Yes. Camels are SO MILD that in a coast-to-coast test of h{mdreds of men and women who smoked Camelsand only Camels-for 30 consecutive days, noted throat specialists, making weekly examinations, reported NOT ONE SINGLE CASE OF THROAT IRRITATION due to smoking CAMELSl
THOMASHALL in commemoration of the invaluable service of James Thomas, Jr. as president of the Board of Trustees of Richmond College 1880-82, and of his generous and timely gifts this building bears his name.
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BLUESTOCKING
By FAR AND LARGE the most fabulous Cinderella story of the year is the excellent Broadway reception of Barrie's delightful fantasy Pet er Pan. First nighters and critics alike were dubious, but Jean Arthur as Peter Pan had no sooner flown in the nursery window to fetch the three darling children off to "never-never land," amid fairies and pirates, than the audience was won, heart and soul. Six of the eight aisle sitters were charmed into the superlative and even the Times' begrudging Mr. Atkinson was delighted with ,the make-believe, appreciating the absence of obvious "cuteness." Tinker Bell, the fairy, is created imaginatively by a thousand dancing lights and the silver tinkle of a bell. Bogeyman Boris Karloff strikes exciting and delicious terror as the bloodthirsty Captain Hook. He doubles as Mr. Darling also. But top honors go to Miss Arthur who in her Broadway return whimsically creates a genuine, thoroughly credible and utterly lovable Peter Pan that competes with Maude Adams' famous portrayal of the part. The high point of the play comes when Peter Pan (you completely forget Miss Arthur) comes ro the forefront of the stage and implores, "Children, do you believe in fairies?" And the children, from seven to seventy, realizing that only an affirmative answer can save the life of the fairy Tinker Bell, scream, "Yes!" Apparently that most beloved of fantasies concerning the little boy that never grew up will never grow old.
The Rialto bu zzed with surprised excitement when it was finally anounced that not Carson McCullers' A M ember of the Wedding, not Eliot's The Cocktttil Party , ,two of the likeliest candidates, but South Pacific had won the Pulitzer Prize in drama for 1949. It is the second musical to have copped the prize, the precedent having been set by Of Th ee I Sing. Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammersitein, creat o rs of the wonder show, are reported to be hard in the middle of Anna and the King of Siam , their new musical.
Menotti's musical drama The Consul still continues to rate praise. Patricia Neway, new American-born soprano , and Marie Powers, who also played in Menotti's former musical drama, The Medium , add immeasurably to the tense story
Joan of Arc once more invades the •theater, this time in student-opera, arena style! Norman Delio
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Juio's The Triumph of Joan had its unveiling th is month at Sarah Lawrence College where six student-acted performances will be given. T he mul ,ti-level stage sets, the choreography, lightin g, all were executed by the Sarah Lawrence studen ts with the composer, revising as he went, coaching soloists and chorus. The complete performan ce represents the work of some eighty-five studen ts. No doubt Joan will go to Broadway again ne xt fall.
The hitherto small select wterie of Vival di, early seventeenth century Italian composer w ho had great influence over J. S. Bach, was delight ed this month when critics and audience alike ecstatically "discovered" this much neglected virtuo so. Enthusiastic ovations came as the result of two of Vivaldi Programs given at Town Hall and nea dy titled " A Vivaldi Festival." Distinguished by a beautifully balanced clarity and conciseness of style, this early innovator of the symphonic fo rm is now high on the list of the avant-goud.
The disc manufactory goes long-hair, and Dec ca, once all be-bop and Dinah Shore, now announ ces that besides The Cocktail Party, it now has T he Consul and Death of a Sal esman on records. Th ese albums, by the original casts, will be released sometime next month.
Margaret Chute is being greatly lauded for her new book Shakespeare in London, that pays much attention to the playwright as an actor and wh ich approaches the subject with an appraisal of the bard's workshop techniques. Also esteemed by drama lovers is the finally completed and mo numental tome of Alardyce Nichall, World Dr ama From Aeschylus to Arouilh, reputedly one of the most comprehensive theater histories yet to app ear.
