10 THE DIAL And they stopped to converse a moment before con- tinuing on their way. “Do you know, Rabbi,” said the first, “there is one passagefromthescrolloftheProphetIsaiahthathu stayed by me longer than any other. I have often read it before and thought of it long, until now it rarely leaves me... Show more10 THE DIAL And they stopped to converse a moment before con- tinuing on their way. “Do you know, Rabbi,” said the first, “there is one passagefromthescrolloftheProphetIsaiahthathu stayed by me longer than any other. I have often read it before and thought of it long, until now it rarely leaves me." “Which one?” “This one: ‘Unto us a child is born; unto us a son is given, and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Coun- sellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. The government shall be upon His shoulders, and of the increase of His government there shall be no end.’ " The Rabbi instantly replied, “It is no wonder that you should remember those words. They are full of hope and promise, and there are times when I feel that they are very near their fulfillment. But speaking of marvellous things, have you noticed anything strange in the Heavens? For two nights now a new star has appeared, seeming to move in the direction of Bethle- hem.” “Is that so unusual?” the other asked. “You forgot to mention that the star was one of the largest and brightest ever seen in our skies.” He stopped abruptly as if listening for some faint sound. “Hark! what was that?” “What? I heard nothing!” “I thought I heard strains of wondrous music from far away across the plains." Both men stood listening in rapt attention, for there was no longer any doubt of the sound which had stirred their interest. It seemed to them the most beautiful mu- sic they had ever heard. And as they listened, a heaven- ly radiance shone ’round about them, a benediction of glory. The Daystar had arisen. God had sent His light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of His people, Israel. ELISABETH THOMPSON, ’36. Show less
18 THE DIAL She knew it was blue because Alice had whispered that much to her in school the day before. It was hard for Clara to see anything over the top of the sleigh because of all her wraps; but by twisting her head in a certain direction she could see one bright little star twinkling in the... Show more18 THE DIAL She knew it was blue because Alice had whispered that much to her in school the day before. It was hard for Clara to see anything over the top of the sleigh because of all her wraps; but by twisting her head in a certain direction she could see one bright little star twinkling in the early evening sky. This made her think of her piece, and Jesus with His mother. Suddenly she sat up very straight. She couldn’t re- member the first line! Her heart stopped for a second; her throat felt dry; her head seemed tight. All at once, however, the familiar lines came back. Of course. she couldn’t forget those words which she had repeated so often. They had become almost a part of her. The church was reached at last. Many other teams were standing about in the churchyard. The horses were all covered up with blankets and were hitched to short posts. As Clara entered the door, she found Alice waiting for her. They hurried to the front of the church to take their places with the other boys and girls. Clara looked about her with eyes full of wonder and delight. At the front of the church stood the tall Christ- mas tree with its branches nearly touching the ceiling. At its top was a great big shiny star and around the foot were piled the gifts, big and little boxes. Across the front of the church were the glittering words: “Glory to God in the Highest . . .” “Why,” thought Clara, “that’s my piece. The words look just like those of the angel’s song turned to silver.” The program, the minister’s voice as he read the Christmas text about the shepherds and the angels, the songs and the exercises all entered Clara's little brain as whispers in a dream. When she heard her own name called and knew that it was time for her to give her little piece, she became cold and shaky all over. It seemed like such a long way from her seat to the platform. The church looked large and filled with strangers. Clara felt Show less
