Moody Square, New Westminster, at 3.00 p.m.
Monday,  March 31—
S/C. M.: Executive Meeting, in
Room Y, at noon.
Cor.  Homer and Hastings
Orpheum, March 31
Edith Wynne Matthison
Charles Rann Kennedy
In his latest play
•'The Chastening"
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flfeatcb 1924
Many hearts, no doubt, will begin to throb
at the very name of woman. Some of you
already know her quite well, while some
other prospective friends of mine must be
anxious to know a little more about her. I
believe, it will bring some relief to know
that Shakespeare calls woman soft, mild,
pitiful, and flexible; though in actual experience it may not always be the case. Led-
yard is of the opinion, that woman, wherever
found, are the same. They are civil, obliging, humane, tender beings; inclined to be
gay and cheerful, timorous and modest.
Prudence prevents me from insisting on the
truth of- these statements, as theory and practice do not always tally. But being somewhat familiar wTith the erring barbarism of
the East and the super-subtlety of the West,
I assure you, that as far as the characteristics of women are concerned, there is no
East or West, Orient or Occident; they are
the same the world over.
Man has attempted to investigate a universe, from the division of an electron to the
combination of planets, from the minuteness of an amoeba to the greatness of a
whale, and from the depths of the Pacific to
the heights of the Himalayas • but curiously
enough, he has never turned the searchlight
of his. observation on such an important object as woman. To describe her the whole
realm of man's language affords no other
term than 'mysterious', something which he
cannot understand and never hopes to.
Neither has any man made an attempt to
fathom the philosophy of her existence, except of course myself. This neglect of man
is not an accident, so there must be some
reason for it. After'reading the Old Testament, I came to the conclusion that man is
free of all blame. We know that in the beginning God created the heaven, the earth,
light and the firmament, and said "It is
good." Then the Lord God created the sun,
the moon, and the stars, fish and fowl, beasts
and cattle, and said "Tt is good." He formed man out of the dust and breathed into
his nostrils the breath of life making what
He called Adam. By the end of the seventh
day He had given the command of the whole
universe to Adam. Seeing that everything
was satisfactory, He pronounced "Very
good," and went to rest. Afterwards He
took pity on the loneliness of His favorite
Adam, and thought of woman. Sending
Adam to sleep. He took a rib from near unto
his heart and 'the rib that the Lord God had
taken from man, made He a woman.' But
note, He did not pronounce "Very good,"
or even "Good"; she is only called 'fair.'
But still from time to time the voice rings in
our ears. "0 fair woman! with just a glance
of your eve<« vou could plunder all the wealth
ofj^fs struck from the poet's harp, and
could huffi^e at your feet the proudest heads
in the world." Being onlv 'fair' she could
(Continued  on  Page  2)
(From the German of Goethe.)
Who rides so late through the midnight wild ?
A father rides with his darling child;
He holds the boy right well in his arm,
He hugs him close and he keeps him warm.
—Child, why dost thou hide thy face in fear ?
—Dost not see, my father, the Elf-King here ?
With his sceptre and crown and his trailing
—Child, 'tis but the mist as it eddies about!
—Thou darling child, come, go wTith me!
Right pretty games will I play with thee!
On the shore be flowers of many a hue—
My mother hath many a gay dress, too!
—My father, and hearest thou not thyself
How he tempts me softly, the royal elf?
—My child, be quiet, and peaceful lie!
'Tis the wind that rustles the leaves so dry!
—My pretty boy, wilt thou go with me?
My beautiful daughters shall wait on thee,
In the night as they lead their choral ring,
And rock thee to sleep, and dance, and sing!
—My father, my father, canst thou not mark
The Elf-King's daughters there in the dark?
—My son, I see them as plain as day,
The ancient willows that shine so grey!
—I love thee, am charmed with they lovely
If thou art unwilling, I use my might!
—My father, my father, he clutches me now!
The Elf-King hath done me harm, I vow!