-BETTY CATHER UNIVERSITYMESSENGER
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MATIER AND IMPERTINENCY MIXED
infinity is an egg yolk
... "Entirely conceivable that there exists a fourdimensional space-time continuum" . ..
The sodden paper napkin smudged with carelessly flicked cigarette ashes, mashed down in the middle of the table. Paper napkin soaked with bourbon. Reminder that bourbon relaxes the reflexes as well as ,the thought processes. I feel as if I'm sinking back and back into the last dim rim of consciousness, and Bill and Joe and Fran and the rest of the people herded into this sordid room are nebulous organisms behind masses of plateglass window. But that one conscious cell in me that bourbon can't touch is watching them with detachment that thick gray smoke and the rumble of drums and talking mixed cannot destroy. They are blurred because my glasses are in my pocket and I am peering myopically at them .
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. "But Joe, Kant and the Newtonian physics are both obsolete in the light of the Einsteinian theory. Curved space" ...
Stagnation of a close room. The smoke cutting into my eyes, and my throat is scratched with too much smoking. I have measured out my life with cigarette butts. Apologies to the esoteric Mr. Eliot. But finally I understand that line. A bang and a whimper. Drums banging. Saxes whimpering. Tensions in the drums somehow negating the tension in my mind and body. But saxes don't whimper, they writhe. Writhe in chromatic agony. A good phrase for a theme. Must remember that next week.
· "But in finite but unbounded space one can start in one direction, fold back on his path, tmd still arrive at the same point. Completely possible. Besides, I can prove mathematically that" ...
Oh, the absurdity of that statement. Senseless. Joe and Bill sitting there arguing for the last fifteen minutes. Not even aware of Fran and me. And Fran sitting there with frown lines between her eyes, trying to think of an intelligent question to ask. Oh, this curse of age, this display of superficial knowledge made plausible by a word or phrase stolen from someone's conversation. While Joe and Bill are little boys intent on learning fractions, then calculus and then the geometrics of curved space. Men of tomorrow with their cleancut profiles. Little exponents of the atomic age,
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impeccably clad in Brooks Brothers gray flannels and regimental ties.
"Time and space exist in the mind only; not out of the mind"
Franny wears proudness on her face because our little men are sitting in a dive discussing infinity. Trying to beat the game when they don't even know the rules. Trying to pin down infinity. Trying to say that just ,this or that is the cosmos. Whil e two faceless people are contorting their limbs in a snake dance on that pocket handkerchief of a danc e floor and sex is as thick on the air as the taste o f bourbon is in my mouth. The disgust of a roomfu l of people drinking up the evening until it is time to go out and synthesize cheap love on the back seat of a '49 Buick.
... "That's dodging behind a theory that denie s things-in-themselves merely because it doesn't hav e a criterion for reality"
Reality. The smell of a close room, of cigarette s and whiskey and perfume and that human smell of too many people too close together. Reali'ty. Th e surge of voices and a tinny piano that is a puls e beat under the mechanical hands of the Negro wit h the shining forehead who thumps it tirelessly. An d Joe wants a criterion for reality wh,en the wall is unmistakably painted in broad red and whi te stripes and the ice in the bowl has melted and is only water now.
. .. "Something outside infinity? Ridiculou s. Add one, subtract one. You have infinity. Add a series, subtract a series. Still infinity. Mathema tically" ...
If he says he can prove it again, I'll scream. I' ve touched him on the arm and he doesn't even feel it. They can't know what they' re arguing about. Th ey can't even feel the impact of it. The arrogance of the human mind, trying to make a dent in something so immense that they can't even comprehe nd it. Adding, subtracting one as if infinity were the laundry bill. And the couple across the way are telling each other Little Audrey jokes. I £.eelG odlike laughing at their pettiness.
... "But you can't comprehend the final num ber in an infinite series, much less" ...
