I student Christian Movement will bring Lorenzo Fuller, well-know young Negro baritone, to the campus McPherson College Monday eve-May 3. Young Mr. Fuller is graduate of the University of Kan-where he first came to prominence when he won an award for the best dramatic performance of the for his portrayal of the title role in the play "Emperor Jones.” He appeared as soloist with the Uni-versity if Kansas symphony orchestra a performance of Ballad for Amer-icans ' and later won a scholarship to Julliard Music School in New York. in the year since he left school, he has concertized through-out many states appeared on a number of com-

mercial radio programs and has been featured in two stage productions.

The Lincoln Nebraska Star said recently of him:

“He has one of the finest voices that we have heard in a number of seasons. Add to that a sparkling personality and the ability to put a song over in a unique fashion, and you have the answer to why more than one patron said at the con | elusion of last night’s program: “We must have him again—very soon.” He will be accompanied by Miss Jean Hall of Stockton, Kansas, in her own right a gifted musician and vocalist. who lately won acclaim as one of the finest actresses in a state- wide competition at K. U. She is the daughter of Reverend and Mrs. C. E. Hall of Stockton: her brother, William Hall, is a student at Kansas Wesleyan College and is widely known for his outstanding musical activities.

Miss Jean McNicol, popular and versatile Junior, will present a voice recital in the McPherson College chapel-auditorium next Wednesday evening. May 5. beginning at 8:15 o’clock. Miss McNicol possesses a deep contralto voice and her program will include many selections of the standard contralto repertoire.

Miss McNicol’s home is at Lost Springs. Kansas. She is a member of the College Women’s Quartette and has been heard as vocal soloist on numerous occasions representing the college. and in various churches of McPherson.

Among other selections. Miss Mc-N'icol will sing. “My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice” from the opera, “Samson and Delilah”, by Saint-Saens, “He Shall Feed His Flock” from the oratorio, “The Messiah”, by Handel, “Ave Maria” by Schubert, the Scottish folksong. ‘‘Loch Lomond”, and two humorous songs, ‘‘Shadow March” and “The Brownies’’. Miss McNicol will be accompanied at the piano by her instructor, Professor Nevin Fisher. The public is invited to attend this re--cital.

Sunday afternoon when the hands of the alarm clocks say three o’clock, girls from Arnold Hall, prettied up week-old Easter frocks, will begin their wending way toward the Moh-ler residence and Dean Ida Shockley’s spring tea. Tills spring tea for college women and Miss Shockley’s hospitality has become a tradition among the girls or the campus.

This year the tea will be held front three to five o’clock Sunday afternoon at the Mohler home.

This is what we of the newspaper Industry call filler. It serves a noble purpose. It fills space. We offer no apologies. Sorry to take your time, but there are other stories in the Spec this week. Do I dare fill out the line with ! ! ! ! ?

Kansas Omicron, the local chapter of Pi Kappa Delta, held a business meeting Thursday morning. New members who were approved were Anna Mae Tinkler and Joe Hoffert to the order of honor and Ann Metzler to the order of fraternity.

Several of last year’s chapter members received the approval of the chapter for advanced standing. Dr. Desmond W. Bittinger was advanced to the order of special distinction in instruction. Maxine Ruehlen. Betty Burger, and Dean Stucky were approved for the order of special distinction. Wayne Geisert had already been advanced to that ranking earlier in the year. Blanche Geisert and Jack Kough moved up to honor.

In the election which followed Maxine Ruehlen was chosen as president for the coming year. Betty Burger will be vice-president, Dean Stucky, secretary-treasurer, and Ann Metzler, corresponding secretary.

The date for the initiation of the new members was set for Friday, May 14. The group is also planning an informal dinner in conjunction with the ceremony. Committees for this event will be appointed by the president in the near future.

Officers for the past year have been Ernest Peterson, pres.; Wayne Geisert, vice-pres.; Maxine Ruehlen, sec-treas.; Kathleen Brubaker, corresponding-sec.

Henry Kittell. special mailman for the college, will not he seen any more on the college hill mail route as the official postman. Henry says that he is retiring because of an eye injury, although he could serve in the mail service for five more years if he chose to do so. He is now going to retire on pension and settle back for a long rest.

Mr. Kittell rook his position as college mail route chief thirty five years ago in 1907 when Edward Frantz was president of the college. With the exception of six months in 1932 when he was acting postmaster of McPherson, he has served the college hill during this entire time.

He has carried mail for parents of children who are now in school and knows hundreds of alumni over the entire United States. He has received letters from many of these people and has made hundreds of friends among the students who

Assembly Meets hi First Church

Wednesday chapel was held In the church will small group singing and readings. The choir consisted of Geraldine Hedges, Ruth Shoemaker, Ann Wit more, Maurine Gish, Claude Johnson, Keith Burton, Claude Dadisman and Dick Mohler. Alvin Klotz accompanied them on the organ.

Various readings of scripture with suitable songs were read and sung. Ruth Shoemaker read a description of the picture “Christ Knocking at the Door”. Ann Witmore sang a solo. Maurine Gish read the story “He Took It Upon Himself.” This concluded the program. Claude Dadis-man led in prayer.

Beneath the soft glow of tropical blue lights and midst the gentle rustle of cocoanut trees, “M“ club members and their guests were delightfully entertained Friday evening.