The father shudders, and galloping wild.
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
He reached the palace in pain and dread:
The child that lay in his arms was dead.
'-G. B. R.
They    shall   return    again,    the    darkling
To their deserted nest;
But what the heart found best,
The dreams of youth, in all the age that
Shall come not home to rest.
The brightest leaves that time has touched
and taken
Are toys of the wind when dead,
And the dreams of youth that fled—
The withered  dreams no  spring  shall reawaken
Are leaves the heart has shed.
G. B.
Or, the Mystery of the Locked Door.
Bob Camberley, of Camberley Manse in
Berkshire, and of spooky reputation! We
hadn't met for years—never mind why; but
as this fresh summons appeared really urgent, within four hours of receipt of his
third telegram, 1 was in his company. Not
enjoying it, either . . . Here was a man
qualified to rule in his profession and not
even in it, only thirty-six and prepared to
'kick off," as he called it, because he didn't
see what use he—or rather his inventions—
could be in the world . . . All of which
made me impatient enough . . .
"And where is the infernal machine, anyway?" I asked.
Camberley waved his pipe in the direction of a closed door.   "Can't you hear it?"
1 listened, then said, "I thought that was
the fire—the draught up this chimney."
"I forgot," he replied. "I'm so used to
it. The very sound of it wanders about—
like ventriloquy. Just now it does seem
to be in the grate."
"And what is it doing?"
"I told you—boring a hole." "
"In what?"
"Oh, things in general."
At his old tricks again, I thought; so I
turned sarcastic, and said, "How deep?"
'' Why!" he smiled, '' it's no depth at all,
of course—not the thousand-millionth part
of a centimeter—just nothing."
I was trying to keep my temper and succeeding indifferently. "And how long has
this been going on?" I queried, offensively.
"About a month longer than necessary—-
been waiting for you."
"To be a party"?"
"No, only a witness."
"Look here, Bob," I remarked, severely
but uneasily, "if I didn't know something
about you—though it's rears ago—"
"Fifteen," said Bob. "
"I should say you had either escaped or
were qualifying."
"That's it—so I am—qualifying. Just
what I have been doing—qualifying to—"
"Kick off, you said."
"Yes, and I'm afraid there's going to be
some real kick in it too. But I'm getting;
permeable," and he rose.
"Permeable?" I echoed, glancing again
at a dial set high on the wall ... A couple
of metal bulbs hung from it by cords . . .
Bob took one in each hand.
"Now, pull that lever over, will you? and
watch the dial," he said.
It was an odd machine with odd markings on it—no hand or indicator. It didn't
need one, because it revolved, and as the
speed of it increased the scraws on the dial
blurred into numerals, and gradually a small
' rule' slid from a groove ....
"What's the figure now?" asked Bob,
quivering under the current.
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(Continued fram Page 1)
exercise «ueh mystie powers. Just imagine,
what would have been the fate of man, if
God had called her 'very good.' Neither
did He, as in the case of the rest of creation,
put her under the domain of Adam, rather
in the celebrated words of Thackeray, 'man
is destined to be a prey to woman.' So for
all these different reasons we cannot censure
man for leaving this field unexplored up to
this time. Although in most cases woman
has proved to be quite a harmless being,
still, man, like a caged bird which shuns its
opened door, has never had the courage of
analysing her.
Well, Adam awoke from his sleep, and the
radiant looks of woman came upon him like
a breeze that sends a shiver through the rippling water and sweeps away to the shadowy
shore. Hands clung to hands and eyes lingered on eyes, and thus was given to. us the
first classical example of romance. Driven
from the Garden, they began their seemingly
endless journey. The very mountains were
cleft asunder and gave way before the march
of their banners waving triumphantly to
heaven, as mist before the rising sun. The
tangled obscurities of things vanished at
their irresistible approach. No obstruction
was too great to be fought through, and they
turned this land of sinners into paradise itself. If the claims of man to immortality
were shattered, woman, with her love, made
him immortal for the days he lived on earth;
for who has grieved when soft arms shut
him safe; the whole world is given in one
warm kiss when all the pains and sorrows
vanish in a moment like a torn flower petal
blown in a breeze.
