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at the University of Michigan, who
has been awarded a two-year
Rhodes scholarship to Oxford uni
versity, England. He was one of
the four young men chosen from
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KNOW THYSELF
by Dr. George D. Greer
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HOW DOES A PSYCHOANALYST
GO TO WORK?
A GOOD practitioner has a very
definite technique of procedure.
It is not the same for all investi
gators in the field, but they all have
the same end in view—the discov
ery of the hidden cause of the per
sonality disturbance. The dreams
of the patient are taken into con
sideration; that dreams have a
meaning is certain; that the mean
ing can be found is not so certain,
although some have been helped in
this way. Worries, fears, memory
lapses, slips of the tongue, peculi
arities of writing, any and all per
sonal idiosyncrasies of the individ
ual are data for the psychoanalyst.
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GEOGRAPHY
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Geography means foini
places and has to do with col
ors on a map. Maps are very con
fusing since, the World war, how
ever. Europe has gone hogwild and
where is Austria, anyway?
Travel goes all over.
But how so many people got so
far away is a mystery.. -Ideet-'-et
them are so uneducated they efts
barely speak English. A spelling bee
would be no place for them. Words
like naphtha would be fatal.
Mountains with their forests are
exceedingly numerous. Housewives
should be eternally grateful, need
ing cedar closets to store linen.
Odor is more important to bed
clothes sometimes than wrinkles.
Rivers wear out a little around the
mouth, but, all in all, geography is
remarkably permanent.
“Little Stories
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WHAT FARMER BROWN’S
BOY DID
OF COURSE when Fanner
Brown’s boy lifted off the upper
half of the pile of old cornstalks in
the middle of which Danny and Nan
ny Meadow Mouse had built their
home he had no idea that anyone
was living there. It is a question if
Danny and Nanny were any more
surprised than he was. Of course
they ran—ran as fast as ever they
could. They did it to save their
lives. At least that is what they
thought. You see it was all so sud
den that they were just terribly
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“Ha!" said he. “You will have
to build a bouse somewhere else,
Danny Meadow Mouse.”
frightened and when people are ter
ribly frightened they run away from
the thing that has frightened them.
At least that is what most people do,
and it is what Danny and Nanny
did now.
With frightened squeaks they ran
along the secret little galleries Dan
ny had made for just such a need.
And then quite suddenly Nanny
stopped. She had thought of the
four babies left in that dear little
house. She had remembered Teeny,
Weeny, Midget, and Mite left to the
mercy of Farmer Brown’s boy. She
couldn't run another step.
““Hurry!” squeaked Danny, scam
pering on ahead. But Nanny didn’t.
Instead she began to go back. Dan
ny looked back over his shoulder
and saw her. “What are—” he be
gan, and then he, too, remembered
the helpless babies and a feeling of
great shame swept over him at the
thought of how he was running away
and leaving those babies with no one
to even try to protect them. He
turned back and hurried to catch
up with Nanny. Together they
peeped out to see what Farmer
Brown’s boy was doing.
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He was stooping over looking at
the little house they had been so
proud of when they had built it
“Ha!” said he, “I’m afraid you will
have to build a new house some
where,else, Danny Meadow Mouse,
for I have got to clean up around
here and take away all the old corn
stalks. I wonder what the inside
of your house is like.”
With that he picked up the house
in his great hands and began to tear
it open to see what it was like in
side. Poor Danny and Nanny Mead
ow Mouse! It was more than they
could stand. Danny shut his eyes
so as not to see what was going to
happen, but Nanny, because her
mother love was so great, actually
ran out in plain sight. She didn’t
dare go quite to her babies, but she
went just as near as she did dare to.
When Farmer Brown’s boy had
torn open the roof of the little house
so that he could see inside he gave
a long whistle of surprise. Then
very gently he lifted out Teeny and
Weeny and Midget and Mite and
held them in the hollow of one hand
while he looked at them closely. Of
course they were too little to be
much afraid, but they didn’t like
the bright light, for you know that
ever since they were bom they had
been in the dark and now the light
hurt their eyes. So they snuggled
together and they tried to get their
heads under each other.
Just then Farmer Brown’s boy
happened to look down straight into
the terribly anxious eyes of Nanny.
Slowly a smile lighted up his freck
led face. “Don’t you worry, Mrs.
Meadow Mouse,” said he. “I
wouldn’t hurt your babies for the
world. I guess I’ve spoiled your
house and I’m sorry. I wouldn’t
have done it if I thought there might
be babies there.”
