November 20 Iqc.
I have a story to tell. It is a story of
strangely brave people who lived over three
hnSd years ago. Strangely brave becaus
it is hard to understand in a modern world
jet planes and atomic-bomb fear that peopl
(mnld travel so far, suffer so much an
be so thankful. It is a story of a simple fait
and of a world-shaking adventure
The story began in England. It began De
cause a small group of people wanted freedoim
The kind of freedom they wanted was the
kind we have-a right to kneel in church or
stand; to chat or speak openly of a pe^sona
God. These people wanted freedom of wor
They thought and decided to leave their
homes and go to Holland. Pilgrims they were
called because of their pilgrimage of taith.
Holland, they found, was a country with
customs very different from their own. Their
children played on the dikes and fated on
the canals. Their children began to be Hutch-
men. , ^
This was not the freedom the Pilgrims
wanted. They thought and decided they
needed a new world—a new world that was
clean; one that they could make into their
There was such a world. It stretched tar to
the west—no one knew how far. But an ocean
full of dragons and black whirlpools lay be
fore them. They thought and decided they
should go. . , 1 n
The ship was small. The sails looked thin.
The Pilgrims looked up at the sails and farthei
up—to the sky. , .i- -i 'niio
The storms slashed at the thin sails. The
Pilgrims ate little and drank little. They
looked up at the torn sails and farther up—
to the sky.
One day they saw land. It was the new,
clean world. The world that would be theirs.
The Pilgrims landed on a rock. It was gray
and cold. The cold air made their bodies
stiff, bAt they knelt. There on that Plymouth
Hock; they knelt and did not look back at
the tattered sails on the ship.
That winter was fierce, but the small group
of people built rude homes and filled the
cracks between the logs with clay. They
made a church and tried to forget that they
Spring came and the new world ivas green.
The people cut trees and made fields—fields
that were black with clean soil.
The copper-colored men gave them seeds of
corn to plant in the black soil. The Pilgrims
were warm and happy and knelt in their
The corn grew and the fields turned green.
Autumn came and the fields turned brown.
The corn was stored in the houses with clay
filling the cracks betw'een the logs.
The Pilgrims knelt in their church and
thought. They must give thanks to God for
their freedom and their bright yellow corn.
The men killed turkeys and the women
boiled com. The children played around the
long log tables.
The copper-colored men came and they all
sat around the feast tables.
The Pilgrims clasped their hands and looked
up at the sky.
Letter To The Iditor
I fored this seme.ster and we hope
. . , ,1 ’ tr, tiaifp at least one next semester.
Tt is pleasing to note that there to na^e at leasi c
Those of us in physical education
is an interest and a demand for
more modern dance on campus.
We argee with the editorial that
modern dance is an ideal way to
use and develop creative talent.
One of the main purposes of edu
cation in general and especially
education in a libera! arts college,
is to develop individuals with in
quiring minds. Dance furnishes a
situation where one can develop,
through group and individual work,
ideas using the fine arts medium
closest to a person—his own body.
Every effort is being made by
the administration and the Physical
Education department to include
more dance in the curricnliim.
Square and folk dance is offered
this semester and, while not allow
ing as great creative opportunities,
does certainly give rhythmical train
One modern dance class is of-
would be the first to admit that
our dance program is not adequate.
We must, however, work within the
limits of time, staff and space.
The importance that modern
dance holds in the eye of the Col
lege administration and the Phy
sical Education department is ap
parent in the fact that modern
dance is maintained as a require-
By Phoebe Hall
The grandfather clock in the living room
struck five. I got up from Daddy’s red leathe,
chair and started slowly up the steps. It hjj
taken five o’clock so long to come, and al
afternoon I had been impatiently waiting fot
the time that I could start getting ready.
• Twice I had run up the steps and started
the water in the tub when Mother had re-
minded me that it was much too early to take
a bath and, that I would be dirty again lij
the time to get dressed.
Mother had been feverishly sewing all week
in order to finish my dress. It was blue or-
gandy and had rows and rows of frills all tie
way down from the waist to the floor. Mj
first long dress!
I had stood like a statue for hours ivkile
she fitted it on me, afraid to move, breath
or speak because one little tuck might becoms
That afternoon, Mother had rushed to con-
plete the finishing touches and, as I ascended
the steps, she followed, carrying the precious
blue dress in her outstretched arms away froii
her body so she wouldo t wrinkle it.
Mother helped me bathe and take the papet
curlers out of my hair. Slowly I began topi
on the long stiffened petticoats that coverti
my hoop. The moment had come. Cautionslj,
Mother held up the skirt of the dress so I
could slip under it, and in a few moments!