Following the “Cocoanut Grove” theme the Blue Room of the Warren Hotel was tastefully decorated with tropical leaves and cocoanut trees.

Guy Hayes full of jokes and in his usual jovial manner presided as toastmaster for the banquet.

Verne Strickler, a former athlete of the school from Ramona, Kansas, highlighted the evening’s program with his address. Mr. Strickler told some of the experiences while he was in school, with high school athletes, and with his hobbies. Mr. Strickler has been a faithful follower of the Bulldogs this season attending nearly all of the home basketball and football games. The speaker paid tribute to the “M” club president by saying that Art was the greatest basketball player ever to play for Ramona High.

Short talks were given by Art Schubert and Coach Hayden. Coach professed his pride in the “M” Club and its progress. The club for the first time sent complimentary tickets for the basketball and football season to all former members. The club gave blankets to the seniors for the first time in several years. Three club initiations were held to admit candidates and in the fall a “Penny Carnival” was held to raise money. Coach said that there would probably be no football next year, but plans for a basketball season are being made.

Music for the evening was furnished by Dale “Rip” Ferguson and his “Swing Shifters”.

Lieutenant Ann Lee Buchen, Assistant Recruiting Officer for the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps, will appear on the campus next Wednesday, May 5. She is scheduled to speak with senior women who may consider Officer Candidate School of the Corps at one o’clock in the Conference Room of the Administration Building.

Russian Minister

Addresses Chapel

Today in chapel a speech was given by Rev. Basil A. Malof, a native of Russia. Rev. Malov spoke on the subject. "Russia and Christianity,” and of his experiences as the pastor of one of the largest Evangelical churches in Russia and of his experiences as an exile in Siberia.

Rev. Malof is the second of a group of two men who have come to us from Russia this year.

Rec. Commission Hikes and Picnics

Trudging away from the campus at 5 o’clock Wednesday afternoon, the Recreational Leadership Commission and guests set forth into the country about a mile and a half. The hike culminated in a picnic in a rustic spot known as Anderson’s Grove.

Twenty students and their sponsors, Dr. and Mrs. Bittinger, were in the party. They all joined in the fun of playing softball, devouring “goulash” and pop, singing, and listening to tales of African adventures.

Lucile Harris and Keith Burton are leaders of this commission. They both led several songs. Phyllis Reeves and Roberta Stinnette were in charge of the recreation, and Blanche Geisert, Muriel Lamle. and Betty Kimmel were the foods committee.

Count Byron de Prorok, brilliant archaeologist and explorer brings a thrill packed message to McPherson CEA on or about May 10. Dr. Prorok, advisor to Emperor Hailie Selassie and King Faud of Egypt, has spent much of his life in Africa and was in the midst of the Ethiopian and Libyan campaigns. He brings an authoritative description of this war theatre and a most revealing story on post war Africa.

Author of many books, his last “Dead Men Do Tell Tales” gave a descriptive delineation of Africa, the Ethiopian campaign and its effect on world geography. He continues this book in his lecture here bringing the picture up to the moment. He speaks not as a prophet nor analyst, but from factual knowledge gleaned from his friendships with the leaders of the African war theatre.

De Prorok comes to McPherson in place of the Hollywood Boychoir which will be unable to present their series of concerts due to the stringent Government regulations on transportation and due to the fact that Mr. Mitchell, the director of the choir, has been drafted. He will he presented as the final booking on this season’s CEA series on May 10, Convention Hall, at 8:00 o’clock p.m.

Three carloads of Interesting col-- lege talent Invaded high school halls of learning this week, providing the i schools with assembly programs and the college with a bit of advertising.

Wednesday morning Professor Dell packed Gertrude Connor. Betty Burger, and Eugene Lichty Into his car and headed for Windom. Little River. Geneseo, and Bushton. Miss Burger read and Miss Connor accompanied Mr. Lichty’s baritone solo.

Professor Fisher toured with the Girl's Quartet Thursday and saw the sights of Partridge, Pleuna, Lang-don and Pretty Prairie.

Today Leora Dobrinski, accom-panist, and Imojean Shelter, contralto soloist, performed on the stages of the Roxbury, Gypsum. Kipp and Assaria high school auditoriums. Dr. Mohler chaperoned the girls.

have passed through the portals of the college.

When the college put in the hardwood floor which is now on the floor of the administration building. Mr. Kittell made the remark that that was the third floor which he had worn out tramping in and out of the ad building.

Henry has had four daughters who have gone to school at McPherson College. All of them have either gone on through college in other schools or have taken a specialized training of some kind.

Henry’s hobby is singing and he has sung for forty years in church choirs. He served as the choir director of the Congregational church in McPherson for twenty five years.

College students miss the gray-coated mailman who knew so many of them as well as his own children. He says that he always knew the girls better than the boys because lenger than those who they sure did flock around him over college

at Arnold Hall when the mail came in. (the lucky guy)

The students and alumni will be sorry to hear that you have retired from the route, Mr. Kittell. A lot of. letters to Dad asking for * more money, letters to Mom complaining of homesickness, love letters, business letters, and news of sadness and joy have passed through your hands. A mail man has the privilege of carrying the stuff that puts many a man through college, and so from one way of looking at it you have sent many a kid through college. Slipping over that slick side-walk in winter and burning your dogs on the hot pavement in sum-mer must have been quite a trial at times.

