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I THE DAILY NEBRASKAN Thursday, March 21, 1940 Article Contributions from the student body. me M V It's sauce for the gander By Art Adams. an assignment. Most of the time, hour rvimthv looking more beau- toward me as ever. George is the most ineffectual he did just exactly what he felt tiful than ever, suggested coffee- to bring up his pet tneories ior ran that over lived, but he stole like doing, and he even stopped and I wasn't a bit worried. I discussion whenever we v. ere w my girl. He even did more than that if it got too strenuous. that last night an' it didn't work. I've got to work hard and keep it up, because well I've got to be practical. I've got to take care of He continued mv wife ri&ht'" "Wife? You're not married?" "No, but I'm going to be some day. Now come on, tell me how to work.' tJiat But he liked the strangest The first time I saw him he was things. Always, he had a couple loping across the campus carrying of books under his arm. They were an armful of books. His airdale odd, ancient books like Aristotle brush of blond hair, the horn- and St. Augustine and Herodotus 11.-1 - 1 LAllUf A rimmed glasses, and his sicnaer " something bright, and trying mm reaa- . .... thought she'd get him figured out gether. What could I do? Well I the way I had-a nice guy with decided to revel in my own self plenty of brains and no push. But pity and be friendly. There's noth she didn't like telling yourself that you're It took ua four hours to 'drink noble, when you're really aching my way was jg and asking. me that coffee, and I spent the time to strangle someone. to tell him how to live. He looked , , . . , . ... T , . more serious than I'd ever seen looking nonchalant, wishing I could . , ,ntroduction. him. and I was ridinc on the wave Boy, I went for that hook, line, and sinker. Here was a smart student telling me that he thought About two weeks after the fatal of hia flattery, so away we went. A i !. 1 - 10 act jme an uncie. introduction, George came up to He took her away from me my room in the middle of the night Effort and efficiency. about day-by-day build combined to make him look reading. I've even seen like the original mad genius. After ing the Koran. If it had been any- . aha aIra Via .y i i! -I VtmrA Kaon on ut T oaa him oarli rinv viic cietr, wuuiu nav ivcit w -- --- t i.ij i.: 1 u"u l" " .t!v,1,.,. ....... rioht ,m.lr nw nnl What ronlrf h .nl,l,lnt sleen when ordinary . "'u " wul . .y-uy-uay when mv history class let out. He exniuiuum&i, uui wim uw.6c i..c - j - - - schedules, spaced-study methods, taste was natural. Me naa a reai a uu ; uiu iki mm ..anj 1.1 . v uu. 1C ..w .v.. ana 0Veriearning. i praisea wm- love for the books, so he read I thought about that. The devil worried about something, so I put power, and effort and efficiency. . . . . i ji- - a aJ niiiA.J T Avrilo i Iimir iv r c?f r no nirl tn or it was mat ne was so compieieiy on tne Dig Droiner aci, nu iutu .....v ...w., v... o unconscious of what he was do- myself all the more. Just like a In his native simplicity- I don't ing Could ne help it if he fascj. niaidcn aunt, I asked him what the know how he managed to keep it nated girl? lt wag impossible trouble was. -he saw no reason Tor not doing to blame him T just watched my just as he pleased. He had a costly dreams fiy away anj tried to look Well, we finally met when the taste for Benedictine an oily as tho i di(Jn-t tnink s),e was such a prize after all. would come dashing down the hall with a squirrclly look in his eyes. He never seemed to see anyone, but he looked like one of those rugged individuals who've really got something on the ball, so I was curious. second semester came up. He was golden liqueur that Is as expensive in ny history 109. I took a seat as sin. But would he drink beer? near him and looked him over, No! He went without meals to and the first thing he did was to save money for the precious stuff, pick a fight with me. He thought it was worth it. Progress of Christians. A njce guy Prof. Anderson asked me to out- r,.,, h. nir- .. lnt(1 our busy little heads off trying to get someplace how we set up goals: good grades, money, or maybe a wife. "Joe, remember that girl you in- He sat there and took it all in. troduced me to?" he said. "Well, He began to talk when mv ciu Im in love with her." spirit cooled off. and I sud- denly realized that my stock in That wasn't news to me. I knew Love Incorporated had fallen to that the first time they looked at each other. But I was curious, so zero. He had really gotten ambi tion from somewhere! I had to gasp when he outlined some of the things he wanted to accomplish. When he finally left, there was Just the beginning. That was iust the beginning. From that time on, I didn't see I nodded, "So what?" Dorothy for days. My friends made "Vell look, Joe, don't laugh at it thnir Vtnoinaca in Vffn ni in. ma hut T'vo rierided I've T0t to formed. I should have killed them, start working harder. I'ye got to J happ V fjljlred look on hs face .... nK.nm.r fsw iho future You "T'a 1 Ieit line at. i ci er witn his estine because you could trust George and Dorothy went to the ; , ;;,., iii. first convert. But I knew mv troos . T ..i .L. 1 Know all