Mother arranged me in the back seat of tb
ear with my dress taking up the full wii
of the seat and my hoop popping straijlt
up in front against the back of Daddy’s neck
In a few minutes we were there and I w
hurrying up the back steps and entering
We hope that modern dance will ^
have a more firmly established realm of twenty-five nervous, chatteniu
place, both in the classwork and
extra-curricular phase of our phy
sical education program. We hope
the students here will continue the
demand for modern dance and will
manifest the interest necessary to
make it an established part of our
Elizabeth Ann f oUett
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By Bobbj Kuss
The hopscotch game from meri
dian to parallel has centered lately
on the mystery of Harry Dexter
White in our own United States.
Republican Attorney General
Herbert ' Brownell received charges
that the late H. D. White, Assist
ant Secretary of the Treasury and
important policy-maker under the
Roosevelt - Truman administrations
was a spy for Russia. He asserted
that former President Truman pro
moted White from Assistant Secre
tary of the Treasury to U. S. Exe
cutive Director of the International
Monetary Fund in early 1946 de
spite F. B. I. reports branding
White a Russian spy.
Mr. Truman was besieged with
questions and replied to Mr.
Brownell’s accusation in a speech
to the nation on Monday night.
He gave an account of his actions
in the case and likened the accu
sations (implicating himself and
even the late Chief Justice Vinson
as betrayers of the U. S.) to Com
munist tactics of the party in
power framing and slandering the
He referred to the situation as
rising from pure party politics
“McCarthyism” as the very things
undermining our American prin
ciples of democracy.
Many E. B. I. reports and testi
monies before the House Un-Am
erican Activities Committee took
up the days following. It has be
come no longer Brownell vs. Tru
man, for more and more facts have
entered the case. The issue of
Harry Dexter White and anyone
concerned with him promises to he
the center of the biggest political
controversy since the 1952 elections.
In the realm of “may the best
man win” there were many sur
prises. In the mid-term elections
the Democrats won the mayorship
of New York City (Robert Wagner,
Tr.); governor of N. J, (Robert
Meynor); and U. S. Representative
from 6th District, N. J. The Re
publicans won every contest in
Philadelphia and the judgeship
seats in Chicago. The mid-term
elections for Senate and House of
Representatives come in 1954. These
njid-mid-term elections initiate a
question as' to how successful will
the Republican party, which swept
the country with its bipartisan
candidate in ’52, be in the ’54 mid
The U.S.S.R. replied in no un
certain terms to the proposal for
a Big 4 powers meeting in Lugano,
Switzerland, Russia will not even
consider it unless: (1) The West
adandons the European army plan;
(2) The West dismantles the NATO
alliance and the global network of
air and naval bases; (3) the West
agrees to include Red China,
This response via a note to the
three Western power’s ambassadors
in Russia also indicated the foreign
policy objectives of Russia’s new
leadership: to remain highly armed;
to give away nothing of what
Stalin took; to capitalize on the
improved Communist position in
the Far East.
The U. S. and Britain seem to
he continually undermining each
other to the benefit of their ene-
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rphictant young off-spring.
The schoolhousp smelled faintly of
tonic, shoe polish and gardenias. The
applauded as we inarched soldier-like onto i
-stage to take our places, the hoops of om
full-length organdy dresses bumping agamst
each other and making it hard for ua to sit
I nervously twisted my handkerchief
stared out into the sea of smiling,^ sniiw
parents who had come to hear their little gih
and boys perform.
I finally spotted Mother by her lavend#
voile dress. She and Daddy were in thethi
row of the middle section. Daddy, cateto!
my eye, winked twice and held up three
which were our secret signal. It didntni^
any particular thing, really, but just to-
ever we wanted it to mean. ,,
I was almost at ease for a minute m
Becky, my best friend, suddenly poked
the side twice and whispered that there w#
three more pieces, then it would be her ti#
to play. I was frozen right there, for
Becky played, it would be my turn.
In the third row, middle section, I
leaned over to his friend from Columhi*
had come to go fishing with him and
“That’s my little girl in the blue dress,'
the kind of whisper that carries so ®
a country school auditorium. „
Then it was time for Becky to play^ ®
denly I felt a commotion beside me **
turned to look, I felt the bottom frill or®
dress departing as Becky jumped up;
between the two long rows and disapp®*^
behind the thick brown folds of curtain
lines the deep wide stage.
I gulped hard, wanting to follow my ^
behind the curtains. My eyes were
tears, but somehow I managed to
the dim form of Mrs. Simmons from *
stage signalling me to go ahead and P“f j
Slowly I got up, marched to the cenW
the stage and recited: “I’m goin’t’ play ^ ^
of the Wee Polk’.” Settling myself o®
piano bench, I tucked the trailing ruf ^
neath my feet and played. An hour 1>W'’
we happily marched off the stage, I hear ^
Daddy whisper again, “There ! That’S my'
girl!” : '