Luck to you, Henry, and we hope that you will come out to see us | once in a while even if you are no longer the official postman of the

college.

Jarboe Goes To Camp

Russell Jarboe, popular sophomore of the campus, boarded a bus Sunday night for Civilian Public Service Camp in Santa Barbara. California Russell had made ap-plication for a deferment looking towards post-war reconstruction work. However, a slip-up occurred in one of the offices.

Through hard and concentrated study, Russell was able to complete this entire semester’s work.

Courses in plane trigonometry and college algebra are more popular with correspondence students than any other courses offered by the University of Kentucky depart- ment of extension.

Friday. April 30. Jr.-Sr. Banquet. Methodist Church

Saturday. May 1, s. C. M. District

Conference

Sunday May 2. College Women’s Tea. Mohler home, 3-5 p.m.

Monday, May 3. Negro singer, Chapel. 7:30

Tuesday. May 4. C. E. A. Concert. Convention Hall. 8:00 p.m,

Wednesday. May 5. Recital. Mc-Nicol. Chapel. 8:00 p._m.

Friday. May Senior Plays, Cha-pel, 8:00 p.m.

Lounsbury To Army

Purposing to enter the Army Air Corps, Ebert Lounsbury started a trip to the east coast last Saturday. Ebert expected to reach his destination, Boca Raton, Florida, today.

Mr. Lounsbury, sophomore this year in McPherson college, majored in physics and mathematics. Before entering the Air Corps proper, he was a member of the Army Air Corps Reserve.

Canned liquids are chilled without refrigeration in Africa. The cans are buried in the sand and gasoline poured over the spot. The rapid

evaporation of the fuel lowers the temperature of the cans’ contents.

New Students Enroll

Two new students filed through the registration rigmarole and presented the Dean’s pen with crisp matriculation cards this past week.

Barbara Holderread and Louise Sanger, both former students of Macollege, returned to study after dismissing their young students for the year. Though entering late in the semester, they hope to receive credit for several hours of work by independent study methods.

Alumnus Resigns Church Pastorate To Take Residence In McPiierson

McPherson College board of trustees has announced that Rev. Earl M. Frantz, of Grundy Center, Iowa, has accepted the position of director of public relations at the college.

Rev. Frantz will move to McPherson with his family as soon as satisfactory arrangements can be made with the lvester church in Iowa where he is pastor. It is hoped by the college officials that he can begin his work by the first of June.

Mr. Frantz is an alumnus of McPherson college, having received his A. B. degree in 1921. Since then he has received his A. M. and B. D. degrees. He is at present the chairman of the hoard of directors of the college, which position he has held for several yeras. He succeeds Rev. W. Earl Breon who resigned his position at the college in March, 192.

Reverend and Mrs. Frantz have three children, Rowena, Merlin and Byron. Rowena was graduated from McPherson College in 1940 and Merlin will graduate this spring. Byron is completing the eighth grade in school this year.

Speaking Choir Is Innovation

Miss Della Lehman. Professor of English, was in charge of the Easter chapel program. April 23.

Kenneth Wampler sung “The Palms” by Faure after which Miss Lehman read Easter poetry. ”Lo in the Crave He Luy” was sung by an S. C. M. quartet composed of Glenn Swinger. Conrad Burton, Raymond Slifer. and Wayne Crist.

An innovation in chapel entertainment and inspirational leadership was brought before the assemblage in the speaking choir from the speech class. They gave an interpretation of James Wendell Johnson’s “Crea-ion” taken from “God's Trombone".

Strictly ad-lib

Pean For The Printer

It’s not just right. but still ’tis true. There’s one thing all us fellows do, And that is blame the printer. He does his best with our poor help But all we do is stand and yelp. Then cuss and blame the printer.

We write our copy poorly, then To rend it is beyond our ken;

Yet we expect the printer ! To dope it out and get it right, Regardless of his time or sight.

If wrong—we blame the printer.

Queer happenings! We knew Spring had come to our campus, but we were surprised to see the way in which some of our feminine faculty members have been affected. There was Miss Wanda Hoover right out in broad daylight, down on her knees—hunting for hugs! That’s all right though—the truth will out—probably an ingredient for some delicious mixture, the secret of which she will hand over to her home ec girls.

“A friend in need’’—Milly Jones is learning of that epithet. “Billy” Saxton, upon learning that Davy is coming back for a visit before school closes, decided that, in order to keep from being campused then, the most feasible plan was to get cam

We hold our stuff until the last. Then try to run it through so fast We snow the printers under;

But still we camp right on their trail. And prod them with a woeful tale, And rant and roar like thunder.

They shoot it through, the proof we get.

And dern it all. it’s not right yet!

We chop the proof to splinters, It takes all day before he knows What all our marking on it shows— Lord help us and the printer!

—Author Unknown.

pused now ... so campused she is.

Milly, like a true pal. sacrificed her freedom to “Billy’s” enjoyment, so that Ruth might have company in her ostracizement. Consequently the two are now doing penance in solitary confinement.

Tut! Tut! Hillis! Maybe it wasn’t really swearing, but it shore sounded like more than mere ejaculations. And we were a bit astonished at I Prof. Hess when he smiled. Last week when our honorable English professor asked Mr. Williams a perfectly harmless question, he (Hill)

burst forth with “h - - -’’!!! Well, maybe we should give some consideration to the excuse that his eyes wandered and he read only a part of the sentence.

