The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, May 28, 1940, Page 6, Image 6

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    Tuesday, May 28, 1940
College plans breakfast
The Bizad college has planned
a reunion breakfast, primarily for
graduates of the college, for June
9, at 9:30 a. m. in the Union ball
room. Tickets will be on sale in
Social Science 301 between June
5th and 8th. Seniors are invited.
THE DAILY NEBRASKAN
War-
(Continued from page 5.)
guessed what had happened. Any
way inside of an hour there were
about five hundred planes out
looking for them. Instead of
heading toward France or England
like the Nazis expected they
headed toward the Mediteranean
planning on getting to Egypt, but
they ran out of gas somewhere
over the water and had to put her
down.
Lucky dogs!
They sure had luck. A mii.e
sweeper came along and picked
them up. I'll be those sea hogs
about fainted when they saw Mr.
Hitler all tied up like a Christmas
package." Dutch laughed.
"Yea, I'll bet they did, but
where does it get us?" Piere said
ruefully. "We're still fighting this
damn war, ain't we? War's like
this don't end just because one
bigshot is put out of the way.
When you get the whole world
fighting, nobody can stop it just
like that." Piere snapped his
finger.
"You know, I been sitting here
thinking,' Frank said. "When we
go up to the front tomorrow I
wonder how many of us will know
why we're still blasting hell out of
them Nazis. It can't be Hitler be
cause he's out of the picture. It
mighta been at one time, but now
it's more than one man or one
country. . It's just plain interna
tional dumbness. We're just too
stupid to quit."
"Maybe you're right," Pierre
said.
"Sure I am. We're all dumb for
fighting." He filled his glass again
and then added, "What time do we
pull out for the front?"
Third sister
(Continued from page 5.)
timidly at two women who were
entering as she left.
"Sonnets from the Portuguese
indeed!" sniffed the librarian to
the two women. "You'd think Alice
Brandenberg had more sense!"
But Alice Brancenberg was out
in the clear, still night again. A
few more people were downtown
now that the supper hour was over
and the theater had opened. She
lingered long before the window of
a department store on the corner.
"That piece of percale would
make a pretty house dress," she
thought, "And pink buttons, for
the collar." She heard a burst of
laughter behind her, and turning,
saw Ann Bennett and Jimmy Con
nors crossing the street toward
the theater. Ann was laughing at
something Jimmy had said. Her
hand was drawn thru his arm; she
wore no hat altho the night was
cold. It was just a glimpse that
Alice had of them; the girl small,
eager, the boy young and laughing.
'Alice suddenly felt old. She turned
from the window and limped down
the street.
It's no use.
In her room again, Alice re
moved her hat, her coat, attempted
suddenly to fluff out her drab hair.
Jt was no use. She was indeed old.
At thirty-five she looked to be
fifty. She took down her thick
brown hair, putting the heavy hair
pins carefully into a pink porce
lain box on her dresser. Sitting
n the window ledge, she began
slowry to brush her hair. One, two,
three, four... rhythmically, mo
notonously, she drew the brush
through her hair as she counted.
Then the thoughts began to come,
the thoughts she had held off all
day, all week, for years it seemed.
'Almost wearily they came In a
bleak procession. Frustrated, si
lent, lame, she would live possibly
thirty years more before she could
die. Oh, God. Thirty years of
brushing her hair before a pale
oblong window looking out into a
deserted street. She knew all the
arguments for living, all against
dying, but it came to her now that
there was no reason to live.
Alice got up, then, and put away
her brush. Mechanically she went
into the bathroom. Iodine spilled
as she took it, staining the porce
lain sink. She wiped it carefully,
rinsed out the wash cloth and
hung it on the towel rack. Then
she limped back into her bedroom
and shut the door.
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