Fran's eyebrows are signaling to me. Onl y a twentieth-century co-ed knows what that means,
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that a nose is tragically shiny. And thousands of years from now it won't even be mentioned in commentaries of the era. We'll go into a squalid little room marked ladies on the door where the last occupant has spilled powder on 'the basin that boasts a single long blonde hair slightly curled by a Toni home permanent. Lipstick blotched Kleenex on the floor while the mirror has a long crack in the left-hand corner. And Bill and Joe in another room wrangle over infinity and only the hubbub of the combo masks the faint sound of the flushing stool. ( Her nose isn't that shiny.) Biological functions vie with finite but unbounded space
"You can't comprehend it, add one to it, define it, give it attributes, much less"
And Bill told me that one time in the locker room at the dub he worked out a differential equation on the john wall, having drunk beer all afternoon after morning golf, and later he returned to find it footnoted with obscenities written by others who had drunk beer all afternoon after morning golf. Limericks and equations and a tray full of mashed cigarette butts and infinity. Joe and Bill taut with arguing and the girl in tight black has meaning in an outstretched arm. The first couple moves trancelike to the door. The herd is breaking up into twos that are ones that are nothings in infinity.
... "But the quantum theory disp;oves that last statement"
Must write this down. I'll never remember it tomorrow. Notes 011 infinity taken with an eyebrow pencil on a reservation card slightly damp with liquor. Infinity is round, firm, fully packed and the finiteness of unbounded space is the pause that refreshes. Joe's foot brushes mine and automatically he says, "Excuse me." A social reflex jux'taposed with spatial and temporal considerations, and connotated with a hot jazz number that sends the aborigines of the atomic age rushing out to the floor to perform their tribal dance, while the crooner .wails something about a shoeshine boy. And Fran watches the glitter of her diamond and change jingles in the waiter's pockets.
• • "Granted, it is meaningless outside mathematics. If I had a pencil"
Here, dear, is my eyebrow pencil to write down equations in order to prove that infinity minus one is still infinity. Write it on the back of this Chesterfield wrapper. The pencil is blunt now and can no longer be used to p0int the face after the fashMAY, 1950
ion of the times, but it can be used to juggle infinity mathematically. But Bill, you won't prove anything. Joe doesn't agree. Fran doesn't understand. I didn't listen. The pianist is jazzing Rachmaninoff. The waiter is unobtrusively .fingering the change in his pocket, trying to tell how much he made in tips tonight. The man with the crew cut is wiping lipstick from his mouth with a blue-bordered handkerchief while his peroxided date is stroking the cross around her neck with a vacant air.
"Now look, see-d to the exponent minus x squared in this equation is"
Drums are in crescendo as are human drives and the couples move more quickly toward the door. And once Joe and Bill settle in.fini<ty,we'll dance the Charleston, have another drink, and go to Jake's for eggs sunny side up. You plunge a fork into the thick skin of the yoke and the yellow oozes out over the plate. Finite but unbounded egg yolks that are beneath a mathematician's considerations. But you can't dent infinity with a fork, ever. I must remember to tell Bill. -E. C.
Little Girl: "Daddy, give me a nickel for an ice cream cone."
Father: "Ah, shut up and drink your beer."
If you love me, Like I love you, Then shame on us!
"We'll have to rehearse that," said the undertaker as the coffin fell out of the car.
A big Lincoln-Continental drove up •!10 the curb where the girl was waiting for the bus. A man stuck his head out and said:
"Hello, gorgeous, I'm going west."
"How wonderful!" she said, "bring me back an orange."
"Did
I miss the entree?"
The Business of Liberal Arts
WE HA VE NOW, on our university campus, one of the better Business Schools in the state. This is a most ominous step in the progress of our school. For now it is established that the university has rounded out a foll complement of colleges . It has acquired a college which in recent years, has proven its worth to more than one institution of learning. The enrollment, in business schools all over the country, is on the upgrade. More and more students are seeking the type of specialization offered in the curriculum of the business school. We, of course, realize that specialization means a sacrifice , somewhere along the road, to our broad over -all objective, that of a general comprehensive liberal education .
Far more important people than the author of this article, have 'Warned educators repeatedly that we are sacrificing our cultural knowledge to the great pressing demand of specialized training . Now others argue, and sometimes quite validly, that where are we to draw ,the line between cultural education and specialized education. It seems that in our own school this line is drawn right after a business major ' s sophomore year. At this point in his education , he is a "bona fide " member of the School of Business; and this so-called specialization processing begins. The factors which will contribute greatly to fulfill bhe aims and purposes of this type of education, are a long string of courses which are about two-thirds theory and the other one -third being practical working courses in allied fields.