Stars Don't Twink—They Blink

Yawning away their span of life, the vast systems of stars are undergoing a slow process of “relaxation,” according to a theory presented by Professor Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar of the University of Chicago.

The stars’ manner of relaxing is different, to say the least. No masseur’s rhythmic pat—but the traffic on the heavenly highway slows down these stellar “bundles of nerves.”

“Any given star,” Dr. Chandrasekhar said, “because of occasional near misses while passing other stars, gradually will lose energy by deflecting slower moving stars from their paths.”

The system, he said, spend a ‘‘lifetime” becoming relaxed.

And what a life—10 trillion years for the Milky way, the scientist believes. Its present age is 3,000,000,000 years; still in kindergarten.

At the end of this span, he said, the system disintegrates —the stars slow down into conservative individualists drowsing away the years.

The spectator

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Maxfield Parrish Blue

There is one kind of calendar picture which is fit for anyone to gaze upon whether he be young or old, wearer or non-wearer of the cloth. That calendar is the one which shows on its upper expanse the pristine beauty and welcome departure from conventionality of a Maxfield Parrish landscape. I may be at little bucolic in my taste in art, but as far as a neophytic interest goes, I do not like the surrealistic attempts of many modern artists to interpret things as they see them. I like once in a while to look at a picture and interpret it as one of God’s own children must interpret it, and that is to look at it as Mother Nature made it.

Here is a landscape which has been taken by a man who must have had an intimate knowledge and acquaintance with nature. Except for the fact that he accentuates some of the colors a little too much, his pictures are a faithful reproduction of typical New England country with its fleecy clouds, richly foliated trees in either amber tints of autumn or green of summer, his long slender church spires and little mountain villages, his lazy winding country roads and his inviting pools and rippling streams. All tell a story of a man who possesses a love for things of nature, the bountiful and beautiful.

Now some will say that Maxfield Parrish is a painter of only what he sees, that his art smacks too much of the photographic, that anyone who can handle pigment on the end of a tuft of camel’s hair can do the same, that it takes no creative ability, and that it lacks the inspiration of true art. Well, what if it does? People like to be lazy about some of the things at which they look. They do not always want to try to catch the inspiration which moved the mind of some mechanistic maniac.

Maxfield Parrish has caught the eyes of more calendar gazers and has thus made himself more widely known than, perhaps, any other landscape illustrator in the country, simply because he created to the taste of the ordinary man. Parrish presents to this man the escape that he has always dreamed about but has never had the time to experience. Therefore, the observer looks upon this picture as a sort of a window' through which he view's a vista which welcomes one to a carefree vacation in a dreamland of scenic splendor.

We’re Fish In An Ocean Of Air

World airways for passengers and freight are no dream of the future—they are here already, declares Dr. John H. Frederick, professor of transportation and industry at the University of Texas.

“Transportation of armies and supplies by air, begun by Germany and followed by the rest of us,” Dr. Frederick explains, “will inevitably result in a revolution in world transportation.”

Dr. Frederick, who is also consultant on transportation for the national resources planning board, points out that only 40,000 planes of a size already constructed—the B-19—would be required to equal the whole cargo capacity of all ships of the United Nations. In such planes lies the answer to submarine dangers and convoy difficulties.

“The reason that so few planes can take over such a tremendous carrying job,” he explained, “is that planes travel 25 times as fast as the average merchant vessel. While the ship moves at 10 miles per hour, the plane is traveling 250 or 300 miles per hour.”

Dr. Frederick referred to a recent statement of Glenn L. Martin, aircraft manufacturer, who said that planes carrying 80 tons of freight, in addition to fuel, are feasible. A fleet of 8,300 such planes would replace all surface shipping, the expert noted.

Gliders, planes and pilots being developed in the war will have a place in the post-war transportation picture, too, he asserted. A “locomotive plane,” towing a half dozen freight gliders destined for different places, could drop off its cargo, glider by glider, without having to slow down or stop until the final destination was reached.

“It is clear that to keep the 30,000 pilots and the 1,000,000 mechanics at work—and we will have that many at the end of the w'ar—air will have to invade the heavy freight field of the railroads and the heavy cargo field of the international shipping companies,” he declared.

“And in the air age to follow this war no place will be isolated and no nation will know the meaning of ‘shortline . All places of the world are at the bottom of the same air ocean and anybody can get to you from anywhere else via this boundless road of air,” the transportation professor predicted, by A. C. P.

The President Speaks:

1.. There is the college that all of us have as our ideal for the future. It is the college that allures us and abQut which we keep thinking and for which we make plans and attempt to realize.

2. There is the college that our parents, our friends, and our benefactors think we are. This college may or may not be the real McPherson College depending upon how much they know about the college or how realistic they are in their thinking.

3. There is the college that the trustees, faculty, students and local people know by actual contact, observation and experience.

The first and second McPherson College may be the same but invariably the third McPherson is an approximation of one or two.

The deduction from the above is that the faculty and students have the high privilege and the honored responsibility of seeing to it that the third McPherson moves steadily but certainly in the direction of McPherson number one.