From that very ancient day, the day that
took up the new-born earth in its arms, covered it with white mantle of light, and sent
it forth on its pilgrimage among the stars,
up to this moment, through the digging of
caves and hunting of animals, through the
rise of empires and fall of kings, through the
accumulating of gigantic piles of wealth and
ruthless scattering them away on the dust,
through the creation of vast bodies of symbols that gave shape to their dreams and aspirations and casting them away like playthings of an outworn infancy, through the
forging of magic keys for unlocking the
mysteries of creation, now with hesistating
tears, again with faltering smiles, that love,
simple as a song and eternal as space, continued through these ages, in which losses
and gains were harmonized, unison between
two hearts became as perfect as between two
eyes, and both of them shared all the joys
and sorrows that happened to cross their
But the question still remains, how was
woman made? We remember that during
the shaping of creation she was slightly
overlooked. When commencing to create
woman, God discovered that He had exhausted all His creative material. He took
the rib of Adam, but that was not enough.
It greatly perplexed Him. Believe me, God
never worried so much as when He had to
make woman. It made Him fall into a profound meditation; and when He arose from
it, He proceeded as follows: He took the
roundness of the moon, the undulating
curves of the serpent, the graceful twist of
the creeping plant, the light shivering of the
grass blade, the smile of the morning rose,
the cackling of the hen, the eooing of the
turtle dove, the cruelty of the tiger, the
heart of fire, the chill of snow, the hardness
of diamond,  the  sweetness of honey,  the
tears of the cloud, the inconstancy of the
wind, the gentle gaze of the doe, the vanity
of the peacock, the modesty of the drooping
violet, and the caprice of the dancing sunbeam. All these He mixed together and
formed a woman.
Woman is not merely the handiwork of
God but also of man. He is ever endowing
her with beauty from his heart. The artist
got from her his first symbol of perfection,
an idea which has no duplicate in the whole
universe. Painters gave her form and ever
new immortality. The Hudson's Bay Company undertook perilous journies to the
remotest parts of the earth to bring furs for
her. The mines gave their gold for her
wedding ring. The sea gave its pearls for
her necklace. The silkworm gladly resigned
to its fate to make her even more precious.
The poets have been weaving webs for her
with the threads of golden imagery. And
many a fluttering bird is plucked of its
plumes by man's reckless cruel hand to deck
her hat.
Although woman was given a late start,
she soon surpassed man in her powers, and
every day and in every way, she became
more and more mysterious ito him. All
through these ages she continued alluring
man, revealing and eoneealing herself like
bursting buds, which tell their colour, yet
hide their heart. If he called her weak, he
soon discovered, that hearts which he could
not bind with brazen chains, she could bind
with locks of her hair. If he called her low,
she proved, she could give birth to souls like
that of Shakespeare and Napoleon. And if
he still boasts of his callous power in making
and preventing war, let him profit by his
past experience and note, that after all, it
will be woman who will transform the fire
of the ammunition workshop into the lamps
of festival, and will ehange the thunderstorm
of the battlefield into the music of peace.
Upon your replies
Lay my pinnacled dreams.
But you spoke not: your eyes
Were as cold as the beams
Of the moon.
I listened : no word
Did you utter to me,
But the river I heard,
As it rushed to the sea
With a tune.
With a tune.
You murmured: the ice
On the mountains above,
Was as cold as your voice,
Was as cold as your love
Was, for me.
You left me: I cried
To your vanishing tread,
But you heard not: there sighed
But the cold wind instead
Through a tree.
We were grown very tired of play
When the dust of the dead years drifted
To soften, and smooth, and seal away
Our clouding grief and our cold renown.
/G. B.
