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Show PAGE FOUR PROVO (UTAH)' -SUNDAY HERALD, SUNDAY, APRIL 13,-1941 , .i-nrf-n "Liberty tfcrourh all th land" Th Liberty Boll Published tvtry Sunday Morn In i (Dally Herald Erery Aftsrnoon Kxccpt Saturday and Sunday) Published by tb Herald Corporation, Soath Flrt Wsst Street, Provo, Utah. Entered at eec-or.d claaa matter at tba postotflc In f'rova. Utah, under th act of March X. 1S7. t. ' Oilman. Nlcol A Ruth man. National Advertising 'preventatives. 'pre-ventatives. New Tork, baa Francisco, Detroit, Jfctoaton, ! Angeles, Chicago. Member United Press, N K. A- Service, Editor Eiehani. the fccrlppa League of Newspaper and Audit Bureau evt Circulation. Subscription terms by carrier n Utah county. f cental the month, f ) 09 tor six months. In advance; Ji 7 th year. In advance: ty mall la county. IS 00; outside county 15.71 the year In advsnce. Th Herald will not assume financial responsibility for any error which may ippesr In advertisements published In It columns. la those Instance her th paper 1 at fault. It will reprint that part tn advertisement ta hlcb th typographical mistake occur. A M-eal, and a Roof, and Democracy "Democracy," cried the young man earnestly, "is three square meals a day and a roof over your head-" The .youth forum before which he was speaking burst into an approving roar. The definition is scarcely accurate, yet it ill behooves any of the more fortunate elders of this youth, with their last skipped meal twenty years in the background, to laugh off the words. They are too important, and the-applause, which greeted them is too important, for off-laughing. No. Democracy is not three square meals a day and a roof over your head. Slaves hive been well fed and housed with reasonable comfort, but whatever you might say about their condition, it was not democracy. But the fact that this pat definition was not strictly accurate did not mean that the young man had nothing to say. He had plenty to say, and people had better listen. Three squares and democracy are not the same thing. Rut the question that demands an answer is this: can democracy dem-ocracy exist for long when perhaps a third of the people do not have the three squares and the roof? Forty feet of the foundation at on 3 corner of the First National Bank building build-ing are not the building, but if you removed those forty feet of foundation, the building would no longer be safe. Economic security, in other words, is not the same thing as democracy, but a democracy which fails consistently consist-ently to offer conditions in which the vast majority of people peo-ple have a high degree of economic security is allowing aa important corner of its foundation to crumble. The democratic way of life, is a vast, monumental building, the fairest and finest man has yet built. Its foundations- and rooms are many equal political rights, toleration, tolera-tion, restricted governmental power, equality of opportunity, opportuni-ty, no special privileges, freedom of discussion and thought, no permanent class lines, the general underlying feeling deep in every man that he wishes nothing that is not available avail-able to other men under the same circumstances. It is greater than merely "three squares a day and a roof." But without those simple elementals, it can be ashes in the mouth. That is not because men no longer prize their freedom free-dom above mere comfort, but simply because they realize that in our United States, there is no sane reason why they should not have both. Did you dine well last evening, and the evening before that, and every evening for many years before that? Then do not laugh away this young man's definition of democracy. democ-racy. It is not a very good definition, but it is full of meaning to America. OUT OUR WAY by Williams x YOU JUST HOLU ( ALL. RIGHT DOM'T SAY 1 Y f, i I THE HORSE ANJO DMDNJ'T TELL VOU I WAS l Y i LET ME ATTEWD I RAISED IKi THE CCXJNJTCy AKJD ,K i , TO THIS FELLOW I OU WEREMT-PA ALWAVS J Y,0 I, MO PIG'S GOIMG SAID HE'D SOOWEBSl-APA Y r') TO R.UKJ ME OFF UOM THAW A RA2DB- J TWiW PUBLIC ROAD J BACKED j v-r Tly - PtfC BORM THIRTY YEAR.S TOO SOOKJ -4-12- . T. M. KEG. U. . PAT. Off. COR. 191 T EA SCBV'CE. WC Prisoners For Food The fact that holds the Petain government of France helpless, and must