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DECEMBER, 1963 THE MARY POTTER GAZETTE PAGE SEVEN On The Literaiy Scene Essay International Control of Outer Space ^ Short Story Money Isn’t Everything By Joseph Colson Man’s conquest for adventure and his curiosity about unexplored lands and territories has led him to his greatest conquest—that of outer space. At tliis moment thousands of scientists are woking hard to ward landing a human being on ihe moon, setting up colonies there, ind maybe in the future beginning K lunar civilization. But, as on earth, more than like ly some selfish, power-hungry in dividuals, leaders, or countries will attempt to monopolize this new frontier. Some form of control must be set up now, before the first human sets foot on that un known terrain. Many suggestions have been made, but no real progress has been made in this direction. The most popular of these suggestions is an interna tional delegation, similar to the United JNaiions, wnich would at tempt to control the conquest and man-made happenings in outer space. This delegation would set tle any dispute or handle any agree ment made on the use of tnis new adventurous resource. Representation would be by countries involved or not involved actively in space travel and space “XDloration. As new countries be- Book Review By Cyril Bibby Throughout the world, many men are infected with the virus of prejudice against other men simply because they happen to be of a dif ferent race or color—a hatred that often erupts in ugly violence. What are the reasons for this action, and what can be done about it? In this authoritative volume com missioned by UNESCO, Dr. Bibby traces the growth of racial discrimi nation and discusses the emotion be hind it. This book, which presents the biological facts about the divisions and variations of mankind, is the perfect guide to the subject of race for teachers, parents, social work ers, and citizens of all wallcs of life. “Dr. Bibby has carried out his difficult commission so well thai his book should be widely read and have a considerable influence . . . The author writes with a sure touch about the divisions and vari ations of mankind, and he is par ticularly effective in exposing the unreality of so many generaliza tions about racial cliaracteristics ... The book is admirably arranged in short chapters, dealing briefly but lonvincingly with a variety of is- iues, including the ideology of ho^ iian equality; the idea of racial inequahty; the motive power of words, and the “tangled roots of prejudice.” To cover so much dif ficult ground, the author has had to select rigorously, but he has chosen his points well and skill- fuUy.” —Ernest R. Bibby come interested in rocketry and aeronautics, they would be encour aged to apply for membership, and thereby become new members of the legislative body. Representa tion by all interested countries in stead of those actively involved in the exploration of space would be necessary in order to prevent a con trol of power by one political group. This type of organization would encourage more peaceful uses of outer space and discourage any de structive or offensive moves by any nation. Think for a moment and try to visualize some events that could happen without such international control. In order to dispose of nu clear trash, nations may orbit it around the earth, thus introducing a radiation hazard to all. The use of some orbited space craft as a missile site is also highly possible. One might think of several others that are just as frightening. An international control over space might prevent these events, but such control is in the hypo thetical stage. Where would civili zation be now, however, if it had not been for hypotheses and “way- out ideas?’’ As Jennie Moore swept the floor, she began picturing herself as a rich girl who lived an extremely luxurious life. Ever since she could recollect, she had hoped that some day her father would come into an enormous sum of money. She was in college because she had received a scholarship for her academic achievement in high school. Her parents could not afford to pur chase expensive clothes for her. She had told herself that she could nev er be as poor as her parents. She envied Gertrude, her best friend, because her parents had ma terial possessions; yet, she adored Gertrude and considered her ex- tremelv friendly. She only wished that she possessed exquisite clothes. Sometimes she wondered why Rob ert, her boyfriend, wanted her to be his girl. Perhaps he adored her intelligence. She was an “A” stu dent, and most people considered her personable. Suddenly she re alized that her mother was calling her. “Jennie, will you wash the dishes for me?” “Yes, Mother, I will be there in a few minutes.” She finished sweep- iiig the floor and went into the tiny kitchen. As