Liberal Education Is Not Luxury

‘‘Liberal education is essential to citizens of a democracy. It is essential to our citizen-soldiers in a war which requires initiative and intelligence. Technical training which is not based on liberal education will produce only robots. Robots cannot win the war or contibute to the peace; they can be only a menace to the nation.” University of Chicago President Robert Maynard Hutchins disagrees with those who believe liberal education is a luxury with which the country must dispense during the war.

To carry out the ancient rights of graduation, pastel gowned and black and white juniors and seniors will gather in the Methodist Church basement tonight to banquet and listen to the jokes of the toastmaster as he introduces Dr. R. K Molder, speaker of the evening.

At seven thirty o’clock, Methodist church ladies will start to place fill

plates on the tables. After the repast, the usual routine of vocal numbers, readings, and after-dinner chatter will take place. Dr. Mohler has been secured to speak to the banquet guests.

Eugene Lichty. chairman of the program committee, refuses to divulge further plans and program and banquet themes.

“General” On Furlough

Bob Burkholder, former McPherson College athlete and all round good fellow, has been seen on the campus this week. Boh was enjoying a ten-day furlough from his station in Texas during which he visited here and at his home in Octavia, Nebraska. Bob has been raised to the rank of corporal technician since his last furlough and seems to be quite proud of his stripes. The “general” says that the WAAC’s are moving in on him soon and that they may knock him out of his office job.

Many Girls Take Teacher Positions

Several girls have obtained posi tions as teachers in various widespread schools throughout Kansas and also some of the girls’ own home states. Some of the girls are Esther Kessler, who will teach at Grove, Kansas, Lois Farver, who may sign a contract to teach at a small school at her own convenience, as well as Lucille Murphy, who is considering a position near Garden City, Kansas. Dorothy Hubele will teach near her own home, at Rocksbury, Kansas. Gene Wychoff is contracted to teach at the Simpson High" School, north of Salina. John Johnson and Marjorie Goodfellow both have positions for next year. Other girls who have prospects that look very promising are: Dora Vandament, Delores Letke-man, Lenora Shoemaker. Helen Marie Taylor. Grace Giffen. Lois Stambaugh and Ruth Ickes.

Bulldogs Down Elyrians 9-1

Canines Show Power In Putting Clamps On Nearby Town Team

McPherson College Bulldogs added another victory to their record of three straight wins.

In a game with the Elyria softball team, the Bulldogs showed all of their power when they easily defeated the invaders by a score of 9 to 1.

Matson, staring pitcher for the Bulldogs, held the Elyrians practically scoreless for three innings when Schu-1 bert, veteran pitcher, took the mound. From that point on the game was m | ice with the Elyria boys garnering no runs.

Snappy playing on both sides in the infield and faultless fly nabbing by McPherson’s Jordan, Wessler. and Applegate made the game one of the highlights of the season.

Doctor’s Mother Dies

Dr. Slifer, manager of the Co-op dining hall, received word of his mother’s death on Monday of this week. Her funeral was held at the Nickerson church on Thursday. A number of friends were in attendance. The members of the Co-op and the family’s many other friends wish to extend their sympathies.

Dreaming under "the Indiana Moon" at Camp Lagro, Orrin Wolfe writes to let us know that for "the last two weeks I have been working in the kitchen and learning a little of the culinary arts. I go to work at 11:30 a. m. and work till 7:00 in the eve. It is a pretty good set-up as far as hours go for I have the forenoon off to listen to the radio, sew on a button or two, write a few letters, take a catnap or two, and also have some time to think of Mac. This morning when the black shadows were still around us and I was still in bed. I heard the pitter patter of rain drops falling on the roof. I said to myself as I lay there, My this is good for the crops, especially the oats.’ (I don’t mean wild ones, either.) The moral of this is that on rainy days we don’t have to go out and work; so who wouldn’t be happy when it rains?”

Today, we planted trees again, and the weather didn’t know what

to do. About every half hour it snowed for a while and for the other half the sun was out and melted the snow. We are planting locust pine, and walnut trees which vary from six inches to a foot in height.

“Within the last week there have been a dozen fellows leave for the dairy farms in Illinois and the next group will leave for farms in the state of New York. Then there are other fellows that want to get into I mental hospitals to work. They work about 12 hours a day as attendents for the patients. It doesn’t appeal to me in the least. By the time that I would be there a week I’m afraid that I would be a patient also; but if a person likes that kind of work.

1 guess that it is alright.”

"The fellows had a game of ball after supper this evening, and it was a lot of fun for a change. On other nights they have been playing basketball and pitching a few horse- shoes.

heard? Fergy is a student at University of Missouri! Ho was very glad to leave Jefferson Barracks, and I believe he likes Columbia, for be writes, "It's really swell here at M. U. We stay in real swell fraternity houses overlooking a golf course right at the edge of town. Those wide open spaces sure look swell compared to the congestion of ole’ screwy huts, etc. There Is a sorority house on each side of us. and the girls are all over. Besides that there are two girls’ colleges here with enrollments of 1700 and 300 plus 2000 at M. U. There are 1000 of us and 1000 Navy boys taking training. I'm glad I’m in Cadet training and not in the Navy.”