hold helpless any government of France today, is the fact that nearly 2,000,000 Frenchmen are prisoners pris-oners of Germany. So when Germany bargains the release of 40,000 French prisoners for an agreement to exchange certain food surpluses sur-pluses with unoccupied France, it is making shrewd use of the power that lies in the misery of French wives and mothers, sons and daughters of the prisoners. The French hold certain cards in this game of exchange: Their fleet, their North African possessions, their men and lands in the Near East. This bargaining with the conquerors is a grubby I Was Thinking BY ELSIE C. CARROLL I was thinking that there are enough different theories about what education is and what it ought to do for people that everyone every-one should be able to find "thinking: "think-ing: companions" on this subject. Some critics of the systems of college col-lege education feel that there is little of value being- done In the American colleges today.' They think that too much emphasis is placed upon social activities, athletics, ath-letics, unfruitful experimentation. They say that college does nothing noth-ing but entertain and divert; that it gives no sound training- or discipline dis-cipline which will enable the students stu-dents to meet the problems of life. These critics offer many plans of reform. Values of College Cm the other hand, there are those who feel that imperfect as the institutions of higher education, educa-tion, are, they afford a time of quick growing, maturing, preparing prepar-ing for the life that no other experience ex-perience can give. Percy Marks compares college to a hothouse which surrounds the mind with conditions favorable for its surest and richest blooming. There, he says, a young: person becomes acquainted ac-quainted with himself, his potentialities; poten-tialities; he is, furthermore, introduced intro-duced to "the great dead who are shyly hiding- all their wisdom and poetry, the wisdom and poetry of the world, in the quiet of college col-lege campuses." "Calvin Kinney," who though he never went to college, has been game at best, and while.it is hard to reproach the French for playing it, since it is the only game available to them, successful enough to acquire mag-it mag-it 1s also futile to try to think of France today as an inde- EnifreacHhe ZtS penueiu guv ei iinieiii, ur naujii. The First Thing It Broke - " iff jm&s . . IT .... ' a - - S - a 1 ei '': profession, and has taught in two universities, and been offered a deanship in one, laments that he did not have a college education. He says, "I missed a training in systematic and orderly thought. A course that leads to an A. B. degree in the better colleges gives a balanced and rounded picture of the field of human knowledge ...I missed making friends of my own age. . . I wish I belonged to some group with common traditions tradi-tions and common ties. . . I missed the sense of equality with better educated men. . . It would have been worth a good deal to me if T could have had the inward feeling feel-ing that my cultural background and my intellectual training were as good as ony one's ... To give a young man th confidence that he has no cultural or social deficiencies defi-ciencies is not a trivial thing. . . I believe that a liberal education siiould be a thing to live with, not on." Survey Revealed The editors of Fortune maga-zinet maga-zinet after a survey from many angles, of the young people in college col-lege today, published some interesting, inter-esting, if disturbing, observations. They feel that the college students stu-dents of today (from causes not altogether connected with - the schools) are fatalistic, and passive. pas-sive. They give lip service, these investigators say, to religion and politics, but have no definite creeds. They migTit be called a "lost generation," disillusioned and subdued with no shining goals to lure them on. One of the writer-reformers of today is Howard Mumford Jones, professor of English at Harvard. He sees a goal for education expressed ex-pressed in a line from Emerson, "The scholar is Man Thinking; and the principal Instruments of his education are three, nature, books and action." Mumford, as Emerson, thinks that students in America can be stimulated to become be-come this Man Thinking ty ceasing