32 THE DIAL Laughing Boy. By Oliver LaFarge. Houghton Mifl’lin Company. 302 pages. 1929. This story about some Navajos is built around the theory that white civilization and religion have disturbed and destroyed native Indian happiness. There are a number of realistic touches which come close to... Show more32 THE DIAL Laughing Boy. By Oliver LaFarge. Houghton Mifl’lin Company. 302 pages. 1929. This story about some Navajos is built around the theory that white civilization and religion have disturbed and destroyed native Indian happiness. There are a number of realistic touches which come close to the truth of things among the Navajos as related to encroachment: of civilization, enough, perhaps, to justify the bestowal of the Pulitzer Prize upon this novel that year. How- ever, its proof of the old romantic theory of the good fortune of the “noble savage" is far from convincing. The story is interesting and well told. It centers in the tragedy of Laughing Boy’s unfortunate love~exper~ ience, unfortunate because of white influence and inter- ference. The method of entering the stream of conscious- ness of this Indian and seeing things from his point of view is largely used and managed well, so that much that is real in the life of the Navajos today becomes an in- tegral part of the life of the character. The style is po- etic and picturesque. Although valuable as an interpretation of certain phases of Indian life, including even some of the deeper and more serious tribal religious beliefs, one finds, in looking back and weighing the whole matter, that the sympathy of the author for these latter beliefs shades his interpretations with a very strong shadow of the old sentimental idea that savages are far happier if left alone with their own ancient racial beliefs and ideas of life. These are so much better for them than Christianity— a radically false religious conclusion. In spite of such a serious defect, this Pulitzer Prize story should be worth reading for values that are there concerning Indian life. Balance it with Cooper’s “Path- finder.” P. A. SVEEGGEN. Show less
26 THE DIAL though he soon had an appointment, he would try his hand at guessing and summarizing. “In the first place, I’m not yet far enough removed from it to know just what the trip did to me. Perhaps I never shall be, either. But a few impressions I know it did make on me. “I was made... Show more26 THE DIAL though he soon had an appointment, he would try his hand at guessing and summarizing. “In the first place, I’m not yet far enough removed from it to know just what the trip did to me. Perhaps I never shall be, either. But a few impressions I know it did make on me. “I was made startlingly aware of my being only a little bee in a great big hive. Yet I saw in a measure how I compare with the other bees and how we can make honey. “I never realized the world was so full of differences. And neither did I dream that it was so interrelated and unified. “I saw how habit enslaves men. Each in his group, he has gotten into a rut and there he often remains. So with nations and races. As their forefathers, so they live and think. Yet a radical leaven is trying at present to burst the enslaving crust. “I discovered that people are not going to change their opinions or lives because I argue that they ought to. But if I help them to find what they really seek or need. I may accomplish something.—I have a presentiment telling me I may not always abide by that discovery when the rebel in me rises. “And men! I used to be optimistic about them and consider them inherently good. But they are more sham than reality! “But I said I had an appointment. That reminds me—I wonder how I’ll ‘make out’ tonight. These stu- dents are a puzzling bunch. They seem to live in a dif- ferent realm than I do. In many respects we don’t see the same world: confusion would separate us. Oh well, that condition can’t continue; one or the other of us will weaken—But I’m late already.” * i 0 Out on a turbulent North Atlantic a ship is careening about, steadily ploughing toward Europe. On its upper deck in a reclining chair is Peter, his face to the breeze. He gazes ofl" into the horizon. Even there the waves are Show less
28 THE DIAL that good, grand-fatherly concern plus emphasis on scholarship and individuality? . . . “Whew! look at that whale spewing forth his ‘Old Faithful.’ Wouldn’t it be thrilling to shoot harpoons at those lubbers! “Talking about ‘spewing forth.’ I was almost wishing I could do that in a... Show more28 THE DIAL that good, grand-fatherly concern plus emphasis on scholarship and individuality? . . . “Whew! look at that whale spewing forth his ‘Old Faithful.’ Wouldn’t it be thrilling to shoot harpoons at those lubbers! “Talking about ‘spewing forth.’ I was almost wishing I could do that in a final and conclusive Way with some of those disappointments. unnecessary frustrations, cheap and idle talk, and unsolved problems that entered the life at Platonia. . . . Yet, I suppose that even the nega- tive is needed to help furnish content to life. . . . One can’t think about those things out here on this vigorous ocean, under that vast dome of shuttling blue. He's got to be strong and positive! “ ‘Well, Mr., what did Platonia deposit with you?’ If those inquisitive ladies at my table should ask me that question tonight, how would I answer? . . . Hm . . . Might not be amiss to think about that. . . . Did Platonia teach us how to think? . . . Maybe so. But what about? . . . ‘Whatsoever things are true, . . . honest, . . . just, . . . pure, . . . lovely, . . . of good report, if there by any virtue, . . any praise, think on these things.’ . . . It would be difficult to forget those words. . . . Platonia did believe that some things endure and have value. . . . And the foundation of those, she said, is Christ. . . . So that was Platonia! . . . Hm. . . . I guess I never thought that out very clearly before. “What was the counsel we received graduation night when President Page handed us those diplomas? . . . In Life the Highest Aim is Truth. . . . Truth, he has always maintained, will make one free. I believe we all seek liberation, at that. . . . But to get a glimpse of that truth is certainly an obstac1e~filled assignment. What was it termed by that friend of mine?—An excruciating as- signment! . . . But the perception of that truth in its complete form. . . . I Wish I were capable of that! Also, what should be said about putting that truth into prac- tice? . . . And then some people imagine they have noth— ing to do in life! Show less
THE DIAL 15 Editorially Speaking MONG the worthwhile books that repose upon our library shelves undisturbed ex- cept for the stackboy’s occasional visit in their vicinity We find Ernest Dimnet's “The Art of Thinking." I read this with delight during last summer’s enervating weather and found that... Show moreTHE DIAL 15 Editorially Speaking MONG the worthwhile books that repose upon our library shelves undisturbed ex- cept for the stackboy’s occasional visit in their vicinity We find Ernest Dimnet's “The Art of Thinking." I read this with delight during last summer’s enervating weather and found that the suffocating heat of a Minnesota sum- mer was not equal to separating me from its sparkling passages. I commend this book to all who are not only interested in cultivating that part of their lives which we call the in- tellectual, but who are also interested in prac- tical intellectuality. This book diagnoses the obstacles to thought, then offers a remedy, and finally, presents a discussion on “Crea- tive Thought”. It is not a treatise written for literary people, but a method by which high- principled men and women can strengthen their thinking capacity and broaden and deepen their influence. it t It This leads us to another thought. Can the college parasite think? One wonders at the ingenuity involved in escaping from the in- stitution's requirements and still maintain a rose-petal like innocence. Surely a lot of na- tive capacity and ability is misdirected! The doubt has arisen in my mind because as much labor is involved in getting out a task as in performing it. But we ought to pity the poor fools who spend four years and several thou- sands of their parents’ hard-earned dollars in becoming parasites. There is a close affinity between moral qualities and thinking capacity that we often refuse to acknowledge. Jesus stated a profound educational truth when He declared that Truth has the power to set the personality free. The parasite ’can think, but through choice he prefers rather not to, and the repitition of this choice, continued long enough, will render him incapable of thinking. ll! * i The “Jazz Era” is about over in the world. The stock market debacle in 1929 has had some very far-reaching disturbing effects upon so- ciety, but it did serve to bring us somewhat to our senses, and now we can look back upon that period with a shudder as we see how close we were to the abyss. The picture of 7,500.000 ‘ jobless men provides a dangerous background for bacchanalian feasts, for somehow we can- not get over the uncomfortable suspicion that we are our brother’s keeper. There is enough darkness in this night of depression to subdue the most blazing of our flaming youth. And it is on the dark nights that the lights of home bring most assurance to our hearts. * t :0! For nearly a year I have gazed at the back of Will Durant’s The Story of Philosophy and looked forward to the time when I could settle down peacefully in a comfortable chair, with- out any disturbing elements without or with- in, and establish an acquaintance with the thought of man. I often yearn for an educa- tional system that would allow one complete freedom in reading what one likes and still maintain a high standard of scholarship and mental discipline over us. There is always a struggle between that which is useful and that which is liberal, or enjoyable. For the useful bears fruit, and the enjoyable “accrues no- thing of consequence beyond the using." To read Durant now would be enjoyable—to read him later in a philosophy course would be use- ful—but not enjoyable, yet it would then be useful to have read him when he was enjoy- able—Oh, what’s the use! O O i “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones”—so it shall no doubt be with the Dial. We hope that our readers will be merciful and overlook its many shortcomings and that some “good” it may contain may remain uninterred. “Interpretation” THREE men watched a sea gull fly. One noted with a practiced eye Its genus and its family And classified it instantly. The second thought; ’Tis like a soul That, soaring o’er life’s tossing sea, Rests not until it gains its goal The other shore—eternity. The third still keeps in memory A white bird wheeling gracefully Above dark waves that vainly try To reach the cloud-flecked azure sky. MAURICE HELLAND. Show less