Miss Lametta Peabody was as typically
old-maidish as her name. Though she despised the race of men, without them her life
in the single house-keeping room would have
been unbearable. She firmly believed that
every male within her ken suffered from a
hopeless passion for her. The baker's boy
who brought her frugal loaf hastened to be
gone and away from her fatal fascination.
The yellow-stained fingers of the sickly
clerk in the grocery trembled as they wrapped her few purchases. In short, her mere
proximity was enough to make any man begin to tremble and then glow with fervid
Looking through the paper one day, Lametta noticed an advertisement by a big store
announcing in glaring type a sale of
nightgowns (only being a lady she thought
of them by a more delicate term), at phenomenal prices. She was much exercised ia
mind, never yet having patronized a department store, but after a severe mental struggle decided that the low price made a purchase imperative. Having arranged her bonnet she hastened to the store grimly aware
of the agonies of love suffered by the men
she passed.
Lametta staggered out a broken woman.
Her first experience with modern business
hustle and bustle had been unnerving enough. The elevator had made her feel ill.
The sight of women fighting over piles of
nightgowns in full sight of men clerks had
shocked her maidenly modesty. But the
crushing blow came when she discovered
that not a man in the store seemed to feel
her fatal charm. Everybody was so busy.
Not a man even glanced at her. She was
so perturbed that when she had received
her bundle from the clerk she was unwomanly enough to walk up to a counter behind
which stood a man. Better far if she had
not dared, for with merely a bored glance
in her direction, he completed her downfall
by selling her something she did not want.
His voice was unutterably weary, and it
came to her that she was a despised thing.
She had no charm for men. She stumbled
out of the store with averted eyes, unable to
face the jeering glances. Her world tottered beneath her, and she felt a desperate
need to sit down. Groping her way to a
nearby park she sank into a bench, unaware
of the man who sat near hunched up in despair. From the depth of her misery a sudden
groan escaped. The man looked up. As
his eyes took in her prim old-maidish figure
his hopeless expression changed to one of
amazed delight.
" It's her to the life!" he gasped.
Miss Peabody became dimly aware of an
excited man who gesticulated in front of
her. Then slowly the impart of his words
sank into her numbed brain. He was offering her luxury, travel, what she thought of
as immense sums of money. Could it be—
it couldn 't—yes it was! He had fallen passionately in love with her! A blessed sense
of serenity and power stole over her. She
was desirable. Gathering her dignity together, she rose with an indignant "Sir!"
and swept away, ignoring the man's frantic
She never knew that he was merelj offering her a part in his next photo-play.
FERN JAMES. LnsiuBT Smfruar&xt or Ths Ubt«sky, 3®24
(Continued from Page 1.)
"Can't you see?"  I inquired.
He replied with obvious effort, "Forgot
to look up—now I can't.'
So I read from the meter, "Forty-thousand—rising fifty—"
"In square roots, isn't it?"
'' By the ' rule'—yes—sixty—seventy—
Say, it's jumped to ninety!" I exclaimed,
Bob's face was purple now, but he spoke
calmly and his tones were even, if rather
low and considered. "Ninety, eh? I did
forty more this morning."
An idea occurred to me, "Voltage?" I
almost bellowed at him.
Bob managed to smile. "Nothing to do
with voltage," he jerked out. His face was
black now, in fact the blackness seemed to
have invaded his whole person, clothes and
all, and his voice sounded much thinner than
I at all liked to hear—almost as though he
were in the next room ..."
"Or perhaps the next world?" The
words so shocked me that I cut the connection at once, and Bob recovered slowly—got
back his colour and all that    . . .
"You heard me, though I wasn't speaking?" I gasped in amazement.
"Not exactly heard—just got fourth-
dimensional,   that's   all.     Looked   ghastly,
didn't I?"
"You certainly did, if that's any comfort," I replied, shifting in my seat.
"Notice anything else?"
"You went black in the face—you were
going black all over."