ceas-ing to listen to the "muses of Europe" and developing" "the spirit of American freemen." Jones feels that American colleges col-leges have no longer a unified conception con-ception of college education with the humanities as the central point in the training. He says that we have too much specialization, and that we remain too remote from the present in the materials we use for education. We ignore the American tradition which should be the basis of our education educa-tion and culture. He complains that we emphasize the importance of every other literature but our own and states that students want a knowledge of America's literature, philosophy; that they come to college primarily to learn of their own time and country and history our education does not give to them. A solution of our problem will be reached, he says, when we realize re-alize that in college American civilization should be placed first. The best cure, he believes, for American provincialism, is to know our own country. Quite different from this view is that of Milton Mayer, who think3 that the solution to America's Amer-ica's educational problem la to follow the lead of two young professors pro-fessors who have regenerated St. John's college at Annapolis by centering all the work around the study of great books. Only four of the hundred books they are using are American, and none of these are literature. The books Which are the fountain head of education, according to these teachers, among other things, are great because they have been read ty the greatest number of persons, per-sons, "not from week to week, but from year to year and from age to age." These educators feel that the 150 years of United Stateg history is but a continuation of the thousand years of Europe. Whereas Jones makes an utterance utter-ance of Emerson, an American philosopher, who died but a half a century ago, the keynote of his educational system, Barr and Buchanan Bu-chanan of St. John's have chosen for their motto a pun from ancient an-cient Latin: "I make free men out of children by means of books." John Henry Newman believed that a university was a library of good books, the teachers' solo function being to act as a guide or introducers. Phillip Curtiss, in his essay, "A College for One," presents a belief be-lief that a college education can be best carried on AWAY from college, by one's self with very little direction and none of the examinations and drills encountered encount-ered in college. These are but a few of many interesting and divergent view3 concerning education in the United States. A wonderful thing about it all 13 that there can be so many views and that there is perfect freedom in expressing them. How different this is from Germany Ger-many where there is no vestige of academic freedom left, where all claims to general culture "have been renounced, and every phase of so-called education is directed by an individual who see3 brute force as the only power in the world and whose educational objectives ob-jectives is to turn out a generation genera-tion of youth equipped with powerful pow-erful bodies and narrow minds for the supreme work of the state war. EDCEMONT MRS. EVA GILLESPIE Reporter 111 one OiO-J-2 UTAH VERSE Mrs. Racheal Mecham was host ess to Edgemont Literary club at her home Friday afternoon with Mrs. Joanna Boyce conducting. Mrs. Mary Rowley was in charge of the - afternoon's program and Mrs. Izola Lewis reviewed the play, "The School for Scandal," by Richard Brinsley Sheridan. Sewing and social chat were en joyed and delicious refreshments served to Mrs. Boyce, Mrs. Row ley, Mrs. Lewis. Mrs. Amy Tay lor, Mrs. Hazel Hawker, Mrs Bertha Salisbury, Mrs. Maud Barttlet, Mrs. Minnie James, Mrs Merne Schoney, Mrs. Ethel Wool- ston. Mrs. Loia Wiscomb, Mrs. Maud Glazier, Mrs. Lydia Hogan, and Mrs. Eva Gillespie and the hostess. Orian Salisbury and E. R. Mc-Ewan Mc-Ewan were Salt Lake visitors Friday. Fri-day. Elder Richard Bone, who recently re-cently returned from a mission, will be one of the speakers at sacrament meeting Sunday evening, eve-ning, beginning at 7:30 p. m. Other Oth-er program numbers have been arranged and an Invitation is extended ex-tended all members of the ward and friends to attend. The Primary officers and teachers teach-ers of Edgemont assisted the Pleasant