Very gently he put the four ba
bies back in their bed of grass and
as well as he could, which, of course
was not very well, he pulled the
broken roof together over them.
Then he put the house back where
he had found it and stepped back a
few steps. Nanny looked at him
very hard. Then suddenly she dart
ed forward and into her house.
“You brave little mother,” said
Farmer Brown’s boy softly, and be
gan to put back the cornstalks he
had taken from the pile. When at
last the little house was once more
in the middle of the pile he started
on. “I’ll wait until you have that
family off your hands before I clean
up here,” said he softly as he saw
Nanny’s bright eyes anxiously peep
ing at him.
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Short-Tailed Shrew Ir
Active but Rarely Seen
Over the eastern half of the Unit
ed States and some of southeastern
Canada the short-tailed shrews are
abundant and important small mam
mals, although they are rarely seen,
writes Vernon Bailey in Nature
Magazine. We call them small, but
among the shrews they are sne of
the largest, being about mouse size
and of sturdy build and bloodthirsty
disposition.
They are burrowers and ground
dwellers, keeping much under cov
er and out of sight. Almost mole
like in* structure and habits, they
have functional, 'although small
eyes, scarcely visible ears, short
legs, short tail, and velvety fur that
always keeps clean and glossy. A
pointed flexible nose serves the
place of eyes in dark tunnels where
much of their food is gathered by
sense of smell and feeling, but the
pinhead eyes may be keen in the
dark at short range. Their beauti
ful brown-tipped teeth are effective
weapons for holding, cutting and
crushing their prey, most of which
are insects and other small animals
up to their own size or even larger.
While true insectivores and
equipped with hooked incisors in
tended mainly for catching and hold
ing insects and their relatives, while
crushing them with their heavy mo
lars, they are able also to kill and
eat vertebrates as as them
selves.
With a simple but rapid digestive
system, they are hearty feeders and
full of dynamic energy, strength and
activity. In a few hours one will
eat its own weight in earthworms,
insects or meat, and be ready for
another hearty meal a little later.
They sleep or rest by short inter
vals of an hour or so during the
night and day, and eat or search for
food between these short naps. They
never become fat and are active
throughout the year, generally work
ing under the snow in the coldest
weather, making long lines of un
mistakable tracks over the surface,
and then tunneling back to the earth
to their regular runways, tunnels
and burrows.
Word Rhapsody in Music
Was Used by Franz Liszt
The use of the word Rhapsody as
applied to music, was one of Franz
Liszt’s many happy hits in musical
terms, relates a writer in the De
troit News.
The ancient Greeks used the word
to refer to recitations selected from
epic poetry—the type which recalls
great events and tells about them in
lofty style, full of feeling, piecing
together bits of this and that like a
rich quilt.
As a result of his Hungarian child
hood, and his deep love of gypsy
music, Liszt wrote 19 Hungarian
Rhapsodies. They are collections of
Magyar melodies with gypsy-like or
naments. Trills and scales hang
over the melodies like * colored
strands of sparkling bfeads.
One of the most popular old Hun
garian dances is the Czardas, with
its very slow spots full of desolation
and its “friska” which increases to
furious gayety.
The Czardas has cast its shadow
over all Liszt’s Rhapsodies for they
all have these extreme contrasts of
mood.
Liszt wrote his Rhapsodies for his
own instrument, the piano, and
many of them, particularly the fa
vored second Rhapsody, have been
arranged for orchestra and other in
struments.
May Not Unlucky Month
May is * not an unlucky birth
month, asserts a writer in Pear
son’s London Weekly. The May
born should be happy in married
life, especially* if they wear the
right birth stone—an emerald. But
May has been regarded as unlucky
for weddings ever since Roman
times. “Marry in May and you’ll
rue the day” is our proverb. Hot
weather in May is supposed to pre
sage a poor harvest; a cold windy
May brings later compensations.
No other month appears to have
special lore, except that “October’s
child is bom for woe and life’s vicis
situdes must know.” This however,
can be remedied by wearing an
opal birth stone.
Oxhide Used as Cause
The drea, an* inflated oxhide, is
used as a canoe on the waters of
the river Sutlej, India. The ease
with which this curious craft can
be carried is a great, advantage;
on the other hand, it is so easier
overturned when afloat that great
,care and skill are required in its
manipulation. The native lies
across the; drea, which he propels
With his hands' or with a short ped
dle, and steers with his feet If a
passenger is carried, he sits astride
of the “crew,” which must make
the balancing of the vessel still
more difficult.