"We’re under strict hours here, even worse than you girls, there. It is 8:00 p. m. on week days and Sun. and 11:45 on Saturday. We just get part of Sunday morning and all afternoon. The main thing that gripes me is that you can’t even leave Columbia and I want to go to Jeff. City. (25 miles south). They aren't allowing us week-end passes, but we may get one about next June 48th, if we'll be nice little boys.” ‘‘Started classes last Monday. I got out of math and history but have to take military drill at 8:00 a. m., first aid at 9:00 a. m. till 12:00, military courtesies at 10:00—later on will have physics lab at this hour, English and public speaking at 1:00, 3:00 p. m. geography, and at 4:00—physical ed. Golly, that English is a pain. I thought sure that I was done with that junk last May. On Saturday we have terrific inspections and a parade. I will be here for five months and then will either go to Texas or California for preflight training.”

All letters to Don should be addressed as follows:

Pvt. Don E. Ferguson A. S. N. 17166S32 307th C. T. D. (air crew)

Squadron E University of Missouri Columbia, Missouri.

“The last month about half of the fellows went out to help the farmers husk their corn that they didn’t get out last fall. I helped about three weeks, and I was sure glad when I got in the kitchen. It was sure hard work in my estimation. It stood out in the weather all winter and it was flatter than a pancake. We had to go all day with our noses tied to our ankles; and every time we would straighten up it felt like a fellow’s back would break. The farmers claimed that the weather last fall was too wet which made it impossible for them to get in the field. One thing that I did like was the meals they served. One place the farmer bought each of the fel- lows a quart of ice cream and paid for the overtime that we put in.”

In conclusion, Orrin says, "I’d sure like to be back at Mac and have la lot of the good times that I had while I was there.”

All mail should be addressed: Orrin Wolfe,

Camp Lagro.

Lagro, Indiana.

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Remember Clancy Bunyan? That dashing, dark-haired and good-looking youth visiting on our campus recently hails from Mac College, Wichita, and M. Ruehlen’s. He is now in California and from that sunny spot he writes as follows:

"All my life I've heard about California, particularly Southern California, but never had I dreamed that it could be as delightful as this. Camp Los Prietos is located in the San Marcus Mountain range, which extends for about a hundred miles up and down this part of the coast.

The best way to describe the scenery is to tell of the trips we took going to and from the road project we just finished last week. At 7:30 in the morning we all go out and board our respective trucks to be off to work. Our particular project took us up a winding mountain road, that cuts deep and colorful gashes in the mountain here and there and winds across deep chasms and along sheer precipices to San Marcus Pass, where we can look down into the valley and see our camp snugly nestled beside a little mountain stream with the mountains flinging protecting arms maternally about the small group of barracks. Blue smoke lazily rising from the kitchen contrasts with the white cliffs behind the camp. From the pass we can look farther down the valley and see a cleared section here and there and the green and brown checkerboard fields of a farm with its orange grove, its few dairy cattle.

cozy little mountain home and green yard dotted with rose bushes and geraniums. Here and there the roof of a mountain lodge breaks the endless growth of thick shrubbery (hat cloaks the mountain slopes. On through the pass and beyond the slope of the mountain which tapers reluctantly down and finally expends itself into the level, fertile coastal plain with its bountiful citrus groves, its endless fields green with early wheat and brown from fresh tilling. Beyond the prosperous farms, the scattered oil wells and the sporadic cabin camps, picnic grounds and parks of the coastal plain, we can see the breakers of the blue Pacific rolling in slow motion, shining blue-green and white on the golden beach which runs unbroken into the northern horizon and south to the docks and piers of the little city of Santa Barbara, reportedly and understandably, one of the most, beautiful towns on the west coast. On down the fickle road we swing and finally out on the plain and down to the coast highway. Here we drive along the ocean, the huge breakers rolling to our left and to our right the plentiful plain eventually amassing itself into the' scenic mountain range. At length we turn East again and head into the mountains. This time we encounter a rugged and steep mountain road that is difficult and slow as it follows a rushing stream part way up the slope and finally breaks away to find a slower incline. As we climb higher and higher, a range of mountainous islands said to be about twenty-five miles or more out to sea comes into view; and the mystery enshrouding them intrigues us. Coming to the top of the range we cease to climb and drive along the ridge, which amounts to a high, narrow plateau, and resembles a huge golf links or picnic park. Huge, gnarled, knotted, picturesque live oaks are scattered casually and plentifully a-bout lovely green lawns dotted with beautiful little wild flowers and blooming bushes. Here and there a clump of languid lanky eucalyptus trees rise above the oaks. Occasionally the meadow dips into a delightful grassy glade; and as the truck rumbles through, a deer may leap up here and there along the road. (Deer are plentiful in closed season!) Culminating a two hour ride, we come to a stop; and amid all this heavenly bliss, amid the smell of wild flowers, the murmer of the breeze and the incessant melody of the birds, we dig ditches! What a life! This is indeed the most amazing country I've ever seen!

Like all of us who are away from home, Clancy hopes that he will get a letter soon, so come on. eds and co-eds, let’s write a letter and address it to:

Clarence Bunyan Camp Los Prietos Santa Barbara. California.

Just a brief P. S. from last week's hunting trip. What’s this that we hear about totem poles—carving of initials by Jordans Inc, Tut-tut— such childish tricks. After all such things aren't easily erased—they hope.

Leaving the Indians to their hunting we come to the favorite topic of the past week—-picnics— little picnics, big picnics, picnecks, picnics at Black Canyon, picnics in the cemetery, the kind of picnics we like to remember, and then the kind that Burton would like to forget. And then those picnics that only Klotz likes to go on. Easter vacation provided long nights for picnics, how long some of them were, only the graveyard knows.

