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rade of World Culture Urged Ik JJujiks of Science and Litera ture Should Be Interna tionalized, Claim. Berlin, Aug. 25.—A plea for tlic standardization of newspapers and i magazines as the only practical means of Combating the present print paper shortage in Germany, ami the establishment of so-called “intellectual cloisters,'’ where ns plrants to literary, scientific nnd'hrtis tic laurels of the future will find an asylum during the formative period of their work, is the plan proposed by Dr. Walter Borgius, writing in the magazine Reconstruction on the cultural evils of today. Culture, he contends, is not a lux ury but a necessity even though it is possible for man .o live, or rather vegetate, without intellectual culture. One of the appalling signs of the times is the threatened collapse of *be bcok trade and the public librar ies in Germany. The situation, in fact, has grown so acute that a movement is on foot to establish oiganlzatons providing an uncondi tional guarantee for the publication of scientific and historical works in editions which can be sold at a price ■within the reach of the reading pub lic. Ths German book trade, to ,h!s mind, can in the future be carried on only along co-operative lines. This would be followed automatically by similar co-operative attempts along the lines of production of print paper, typecasting and the mechani cal elements of book making. Exchange of Foreign Literature Urged. Another way by which Dr. Borglus ^ ^ >#fffild correct the evils would be the m exchange of high-priced German tech nical and scientific literature for cor responding works in other languages ! —tl i exchange to be accomplished on a page for page basis, thereby, reliev ing Germany of the necessity of pay ing cash for the foreign-language lit erature she receives. Figures are given to illustrate the discouraging situation that has arisen l as a result of a postwar economic con ditions. For example, the cost of pro ducing one page of a scientific work is 200.000 marks; a, work of the mag nitude of Fichte's "History of'the World” costs 187,000 marks a page, while the cost of an ordinary textbook ranges from 15,000 to 20,000 marks a page. "Scientific works printed in for eign lauguages are as accessible to the Germans as if they were lying at the top of an unscaleable wall; brushes paints and canvas cost more than an artist can ever hope to obtain from his finished art work.” In making his plea for what he calls the "economic exterritoriality" of the arts and the sciences. Dr. Borglus ar gues that intellectual work of the highest degree produces no objects having a fixed economic value, so that there Is no guarantee for the younger and struggling elements to make a liv ing, to say nothing of the freedom and leisure necessary for production. He does not regard it as a fantastic idea when he suggests the rebirth of the medieval cloisters as the home of tal *. in the formative period. The su g perfluity of royal palaces throughout Germany offers a singularly favorable opportunity for trying out this plan which, even though furnished and conducted with Spartan-like simplici ty, would afford the necessary quiet ' \and concentration for hraln'work. Science Should Bn Internationalized. Borglus further advocates the Inter nationalization of science, for the pur pose of relieving Germany from the burden of producing its own scientific j works and shifting this upon an Eng lish or American concern, which would in turn have the German edi tions of the pqblication come from the German press. This, he believes, would solve the problem of the print paper shortage by increased produc tion through simplification and stand ardization. He raises the question ns to whether it was really necessary for Germany, during the war, to produce a thousand varieties of paper. Ex perts have testified that production could bo Increased from 20 to 25 per cent by employing a system of stand ardization. He also takes up the concentration of the press, suggesting one central news agency on the lines of Wolff's Telegraphic bureau, one centralized weekly publication devoted to art and literature, a half dozen in dustrial and commercial weeklies, and a dozen big political newspapers. He also recommends a parliamentary forum for all matters concerning the Intellectual life of the nation—a na tional cultural council, in the widest of the term, / is no consolation to speak of abnormal times, now that the line of demarcation between now and then has been entirely obliterated. We no longer live in a transition period, but are standing on the threshold of a new epoch, demanding other condi tions and other formulas. With our intellectual culture obliterated we will rapidly sink to the niveau of a na tion of industrial coolies. Without making a supreme strugglo for the 1 guaranteed existence of our cultural values, our entire cultural life will topple over Into ari unfathomable abyss and be lost to us forever.” Omaha Baker Is Selected to Lead Quality Discussion * P. F. Petersen of the Petersen « Pegau Baking company has been se leeteci to lead the general discussion on the quality loaf at the annual eon vei '.on of the American Bakers’ as noc. ‘Jon at French Lick,, Ind., on September 