View Primary in entertaining enter-taining the other wards of the stake at a play hour in the Pleasant Pleas-ant View ward Friday afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Ritchie Stubbs are rejoicing over the safe arrival of a baby daughter at the family home. The Stubbs family have just moved into the home formerly for-merly occupied by the Dewitt Trotter family, who have purchased purchas-ed the Josepta Meldrum home in Pleasant View. Mr. an Mrs. Mac Davis of Heber City spent Friday with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. VV. B. Davia and family, , AUNT HET By ROBERT QUILLEN I ,f mat, dmm e 1 r "If a man at middle age kills himself. It's usually usual-ly In the early mornin", before be-fore he gets busy. That's when hi conscience makes life seem a failure." Contributions to this column should be sent to tlru Anna P. Redd, 1076 East Center street. Enclose stamps for return of manuscript. ? ; I ASSURANCE i; . . By GRACE M. CAN DL AND The blended shades of fawn and rose grew bright Around the sepulcher, there was no gloom. The morning stillness glowed with holy light, And Mary came to watch beside the tomb. That she might be the first to greet her Lord And hear Hi3 voice, and witness His birth While yet He taught and ministered on earth. From death to life according to His word. The stone wTa3 rolled away and Jesus stood Beside her, clothed in immortality. So all mankind will rise and live and be Partakers of that boon of brotherhood. This sweet assurance of eternal spring Relights the star of hope to which we cling. Provo, Utah Grace Ingles Frost gives us her concept of spring in: AWAKENING 5 . . A flock of wild geese wing their northward way, ' A tremor of new life throbs through the earth, . Small greening blades climb upward to the light, From roots wrapped deep in sleep through winter's night, And fertile seeds and bulbs give bloom rebirth, While Pan pipes in the trees a witching lay. A m'idow lark and bird with crimson breast, Each busy seeking twigs to build a nest, Awaken me to zest for new endeavor, I too will build to vie with birds and weather. GRACE INGLES FROST Provo, Utah : l PAYSON URS. A. R. WILSON Reporter The Utah Delta Chapter, Beta Sigma Phi sorority held an interesting inter-esting meeting last Friday night at the Edna Mae Hedquits home In Provo. President Crista Olsen was in charge. Mrs. Fern Ercan-brack Ercan-brack reviewed the book, "Mrs. Miniver," by Jan Struther, Miss Francis Johnson gave a vocal solo, accompanied by Miss Donna Lee Master and Miss Crista - Olsen gave a piano solo. It was an open session and members were permitted per-mitted to bring guests. Elgie Kay returned to Los Angeles An-geles Sunday after a week's visit here and Mrs. Kay remained to visit for another week with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lee Elmer. Mrs. May McKell and family attended a family birthday party Sunday at the home of Vernon McKell in Spanish Fork. Members of tne T. H. Wilson family had a birthday party Wednesday Wed-nesday afternoon at the home of Mrs. Gladys Wilson, it being one in a series. Present were Mrs. Ivan Wilson, Mrs. Clyde McMa-han, McMa-han, Mrs. George F. Wilson, Mrs. Fearn Gray, Mrs. Howard Wilson, Mrs. Elden Ludlow, Mrs. Waldo Wilson, Mrse. Hyrum McClellan, Cranium Crackers SrORTS AT SEA South sea islands have become more than just places to dream about being cast away on with a favorite glamor girl. The war has added strategic value to spots in the sea like the ones in the following follow-ing questions. 1. Where are the Aland Is. and the Azores Is., and what is the strategic importance of each? 2. Where are the Canary Is., and the Balearic Is.? 3. Why are the Midway Is. so-called so-called ? 