Well then the question comes up as to what is a student going to do with all those classes in theory? When all of us know that the practical knowledge has been the byword of success in the business field. The answer to this question is prof£ered by one of our own professors associated with the business s~hool and it is this: "If a person understands thoroughly the principles of a theory, then he is apt to find, the actual application of these theories to busines,s problems will be the most expedient solution." Taking this statement at face value , one would say that the purpose of a business school has been accomplished. This of course is well taken when we take into account the fact that besides offering a fine curriculum of business subjects we have , in our business school faculty, a group of young men who are not only excellent
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instructors but also some of the brighter lights in the firmament of their individual fields. The fact that these men are young only enhances one' s chances of receiving the latest in business techniques plus the fact that the student will be kep t abreast of the latest happenings in the busines s world as a whole. In other words the student sha ll see a clear picture of the happenings in, and th e motivations of business itself; not a picture di stor ted by discarded antiquated theories and pra ctices
We have ref erred ·so far in this discussion to , "the purpose of the business school," and yet w e have not defined it. Unfortunately I believe that it will have to remain undefined since it is so difficult to set up boundaries around the different field s of education. After all, all fields of education a re tightly integrated parts of the pattern which is known as liberal education and general knowledg e. One cannot expect the maximum amount of edu cation from any one field of concentration Furthe rmore when one takes to specialized fields of concentration he is bound to be lacking in gener al over-all knowledge For example let us take a loo k at some of the top-flight engineering schools of the country . ,The students at these schools have n o foreign language requirements to meet but are required to have passed six homs of English. N ow these six hours of English are hardly more than an introduction to college English , and yet these m en shall graduate and receive degrees from their r espective schools, and proudly state that they h ave completed their college educations. Now w e kn ow that they are definitely lacking in other than engineering subje cts. And this same dilemma appl ies to our business school on the campus although n ot to such a degree; fortunately we give our stud ents a little more of a foundation in Liberal Arts.
As far as business schools are concerned I believe we have done a good job, but as to equipp ing a man for over-all living we have done a grave injustice to our youth by emphasizing this type tr aining. After all the pattern liberal education is o nly a portion of the greater over-all design for living An ideal plan would be to s,ay that all busin ess majors should attend six years of college. Four years in liberal arts and two in Business School. This plan , of course, is contrary to fact since the (C onti nue d on p age 13 )
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In the Business World
XCORDING TO A STUDY made by the U. S. Department of Labor's Bureau of Labor Statistics the largest single career field open to college graduates is in the management and operations of business firms. The number of graduates from university business courses has risen very rapidly in the past 30 years. In 1920, 1,500 students were granted bachelor's ·and first professional degrees in business administration and commerce. By 1940, there were 19,000 graduates. During the war, enrollment and graduations fell substanrtially, but after the war, the tremendous flow of veterans into business courses was reflected in the record figures of 38,000 graduates in 1948, and more than 60,000 in 1949. Even more will graduate this June.
The great rise in training in business has made collegiate business education the second largest field after teaoher training, placing it ahead of engineering, agriculture, law ; and medicine. What are the employment prospects for these graduates?
Several factors add to the chances of long-range employment for students in this field: the growth of business administration employment, heavy replacement needs expected over the coming years, and increasing use of business administration graduates to fill these jobs.
In all likelihood the total business employment will continue to grow over the long run, causing a moderate increase in the number of executive jobs There will also be a continuation of the trend toward greater specialization and increased complexity in business. This has led to the wider use of such specialized workers as accountants, personnel workers, marker research analysts, and sales executives.
Although there will continue to be severe compe tition for the better jobs which lead to executive positions, the demands for graduates of collegiate business courses are expected to increase in future years
The main source of new job opportunities for g raduates of business school•s will be in the replacement of executives now employed as they retire from business or die. New graduates will not, of course, obtain top positions, but the dropping out of those holding responsible jobs results in promotions within the organizations and vac-ancies in beginning jobs.
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A large proportion of the executives in the higher-ranking administrative and technical jobs in industry are in the upper-age brackets where many leave each year because of death or retirement. This means that a higher percentage thari usual must be replaced during the next 10 to 15 years. Many companies are concerned seriously about this problem and urge colleges to train more students in the field of business administration.