You and I The you of you is what the I of me Sees in that soul-light of your eyes Which sometimes breaks through mist to seek its prize, 01' in a joy-clear pool of gladness lies. The you of you is what the I of me Feels in that pressure of your hand Which answers surely all my weak demand With... Show moreYou and I The you of you is what the I of me Sees in that soul-light of your eyes Which sometimes breaks through mist to seek its prize, 01' in a joy-clear pool of gladness lies. The you of you is what the I of me Feels in that pressure of your hand Which answers surely all my weak demand With words unspoken, for you understand. The you of you is what the I of me Hears in the loved tones of that voice Which, singing, speaks, and, speaking, sings those choice, Aureate words, that make my soul rejoice. The you of you is what the I of me Finds in that wonder of your face Which holds the tranquil light by which I trace The lowly beauty of your spirit’s grace. The you of you is what the I of me Knows in that beating of your heart Which makes my own with throbbing pulses start, For we are two, yet each of each is part. GRACE JENSEN, ’33. Show less
22 THE DIAL studentshadtochoptheirownwood. Hemreminded of Rolvaag’s grand phrase, "There were giants in the earth in those days.” the soap boxes; a row of mirrors of various shapes and dimensions; a worn strip of linoleum on the floor. That was all. And yet, what a pleasure it was to get down... Show more22 THE DIAL studentshadtochoptheirownwood. Hemreminded of Rolvaag’s grand phrase, "There were giants in the earth in those days.” the soap boxes; a row of mirrors of various shapes and dimensions; a worn strip of linoleum on the floor. That was all. And yet, what a pleasure it was to get down there in the morning and to talk lightly and jokingly with the rest of the fellows before beginning the day’s work. That was one of the things he liked best of all—-liv- ing with so many young men, associating with them, be- ing friendly with them. It was fun to have them come into one’s room to chat a while or to sing lustily while someone played the old, wheezy organ. What a grand feeling it was to be alone and independent, an equal among equals, a man among men. . . . Roger leaned back in his chair and looked out across the green campus. A sense of deep contentment swept over him as he watched the vast, fiery sun sink slowly behind the gables of West Hall. J OHN STENSVAAG, ’36. Despair. . . Gray dust of pain That burned itself to ashes, Thus. Pale remnant of A crimson hope that flashes Once, Like roseate fire, burning, yearning, Across life’s sky— To flame and die. GRACE JENSEN, ’33. Show less
THE DIAL 15 where he could see the top of the desk. When he saw the destruction the ants had made, he gave a gesture of des- pair and shouted, ‘Hae, baba! Bookos! Bookas!’ The little fellows had made a rather thorough job of that con- fession. We had the beginning of it, but there was no... Show moreTHE DIAL 15 where he could see the top of the desk. When he saw the destruction the ants had made, he gave a gesture of des- pair and shouted, ‘Hae, baba! Bookos! Bookas!’ The little fellows had made a rather thorough job of that con- fession. We had the beginning of it, but there was no signature.” “Word spread throughout the court that the confes- sion had been eaten by the bookos. The simple aborigines who had been brought in to Witness against Kalu abso- lutely refused to testify. They said the Spirits were with Kalu. He could not be guilty. More afraid of the Spirits than of man, they admitted that they had been bribed by the vakil to appear against Kalu. I questioned the boy, and he protested that he had been attacked in his house and had been forced to sign a paper, an hour before the sirdars came to take him away to jail.” “I gave that vakil a bit of my best, both in English and in Hindustani, and told him I would take steps to have him disbarred from practice. He merely looked up at me with a bland smile, and asked, ‘Who can appear for the prosecution, when the gods appear for the de- fendant ?’ ” “A week later Kalu’s wife reappeared. She had sud- denly decided to visit some relatives in a distant village in the jungle.” ~ The old Commissioner shook off the ashes from his cigar and pointed toward the tennis screen. “I have a great respect for bookos. The gods send them.” BERNHARD A. HELLAND, ’18. Show less