Use of Contact Peis—
Contact poison is a poison which
is used against insects that suck
their foods. In other words, the
poison comes in contact with tho
body surface and kills the creature
which cannot be poisoned by a
stomach poison which is the oppo
site of contact poison. Nicotine,
pyrethrum, rote none, sulphur, and
oils are the usual contact poisons.
Corfosive sublimate is a chemical
compound commonly used as s dis
infectant for plant diseases, espe
cially soil-borne diseases. In other
words, it disinfects the soil or the
root* nf nlants such as iris.
ALECS
HUNCH
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By MEREDITH SCHOLL
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ALEC leaned across the table
toward the dark complex
ioned girl who sat opposite
him. “Arline,” he said ear
nestly, “for the hundredth time will
you—”
He broke off, staring at her rue
fully.
There was laughter in her eyes
as she shook her head.
“And for the hundredth time, Alec,
my answer is that I won’t marry
you—now.”
Grimness came to Alec’s face. His
lips compressed.
“Why not? You love me, don’t
you?”
“You know I do, Alec. You know
I love you.”
“Then why don’t you marry me?
What excuse is there for you to re
fuse?”
Arline gestured hopelessly.
“Alec, I don’t loiow. There’s
something lacking about—us. And
I don’t know what it is.”
She sighed.
“Please don’t ask me to explain.
I can’t. It isn’t anything you can
put your finger on, it’s just that—
that we do love each other; we have
since the day we met, and—and I’ve
a feeling that something’s wrong.”
Alec looked at her steadily for a
moment. Then abruptly he said:
“Arline, I’m a little fed up with
hearing that line. You’ve been stall
ing me with it for almost a year. It
doesn’t make sense and it’s entirely
out of reason.”
He stood up.
“If you want to know, it gives me
a pain in the neck! I’m through!”
He turned and started away.
Arline quite overcome with aston
ishment, watched his broad back
weave in and out among the tables
of the restaurant; watched until he
had disappeared through the en
trance door; watched, even, for fully
a moment after he had gone. Then
she said:
“Well, I’ll be dam—darned!”
A waiter came up, regarding her
curiously. He had a slip of paper
in his hand and she remembered
with a sudden sinking sensation that
she hadn’t any money.
Alec, in his fury, had run off and
left her high and dry, stranded.
She smiled at the waiter, a sickly
little smile of appeal.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I
haven’t any money.”
“But, madame!” The waiter ges
tured in that hopeless, exasperat
ing fashion that characterizes
Frenchmen who have only a smat
tering of English at their command,
and Arline knew the uselessness of
trying to explain.
“Please send the manager to me,”
she said, trying hard to appear en
tirely at ease.
“But, oui, madame.”
The waiter disappeared, returning
a moment later with a fat, pudgy
individual in evening clothes.
“Was there something wrong, ma
dame?”
Arline appraised the manager in
one quick scrutiny and decided that
the situation was more hopeless
than she had thought. She made a
rapid decision.
“My boy friend ran out on me and
I haven’t any money,” she ex
plained.
“The best I can do is leave this
ring as security until I’m able to
return with funds.”
She slipped off the ring and hand
ed it to him. He took it in his pudgy
hands and examined it closely.
“Oui, madame, oui.”
Arline sighed with relief and stood
up. As she did so she noticed that
people at nearby tables were look
ing at her and smiling. Her cheeks
flamed scarlet, and a terrible rage
welled up within her.
Just wait till she saw Alec Booth!
Just wait!
But the wait turned out to be
something of an ordeal.
Alec didn’t call up that night to
apologize and ask forgiveness, as
she fully expected he would Nor
did he call the next night or the
next.
On the third day following the
restaurant episode she saw him in
the Case de Royal with blonde Nor
ma Rich. if
' The eight caused a cold, nauseat
ing chtt to> pass through her bedy.
She returned home and sat down
before the window of her bedroom
to think.
It occurred to her then, for the
first tfine, that perhaps Alec had
been serious. Perhaps she had gene
a little tee for with her “stalling.”
But it didn’t seem possible that
anyone, who had loved her as much
as Alee pretended, could possibly
step is suddenly.
. Tears filled her eyes.
Of one thing she was sure: The
“lade” that had sealed her lips from
saying yes to his proposal had com
pletely end abruptly vanished.
The following day Arline went out
of her way to meet Alee face to
face.
She wanted to substantiate her
growing fear; .she wanted him to
see her.
The meeting occurred at noon in
the lobby of the building where Alec
had his office.
He stepped off the elevator and
found her confronting him.
I He stopped end stared, coolly
looked her up and down, hesitated,
raised his hat and passed on.