12. I The following (tglegfram wag re I reived by Mr. Petersen yesterday from Dr. H. E. Barnard, director of the American Institute of Baking in Chicago: "At French Lick convention Wert nesday September 12, the quality loaf is the subject for general discussion. Have listed you ns leader of dlgcus skin since your reputation as baker of quality bread entitles you to that ^ertfinor.” i Kmmett Woman Dies. L Mrs. Pearl Harris, 23, Emmet, IjJeb., died at a local hospital here ^Thursday, She In survived by her •husband, Charles. Services will be ■held from the Duffy & Johnson par ■ors, 311 South Thirty-third street, at H this afternoon, Itev. ('hallos W. So Bulge officiating. Burial will ho in Hf’orest, Lawn cemetery. y Name This /"Air Mail Picture and Win Prize Ro filter and Tribune Syndicate—Dos M. toes / Five dollars tor the best title to Russ Cole's air mail delivery pictured above! And $1 each to the inventors of the five next best titles. Only the contestant must observe the rules of the contest. In the last week's competition we received a deluge' of postcards and some of the contestants enclosed their contributions In envelopes. Please use postcards. You do not have to send return postage with the title. You do not have to cut out the picture and en close it. All you have to do is read the rules and observe them. Rules. Write your title, name, and address on a postcard and address it to the Title Contest Editor, The Omaha Bee. Each contestant may submit as manv titles ns he wishes, but each should be written on a separate post card. No title may contain over 12 words. The contest closes at midnight Wednesday. Last Week’s Competition. Nebraska rose to the situation nobly when it came to last week's wistful darkies and the lure beyond the fence. But Atlantic, la., Is still on the job anti likely to give the whole state a race. Here are the contest results, suits: First Prize. “It was Just Two After Three," Mary J. Condon, 1512 South Twenty seventh street, Omaha. Second Prizes. “Declaring a Dividend on Watered Stock," L. T. Brooking, Funk, Neb. "Three Can't Go Into Two, Unless They Get Their Wires Crossed," It. It. Mills, Grinnell, la. “Planning to Irrigate Darkest Africa." F. Eaton, Wisner, Neb. “Millyns in Sight.” Claude S. Lfitel, 4044 Curtis avenue. Omaha. "A Threatened Occupation of the Rhinedland," Miss Irma Wells, 3314 Davenport street, Omaha. Honorable Mention. “Whot 'er Melon," Philip Condon 1512 South Twenty-seventh street, Omaha. "Do Dey Go Pink or Punk,” Sidney D. Potter, Overton. Neb. “Visions of a Royal Gorge." Alex McKie, 2385 North Forty-Seventh street, Omaha. "A Bit of Colored ‘Patch’ Work,” Mrs. George Buck. Gothenburg. Neb. "Over the Wire: Black Two Eight (Ate) Three," I. D. Huston, Oseeva, Neb. "Two Scared Aces Behind the Enemy's Lines,” Mrs. Fred C- Medd, 601 North Sixth Street, Council Bluffs, la. "The Cravin’ Cowards,” C. B. Nel son, Atlantic, la. "Orders From De Fence Post of Observation: ’Cullud Troops Ovah De Top,’ ” Clarence Seebe, 622 Seventh avenue, Council Bluffs. "So Far, So Good,” Bruce Church, Emerson, Neb. "Drink To Me Only Thine Eyes,” Sarah Hurwitz, Columbtis, Neb. "They Have Those Taking Ways," Maurlne Gumprecht, Shelton. Neb. “Rastus if Ebber You’s Gwlne to Be a Hero, Do It Now,” Miss Clara Johnson, 719 West Twenty-fourth street, Kearney, Neb. “Feet, My Future Am In To’ Hands,” Jack Donahue, Genoa. Neb. "They Are Going to Get What Theyi Are Itching for (Poison Ivy),” Anna A. Leslie, Primrose, Neb. "Shcddern. We ll Now Havi Dah Vine Serve-Us,” Mrs. A. J. GMbson, Atlantic, la. Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield | U'onUnupft from Yrafrnlni.) \\ nat possiuie hasps nave yoti ror saying all that?" cried Mr. Living stone. exasperated. "That's the way things are! Folio that try to use slave labor always get what's coming to them in the way of poor service. "Oh, but in lipmt you had the right to kill him-" cried Mr. Livingstone, jealous of his rights. "Sine you could kill him—and in N’ew York you can fire your stenog rapher. What good would that do you? You couldn’t get intelligent service out of the next slave either, unless you had hint educated he intelligent, and if you did that he'd be such a rare bird lhat you'd save him for something better than standing around waiting for you ta clap your hanads at Him. He'd be running your business for you.” “Oh. pshaw, Crittenden, why be so heavy-handed and literal! YVliy wet blanket every imaginative fancy?" "Oh, pshaw, Crittenden, why be so heavy-handed and literal! Why wet blanket every imaginative fancy?” "oh, I didn’t realize you were im aginatively fancying," said Mr. Crit tenden. laughing. "I thought you were trying Imaginatively to recon struct tlie life of ancient Koine. And X was trying to do my share.” They strolled together to the wall, and Mr. Uvingstone spread out on it his plan of the forum. Marise looked down dispiritedly at the mutilated pillars and broken pieces of carved marble and most of all at the bits of old Roman flagged paving. Nothing gave her a more acrid sense of futility than those old. old flagstones over which so many thousands of human feet had eagerly, blindly sought their Journey's end. Had any of them ever found what they sought? She murmured under her breath, "Isn’t