Will graduates of universities in the field of business be hired for executive positions in preference to those trained in liberal arts? Present indications are that a growing proportion of both top-level jobs and specialized operating jobs will go to these business graduates . Educational requirements for business executive positions are being increased, in line with the trend toward higher educational requirements in many other fields of employment. Eventually, degrees from schools of Business Administration may be required for most jobs at the administrative level.
If students are undecided as to what they wish to major in, and have any idea that they are going into the field of business, the chances are ,that it will be easier to secure a job, and hold it, if they have had adequate training in business administration, rather than a general education with a major in one of the arts.
( "Honey, Ah loves yo' bathin ' suit!"
''Sho' nuf ?"
"Sho ' do!"
" Every Heart Vibrates "
One College Prexy On An Iron String ...
WALDO EMERSON SMITHSON was in his office, pursuing his usual quiet-day pastime, when the news came . He had just gotten to his watchword : " Trust thyself; every heart vibrates to that iron string," when the phone began to ring-quite insistently. Waldo frowned-should he interrupt this , his two thousand, three hundred and ninty-ninth reading of " Self Reliance ," to answer the phone? It was at a time like this that Waldo wondered if Emerson wouldn't have approved of a secretary-but his conscience insisted that " Trust thyself" made no mention of such a piece of equipment. Sticking his index finger, long since calloused from turning pages, into the book of Emerson ' s Essays, Waldo grabbed for the phone with his other hand
"Hello-yes, this is Dr. Smithson, the president of Progressive University .. What? Miss Adams? Died this morning? Why, she had been consistently in good health-But, now that I think of it , as Emerson says, ' A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds'-and Abigail Adams surely did not have a little mind-Indeed, no .. What? You think health not to be a foolish consistency? That, sir , is not for us to say. Every man must be his own master, not someone else's-Indeed, no.
. I am most indebted to you, sir, for this information. It. touches me deeply-Indeed, yes. Progressive University will not soon find so capable a sociology professor as Abigail Adams. Indeed, no . -Goodby, sir. "
Waldo replaced the phone and stared blankly at the leather-bound copy of essays.-So Abigail Adams was dead! The one professor who had disputed his, and Emerson ' s ,theory of self-reliance and nonconformity, had died early this morning Not that Waldo had been hypocritical when he had expressed his regrets at Miss Adams' death. For in spite of the fact that she had made a fool of him in every sociology class for the past twenty years , Waldo Smithson felt an undeniable attachment to Abigail Adams.
Even now he dearly remembered his emotions 00. that day twenty years ago when he had realized that he had hired the young woman who had just come to his office. Progressive University was a young school then; it had been the brain child of ,:10
Waldo's father-a school where students -~oul d be imbued with Emerson's theories; to Waldo ha d fallen the honor of being its first president. Several had applied for positions in the Sociology Department; each applicant was a scholar and a philosopher ; each had ( or pretended to have) an undying devotion to Emerson and his essays. The n a young lady had called for an interview. H er education was more than adequate; her referenc es were excellent. But this young lady had look ed him straight in the eye, her own blue eyes sparkli ng with enthusiasm, and said :
"Dr. Smithson , the more I study sociology, the more convinced I am of men's dependence on each other. I try to make my students appreciate the impor.tance of this interdependent society. This is a world for originality-even for a measure of nonconformity-but each student must sense the stupidity of a blind trust in himself. "
Waldo had been sitting in a daze for the past t en minutes . He had mumbled something ; she h ad smiled, thanked him, and walked out of the office. Waldo had stared at the name on his appointm ent pad for another five minutes ( that was before he had become convinced that Emerson wouldn't approve of appointment pads). Abigail E. Ad ams - he repeated the name to himself Sudde nly, Waldo had sat up quite straight-for he had just realized what words he had murmured to M iss Adams before she left.
Even today, twenty years later, Waldo ' s face burned when he heard himself saying, " Abi gMiss Adams, I believe our department has a position for you. I'm sure that I-we-you-will be most happy "
So it had been that Abigail Adams had come to Progressive University as assistant professor of sociology Two years later , when the head of the department resigned, the Board of Trustees had elevated Miss Adams to this responsible posi t ion.