4. Where are Little Corn I. and Great Corn T? 5. Where are Wake I. and Baker I.? Answers on Tage Eight Mrs. Hart Brown, Mrs. Wallace Brown, Mrs. Iona Perkins. Sewing Sew-ing and cards provided the pastime. pas-time. Marcia Mendenhall and Mel-ba Mel-ba Snelson assisted in serving. Mr. and Mrs. Fred Wyler Jr. of Los Angeles have been visiting here for two weeks. A number of socials and dinner parties were given in their honor. They left Tuesday for their home and were accompanied by Mrs. Vivian Patten Pat-ten who will visit relatives in Los Angeles for some time. w w w - i Nov Hi3tcr Twenty-five Years Ago Today From the Files of THE TROVO HERALD April IS. 1916 While some of Provo's "plump" ladies, dressed in variegated I bloomers, were going through re- aucing gymnastic drills in the physical culture class given in the First ward sociM hall, some "culprit" filched the ladies' skhta. which were later found in the hotel room of Mrs. Walter Dan-can, Dan-can, director of the class, according accord-ing to a front page item. There were several "suspects." Dr. D. H. Calder resigned his post as superintendent of the Utah State hospital after 10 years of service. The state board of insanity expressed regrets that the doctor had decided to leave, and instructed Harvey Cluff and State Treasurer Lincoln G. Kelly to draft a letter of appreciation for his services. A message reached Washington, D. C. that Carranza as head of the DeFacto gvernment in Mexican Mex-ican territory wanted the United States to withdraw its troops from Mexican trritory and stated that his soldiers would continue the hunt for Villa, the bandit who crossed the international border into the United States March y and murdered 18 Americans in Columbus, N. M. Several tons of bailed hay were destroyed or damaged by a fire at the home of George Madsen, 254 North Seventh West. Stanford and Lynn Babcock. 16 and 14 respectively, suffered injuries in a runaway during which they were thrown under a beet drill. City Dog Tax Collector Charles Holden is building a dog pen on the jail grounds "and will em-pound em-pound such stray canines as cannot can-not show evidence of having paid their tax." Birthdays Monday, April 14 WILFORD PERRY AMANDA ROUNDY ALMA BOURNE ZELMA JOHNSON and sister, SELMA JOHNSON O SERIAL STORY . DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS BY EDITH ELLINGTON COPYRIGHT. NLA SERVICE. INC YESTERDAY I Sheldrake nr. rusr WrrmlsK of puttinpr Anthony An-thony In the store to pr on him. When 11 ee realise that Wrrnlsc 1 also Anthony' cnardtan. use remember the scene In the office, that hated voire, the man who aid ne should be chloroformed, tihe torm at Anthony, then rushes from the ottlce, eollidea head-on with a man earryiasj mink. eoat. LOVE IS THE ANSWER CHAPTER XXX yHEN she opened her eyes; Anthony An-thony Bradley was holding her head. "Go away," she moaned. "Go away. Oh, my stomach . . .' "Now you know how I felt," Anthony said crisply. "Are you all right?" She sat up, scowling at him. She saw Bruce Sheldrake and Morris Fletcher. She noted their stupefied stupe-fied pale faces and their slack, trembling mouths. Sheldrake came to life first, "Allow me, Miss Davenport" He helped her to her feet. The fat man with the mink coat was murmuring wretchedly, "But I only wanted to show Mr. Sheldrake Shel-drake the coat. The police found it in a parcel locker. It had our label. I" "Give me my coat!" She snatched it out of his hands. "Call my car, somebody! I never saw such a bunch of imbeciles in my life! What are you all standing around for? Do something! You, Mr. Fletcher call my guardian at once! Tell him I fired you! You, Mr. Sheldrake! Get out of my sight!" "pOR the second time she turned and fled down the corridor. But now the mink coat was clutched in her hands, and now wide-eyed employes got out of her way with gratifying alacrity. Through the street level selling floor she raced. No car at the main entrance. She lifted her hand. A cab slithered to a halt. She got in. "Fourteen-forty Park Avenue." There'd be delirium in Mr. Weeming's oClce, consternation in Budget Fashions, a crisis in news-pafer news-pafer city rooms. She didn't care. The doorman at her apartment house goggled. "Pay this man his fare!" The elevator boy nearly fainted. "Miss Davenport, ma'am, I thought you were kidnaped!" j She sailed into her own apartment. apart-ment. "Greta! What do you mean by giving information to reporters?" report-ers?" i A dark man rushed out of the drawing room. "Beatrice! My own! They have saved you!" He held out his arms, like an emotional emo-tional Latin in a movie. "You have been restored to me! My darling!" TJEATRICE stood very still and regarded Clarence distastefully, distaste-fully, "How did you get here?" "Mr. Weeming phoned me five minutes ago. I rushed right over." "Did he say what I'd been doing? do-ing? Did he tell you I had never been kidnaped?" Her