she washed the dishes, she asked, “Mother, do you think that I should get a night-time job?” “Well, Jennie, it would be nice if you could get a week-end job. Working every night is out of the question.” “But, Mother, I’m positive that I can work at night and do my school work also.” “Nevertheless, my dear, that will be entirely too much on you; you are not a machine.” “Oh, Mother I have just got to DON'T AND LET TIME BOOKS become a PROBLEM By Arnethia McGhee have some money! I can’t bear the idea of being penniless. I just can’t!” Running to the room, Jen nie made an effort to complete her homework. She was too disturbed, however, to do it well. She de cided to go to bed and relax. The next day after school, Jen nie looked for a job, but did not have any success at securing one. She walked to Gertrude’s home and told her how interested she was in securing a job for every night of the week Why do you want a job every night of the week?” asked Ger trude. “I need a lot of money.” “You don’t need that much money, I’m certain. Why can’t you accept a week-end job?” “A week-end job will not be suf ficient. I want beautiful clothes.” “Why can’t you be satisfied with what you have? You have an ex cellent mind, wonderful parents, and an extremely refined boyfriend. What more could you want?” “Money, is what I want, Ger trude.” “Alright, Jennie, do what you desire. I’m not going to debate with you. Money, however, is not the only thing in life—believe me!” Jennie continued to seek a job the following evening. She walked and walked until she became utter ly exhausted. She decided to go to the record shop and listen to some music. While there, a tall man about 35 years old strolled up and asked, “What is your name?” “Jennie Moore.’’ “I am Augustus Williams, the proprietor of that night club across the street. I come here ocacsion- ally looking for girls who would like jobs as nightclub dancers. Would you be interested?” “I certainly would, Mr. Williams. How much do you pay?” ‘ That depends upon how well you dance.” “Oh, I’m an excellent dancer, al though I might need a few practice lessons.” ‘You can start to work tomor row night for $100 a week. I will have someone there to show you the routine dances that you are to per form. How does that sound to you?” “Oh, that sounds wonderful.” Tipping his hat, the man walked away. The next night and every night Jennie worked as a night-club dancer. She worked diligently. “Now I have money,’’ she thought, “I can purchase beautiful clothes.” When she received her grades, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She an “A” student was now barely pass ing. She telephoned her boyfriend ^ AJWJ. OiiC C Corner I Mary Potter I Means Many Things 1 M—is for the many times we’ve slaved. I A—is for accuracy we’ve j made. j R—is for rapture we’ve I recorded. } ^—is for the years together i we’ve shared. • • i ■ B—is for pleasure we’ve had. O—is for obligations we share. T—is for time we’ve spent. T—is for the tune we almost quit. E—is for bitterness we some times have. R—is for remembrance we’ll all share. A CHILD’S HYMN God make my life a little light. Within the world to glow. A little flame that burneth bright, Wherever I may go. God make my life a little flower, That giveth joy to all Content to bloom in native bower, Although the place be small. That helpeth others to be strong, And makes the Singer glad. God make my life a little staff. Whereon the weak may rest. That so what health and strength I have may serve my neighbors best. God make my life a little hymn of Tenderness and praise; Of faith that never waxes dim, in all his wondrous ways. Class S-C A BETTER WORLD If we could just stop a moment each day And think of others that come our way. Of world crises and other things as well. Things would be much better in the world in which we dwell. We dwell in a world of troubles and fears. Which can not be settled by hys teria and tears. But by sound reasoning and great minds. And a substantial agreement that binds. Brenda Strater CHRISTMAS When on a night He was born to save us. He was the son of God And his name was Jesus. And on that night The night of his birth; There came wise men from afar That brought Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. And every year We worship that day. We sing and rejoice And arc happy and gay. Now we remember Jesus was born to save us. We have a special name for that day; We call that day Christmas. Alpha M^ Peace I’M A TEENAGER I’m what they call a teenager. In a restless age, adults say. When youth are hard to manage. And always want their way. When primping, dressing and grooming Are uttermost in our minds. When singing, dancing, and dating Are major interests of our kind. Grown-ups speak as though they have never trod. This youthful road of life; Where adolescents take the stage. And