Friday, Morch 24, 1956
THE NEBRASKAN
'Golden Arm' Review
Otto Preminger has scored a
mash hit by unraveling the tale
of a hero who gets his heroin and
ends up with "a 40-pound monkey
on his back."
This picture could be a success
on its own merits, but the Johnson
office has added to it s attraction by
stamping its official "NO" on the
film. According to the Production
Code, Director Preminger has pro
drug addiction must never be pre
sented". However, disregarding the
Code, Director Premigner has pro
duced a sordid, but deeply moving
story of a man plagued by drug
addiction.
Frank Sinatra, as Frankie Ma
chine, gives an unforgettable per-
Winter
Autumn having stripped it,
leaves bare air.
And the west wind is but eslampie
with pine lute.
Overt: blue sunshine.
Clos: wet cheek pain.
Janet Whitson
formance as the dealer with "an
arm of pure gold" for a west Side
Chicago poker game. As the pic
ture opens, Frankie returns from
term in prison where, with the
help of doctors and medicine, he
has broken the dope habit.
He returns to his slum neigh
borhood bearing many new resolu
tions to give up the fatal habit
and go to work for a commercial
band playing the drums, an art
which he cultivated during his six
months behind bars.
But our hero is a victim of un
fortunate circumstances. He was
not only plagued with the dope
habit but with a neurotic wife,
Zosh (Eleanor Parker), who con
vincingly bluffs the part of an in
valid in order to hold on to the
man she loves.
While waiting for the big day to
arrive for his audition with a
band he falls by the way side and
takes just one fix to get rid of
the monkey. One fix leads to an
other and before long he is off
again.
Kim Novak, as the blond tramp
who loves Frankie, finally comes
to the rescue. And after a grueling
72 hours of fighting the painful
battle alone in her apartment,
Frankie triumphs over the disease.
Victoriously, he returns home to
tell his wife he is leaving and to
face a phony murder charge. Re
alizing .that she has finally lost
him, Zosh betrays her own guilt
of the murder of the dope peddler,
Louie, and then throws herself
from their tenement fire escape.
For relief from the tortured
fate, Preminger has added a fine
supporting cast headed by Arnold
Stang, as Sparrow, who inject some
needed humor and excellent por
trayals of human character.
Hollywood has turned Nelson
Algren's cruel novel into a some
what milder, but still powerful
movie script. And with the aid of
a surperb cast has produced an
excellent picture, exhausting but
entertaining to see.
Portrait Of The Family
Grandma tried to save the world
from din and perish
hurrying after kites
with only the string
and the sky
'Just a wreck
from music when she elbowed in.
Tor sense,
larger things make
The most, like God and Thunder .
grandfather said,
and learned
no more than my sister
looking up from her book
'in conservatories
They play for plants
But my aunt
She was a gentle soul,
sending
stars wrapped up in bits of sky
in packets like seed
and marked some for sailing
Winter's few.
These for June.
. She always buried our dead
flowers
even the old ones
she couldn't remember falling
from letters and pots
or turning up in albums pressed.
Reading obituary for them
from the sofa
and aloud
or somewhat high
among the chandeliers,
'O Almanac! .
O Almanac!
Richard Hagelberger
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If IT'STDO CROWDEP UP HEPE fORXCU-THtKE"S MOKt ROOM IN BACK
The Tail Of Two Monkeys
Down in southern Africa two black ring-tailed monkey
friends lived in a dense jungle. They both had a pretty easy
time of it when they were little, but one monkey lost his
tail when he was in the seventh grade.
He got along quite well without it, except that he couldn't
swing through the trees as fast as the rest of the monkeys.
His friend, however, was very considerate of him. The
two monkeys remained good friends until they left home and
went to school in an even deeper part of the jungle.
There the monkey with the tail was invited to join MONK,
the most exclusive organization on campus, because of his
long, beautiful tail. He felt sorry for his tailless friend, but, of
course, you had to have a tail to get into the club.
Within two months he was the Number One Man on the
tree-track team and was elected the Ugliest Monkey in the
Jungle. He decided he'd have more fun devoting his time to
extracurricular activities such as annoying boa constrictors
than he would have studying.
Meanwhile his tailless friend studied in all his spare time
and until 11 p.m. every night. The only social activity he joined
was the YMTU, which objected to the use of fermented berry
juice.
He ate a balanced diet and got eight hours of sleep every
night. At the end of the first semester he had the highest
average of all the monkeys in the jungle.
One afternoon the MONK monkey was annoying a boa con
strictor which woke up and swallowed him in one gulp. With his
appetite only whetted, he moved on through the jungle until he
came to the tailless monkey, who was so engrossed in studying
that the boa constrictor had swallowed him before he could say,
"Eclaircissement ! "
MORAL: Trade not tire old friends for the new, but strike a
happy medium in everything you do.