Picnics are all right but when Saxton and Jones extend them into an all-night affair we are afraid of trouble, in more than down Texas ways. The boys refuse to give even an excuse, but Art didn’t get in till rather late.

Latest news flash—General Bob Burkholder Court Marshaled—Uses Commando Tactics on George Black Eye .Voth. False report was circulated that Voth was in sandstorm. Ur. warned Voth that he could have hurt his eye. But these are trying days after all.

Reports from the lovesick six-some or the Denver Darlings leave us only to believe the worst. We hear the mile-high city would make a good place for a honeymoon. Too bad the army has priorities—but iLichty has a Ford and gas.

First reports back from the deputation team find Connie missing his lambchops and Swinger thinking that the Hedges in Oklahoma are quite nice. Reports from Mac show that Merle, Alta, three tires, and

Klotz result in quite a shortage. Result: Klotz goes on picnic, Alta and Merle walk to town. Incidentally the Co-Op boys are enjoying the foodless picnic this week—well at least Reeves. Mushy Myers and a few more are. We suspect that Miss Neher is happy to have all the good looking boys around rather than the boys giving the good looking girls a break. If you haven't got enough of picnics yet. go and buy a can of green olives to remove the bad taste in your mouth, they might help.

Maybe Dayton really didn’t want to stay for the dance last week—-but, oh, says he, those blue eyes of Margaret’s were so beseeching. Consequently, hr hopped around, a bit. Margaret won this time, and it was alright. Dayton; but you’d better watch your “steps.”

There she was—surrounded, boys to the right of her, boys to the left of her—and she slipping, sliding down the roof. The “minute-men” were right on the job when they heard that blast from the whistle. Chris. Then Chris and Keith forgot their chivalry and left poor Jerry under the table in the Spec office. She, like a true athlete, took one look at her opposition and waded through, leaving the bodies of her besiegers scattered all through the halls of Sharp.

Gross, that name "Cannonball” seems rather fitting, considering the connection you seem to have with the army lately. What would Davy think if he knew you were going in for dentistry?

Kathie Brubaker is the recipient of a cocoanut from Boca Raton. Florida. Now her chief entertainment is sitting around holding the nut and thinking of Willie.

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Baseball Fan Bemoans Lack Of Enthusiasm

Great American Sport Needs Diamond Chatter To Add Color To Game

Is baseball losing Its color or is softball naturally dead? In the two college softball games this season that McPherson College has played there has been hardly any response of enthusiasm from either the crowd or the players on the field. Nothing of the old fire that makes baseball the great American sport is in evidence on the field during these games.

In the games that I have had the privilege of playing, both high school and semi-pro. there was a continual banter between players and crowd. The umpire had to take an occasional derogatory remark in his direction. The whole proceedure is Just part of the baseball language of America and It helps to make the game what it is.

Maybe all of this bickering that is a part of most games is not athletic ethics but is sure is baseball color, and it is what fans like. Probably the thing that checks this sort of thing in the ball games this spring is the fact that they are not a life and death conference matter. Were they a part of the regular sports routine with a full conference standing they would secure a much greater support.

But color or no color, softball is beginning to look as if it may have a definite place as the spring sport for the colleges in the Kansas Conference.

The nightmare of every generation of University of Oregon freshmen—ducking in the campus mill-race—has been laid to rest, hut not because of the efforts of yearlings. The student discipline committee outlawed the time-hallowed practice when the infirmary complained that it was housing many freshmen— and other students—who had caught cold from being dumped into the icy waters of the stream.

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Blonde, brainy, and beautiful are adjectives that describe that interesting senior, Jean Oberst, whose home is in our own town of McPherson.

Jean modestly wonders at the success of her college career. Yet she could tell of dramatic interests. She was admitted into the Thespian Club while a sophomore and since has been outstanding in that artistic group. She has served as president of the Club this year and directed that successful production, "The Man Who Came to Dinner.”

And Jean has been secretary of her class for two years and a member of the Women's Council for the same length of time, and this past year she has presided over their bi-monthly meetings. Miss Oberst has also placed on the Who's Who her past two years.

Home economics and chemistry interest Jean very much. As Jean is engaged, her major in home-ec will be put to practical use. How-

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dived Into the pool. Three girls, namely. Marilyn Sandy, Willodene Argo, and Wilma Fae Kuns, have passed five tests successfully. Phyllis Reeves and Ruth Miller have completed four, while seven or eight others now are the musters of at least three of the arts of swimming ns set forth by lender, Mary Slifer. On account of vacation there was no meeting of the swimming club last Monday; however, the swim- mere will be back at the "Y" next Monday to do some more splashing.

fans. “Maybe it is.” Girls, who are bravo enough and persistent enough to take up the practice on this ancient weapon find themselves with bruised fingers. They are learning how to "pull the strings”. They meet every Friday at 7:50. Ambitious creatures!

..... Glance their many-twink-ling feet”. Orchesis members are working on the interpretative dance.They are working on one carrying out the idea of “Cinema". Some of the characters involved are "brats,” lovers, and "old maids". Preparations are also being started for the May Day dance.