nuuui, riiimt j " " , , -1 in western Europe, and I did tne him j got tQ likjng him a ot Hia junlor pr0m. George and Dorothy nower an(i stuff, so I want you to was cooked. George is smart, he's iv. i i - r net . . ...... (rnt n orw-il Vttoin anI Va Vtw4 Dest i couia. Aiy anhwci s jui complete lack of ambition and his went to this, George and iKrotny tell me about it." what any woud-be historian s interest in everything made us all went to that they went every- like him even my girl. where. And all the time I kept . , . . ... getting madder and madder, not LS7lKflUJ DIIU A. i I (1 . - '"III line the progress of Christianity should be an attempt to give a reasonable account without talking down the church too much. Then all of a sudden George popped up. "Mr. Harris," he said, "it's be got a good brain, and he had sud denly turned into a dynamo. Hew could I have been so dumb as to help him put me out of the run ning for good? that about each other since high school, and as far as I'm con cerned she's everything that a girl at them but at myself. Here I work like a Finnish soldier. I get cause of people like you that we ought to be but George saw us have so much superstition in the studyinp ln lne library together. world today. You know as well as I do that the church is one of the rottenest organizations conceiv able. . ." Boy, he really had a grudge! Be for the prof got him quiet, the church and I wore both ruined. 1 felt as though I had been slapped for having both hands in the jam jar, so I mumbled an apology that was meant to be sarcastic for dar ing to have an opinion at all. George shut up and glared at me as if I had broken a crucifix over his head, and the class tittered. I introduced tTirm. George sat down and started talking and there we were. After about an Original grind. Flattery? Well, I'll say I was flattered. I'm the original grind and everybody knows it; but here was a e-uy who had actually big circles under my eyes, and noticed that I got a lot done even what happens? A guy who doesn't " do lose my women. know what tne worn worn means 4.Qh j sajdi "there reauy isn t derson just gaped when George comes along and swipes the only rnucii to it. You just sit down and talked. Like a fool, I kept on mak girl in the woild. work." . ing suggestions whenever he asked ff)r thpm r.PDV O Tiro a Q3 KorMi "The devil of it is, Joe, I tried &g & kjJ ftt h- a7d i had He was a bear. From that night on, he was a bear. He had every answer so well taKen care of that even Prof. An- George was just as unrestrained He had his cake but didnt eat other men saw only insignificant, than ever that I am madly in love evervday actions. And he knew with him...." This one line he h i v,intr uhon h sau.' it he saw. but did it not speak volumes? tie-rack until at last ne ouna me experienced in affairs of the "Madly in love" . . . lt Wall. No, Flavia had never told Mark that she loved him, but her actions By Gordon Jones. Carefully Mark looked thru the foulard with the red dots. It matched his grey suit perfectly in I got mad. His outburst made me mad. After all I haven't been in this knowledge factory all these years for nothing. I built up a lot of good angles before the class was excused with an idea of tearing into the smart boy. The funny thing was that George came over to me after class and started his tirade all over again. I puffed up like a pigeon with the hives, and then something stopped me. George was talking with the most straightfor ward and simple manner imag inable. It just didn't seem right to hurt his feelings. Those big blue eyes of his were too sincere; they made me ashamed of myself, so I suggested that we continue our argument over coffee, and we did. Well, that was George. He was himself all over. There wasn't a bit of front about him. If he wanted to talk, he talked. If he felt like sleeping, he slept. He had his own ideas about everything good ones usually and he was al ways ready to back them to the limit. Ideal on education. Take, for instance, his ideas on education. Nobody knows why he came to school, because he was positive that lt was a waste of time. And It was, for him. The only time he attended classes was when he was sleepy, and he shud- deied at the thought of reading "madly love." It had been inevitable. Poor girl. Mark guided his car around a corner and noted familiar houses. much farther to easant business will soon be over, he retleciea. Flavia loved him and he did not and surveyed himself in he mir- t7iVhng mTtUrs that she revealed dTd nTt ha n ror It would do he deeded what was in her mind-the way " Wei! thig Unp" The task that lay ahead of him h l(K)k his hand when 8ne lntro. J was not an easy one; so the at- ... . rYt , ,,..,, th uav 1 . . mosphere had to be proper, as well , . 