As for Waldo, his lot had been sad . Ann oyed by the snickers of sociology students, he had once inquired of one of the more outspoken sophom ores as to Miss Adams ' course of study during the present semester. This student laughed coldly and informed Waldo, in no uncertain terms, that Miss Adams was making a fool of Emerson, and anyone UNIVERSITYMESSENGER
who read his essays-"Especially you, Prexy," he had added. Waldo had spent the next few days in a mighty conflict between Miss Adams and his beloved Emerson. Emerson, and his own dear father's memory, had been victorious. During the past eighteen years, Waldo had built up a resistance to sociology majors' contemptuous smiles-and Abigail Adams' shining blue eyes. She, for her part, had continued to teach, and had maintained a pleasant, polite attitude to her superior.
And now Abigail Adams was dead.
Waldo opened the book of essays once more and glanced at the words-"Trust Thyself"-and for the first time since he was seven years old, and had wanted someone to teach him to skate, Waldo E. Smithson found the words repulsive to his sight.
The funeral was over; Abigail Adams ' numerous admirers had returned to their interdependent world. Waldo, in his best (and only) black suit, found himself alone in the little cemetery. Disconsolately, he sat down on a substantial-looking tombstone, and stared into space.
" Waldo Smithson! What on earth are you doing? Do you want to catch pneumonia?"
"Why, no! Indeed, no!" said Waldo, automatically glancing over his shoulder toward Abigail's grave. What he saw there almost unseated Waldo from his tombstone-for there, seated among the lilies, was Abigail Adams!
Waldo got to his feet a little unsteadily.
"B-but you' re dead! We just buried you! You can't be a ghost! Indeed, no! College professors are consistently dead when they're supposed to be!"
" Why Waldo, that's just plain foolish-and you know what Emerson said about foolish consistencies-"
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Waldo slumped back against the tombstone.
"Why Abigail, it's kind of you to remember what Emerson said-"
Abigail shrugged her transparent shoulders, and smoothed out her filmy black dress.
"Your-your dress-it's very pretty-"
"Waldo, I'm surprised at you! It isn't at all what I'd wanted-black is so-so conventional. I thought I'd look better in red!"
"Red! Abigail, of all the ridiculous-red!"
Abigail's blue eyes sparkled with humor.
"Waldo, I believe you' re shocked! What about nonconformity?"
Waldo kicked the tombstone--yes, he must be awake!
"But you-I'm the nonconformist! Indeed, yes! You've made a fool of me in your sociology classes for the past twenty years!"
"Oh, Waldo! You just didn't know! Why, if you'd asked any student-even a sophomore--he would have told you that I've been urging selfreliance in my classes for the past ten years-I'm convinced that it's essential in these times-Anyway, I suppose one naturally drifts back to his childhood training."
"Your childhood training?"
"Waldo, what is my name? My full name, I mean."
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''Your-why-Abigail Adams-Abigail E. Adams."
"Precisely. Now what does the E. stand for? My father named me, you see."
"Why how should I know? You never told me."
"Well, Waldo, my father named ·me for his favorite author. I grew up with the essays of that author, Waldo-and if you still don't mind nonconformity, maybe you could spend your Sunday afternoons here, reading with me-our favorite author."
"Our favorite author-Abigail-you mean the E. stands for-for-"
"Yes, :'f aldo-indeed, yes!"
-KATHERINE BEALE.
Papa robin returned to his nest and proudly announced that he had made a deposit on a new Buick.
A shoulder strap is responsible for keeping an aHraction from being a sensation. ·
LET'S TAKE A HOLIDAY
IN A MATTER OF DAYS, June will be "bustin ' oi.it' all over" and the denizens of Spiderland will -shelve their books and submerge themselves in the delights of summer.
Fraternity house parties will launch many Greeks and their dates on the summer holiday. Others , with an eye for moola , ·will turn their energies to summer employment. But sad to say, house parties can ' t last for three months; and glad to say, a summer job won't take up all the time between June and September. Consequently , the coming vacation can be a time for varied activities and special week ends. A little " know" of what's going on plus a bit of planning can combine to make a summer to enjoy and remember.