control snapped. "Oh, Clarence, you fool! You messed everything all up! I was enjoying myself for the first time in my life! I was living, working, amounting to something jeehng something!" "Aha," said Clarence, blinking his black eyes. "Those emotions you so yearned for!" He pulled thoughtfully at his neat mustache. "What sort of emotions, explain me that. To work bah! That is not romantic! It was something else. Tell me, Beatrice." "I'll tell you nothing!" She ran to the white and gold bedroom into a corner of which Toby Masters' whole apartment would have fitted snugly. She pulled out dresser drawers in a frenzy of haste. She found the antique sil ver jewel case and extracted Clarence's emerald. She ran back to the drawing room. "Here! Here's your ring! I don't want it." "But cara my sweet what has happened? I am not angry vith you, Beatrice. It was an adventure, adven-ture, a whim! It cannot come between be-tween us, beloved. Surely you " "Please, Clarence. There's no use talking about it any more." She pressed the ring into his hand. "I I made a mistake, when I promised to marry you. I didn't love you. I didn't know what love was. But now, I can't go on with it." "So?" Clarence breathed softly. "So, now, all is changed? Now you know perfectly what love is, eh?" He grabbed her arm. His eyes burned. His mouth was sud denly cruel and ruthless. "Who is the man who has taught you what love is, Beatrice? Who is he? I demand the truth!" Beatrice jerked away from him. "I won't tell you. It's none of your business. All that matters to you Is that I've given you back your ring." "But that is not all that mat ters to me! I love you. I shall kill the pig who tries to take you away from me." Three musical notes chimed. Beatrice looked at Clarence, spec ulatively. "Here comes your chance," she said. "Because I m sure that's Anthony Bradley at the door." . . TT was Anthony. He strode Into toe room, hatless, hi3 expres sion a curious mixture of bel-; ligerency and determination and temper. He stopped short when he saw Clarence. "This," said Beatrice maliciously, malicious-ly, "is your pig, Clarence. And, Mr. Bradley, this is your prince." Clarence eyed Anthony. Anthony An-thony surveyed Clarence. The silence became appalling. Beatrice helped things along by remarking, "Clarence has duelling pistols on his mind. : Or sabers at dawn." "Ilmmm," said Clarence, "so you are the man who has bewitched my betrothed. It i3 because of you she returns my emerald." Anthony's face cleared. "Sh returned your ring? Oh. I see." The relief in his tone was unmistakable. un-mistakable. Beatrice's heart began to sing. Maybe he wouldn't hate her too much, aftr all. Maybe he could bear to marry a girl who owned a department store, especially espe-cially if lie worked in it. "Queer about Mr. Weeming," she said irrelevantly. "About his investigations, I mean. Because that was my idea, too, you know. "I must prepare a statement for the papers," Beatrice said dreamily. dream-ily. "I must inform them that it wa3 my concern for Grandfather's store which ran away with me." "Beatrice!" thundered Clarence. Beatrice looked around, mildly astonished. "Oh, you're still here?" Her eyes dropped. "Clarence, do run along like a good boy. I have a lot of things on my mind, and really, Clarence, youll be delighted to be rid of me, once you think it over." The swarthy face of Fernando dl GrandezzI, who was not the descendant de-scendant of a long line of nobla Romans for nothing, stiffened. Ha bowed formally. His heels clicked. "I hope you will be very happy," he said thickly. DEATItlCE end Anthony watched him go. Then Anthony An-thony said, morosely, "We probably prob-ably won't be. On your money." "If you start that, Anthony Bradley, I'll butt you in the stomach stom-ach again!" "I do know other ways of starting. start-ing. But you'd have to come a little closer." Slowly, deliciously, Beatrice moved closer. "Is this better, Anthony?" An-thony?" she Inquired meekly. It was much better. Anthony's ' arms swooped her up. He kissed her masterfully. Kissed her until the room swam around her and the floor lurched. He kissed her until she was blind and deal and helpless. "Our mutual guardian was right," he said happily. "What you needed wasn't chloroform, after all. All you needed was love." (HIE END) t f |