capriciousness replaces strife. This is a changeable age, we know, Of this we greatly agree. Give us time, love and patience. And from this age we will soon be free. Carol Payton IF If I were like God above Created for everyone to love; I’d make the day shine bright So that it would be dark at night. If only I could make the sky blue I’d make evcr>’one’s love for God be true. I would do my very best To let the wonderful people rest. If everyone were wonderful and kind With love and care and peace of mind, I would give everyone his golden wings. To make him happy so that he could sing. If only I could do all these things. The world, I hope for, would al ways be spring. If only the people were never bad. The world would be sweet and good at last. Lillian L. Holman, 7-G THE SEASONS There are four seasons. This season is fall. Next season is winter. But that isn’t all. There arc two more seasons. One of them is spring. That is the season When you hear the birds sing. The next one is summer That’s when we’re out of school. But we have to go back To learn the golden rule. Marjorie Smith 6-W to discuss the situation. “Robert. I hadn’t imagined that my grades had fallen so low.” “You really should try to get a part-time job,” he replied. “Never,” cried Jennie, “I’ll just have to work harder on my home work.” Angrily, she replaced the receiver. That evening Mrs. Thomp son, one of Jennie’s teachers, said, Jennie, your grades are extremely low this period. I’m going to ad vise you to relinquish your night time job, and put more emphasis on your school work. You may leave now, but please concentrate on what I’ve told you.” Every' day that Jennie left the campus, she woud go directly to the night-club. She soon began to miss classes. Due to lack of sleep, she often overslept, and her work suffered. One morning her mother said, ‘ You have an excellent mind, Jen nie, but you’re allowing it to go to waste. Don’t you know that money im’t everything in life? You must think about the entities that the future holds for you.” “Mother, I don’t know about the future. I’m more concerned with the present.” “That is just it,” her mather re plied. “You don’t know, but at least you can prepare for the fu ture to make it as beneficial as pos sible.” That Saturday, Robert came to see her. “Jennie, do you intend to be a dancer your entire life?” ask ed Robert. “Robert, please! Don’t you start trying to change my mind.” “I am only trying to help you, Jennie. Can’t you see that? Has money made you lose your values. You don’t seem to think about me anymore. You’ve 'orgotten the pl^s we have made, n. ven’t you ?” “Robert, leave me alone!” Alright, Jennie, I’ll leave you alone. I see that you will never be able to love anyone but yourself and money. You have changed much. You were once sweet and intelligent, also grateful when peo ple tried to help you.” “Yes,^ Robert, I have changed, and I like it that way because now I have money and can get what I want.” ‘ Maybe you can, but you have lost me because wealth is not im portant to me, but a personality is. Before you changed, you possessed all the qualities I admire in a young woman. “I see that I could never live my life with you now, because you might do anything for money. “Good-by, Jennie.” Go ahead, I don’t need you or anyone else.” That same evening Mr. Williams telephoned Jennie. “Hello Jennie, I’m sorry, but 1 have discovered a girl who will replace you. You seem to have lost your luster. Some thing is missing in your dancing. You once had that certain ‘some thing,’ but it is gone.” “Oh, you can’t do that, Mr. Wil liams. I need that job and how I’ve sacrificed for it!” “I can do it, Jennie, and I am doing it. You are discharged now with one week’s advance pay.” After a futile search day after day for another job replacement, Jennie realized that she should not have relinquished college and pos sibly her future. She knew that she had to and must correct this error soon. She picked up the telephone and called Robert. When he answered, she realized what a thrill it was just to hear his voice over the wire. A thought came to her, “If I could only see him.” Quickly allowing her mind to re turn to the issue at hand, she said, “Robert, this is Jennie. I would appreciate it greatly if you would come over and talk with me. Oh, Robert, I’ve lost my job, and I am very unhappy.” “Now, you need me. Maybe I don’t want to come over.’’ “Robert, please grant me this favor; I’ll never ask you to do any thing else.” “All right, Jennie. I’ll see you in two hours.” The sound of the doobell made her feel wonderful. She opened the door with pleasure. “Hello, Rob ert, I’m so glad to see you.” “Hello, Jennie. Nice to see you again! So you’ve lost your job. How does it feel to be without See money ox Page 9
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