Don Furnas:
'A Horse Laugh'
The Hunters lived in a small
six-story chateau at 181 Peach
Street; everyone thought it a pity,
too, that it couldn't have been
erected at the nation's capitol, but,
as I have many times said: "We
don't always get just what we
want." And, so it w a s sour
grapes.
I shall never forget the day I
met Mr. (and later Mrs.) Hunter.
Mr. Hunter's full name was Hor
ace Hunter, but was known among
his friends as just plain 'Horse!. I
say, "Just plain 'Horse'," but ac
tually he had a lot of sense.
We met one afternoon down at
the track. It seemed that 'Horse'
had had a bit of bad luck that
day. I knew that it must have
been a real ordeal, too, for he was
so worked up that he was foam
ing at the mouth. "What's the mat
ter?" I asked.
-
"Can't you see?" he said. It
was an odd question, I noted. "Oh,
I'm through. I'm through." He
wept bitterly. "I've lost everything
my money, my watch I've lost
my ring I've even lost my car
and don't have a way home."
I snickered to myself : "I'd known
guys to lose more. Later, when I
found out his name, it seemed all
the more asinine. "Do not feel
badly," I consoled. "I've got my
buggy here; I shall drive you
home."
"Very well," he sobbed. "I live
atoneeightyonepeachstreet."
"Where?" I interrogated. He was
weeping most violently now.
"At-one-eight-one-peach," he cor
rected.
"Why, you should live at
nation's capitol," I observed.
"Yes," he replied, "maybe
have better luck betting on
mules." He paused. "Or is it bur
rows they run in Washington?"
"You never know," I said. Then
I began to giggle at what I'd said.
"It's not funny," he cried. Then
he let the matter drop, so I knew
he wasn't irritated.
We drive for hours searching for
the house. It's hard to find a
six-story house these days.
"There! There it is!" he ex
claimed. I pulled the buggy to a halt.
"Now you're home," I said. "How
does it feel?" I knew that be
would say tired
the
I'd
the
"Hanov!" he neizhed.
"Well, I'm glad you're happy,
Horse."
"How do yoa feel?" he asked.
"Out Tof gas," I replied. Then I
was sorry, because I knew how he
must feel.
"Well," said he, "come on in
and meet the missus later on
we'll hit the hay."
"Yes," I said, "I believe I'd
like that." Then we galloped into
the house to meet the family.
"This is my wife Missus Hun
ter," he said.
"Joy," she explained.
Two young children, a girl of
approximately 15 years "of age and
342 pounds of weight and a lad
of barely 16 and 86, huddled be
hind their mother's back.
"And my two children," he con
tinued. "Candy and Allen.
"Alley!" the young lad broke in.
"Alley Hunter!"
The girl said nothing (she was
very sweet.) but the lad as they
say considered himself to be quite
the cat.
"Alley thinks he's a cat," Candy
Hunter said.
"I see." He wasn't kidding any
one though: I knew that his loss
of weight was due to nothing but
plain ole dexidrene.
"Russian roulette?" he queried.
"No," L shot back," I always
lose."
You think the game's crooked,
eh?" was his repartee.
"With you," I fired back. "I'd
hope so." I'd seen his caliber be
fore. "Besides," I continued, "isn't
it about your bed-time?"
"My friends call me Al, too." Ha
got me that time.
"Oh!" I gasped disgustedly.
"No Oo-ooo," he screeched.
"Quite an Al," I thought.
And so it went until poor Horsa
and Candy Hunter retired to their
respective stall and shelf. I was
hoping for Alley to soon find the
back door, but he kept insisting
upon his silly little games.
"O.K," I said finally, "I'll play
one game of black jack."
"You're a sport after all!" the
youngster cried. Then he ran out'of
doors to look for one.
I waited a long while for him to
return I was beginning to wonder
if I were right baout the dexidrene.
Finally, Joy said: "Lock the door,
Mr. Rodwell, it's time for bed."
Two
An orange obicular frozen
Just frozen
Stood there for Its moment
Moving only on the river evening
The silence of songless
Yellow crusted clouds came
Its pressing of Icy air
Made by lips cold
Wally Simpson
Up Popped Wisdom
In little batches, simply planned,
Skillfully executed, wisdom pops up.
Out of the tribulations (scores of silly troubles)
Authority gongs a chime, mitey stroke of genius.
For instance, mid morning; then at noon;
Again near five, all worries are forgotten.
The chimes, at last; doors slam, labs are empty,
Lots forsaken fast. Simply (a shrug) a coffee
Break, lunch time, End of Day and Spring Vacation
Optimistic R'chard
Purity
Perceive the innocence
of a lily pistil,
And the broken placenta.
Know then
Annunciation.
Janet Whitson.
Nightsong
X A.M.
down the alley,
stumbling as first snow
The moths too whirl out:
Their swarm
fits, swirls like confetti
around the light.
Upsado
This sidewalk Is not even
nor my Tenor:
loves ms,
my soul to keep,
loves me not ...
Oh she
jumped in bed
'n covered up
O
ring around,
OhhhGod,
my head
again-jog.
Richard Hagelberger
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