"Any transparence?"
"W-what d'you mean?"
"No, I suppose not; haven't noticed any
under—under cube-roots, in fact. Couldn't
be, hardly." Then as he saw my mystification, he added, "That's the Camberley Ray-
machine for the 'Camberley' rays, high up
in the ultra violet.    Understand?"
I didn't, and although he explained I
was little wiser. But I remember he concluded somewhat in this fashion, "—still
we've done something. X-rays was the first
step in the dark, and others followed. I
happen to have tapped a whole group of
them—far beyond the violet, deep in the
chemical area, and—" he stopped there.
"And what?" I asked, more puzzled than
amused now.
"Well, I can use 'em," he answered,
cryptically, "in  my new Ray-machine."
'' And what's the use of them ?''
"Ah, there you are—and back where wc
started; no use at all to my thinking.''
"The effect of them, then?"
Bob's manner became serious, even impressive. "The effect of them," he said,
"is, in the first place, to render one transparent, in the second to create invisibility,
and in the third their use is tantamount to
the discoverv of the 'open door.' "
"Oh rot!"
"Is it!"
"All rot—hopeless, unmitigated rot."
"Very well," remarked Bob, indifferently,
"come in the next room and you shall see
for yourself,"—and he rose to show the
"No," I said firmly—very firmly, "I shall
"But you said the rays were rot, and as
vou've come so far you may just as well
come a little further, don't you thing?"
Almost affectionately he laid his hand on
my arm,—I jumped violently; it was icy—
through sleeve and all . . . "Thanks to
you, I've been rather heavily charged,
haven't I? With one hand I can give yoa
quite a considerable shiver; with two
I looked up at him sharply, and was convinced; I was sure he was insane. To
humour him I asked what he could do with
two hands. But he didn't reply; he did
it . . . Thereafter, to my horror, I seemed
to float about after him; incidentally, I
found we had floated towards the locked
"Wait!"   I cried out in a panic.
"What for?"
"I—want to ask—some questions—"
"All righ,t," he sniggered, "go ahead—
fire away!"
"Have   you—ever   made   yourself   trans
"Often—other things too."
"Other things—" I was panting, when
he went on.
"Yes,—in there—" (wherever that was)
"things have a way of becoming so transparent they disappear altogether."
I broke down shamelessly, and faltered,
"Not me, Bob—you wouldn't do that to me,
you know—would you?" '
"Come and sit down again," he suggested, aimably, "you look faded." So then
we floated back   . . .
"Now, understand," he began again,
"you're completely in my power, but I'm
not going to abuse it, nor you either. Why
should I? I only want to convince you I'm
not mad. Am I mad ? Of course not. Well,
in that room I have another machine—as I
told you—that makes the 'Camberley'
rays—that little dial up there only forcusses
them—a speed-dial—and in their full light
everything becomes invisible—walls, floor,
furniture, people, everything, even the machine itself. But as space isn't empty, and—
Here, have another cigar, or try this,"—
and he pushed the decanter nearer ....
After a while I felt better, but I had more
than an inkling of the immediately unpleasant. Sighting Bob over the tumbler-rim, I
resumed awkwardly,
"Space—you said it wasn't empty, eh?"
"How could it be? If it were, it wouldnt
be Space, would it? Cant' be any such
thing as empty space, you know. Besides,
the adage about Nature abhoring a vacuum's
perfectly true within the limits of language,
and some way beyond."
"Of course, a—a vacuum can be said to
exist, can't it? But does it?" This by
way of concession.
1 was beginning to get my face back.
"Well, everything's invisible—what then?"
'' Not only invisible, inaudible and intangible too. We talk glibly of the five senses,
don't we? But really we've only one—a
sense of impact through different organs;
but these rays, which paralyse all action oi
the senses, can't reach the stored impressions, the consciousness. So under the rays
you 're gone—not absolutely, but for the time
being, because Time is ours, whereas Space
belongs to them."