'wVrd he ni r and he mu tc U her now as fitting. Things would have to t , down fn her monla, eJmn,J Jecome any more in- po off smoothly, as they do in the notpP the flht u d nim be ore th "ome any nv neater 10 put u omnuy u.r to ,k abmjt mmsclf and flat. hef time had '"aMto reak tmJ him Mafk had geen tnese PBettfr his th than off with Hav.a She was a xery symp,oni8 Mon and he had seen l0 cany on a deception and In the nice 5111, mwaiuvr, thcm w flnd proW uniU escape cnd on make lhe wound deeper- became most difficult and em- Turning into the driveway of barrassing. Flavia's home, Mark resolved to Satisfaction. but be as tactful as possible to pro ceed with caution and compassion. He would take her two hands in his, look her earnestly In the face, and He heard a distant buzz as he pushed the button by the doorway. He hoped that he would find Flavia alone. Just a little hasty. The door opened, and before difficult and em A handsome devil. Mark straightened the handker chief in his breastpocket, flicked Rut he had to admit that there a bit of dust from his trousers, waa a certain satisfaction in the and had another look at himself in conquest in knowing that one the mirror. He was a handsome nad captured a human heart. And devil; there was no getting around that was just what he had done, he that. Blond, wavy hair, a high, in- rnused. There was that night on telligent forehead; keen grey eyes; the bench, for instance. Mark and strong masculine features. Small Flavia had been to a dance and wonder the women found him ir- they had driven out along the resistible. Small wonder Flavia shore to watch the restless tide had fallen in love with him. Still with the moon playing on it. Both him stood Flavia. For the first admiring his reflection, ne tirew cf them had been quite swept away time, ne waa aware or now extra a cigarette from a gold case, non- by the beauty of the scene. And ordinarily beautiful she was. She chalantly tapped the end of his when Mark had kissed her fairly took his breath away. He thumbnail, and struck a match, casually there was a dreamy, experienced quite unexpiainabiy a He blew a cloud of smoke at the faraway look in her eyes, and she vague feeling of regret, and won- looking-glass and went out of the had murmured earnestly, "Please dered whether he was not being a room. don't do that again." "uie nasty. A few minutes later he was di.,.im- ..ni.i:An "Wont you come in?" said speeding down Michigan .venue in . L tw ,"!n . .. his roadster, on his way to Flavia's '"r , IT . ur course, inann you, iavia. home. He felt a keen sense of she would fall in love? That was Taking her hand, he started to satisfaction as he watched the the only Plasble explanation. She iead her down the hall to the li- white pavement slipping away un- hd eared uat she would love and brary. but she hesitated, derneath him. Then, tew, he had that her love would not be re- -Please," he said. "There's time to think the whole matter turned. How well founded her fears something I want to tell you." over and review it in his mind. had, n. Flavia laughed. But the truth of the situation "First you must come into the She loved him. had been clinched in Mark's mind living room. I have a surprise for One thine took form in his brain one day when he had called on you." and bounced back and forth with Flavia and found her writing let- Reluctantly, Mark followed her every jolt of the car: Flavia was ters. She had received him cor- into the living room. A tall, dark in love with him. How did he dially and offered to go into the man was standing by the fire know ? She had never told him in kitchen to ;et him a highball, place. Flavia beamed at him. so many words: that was not While she vaa gone, he had unin- "Edgar, I want you to meet a Flavia's way of doing things. But tentionally glimpsed a small por- very good friend of mine, Mark Mark knew human nature. He Uon of the letter which she had Woods. Mark, this Edgar Thayne, could read people's thoughts whers been writing. 'I know now more my fiance to be happy too; though all the time my stock was going to sub zero. What a mind he had! All it had needed was starting. In class it worked like a Packard motor- smooth and quiet. It's beautiful to watch a brain like that running at full speed. Besides edging me out of my girl, he began to cop all the best grades, and there wasn't anything that I could do. I felt like jumping off something high every time he answered a question in class, because I knew it waa all my fault. Well, one night I was sitting at my desk, vainly trying to think of a good reason for studying. 1 l been wondering how hard it would be to get on a tramp steamer bound for India, and how painful it would be to take arsenic. Then the phone rang! Do you know how it feels to hear a phone ring when you've been waiting for it for weeks ? It was Dorothy. I took the stairs three at a time and shouted ii.to the mouthpiece like an idiot. It was Dorothy! 'Hello, Joe." She said. Her voice sounded like heaven. I stammered out something fool ish and then she said, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages." I was so happy to hear her voice that I sUrted to apologize for not being around; then I got mad all over and blurted out the whole thing. "What do you want me for!" 1 said. "Isn't the mad genius enough for you?" "You mean George?" she laugh ed. "Oh Joe, he's such a drone. All he ever does is study. He lakes himself too seriously you know I can't stand that type." Boy, I gulped and took a big breath. "You mean you're not go ing with him anymore because he works too hard?" "Why, no, Joe, of course not. Why don't you come out and study with me tonight?" And the funny thine Is that we did study most of the time.