it ail horribly, hor ribly depressing? Doesn't it make you feel Rll those endless centuries bow ing your shoulders down to the earth —why not now as well as later?” She had stated it as she felt it. a truism, what everyone must feel. Eugenia and Uvlngstone accepted it as such. “Yes, I often feel as an cient as the stones," said Eugenia pensively. Mr. Crittenden put in hastily. "Not on your life, it doesn’t depress me! Why should it? You don’t seem to realize. Miss Allen, what an immense difference there is between us! I never really took it in before myself —not until this visit to Rome. But it’s immense! Enormous! I^et me tell you about it. They’re dead aryl we are alive! Alive!" Marise looked up at him, thinking that in truth she had never felt any one so alive. He bent his eyes to hers as Livingstone, with a little ges ture of giving him up, drew Eugenia to the corner of the \yall and traced lines on his map. "We think the third line of pillar stumps is the side wall of the Ba silica Julia,” said Eugenia, stepping towards them, the guide-book in her hand. vr. They were stnncyng under the great gray dome of the Pantheon, innocent clear daylight flooding ail the great gray building. "Oh. isn't it beautiful, their idea “A Treat or Retreat," C. W. Ap pleton. 3620 Vinton street, Omaha. "Two Mouths With but a Single Hope,” John G. Winter, St. Benedict’s college, Atchlnson, Kan. "Hen Roosts Temporarily Safe,” Mrs. W. H. Stewart, Geneva, Neb. "Caesar: •Pompey, Is You a Hook worm?’ Pompy: ’No, Caesar, I'se a African Rindepest,” Mrs. Bruce Donald, 410 South Eddy street. Grand Island, Neb. Note: The title above was considered first prize, but as it did not follow the rules, having more than 12 words, it had to be thrown out. I'f leaving tile circle open to the sky?” Marise burst out. "Doesn't it make our dark, modern churches with their imitation Gothic stained glass seem cheap and affected? Every church all over the world ought to l>e like tilts, and then we human be ings might he fit to live with." Livingstone put in a horrified pro test, "Wlint! Miss all that exquisite twilight that makes a church a church? I was just thinking how fiercely, literally bright this noonday sun is Daylight leaves no mystery, nothing to your imagination." Marise turned confidently to Mr. Crittenden as an ally. .She was sure, as sure of anything In the world, that he must be on her side. Hut ho hedgeil and said neutrally, "Oh, great Scott! It would be a horrible act of tyranny to have every church like this. There are lota of folks who'd hate it. They have a right to have some things their way, haven't they?" “oil, I didn't think you'd take that side," said Marise, feeling betrayed and longing for a sweeping, exclu sive affirmation to match het* own. lie so often hedged, it seemed to her, wanted to qualify statements. Ob it. came to her with a start—that was another form of truth telling! He was trying to make his statements express the truth, rather titan his feelings! He now said, judicially, "As far as 1 personally go. it depends what I'm looking at. If I'm looking at a very fine statue or something that seems really beautiful to me, I want as good a light as possible to see it In. If— if I should ever have any personal happiness ln my life, I'd want day light to see It by. Rut when it’s a question of looking at the Interior decoration of the average modern church, why, the more mystery and twilight the better.” This made Marise laugh. He often made her laugh, more than she had ever laughed before. And yet he never told funny stories. He now went on. "I suppose It de lends on your opinion of what there is to see. If you think your imagi nation can do better for you than reality, of course you want a lot left to it, and plenty of dark corners for' It to work in. Just now it seems to me that reality Is so much beyond anything my poor, starved Imagina tion could have done. . . .*" He did not look at Marise as he spoke His tone was perfectly mat ter of fact. She wondered what the other two made out of it. She knew very well what she made out of it VII. They were sitting on the terrazza in the evening, with several other people from the pension, having their coffee sociably around the big round table and looking out over the roofs and domes and church towers of Rome. The conversation had been chit chat, as was usual during meal times, and Mr. Crittenden had con trlhuted little to it. His massive capacity for silence when he had nothing special to say was a constant source of wonder to Marise. Not to "make talk," even very commonplace j talk, was a betrayal of a tacitly ac cepted code as much as calling Donna Antonia a "bad-tempered, stupid old woman." She had been taught that It was one of the pretenses which must he kept up under penalty of the ruin nt all civilized intercourse. She envied and resented his freedom from It. She addressed herself directly to him now to force him out of his re flective taciturnity. "Do you agree to that, Mr Crittenden?" "To wl*t?" he asked, making no decent pretense of being abashed be cause he had not been following the conversation. “Why, Mr. Livingstone was saying that artists are the only human be ings to be envied, the only human tie lags who really live, Intensely.” "They're the only