"I mean, nobody could ever run against
you, for instance."
And a gleam of native intelligence inspired me to remark, "So when the Great
Material gives out, the Greater Immaterial
rushes in, does it?"—which was a great
reach-out for me.
"Not quite that. The Immaterial « there
all the time, though we don't see it."
1 felt sick. "And—what does it look
like?"  I asked, feebly.
Bob twisted his mouth in a humourless
grin, and said sourly-, "Jelly! only think
that a collection of them there is—ever since
the world began . . . Generally they're so
jammed together—overlapping and interlaced, yet completely themselves—they look
like jelly—with hairs in it.   Other times—'
"Stop!" I exclaimed, striving valiantly
against the plasm shivering within nuv
"Everything disappears—the Material disintegrates ? But people—I—you—would
you exist there—immaterially?"
"Certainly,—in consciousness. Haven't I
been there?"
"Where you said the machine would disappear too? How did you get back?"—and
my tones were a good imitation of the incredulous, I'm sure.
But Bob didn't weaken at all. "Well, I
did what you would have done, I took care
to keep hold of the handle. If I'd let go
the machine, I might not have been ahle to
find it again, you know. Still I haven't
figured out everything ... So now I'r..
going for an extended tour."
But interlaced—overlapping—slithering
about—insides and all—Ugh! It's violent—
"Very likely,—to you; but it's not qur>e
what anyone would call rot, is it? ... .
Never mind, the idea is only strange now.
Wait five hundred years—perhaps less—
and these rays will be re-discoyered—when
they're more wanted. At the rate of modern research, what you now confuse with
'spiritual', but what relatively speaking is
only 'immaterial' existence, will be matter
of common knowledge,—unless there's another 'Dark Ages' to throw everything
"Where it belongs," I muttered.
"And where for the time being I suppose
you want to belong? Well," said Bob, more
kindly, "I brought you here, and so—''
Without finishing Camberley rose, and with
a sort of terrified relief I found I remained
as I was, hanging tenaciously to the chair-
arms   ...   I lay back and shut my eyes. . .
"Coming?" inquired a voice .... I
looked up with a start. Bob was actually at
the door, his hand to the lock. "Coming?"
he repeated, gruesomely.
"N-not if I know it," I stammered.
"In five hundred years—"and the key
turned in the lock.
"Yes, yes—in five hundred years, very
likely—but I'll wait."
Then Camberley opened the door . .
Before it slammed-to, some of the rays
reached me, and—instantly—I was enveloped in a nameless mauve-coloured, smokelike substance, thick with dark-green outlines, 'interlaced' like 'hairs' . . . And it
was beginning to 'jell'—!
I leapt from my seat, shouting, quite in-
audibly, "Bob! Bob! . . ."—silence shouting into silence   ....
Almost dead with cold and horror, I fell
back into my chair, and—listened; but there
was no answer—absolutely no answer—at
all.   Even the machine had ceased to throb.
Bob ?—don't ask me   . . .
I don't know,—and don't want to. But
I hope he's warm.
J. h. j/
Literary Supplement of The. Ubyssey; 1924
A chattering imp of a squirrel circled
dizzily up the rugged bark of a low-branched
fir as the Rev. Samuel Eastham pushed upwards through the clinging ferns that choked the borders of the old, moss-carpe,ted
tote-road. A light puff of August wind,
coming from down-trail, scattered and spun
a few dead leaves at his feet, twirling them
out of the sunshine into a tiny, gurgling
stream where it emerged from tunneling beneath the decayed corduroy of the path. Beyond, a bend in the trail was softened and
hid by the bordering undergrowth of leafy
salmonberries. The Rev. Samuel was enjoying his solitary outing with all the superficial, self-congratulatory enjoyment of the
infrequent hiker who, by the expenditure of
considerable time and energy, has for the
first time successfully stifled uneasiness and
is consequently able to take pleasure in the
lonely beauties of a remote and unfriendly
ridge of woods. The peacefulness of the
present scene impressed, almost surprised
him. Carefully leaping the trail-hid brook
he approached and began to round the corner.
