THE NEBRASKAN
Tuesday, March 19, 1946
EDITORIAL
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Art for Us
This is the time of year when by exerting themselves
enough to walk over to Morrill Hall, University of Nebraska
students can view an exhibit of paintings and sculpture
which surpass anything to be seen today fo any amount
of money in New York, Chicago or Pans. It is the titty
sixth annual exhibit of the Nebraska Art association which
is free to all university students.
Nationally known as one of the finest annual exhibits
in the country, the display again this year includes out
standing examples of contemporary American art. In ad
dition, this year's show includes one room of European
work-
Too many students, with the exception of those who
are studying in some field of the fine arts, spell art with a
capital A and ignore anything in that category as out of
their line of interests. They fail to realize that one does not
have to be an artist to enjoy looking at a beautiful picture
or a fine piece of sculpture.
Far be it from us to preach that every college student
should have a thorough knowledge of the fine arts to grad
uate or to make a living out in the world. Rather we feel
that too few students realize the enjoyment they can have
by spending some time in the Morrill Hall galleries. In as
varied an exhibit as the current one there is something to
appeal to every person who attends. It may be something
to make the onlooker chuckle or to provide a moment's ap
preciation of sheer beauty, but whatever it is, a new ex
perience in some form awaits every student who sets his
path toward the third floor of Morrill Hall.
.An art exhibit, however, is not something which can
be gulped down in one half hour of rapid scanning. It re
quires digestion in at least two or three visits. As a rule
the visitor will become conscious of things on his second
visit which he did not even see on the first trip.
The annual exhibit is one of those extras which college
students are privileged to enjoy. It is one of the rare op
portunities which will be repeated less often after gradua
tion, and which contribute something to living that cannot
be gotten out of books or association with fellow students.
It is worth the sacrifice of coking time.
Jul (fak. Qotl
i2ij Ylfjarlhelta J4olcoml)
La semana infierna is receiving its attention
these days in low whispers, what with decrees
expressly forbidding rough treatment of student
men and women. Though some underclassmen de
veloped a sudden aversion to razors, afternoon
cokes, hard chairs, cigarettes, combs, and such
trifles, no undue emphasis should be laid thereon.
Such self-discipline is a rare and commendable
attribute of the Nebraska student body.
No more boys standing on street corners eating
hot-dogs at nine in the morning... no yells and
school songs outside classroom windows ... no pleat
ed skirts fluttering ui the breezc.no howls of
agony from fenced-in spectators or disappointed
wails from shut out would-be spectators ... no
more early morning root beers in the dime store
. . . the state basketball tourney is over, and we
no longer confuse the freshmen with the basket
ball teams.
Most entertaining: phenomena on the campus is
not the Ginsburg- legend and how it grew, but the
self-contained and mutually exclusive class known
as the smokers. Many who were never afflicted
with the ailment warned against it in treatises
handed us on street corners and busses fall victim
soon after leaving- mother's protective apron
strings. First symptom is heard toward the end of the
first six weeks of the freshman year: "Hand me
a cigarette, I'm just dying for one, I thought that
class would never be over." Whereupon the fair
damsel's charming companion yanks a bedraggled
pack from the bottom of a crammed bag, gazes
ruefully at the bits of Kleenex attached to the
edges, and offers a limp fag. Carefully, so as not
to smear her lipstick, she inserts it between car-
mined lips and holds a match in close proximity
to the end, singeing only a few lashes. Still more
carefully, lest she get any nicotine-laden smoke
into her lugs, she takes a few quick puffs, spitting
quick bursts of carbon-dioxide between times, and
stamps it on the virgin floor. Satisfied that she
has convinced all spectators that she's a really so
phisticated chick, away she sails to the next class.
Don't presume for a moment, however, that she's
alone on this experimental trip from the land of
naivete. It's just that she's a bit later than her
buddy, who started lighting up behind the garage
when he was still in Junior high. Now that he's
a university man he can play around in public,
and it isn't nearly so much fun. Imagine the blow
to his prestige, gained through possession of. a,
classy lighter when, as frequently happens, he ig
nites the cork end.
By the next fall she's learned to Inhale, and from
then on it's a race for existence. Though more
firemen die from smoke in their lungs than are
killed by flames, she goes blithely along spilling
words and fumes intermittently, caring little if her
companion gags, chokes, or suffocates. No atmo
sphere which isn't blue and hazy seems worthy of
her presence. Strange that smoking and brushing
her teeth, smoking and eating, smoking and talk
ing, smoking and dressing, smoking and dancing
seem naturally paired in her mind.
"Got a fag, bag?" and "Something new has been
added," are commonly accepted forms of expres
sion, and ash trays have become a household in
stitution. No fellow expects to look collegiate with
out a fog for veiling.