Arline’s heart sank.
For two days thereafter she ex
isted in something of a daze, poig
nantly conscious of only two thingst
her burning, all-consuming love for
Alec, and the hopelessness of that
love.
On the third day she did a des
perate thing.
She phoned him at his apartment,
but she didn’t say the thing she’d
intended. For as soon as Alec heard
her voice, he cried: * *
“Arline! I—l—may I come over?
I was just about to call.” .
Ar line’s heart skipped a beat. She
steadied herself with an effort.
“Of course,” she said. “Do.”
Alec arrived within a half-hour
and at sight of him Arline discov
ered that once more her nicely re
hearsed speech was going to be fore
stalled.
Alec said: “Arline, I got to think
ing on the way over here. You
called me for some reason. What
was it?”
Taken quite unawares, Arline hes
itated.
“Why—l—l—”
“Was it because you—you’re
ready to marry me?” he asked.
Arline made a choking sound. i
“Perhaps—” she began.
“Darling!” He swept her into his
arms. “Oh, sweetheart, I made an
awful fool of myself. I tried to
make you want me by becoming in
different, by paying attention to an
other woman. I was an idiot to
think it would work. That day we 1
met in the lobby and I saw you were
no longer wearing my ring, I real
ized how stupid I’d been.”
“But, Alec, it was about the ring
I called you.”
“Eh?” said Alec, bewildered.
“I was going to tell you that if
you wanted the ring back you’d have
to go get it from the restaurant
where I left it as security for my
meal check, after you left me
stranded.”
Alec’s jaw fell open.
“Then, it wasn’t because—then
you called me tonight only be
cause—”
He stopped and stared ruefully,
because Arline had begun to laugh.
“Darling, I’ve always played my
hunches. And when I left that ring,
I had a hunch it might serve as a
good excuse sometime to call you
up—”
She broke off, for at that moment,
Alec seemed to have a hunch—and
played it.
Discovers Nerve Current
Is Speeded Up by Warmth
It has been known for a century
that electric charges follow nerve
impulses, but it was only about 10
years ago that it became possible
to measure the equivalent action of
the brain. The measurers found to
their astonishment that even when
no impulses are sent into the brain
nerve cells nevertheless beat elec
trically just as the heart beats me
chanically when we are asleep.
According to Dr. Ralph W.
Gerard, associate professor of phys
iology in the University of Chicago,
this discovery has revolutionized the
conception of the nervous system.
In the old days, meaning five years
ago and longer, the nerves were
supposed to stand idle until appro
priate buttons were pushed, like a
telephone exchange waiting for
somebody to take a receiver off its
hook. Now it is known that the
nerves are always active.
Are the electrical beats produced
by a ring, a chain of nerve cells
which pass on the impulses one to
another, just as electrical impulses
are passed along the individual
molecules of an electrical circuit?
Doctor Gerard says not.
Recent investigation shows that
these spontaneous beats are affect
ed by warmth (which speeds up the
rate), by chemicals (potassium is
an accelerator, calcium a retarder)
and by regular nerve stimuli such
as the tap under the knee cap which
makes us kick the lower leg invol
untarily.
Psychological Savages
The natives of Dahomey, a French
West African colony, seldom seek
divorce; they have a custom that,
usually, makes it unnecessary.
Tribal tradition centuries old—
established by some ancient chief
rich in human understanding—
decrees that when a man andifoa
wife quarrel, both must go to oppo*
site corners of the room and; facing
the wall, meditate in silence, fa*’a
fixed period. This over, tho mmm
speaks first, but all bo is permitted
to say is “I’m an idiot” This ho
shouts 10Q> times. When he has fin
ished the wife does likewise. Then
both turn, advance to the center of
the room and together cry “We fire
idiots.” This ends the ritual. Beth
are now free to- de whateveethey
please, hi innumerable instaheea
they do just what the old chief ex
pected-burst out laughing and for
get their quarrel.
Tho NOhet Prises
Alfred Nobel was a Swedish chem
ist who was bom in MSI and died in
1898. He invented dynamited by
combining nitroglycerine and Seis
elguhr, a very fine and dry oorth.
From his inventions he amassed a
targe fortune, which ho left to pro
vide Nobel prizes. There are five
awards made annually for the most
outstanding work in physics, medi
cine, chemistry, literature, and the
promotion of world peace. The
prizes are usually over 8,000 pounds
each. In any ye<*r, says London An
swers Magazine, one or more of the
awards may be withheld if there is
not a sufficiently important achieve
ment in any of the groups. j
itated.