ones who talk about it." he offered as his variation on the dictum. "That's what an art tat is. isn’t he? Somebody who hap pens to be put together so that it kills him to keep anything to him self. lie Just goes up in smoko if he can't run and t<ll the world what he has seen or tasted or handled or got hit by, and the way It made him feel. I admire and revere artists. They certainly do a lot for the rest of us. But I don't see any reason to think that they feel things any more Intensely than anybody else, and I don't see anything so terribly en viable in their lot. There seems to lie a lot of hard work about it, if you judge by the way they carry on. t don't see why vou can't enjoy beauty and feel tragedy, even if you keep your mouth shut. Vou can feel It just the same, can't you* I'm sure I've felt things about a million .times more intensely than anything that ever got into a book. And 1 can’t say I'm any less satisfied with my fate because I’m not thriftily trying to use those game feelings as raw ma terial for an art." Marise was laughing outrageously by tlie lime he had finished, partly at Mr. Livingstone's scandalised ex pression. She was ashamed of the way she laughed over Mr. Critten den's teasing of poor unconscious Mr. Livingstone. "Vou don’t understand. Crittenden, you don’t get my point at all. There's something — something—" Living stone brought It out with a remnant of tlie provincial self-consciousness before fine phrases which he so de plored, "there's something godlike, divine, in being an artist, creating something." Mr. Crittenden moved from his neg ligent pose, ^tightened lip a little. "Oh. if you mean by 'artist' a class broad enough to take in everybody who creates something, yes. of course, they're the only ones who really live. That's what most of us are trying to get a chance to do, trying to create a little order out of chaos. But that’s pretty nearly the whole ant-heap of the human race, isn't It? Except the leisure classes." Mr. Livingstone was in despair of making the Philistine understand. "It's something we have so little of In America It's hard for an Ameri can to recognize its existence," he murmured to the company in exten uation of his compatriot’s denseness. Mr. Crittenden sat up straighter. "I used to m ike my living buying and selling lumber in the New England states." he said, addressing himself, for Once to the company, "and on one of my trips I met a man in a narrow mountain valley up there who was a creator if there ever was one. He had started life as a mechanic, left school and went to work at 16, In a shop filled with soulless cogs and holts and screws and springs And his creative Instinct r> «* up and seized on those things as the appoint ed raw stuff for his creation. \Yhen I saw him he was the head of one of the biggest metal working factories In the country, a good many rundrod men working for him. and'devoted to him. turning our tools that have sim plified the tasks of mechanics the world around. I never saw a hap pier man. I never saw a human life more completely fulfilled Yes, you're right, Livingstone The creators are the enviable ones " "That wasn't In the least what I said, or meant!" protested Mr. Living stone warmly. "It happens to he fresh in my mind," said Mr. Crittenden, half apologizing for his unusual loquacity, "because today, walking on the Due Maceill. I happened to see a case of his tools, and outside, just glued to the window, a young Italian me chanic, gazing in at them, his face on fire with his admiration and ap preciation. Quite a long way. isn't it, for a Yankee creator to reach out a helpful and stimulating hand? But he's a first rater, of course, a genius. The rest of us can't hope to do that." I-ater. as they all went down the stairs together. Marise asked him, "But there isn't anything ... is Is there? . . . that the rest of us, not creative gmiuces, can hope to do that's creative?" She had not the faintest idea what lie could find to answer. She her .“•If could conceive of no answer possible. With h 11 the intelligent peo ple she had ever known it had l*»cn axiomatic that there was no answer. He did not speak at once. She had noticed# that he often took time to reflect seriously on what you had said before he replied. Marise had never seen any one before who seem ed to give so much more care to understanding what you said than to concocting something that would sound well to say in answer. Thor* were times when, incredible as it* seemed. Mr. Crittenden seemed really to use language to express what he nuant rather than to attain his ends She waited now. and as she waited she was aware of the erectness and vigor of the tall body stepping be side her. In the corridor be halted for a moment, facing her. his head bent thoughtfully, his eyes shadowed by bis broad brow, his hand, that powerful athlete's hand of his, medi tatively over his mouth as he consid ered. He had given her question a good deal of thought, and yet when he took his hand down to speak he said abruptly, impulsively, as though the words had broken up through what he had been meaning to say. “Couldn't we . . . any of us . . . couldn't we hope to create a beautiful human relationship? Beautiful and endur ing?" 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