To many, "the beach" means but one placeVirginia Beach- and rightly so. This famous resort has long 'been a mecca for the suntan trade. The season has already begun and will last into October. June 1 will see the opening of the new fishing and amusement pier which juts out into the Atlantic for 750 feet. Night clubs add to the glamour of " the beach " and their outdoor dance floors are within sight of the surf . Need we say more! Both the Cavalier Beach and Cabana Club and the Surf Beach Club have booked " name bands " for the entire season The dog track and the midget auto racing are also popular attractions. And naturally there ' s plenty of swimming, golfing, boating, and fishing. Cottage or hotel rooms with meals begin at $7 .00 p ·er day. ·
But Virginia Beach holds no monopoly on the sun Myrtle Beach, S. C., Ocean City, Md ., Rehoboth Beach, Del., and Atlantic City, N. J . are all fabulous playgrounds for summer beachcombers. A week in Atlantic City ( room and meals) runs around $50.00.
Virginia is the land of Washington, Jefferson and Lee, so quite naturally it boasts numerous national shrines of historical significance Pilgrimages to Jamestown, Mount Vernon, Monticello, and Appomattox are not only interesting, but relative!y easy on the p5Kketbook.
One of the ,most interesting places to go this summer will be Washington, D C. The capital city is celebrating its 150th anniversary-and the celebration is a royal one. Throughout the summer, parades, ·concerts, exhibits , and activities galore are scheduled Most of these events will be 12
open to the public free of charge. For informatio n concerning the calendar of events , write the National Capital Sesquicentennial Commission , Washington, D. C.
One of the biggest features of -the Wash ingt on Sesquicentennial will be the "Faith of Our Fathers " pageant-drama by Pulitz,er prize-winning pla ywright Paul Green . Based on the life of Georg e Washington, the story is to be told through colo rful pantomime, folksongs, dialogue , music , an d vivid choreography. Performances will be held in the new Rock Creek Amphitheater. The premie re presentation is to be on July 1. The season will la st through September Another Paul Green produ ction, " The Common Glory," opens its fourth season at the Matoaka Lake Theater in Williamsbur g on July 1 also. Drama enthusiasts will be drawn to Southwest Virginia on June 12th when the Bart er Theatre begins rts 18th summer season in Abin gdon. There are to be seven performances week ly in Abingdon ' s Town Hall
Connoisseurs of fine horses will red-pencil Ju ly 7, the date of the Richmond Junior Horse Show , and September 2-3, the time of the renown ed Warrenton Horse Show in Virginia's hunt count ry.
For sheer pleasure , a week end among the fab ulous towers and spires of ale Manhattan can ' t be beat Just remember to take your wallet alon g !
For music lovers, a special treat in the form of a series of pop concerts will begin on June 19 in Richmond at the Memorial Carillon. The concerts will begin at 8: 15 for six consecutive Mond ay nights They will be open to the public. Heari ng the National Symphony Orchestra under the bat on of talented Howard Mitchell in a Watergate Concert under the stars on the banks of the Potomac is well worth the 110-mile trip to Washington. Williamsburg will bustle in all its colon ial charm on July 25 Ceremonies will be held to commemorate the day that news of the Declaration of Independence reached Williamsburg in 1776 Members of the " Common Glory" cast along with the citizens of the town will march down Duke of Gloucester Street in costume behind a town crier to hear a reading of the Declaration just as it was done 174 years ago .
From the mountains to the sea , the fishing is fine in the Old Dominion. Those who have a lean ing toward the salt water will find in the Chesape ake UNIVERSITYMESSENGER
some of the most interesting fishing to be found anywhere along the Atlantic Coast. Boats are plentiful and rental fees reasonable. Beyond the coastal Tidewater, Virginia's rivers and mountain streams abound with trout and bass. In truth, Virg inia's waters are a fisherman's heaven.