8 .___THE DIAL TheNorMandononeformysefl.whiehhedid.and,u hemiwiththegmtestpleuun. He said he had many personal friends in Minneapolis. among whom he mentioned Kristofer Jansen. He asked me to tender them his kind regards. Ind in order to save time I take the liberty to do so through The North. J.... Show more8 .___THE DIAL TheNorMandononeformysefl.whiehhedid.and,u hemiwiththegmtestpleuun. He said he had many personal friends in Minneapolis. among whom he mentioned Kristofer Jansen. He asked me to tender them his kind regards. Ind in order to save time I take the liberty to do so through The North. J. J. Snowmen». Munich, March 18. 1890. Stanza... I did not seek. Love came to me At evening, in the place of prayer. Its birth was pain and ecstasy— The first wild flutterings of a bird Before its beating wings have stirred The pathless air. GRACE JENSEN, ’33. i gi [W3 - Show less
THE DIAL 5 We are very much puzzled by the “Button Moulder” in “Peer Gynt.” What is meant by that character? “You may take him for a common adventurer.” Would it be beneficial to abolish the state church in Europe? “Yes, it would be just as beneficial for Europe as for America. It would introduce... Show moreTHE DIAL 5 We are very much puzzled by the “Button Moulder” in “Peer Gynt.” What is meant by that character? “You may take him for a common adventurer.” Would it be beneficial to abolish the state church in Europe? “Yes, it would be just as beneficial for Europe as for America. It would introduce more honesty and truth into the different relations of life.” Some Scandinavian-Americans try to maintain their language, customs, etc., as long as possible in America, while others are trying to become Americanized as fast as possible. What is your opinion on that subject? “They will naturally become Americans at all events. Even when a German settles in a Scandinavian country he and his descendants become Scandinavians; the Scan- dinavians in America will undergo a similar change still more easily.” By what means may the Scandinavians be saved from being swallowed up by their stronger neighbors, the Rus- sians and the Germans? “It is unthinkable that the powers should disarm under the present circumstances, for no one dares take the lead. Still I do not think any war will give Russia or Germany a chance to swallow up the Scandinavian nations in such a manner that the latter will lose their national existence. In my opinion the different nations of Europe will some day form a league or union some- what similar to the United States, and in that case not only the Scandinavians but also the other nations would be ‘swallowed up’ by the union.” - What do you think of the last elections in Germany? “There are so many parties that it is difficult to fore- see the practical results. The government may secure a majority on a certain question by means of one combi- nation, or another by means of a different combination. The gains of the Socialists is what might be expected, for the masses are becoming more and more independent by learning to think for themselves.” Show less
THE DIAL 19 very small and wondered if she could run down again without saying her piece. All at once she caught sight of mother’s face smiling and nodding to her. Clara forgot the big church, the crowds of people, her shaky knees. Why, this was just like speaking at home. Now she must remember... Show moreTHE DIAL 19 very small and wondered if she could run down again without saying her piece. All at once she caught sight of mother’s face smiling and nodding to her. Clara forgot the big church, the crowds of people, her shaky knees. Why, this was just like speaking at home. Now she must remember to speak “loudly and clearly.” Almost of their own accord the words seemed to come: “Glory to God in the Highest, on earth peace, good- will toward men.” Clara sat down again in a glow of satisfaction. Moth- er had looked so pleased when she had finished. Clara knew Father would be pleased too. MARGARET STEEN, ’37. Myself I am and have been, since the first hair came out of my head, one of those little red-headed, freckle—faced boys whom so many make the object of their jests. Being one of them, I have to live up to the many general character- istics they have. You, as well as ninety-nine percent of the people, have heard the red-heads tell how they dislike their hair. Well, they are telling a falsehood usually referred to as a “little white lie.” Of course, there are a few who actually are disappointed with that rusty color, but the large majority of them are proud of it. It is the truth, however, that we dislike hearing our- selves referred to as being quick-tempered. Many people say it is the truth that hurts. Personally, I am a little doubtful of that statement in this case. It is also said that we are stubborn, in fact, extremely stubborn. I have often during these nineteen short years Show less