Indian smoke signals weren't nearly as mean
ingful and filled with expression, impression and
connotation as the simple act of lighting and smok
ing a cigarette. Remember the furor on campuses
across the nation when Paul Ilenreid worked them
two at a time, splitting the proceeds with Bette
Davis In "Now, Voyager." Or the flood of Little
Caesar's imitators who scorched their fingers be
fore perfecting- that palming technique, not to men
tion the blistered lips received by the Iloagy Car
michael fans. AH in all its seems futile, useless,
inane, a mere mechanical habit pattern, and . in
excusable. Close of the lacture period. Has anyone got a
match?
Grapevine reports have been reaching our ears
again. Seems the navy department slipped, up
somewhere along the line. -By mistake they sent
down a very human officer. Any two-striper who
takes the time to explain the right way to knot
a tie instead of handing out demerits wholesale is
good for our money any day. But then, everyone
is loosening up a bit, that 100 mark isn't the goal
they've been hoping to make.
There's a never ending source of amusement
when class gets dull, or so the older girls have
told us. All you need do is switch position so that
you can watch the presumably eager-beavers tak
ing notes from the professor's words of wisdom.
Percentages vary, but the majority is usually found
to be writing the daily letter home, studying for
the zoology session next hour, or making out the
tentative week-end calendar. That doesn't include
the doodlers, sketchers, and caricaturists, who are
naturally in the minority, as artistic ability is rare.
Then there are those whose ambition is closer to
the fundamentals of life. They sleep.
WjcOwl (Mambu, QIiiwasl TfttAAboJiaAif, (BdLw&A.
BY ROSE MARIE OSBORNE.
Though six months in Weibsien
concentration camp left her weak
ened and ill, Miss Marie Adams,
Chinese missionary visiting on the
campus at the Methodist Student
house, believes that the Japanese
people suffered more under their
own government than the Ameri
cans who were captured by them.
Miss Adams, who avers a firm
faith in the innate goodness of
the Japanese, feels that the mili
tarists made it impossible for the
Japanese people as a whole to
have any influence on their gov
ernment. Revenge.
The revenge and hatred for the
Americans felt by their deposed
leaders, is not reflected in the
minds and hearts of the common
people, Miss Adams said.
During the war Miss Adams
was under Japanese domination
for 22 months, the last six of
which were spent at Weibsien
six months of a half-rotten po
tato diet, with no fruit, eggs, milk
or butter. Repatriated, she was
brought to America in 1944 on the
Gripsholm, that "good old boat
that brought so many prisoners
home." She plans to return next
sunmer.
DePauw Graduate.
The Methodist missionary grad
uated from DePauw University in
Indiana, and did graduate work
at the universities of Chicago,
Boston and Columbia. As a pre
lude to her "work, she had one
year's training in China, in the
language, history, art and philos
ophy of the country.
"When I get to heaven, the first
thing I'm going to do is ask why
I was given the inspiration, when
seven years old, to be a Chinese
missionary. Miss Mane Adams,
Methodist missionary to China
for the past thirty years, said
Saturday. Miss Adams told of
how, on the way home from Sun
day school a month before her
seventh birthday,-she was seized
with the desire to be a missionary
to China. Even though, at the
time, she did not know what this
meant, she remembered her de
sire and, after finishing college,
carried it out.
Peiping School.
In addition to teaching religious
education in the Methodist Girls
High in Peiping (pronounce the
first "p" like "b"), Miss Adams
writes for the National Christian
Council which distributes relig
ious literature to young people
throughout China. The education
al system in China is patterned
after the American system.
Doing all her -work in Chinese,
Miss Adams tells of an interesting
experience she had when she first
arrived in China thirty years ago.
In Chinese one word may have
several meanings depending on
the inflection used. Thus the word
shia (pronounced "sure") can
mean either tomato, lice, yes, or
of course. Miss Adams informed
her cook that shia soup would be
on the menu for dinner. After a
little thought, the Chinese cook
decided that Miss Adams was
joking when she asked for lice
soup, and made tomato soup instead.
Broady . . .
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at that level." The range of the
correspondentce courses available
is very wide; this fact is corrobo
rated by the nearly 3,000 ele
mentary and secondary students
within Nebraska and numerous
advanced students enrolled for
courses up through the college
level.
The large number of students
who are constantly sending in
their lessons for correction and
recording necessitates machinery
of some kind to speed the orderly
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return of their work. The student,
when he finishes his lesson, places
his work in an envelope with his
name and course number of the
outside. When it reaches the of
fice, it is sorted from the others
in the large daily mail and is sent
to one of the faculty members for
correction.
The people of the state certainly
owe a vote of gratitude to Dr.
Broady and his assistant directors,
Wesles C. Meierhenry, Merle A.
Stoneman, Norman F. Thorpe and
David B. McCully, secretary of the
Bureau of audio-visual instruc
tion, as well as their assistants, for
"helping to bring the university to
the people of the state."
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