One Richmond travel agency offers a 12-day mo tor tour to New York, West Point, Montreal, Quebe~, New England's White Mountains, Boston , and the Berkshires with $200 covering all costs And for those who really want a VACATION, we can offer no finer suggestion than the mag ical isle o.f Bermuda. One hundred eightyeight dollars and up will berth you on the Queen of B ermu da, pay your meals, and furnish you with a h o tel room for 8 luxurious days. They call Bermud a Paradise-and it's even nic,er on a honeymoon
But if travel fails to appeal to you-and if you abhor the thought of summer work, there ' s one alternative-a summer on the shores of fair Westh ampton Lake-a summer at summer school.
-AL PITTMAN.
Te stimonial received by a drug concern: "For ni ne years I was totally deaf , but after using your ear d rops for only a few days I heard from my bro ther in South Dakota. "
Sig n in a shoe store window: "Ladies , these shoes POSITIVELY make street walking a pleasure."
Liberal Arts
( C ont i nued f ro m JJage 8} time limit to our education in college is four years . Some people say that the present stand, on business sch ools and other specialized branches of education, is onl y in keeping up with the changing times; and they also add that we are forced to sacrifice cult ur e for business If so, then let us remember that w e have only four years of our lives in which to develop our powers of thinking and deductive reasonin g . In comparison we have a whole lifetime wherein we can use the fruits of our previous trainin g toward the development of some more speciali zed facet of learning. This type of thinking may be called reactionary, but I maintain that Liberal Arts is the foundation of all future learning and it most certainly is THE FOUNDATION FOR FUTURE LIVING.
-ARi DRENIOS.
MAY, 1950
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JUNE BRIDE
June rhymes with moon and spoon which all add up to wedding bells as Dick Waid, of Beckley, West Virginia, marries ( for THE MESSENGER) petite Ellen Largent , of Winchester, Virginia. Ellen is gowned in organdy and eyelet embroidery with a cap of Val lace and fingertip veil. The smiling groom is in a regulation cutaway.
Fashions are by MILLER & RHOADS
In this final issue of THE MESSENGERthe editors would like to take the opportunity to thank all those students who have worked so diligently to make it possible for the magazine to be published. We regret that our April issue was so late in coming out, but the circumstances which prevailed were beyond our control. We also wish to offer our appreciation to our printer , Garrett and Massie, Inc. , and especially to Mr. Massie who has been so kind in advising us on technical problems, about which we were ignorant. We give special thanks to Miss Taylor of Miller and Rhoads for her cooperation in helping us get our fashion plate for each issue . And needless to say, we appreciate the student cdticism which we have received.
To the senior class who will be leaving your Alma Mater we offer our most sincere congratulations, and ask you not to forget to subscribe to our publications after you leave school.
We regret that w e have not been able to give you more pages in this final issue, but because our budget is limited we were forced to cut down our number of pages and pictures for the final two issues.
For those students who are returning to the University next year we wish to ask your cooperation in submitting your talents to the magazine. We have been criticized this year for not having used the ability of more of our students in the way of articles, prose, and poetry in the magazine, but it is next to impossible to get a student to take the time out to write unless he is directly interested in the field of journalism. For the number of students at the University of Richmond we should have enough copy each issue to print fifty pages could we afford to do so.
We especially wish to thank Mrs . Bill Barnett ("f'eggy Harris , Editor-in-Chief, 1948-49) , for her contribution to THE MESSENGER. We wish that more students would take as much interest in their Alma Mater as Peggy and Bill.
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"What's the matter , don ' t you love me any more? "
"Sure, I'm just resting. "
"Look, he ' s sitting on burlap. "
"Well, for gunny sack!"
QUESTIONS
Aslant, I lie surrounded by a word Which twice repeats a virtue which you've heard.
CBA letter (from the Greek), a conjunction (transpos ed) , One from Flanders, here reflected and posed. A ten dollar bill, and the term "to sell" Gives one a title, if they're combined well.
Answers and names of winners will be available at magazine office. Winners will be notified by mail.
LAST MONTH'S
A The B of ABC If you look intently at the letter B,
will see two D's inside it.
B TRIPP A prefix for three is "tri." Like two peas (p p) in a pod give you "Tripp," whose letters are odd (fi
C YOUNG MAN WITH A HORN. A youthful h omo sapiens is a young man. The rival of the Cape of G ood Hope is Cape Horn.
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