12 THE DIAL was fortunate in stepping right into the household of the former magistrate, who had just gone home on long leave. You remember old Staley 1’" he asked nodding to- ward me. “He was not so old at that time, but he al- ready had acquired his liking for the aboriginals. All his servants,... Show more12 THE DIAL was fortunate in stepping right into the household of the former magistrate, who had just gone home on long leave. You remember old Staley 1’" he asked nodding to- ward me. “He was not so old at that time, but he al- ready had acquired his liking for the aboriginals. All his servants, except Abdul, his Muslim cook, were Santals. Staley always contended that they were more faithful. though he admitted that they were of a slower turn of mind than their Aryan neighbors." Several of the younger officials, who had heard Steph— enson’s voice through the window, came out and joined our group. “My attention was drawn to a stalwart young San- tal whom Staley had hired to assist the gardener. He seemed to be brighter than the average, and upon inquiry I discovered that he had learned to read and write fairly well, there at the Zila school. Sometimes while the gar- dener was away, I would see him take a small book from his shirt pocket, and sit down in a bit of shade to read. I grew fond of the boy, and never mentioned his little trick to the gardener. He should really have gone on to school; in fact, I was on the point of talking to him about it.” The mali I had called came up with a tin of kerosene and poured it liberally down the ant holes. I saw that his lips moved as he worked. He was no doubt telling those ants what kind of people their ancestors had been. “Yes, he should have gone on to school,” repeated the Commissioner. “But then some village woman with a marriageable daughter fed him a mess of rice with a who- knows-what kind of potion in it, and the end of the mat- ter was that he married the girl. I used to see her around the compound sometimes, picking up fallen twigs for fuel. A pretty little girl she was, and for all I could see, very industrious. They seemed to get on very well together.” “One morning, some months later, Kalu, for that was his name, came in to my office. A glance at him showed that he was all upset. He threw himself down, clasped Show less
THE DIAL 25 Peter returned to Platonia the following year as a sophomore. Again he was immersed in football. But this year his interest in literature was more noticeable. By what he termed a stroke of fortune, he was elected editor if the newly organized literary magazine. Young men interested in... Show moreTHE DIAL 25 Peter returned to Platonia the following year as a sophomore. Again he was immersed in football. But this year his interest in literature was more noticeable. By what he termed a stroke of fortune, he was elected editor if the newly organized literary magazine. Young men interested in literature and intellectual pursuits were the fellows with whom he cared most to associate. And though he knew nothing about literature, he was elected president of the P. E. L. literary society. All was not “collegian” and “rosy” for Peter, how- ever. His contact With these different activities and their programs created a problem for him. What were his real interests? Were they predominantly athletic or literary? He asked himself: “Am I really justified in spending my time and energy so lavishly on the game of football? The fans, the newspapers, championship ban- quets, and all the ‘ballyhoo’ folks tell me, ‘Of course you are’! But do they know what they’re talking about? I didn’t come here to be converted into a professional actor, nor to burn up three hours daily in chasing about a field, purposely or otherwise. I can get adequate exercise with- out having it on such a grand scale. “N 0, I’m no longer going to waste time in that man- ner. I’ll pursue activities that harmonize with my other interests. Football is of the past!” So Peter’s gridiron career was stabbed to the heart by Peter’s own hand. is * * Three years passed before school was again resumed for Peter. During that interval he had answered the ancestral urge to see “life and the world.” This adven- turing had made him a confectionary clerk, a drug clerk, a sailor, a teacher, and whatnot. Nevertheless, the com- pass he used brought his ship back to Platonia. Most of Peter’s former schoolmates were graduated. Of the few that remained was Marvin. Peter liked Mar- vin. So one evening when Marvin asked him, “Just What did you derive from your travels?” Peter promised that, Show less