.....but it's a game quite similar and It’s great sport, say W. A. A. girls as they come in hot and tired from a strenuous softball bout. Last Thursday the two teams into which the girls have been divided played the first all-feminine official tournament of the year. Jerry Tharrington and Ruth Huxman were the captains of the two teams. After a fierce battle the score stood 12 to 9 in favor of Jerry’s group. Other games will be played in the near future.

points we’ll have by the end of the season, chant loyal Outing Club members. This evening Outers are invited to Miss Audrey Hammann’s home to participate in a variety of activities. Pop corn popping, piano playing, singing, etc. are some of the kinds of fun promised by Miss Hammann.

The girls are soon going to be making plans for the overnight hike which they hope to take in the near future.

The highway from the United States to the Panama Canal is virtually complete except for gaps totalling 140 miles in Costa Rica.

Paint is now being packed in specially-treated paper containers because of the metal shortage.

The charge for a full day’s care at British government nurseries is 25 cents per child; for the poor the service is free.

National youth committees are financed by the British government to oversee the welfare of young people between 14 and 18.

Despite a steady growth in population the United States in 1940 had fewer children under 15 than it had in 1920.

ever. Jean thinks that she will go farther into the line of chemistry. At least, until her fiance has finished serving our country.

That “mighty little minister”, "Mel” Fager. attended Pratt Junior College two years, transferred to McPherson College in his junior year,

Melvin came to us with a commendable record which included the assistant directorship In his college band, singing in the college choir for two years, and being chosen the out- standing boy In his class during his last year at Pratt Junior College.

At McPherson Melvin has continued his noteworthy achievements. Last year he was a member of the Steering Committee which is the governing body of the Student Ministers’ Organization. This year he has been active as a student minister and has served as president of the International Relations Club.

Enthusiastically and fervently, Melvin follows the Christian call. His major in philosophy and religion is preparing him for a life of work In home missions.

Although he will work for a time after graduation at Davenport, Iowa. Fager plans to continue his study in some seminary.

Melvin has won many friends at school; and they assure one that “the better you know ‘Mel’, the better you like him.”

I quote “Doc” Williams, editor of the Spectator, who anticipated my questions and volunteered information. "But I can’t play boogie woogie.”

“Doc” has run up quite a record in his four years on our campus. He claims membership in S. C. M.. Choral Club, Thespian Club for two years, and A Cappella Choir. Mr. Williams is Prexy of the Pep Club,^!Treasurer of the Senior class and of the Boys’ Dormitory.

Plans for next year: More school at the University of Wisconsin. "Doc“ rated a scholarship, you know.

In hunting Arlene Cavert, anyone who knows the lady will look first for John Mingenback and then if he fails to find her will go to the home ec lab. One of these alternatives is sure to he right.

There is no mistaking Arlene. She is a small girl with a diamond on the fourth finger, left hand. She assists Miss Wanda Hoover this year and has her major in the home ec department. Her minors are English and commerce.

Arlene plans to teach next year but as yet does not definitely know where. She is an accomplished cook as well as a seamstress—but she’s already reserved, hoys!

And since John Mingenback spends most of his time following Arlene, we’ll extend that pleasure to him here too. For the information of the students who were not here last year and haven’t learned to know everyone this year -John is the tall lad who came back to M. C. for more chemistry credits second semester. First half of the school year John attended Kansas University Medical School. He will return there this summer for further study.

John, who now resides In McPherson. came to us from St. Benedict's School at Atchison, Kansas. Here at Macollege he has majored in chemistry and has a minor in biology. John’s specialties seem to be tweed suits and Arlene Cavert.

who so willingly and diligently spent their time and cooperated so well in preparation for the “M" Club Banquet. It could never have been quite the success that it was without your help.

Vacationers Travel Far And Wide

Gerry Hedges opened her home to friends over Easter vacation. Mary Slifer, Gayle Tammel, Lucile Harris, and Gerry spent the weekend in Drummond, Oklahoma.

Betty Kimmel and Violet Bollinger ate from the Dobrinski board with the Dobrinski family Easter Sunday morning. Leora played hostess.

Ann Witmore spent interesting and enjoyable days in Udel, Iowa, visiting "friends.’’ Melba Parris sent some things along for her parents

Who should be back on the campus but Bob Burkholder, former basketball and football player of McPherson College on a ten day furlough. Bobbie will be long remembered by present day students as that speed king in a basketball or football uniform.

The baseball season is now a few days under way, and all the names of the younger men are missing from the box scores of major league teams. While looking through the sports section of a nationally known newspaper I saw the picture of several stars, and not one of them was younger than 38 years. Some of these veterans were Carl Hubbell, giant pitcher, Freddie Fitzimmons, Rollie Hemsley, and several others.

Many of the younger men now in the majors have been unable to pass their army physicals but are still playing baseball.

As each week passes more interest is being stirred by softball. The hoys of the Bulldog squad are ready for games, but with school nearly over there can be only a few of them scheduled. If the present enthusiasm continues, it may lead to several colleges playing baseball next year. Most of the colleges can not or will not have competitive football. Why then couldn’t the western and eastern Kansas Conference schools play baseball in their respective divisions, then later have a play off between the champions?

There is hardly a transportation problem for such short trips. With the dismissal of football from the budget, a baseball team could he equipped with comparatively little expense.

I wish to take this space to express my profound gratitude to all those