Suddenly he- was startled by a crackling
in the undergrowth to his left. Halting
abruptly he wheeled in the direction of the
sound in time to see a small, furry shape
struggle, in.clumsy, ludicrous panic out of
the bush and tumble away from him up the
open, centre of the trail to where, scarce
twenty yards" away, a huge, silver-grey grizzly lay on her back in the path with shaggy
paws extended playfully upwards in motherly s^qrt.with a second cub. Fascinated, with
almost unbelieving eyes, he saw the great,
uncouth, frolicking bear change herself, in
an instant, into an angry Beast that struggled growling to its feet and bore down upon
him with sickening speed, an onrushing incarnation of animal rage, a monstrous
Bringer of swift and certain death. In-
stinctly he broke free from the first paralysis of fear and, turning, ran dimly for the
friendly fir whose high branches alone
might save him.
And as he ran all the sudden horror of
the shock seemed to rise and surge through
his mind, till his brain was filled with the
bewildering clamor of a hurrying, jostling
multitude of thoughts that flashed and succeeded each other with lightning rapidity.
Only those faculties which guided his straining muscles in their all-important task of
self-preservation remained aloof, merging
themselves into an automaton that forever
impelled and directed his striving limbs.
All else was tumult—tumult that dulled and
benumbed his senses so that he scarce knew
if lie moved. Flying feet beat the ground
unfelt, eyes guided unseeing, ears strained
for a warning and heard only the seething
roar of confused, chaotic nothing. Only in
his brain was there the conscious turmoil of
unrestrained life.
His first, astounded disbelief at this sudden plunge into undreamt-of danger, a surprise that shattered all his intellectual complacence of the moment before, was succeeded by an alarmed, rapidly-growing comprehension of his peril. Comprehension engendered a frantic, agonized desire for escape
that instantly resolved itself into abject
fear; fear that prompted prayer and chilled
the cry 'ere it was half-born. This failure
to derive steadying power from an appeal to
his God exasperated him, made him even
more fearful.7 Had' he not always received
answering strength in former extremities?
True--those other great struggles of his life
had been moral, ones. This awful danger to
life itself was new, a peril faced by other
men, men of the mountains or the woods,
but not by such as he. His whole soul cried
out against the monstrous irregularity of it
all—and the hopelessness. Alone; would he
ever reach the tree? Tirelessly his muscles
responded. He seemed to have been running
like this for ages, yet it must have been bare
seconds since he turned. He could feel
Death gaining. Fear changed to bitterness.
What was God doing, looking on like this?
Couldn't he see he was young and fit to
live? Irrelevantly, he thought of his wife.
Only let him get out of this and he would
forg . . . make amends. Again he reverted to despairing rebellion. Why should
some unknown dictate the time when he
must leave it all? Even as the thought
flashed he knew it was false. Deity was
blotted out in realization of his own part
in the tragedy. Why had he ever come up
this trail? With an effort he strived to feel
prepared. Dimly the shining Spirit of the
Universe rose dancing before his eyes, offering a shadowy hand of Resurrection. Instinctively he avoided it and bitterly remembered past boasts of preparedness. He
knew now, with a sudden snapping of his
orthodoxy, that he would never be prepared.
He was across the brook now, nearing the
tree; Death had not yet descended. Angrily
he repeated to himself, "The beginning of
Life; the beginning . . - ." Why must he
think of that peaceful valley away below
him, unconscious, unheeding. Strange he
had never realized its serenity before. But
eternal life would be his now, life ever . . .
Again the Spirit rose, retreating before him,
with its insistent Hand. Its shape seemed
mocking now, as it danced, seeming to conceal its other hand hiding an elusive something. Eagerly he groped for it, sensing
v hat it was, and striving to brush aside the
outstretched arm. Life was all he asked
for;, abjectly his whole pulsing, straining
being cried out for it.   "Life, Life, Li   .   . ."