Dependencies Rivers are mighty. And yet they flow Down to the deep am, Where they must go. The mighty ocean Reeds sun and moon. By whom it is drawn, By night or noon. The earth and the sea, The moon and the sun, With each other in tune, Their courses run. At the center due, Encompassing all,... Show moreDependencies Rivers are mighty. And yet they flow Down to the deep am, Where they must go. The mighty ocean Reeds sun and moon. By whom it is drawn, By night or noon. The earth and the sea, The moon and the sun, With each other in tune, Their courses run. At the center due, Encompassing all, Pulsatimw of power Aye rise and fall. Of the whole plan, No mind can tell; But that it is good, The heart knows well. The heart has been told: I And many have heard, From days of old, The life-giving Word. Show less
THE DIAL What do you think of the prohibition of the liquor tramc? “There is something objectionable about all such com- pulsory measures. It compels people to abstain. but it does not do away with their desire to drink. and therefore it does not make them better. Only that which a person does of... Show moreTHE DIAL What do you think of the prohibition of the liquor tramc? “There is something objectionable about all such com- pulsory measures. It compels people to abstain. but it does not do away with their desire to drink. and therefore it does not make them better. Only that which a person does of his own free will is of any account." What do people here think of Dellinger?‘ “Among scholars and the higher classes he was highly respected on account of his great learning; but common people do not know much about him.” How are you satisfied with the manner in which your works are received in America? “I am very much satisfied. indeed. The Americans treat me with great courtesy, speak highly of my works, send me any amount of papers containing criticisms on my works, etc.” Whom do you consider to be the greatest English poet? “Well, my acquaintance with the English poets is not thorough enough to justify me in passing such a judg- ment.” When I left he said he would be glad to answer some more questions in case I had any such to make and in- vited me to call again at eleven a. 1n. today. When I met him this forenoon he admitted that he was very busy with his next work, but declined to give any information on that subject. I immediately availed myself of his kindness and commenced to question him again as I did yesterday: Will the complete emancipation of women materially improve human society? “This question is so vast and difficult that I would not try to answer it in a few words only.” Does your family live here at present? ‘ Born February 28, 1799. died January 10. 1890. Professor of theolo at the University of Munich and the most learned Catholic theologian of h a time. He claimed that the popes have sometimes been mistaken. and on account of this heresy he was excommunicated trom the Roman Catholic Church. [ a.» A -~ 1; .. .A 1.. .5 4-. i: ‘ -.- Jr'- -*‘r‘ Show less
THE DIAL 13 my feet, and started to wail. ‘Saheb,’ he moaned, ‘she is gone. I cannot find her. All yesterday I searched for her, but I cannot find her.’ ” The old Commissioner stopped to take a drink. Even with the monsoon breeze, the eve- ning was sultry. “I told him to get up on his feet and let... Show moreTHE DIAL 13 my feet, and started to wail. ‘Saheb,’ he moaned, ‘she is gone. I cannot find her. All yesterday I searched for her, but I cannot find her.’ ” The old Commissioner stopped to take a drink. Even with the monsoon breeze, the eve- ning was sultry. “I told him to get up on his feet and let me have the whole story. But there did not seem to be much of a tale. He said he had awakened in the morning to find her missing. She had not taken away any of her extra clothes, nor any money. He had visited her home and had inquired among her relatives, but had found no trace of her. I dismissed the poor fellow with a. promise that I would instruct the sirdars in the district to be on the watch for her.” The Commissioner continued, “The incident had drop— ped from my mind, when one evening, about a week later, the head gardener came in and told me that Kalu had been arrested and was on trial for the murder of his wife. His father-in-law had sworn the complaint against him and he had been lodged in jail. It was rumored around the town that Kalu had signed a confession admitting his guilt, and it seemed there were witnesses ready to ap- pear against him. Everything considered, Kalu seemed to be in danger of being sent to the Andaman Islands. The documents in the case had been deposited with the court and the case was on the calendar for the next day.” “ ‘Case Court Number Four hogea,’ ” added the gar- dener, as he left. “Court Number Four was Bipin Babu’s, but since it was a case of alleged murder, I knew it would automa- tically be transferred to my court. I did not relish con- demning the poor fellow to the Andamans for life. But that is part of your job, you know.” The old man sud- denly became grave, as though he remembered a whole host of unpleasant cases where duty had compelled the difficult. « “After chota hazrz' the next morning,” he continued, “the chaprassi brought me the court calendar for the day. I glanced down the list. The first four cases were Show less