A crushing, sickening blow, a tearing
blinding sweep, a flash of exquisite pain,
and the universe dissolved in the yielding
blackness of oblivion.
A chattering imp of a squirrel circled dizzily down the rugged bark of a low-branched
fir. A light puff of August wind coming from
down-trail scattered and spun a few dead
leaves out of the sunshine into the waters
of a tiny stream that gurgled beneath the
decayed corduroy of the moss-carpeted tote-
road. Beyond, a bend in the trail was
softened and hid by the bordering undergrowth of leafy salmonberries.
 i^- A. E. B.
There is a legend .of a northern lord,—
A fugitive who crossed the frozen zone
And built a castle in a Land unknown,
On a desolate cliff, above a strange seaboard.
And there, with light of ancient festivals
Painting old pictures on the patient stone,
He  climbed,  the  sagas   say,   a  shadowy
And  walked  with  phantoms   through   the
frozen halls.
,      .      .      Somewhere among the stark immensities
The heart shall weave another habitation
From gaunt, unlovely, elemental things;
A Castle in some Thule of the skies
Builded of dreams above the desolation
And hung with memories like the house
of kings. GyB.
Easter. Throughout Canada was the
realization of a glorious victory at Vimy
Ridge coupled with the fearful thought of
the number of the slain.
The messenger jumped from his bicycle
and ran up the steps of a neat suburban
bungalow. Breathing hard from his exertions he rang the bell and waited, A sweet
faced woman opened the door and seeing
him, paled, as if realizing the dread message
he carried. The fingers, clasping the pencil
with which she strove to sign the boy's book
shook like those of a person with ague. The
buff envelope she opened and drew out the
single enclosed sheet. "Read it," she said,
"I cannot." The boy began: "Deeply regret inform you . . . " but the woman interrupted. "He is dead . . ?" she asked.
The messenger could not speak ... he
The woman drew a deep breath. Her
body quivered like that of one who looks
over a precipice and shudders at the depth
beneath her feet. The sun went suddenly
black; the warm morning went cold; spring
flowers lost their scent; the roar of a thousand cateracts sounded in her ears . . .a
roar that chanted over and over, "He is dead
is dead."
The voice of the messenger broke in upon
her ... a voice as if from another world.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" "No," she said,
and after a moment, "Thank you."
She entered the house and' went into the
kitchen. The clock ticked loudly, solemnly,
weirdly; water dripped from !the tap, a
monotonous 'pit, pit, pit . . 'the kettle
spurted frantic little gusts of stream into
the warm air. She had a desire to laugh.
Her son was dead. Time and the world
went on. Suddenly she realized the full extent of her loss. Sobs burst from her, bitter
and soul shaking. She had drained her cup
of sorrow to the dregs • . . . she had lost
her son.
'' The spear ? We only gave it that the sport
Might be prolonged," they said.   I looked
Upon the broken thing—not such a lance
Their soldiers carry forward to support
The wavering line before them, but the sort
They give the baited captive for a chanee
Of some spectacular deliverance
From dagger-claws that cut their pastime
Blunt head on mended rottenness! and yet
Not all in vain in other days our spears
Were raised to savage gods, before we met
A host that fled   .    .    .   They loose the
panther now.
Lord of all useless weapons, hear the vow
Made in the vast Arena of the Y^ars!
  \j&.B. R.
Dead authors, are they really dead? . . .
It seems to me that Andrew Lang
Addressed a. literary gang
In  terms  they  all  contributed ... *
To leave the world without a stain,
And not be missed in time and space—
I've heard that sometimes that's the case
Of authors on the Astral Plane.
But those who navigate a star
Beyond the need a daily bread,
And go a-Milky-Way instead—-■
Oh, dear! I wonder where they are!        , v


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