Indiana Boys' School Herald, vol. 22, no. 27, July 22, 1933

              TheIndianaBoys' School Herald. VOL. XXII NO. 27	PLAINFIELD, INDIANA, SATURDAY, JULY 22, 1933. $1.50 PER YEAR Duane Wolfe, Company Nine, Finishes Sixty-Five Weeks Clear. Mr. Deward H. Doub had charge of the Sunday program on July 16 and had a special treat for us. Mr. Doub is teacher and Athletic Director at the school at present. The boys on this program were all small and were from Companies Elev­en and Twelve. The Superintendent entered, saluted and the band broke in "Project," a march. When the band had finished playing, Dr. Dill told us to rise and we repeated the pledge. After this Dr. Dill told as that we had something in store for us and we could just about guess what it was, for there were two young ladies on the platform. The opening song was "We Will Con­quer the World For Jesus." In Mr. Doub's last program, the boys told what they wanted to be when they grew up. This program was arranged in about the same manner. The first recitation was by Robert Clark. Robert gave that old favorite by Robert Louis Stevenson, "The Lamp Lighter." On the last program of Mr. Doubs' Earl Applegate had ambitions to be a sprinkling cart man, but the past three months seem to have wrought quite a change in his aspirations, for now, in "The Conjurer," he tells us of how much he would like to be one of those personages and the things he would like to do. Ralph Butler thinks that as the wea­ther is cool, he had better remind us that "It is July." Now came what we had all been waiting for, the two young ladies. It was announced that Miss Barton would sing and Miss Beldon would accom­pany her on the piano. Miss Barton sang "Spring Is In My Heart," and a "A Little White House Of Our Own." These songs were all thoroughly en­joyed by the boys and they would like to have had her sing all day. The ac­companiment was well rendered, also and we thought that was good. When the recitations were again re­sumed, Dewey Turner gave "The Cal­ory Chant" as an opener. We all know too well the aversion all mothers have to nicknames and their demeanor when they hear their one and only Percy or Clarence called by a more fitting or ridiculous nickname. This was told to as by Billy Goodman, in "Mothers Vs. Nicknames." Wayne Jackson told us of the two young men who were put to a test and how both won in "The Wise Potentate." The boys were again delighted to learn that Miss Barton and Miss Beldon had consented to sing and play. We all enjoyed their last song, "Waltz­ing In A Dream." and we hope to have Miss Baton and Miss Beldon with as again soon. The weekly cadet record was read and Company Five equaled their record of last week with 18 boys to zero. Company Nine flashed up with Duane Wolfe 65 weeks clear, and a clear record. The closing song was the usual one, "Forward March." and after the usual procedures we went to our barracks. CAMPUS LIGHTS. Captain James L. Glaacock, teacher and military director, was away from the School from Saturday until Tuesday to be with his nephew, Carl Glascock, who was seriously ill. Carl is assistant engineer here at the school. Mr. C. P. Tansey, foreman and relief officer was away from the school all day Thursday. The threshing being over on the farm the next thing to be done is to bale the straw. This phase of the work was commenced Wednesday. Mr. Kirk finished working on the bed for the new Ford truck last Tuesday and delivered it to the farm, ready for use. Captain J. L. Cilasock started on his vacation last Wednesday. Captain a teacher and military director at the school. Mr. Lee McNeff, the new asststant plumber, is just now helping Mr. Lange in his work. Mr. Lange is trimming the grass by the edge of the side walks. He says he will soon be getting the greenhouse ready for winter. Mr. Tansey was reported to have been seen going past the hospital without chewing on a piece of bread. This is the truth, believe it or not. Mr. Frank Patrem has had his boys at the residence of our shoemaker, Mr. Filo Hill. Mr. Patrem has redecorating some rooms there. Miss Barton and Miss Beldon, who sang and played for us, were guests of Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Higgins for the weekend. They arrived Saturday morning and left Sunday evennig. They are both students of Central Normal College, at Danville. The new song books were in the Companies boxes when they went to Chapel Tuesday noon. Mr. Stanley announced that we will take each song until we can sing it and then go on through the book. An eye-doctor was again at the Institution Wednesday and many boys went over to have their eyes examined. Mrs. Klein is preparing a list of new books which have been obtained since the catalogue was made out. This list will be put before the boys soon. Sled and Broomstick Give Pilot First Taste of "Flying". When I was younger I flew quite lot—in my basement. I had a private plane of my own which I had named Jenny. Jenny was a sled. I would at upright an the sled, my feet on the rudder bars, with a broomstick between my legs, and practice flying by the hour. At first I took only short flights but, as my confidence and skill increased, the flights became longer. So you see I was not exactly an amateur when I decided to take a coarse of instruction. With such a background, I considered it necessary to have the best Instructor that could be obtained. I made extensive inquiries as to what Indianapolis had to offer in this respect. All were agreed that Robert F. Shank of the Hoosier airport and Lieut. Maxwell at the Municipal Airport were the two best in the game. It was pointed out to me that Bob Shank was one of the four original air mail pilots and Lieut. Maxwell was an army flier. I decided to learn from both of them. Maxwell could show me how it was done in the army and Shank could show me how they managed it in the air mail. In any flying course there are certain fundamentals to be learned and sometimes that seems like drudgery. Even as a baby must learn to crawl before it can walk, so must a flier learn to "taxi" before he can fly—"taxiing" being the aeronautical term for handling the ship on the ground. Aside from taxiing, there is the necessity of understanding just what it takes to make an airplane fly, the action of the controls in flight, the principle of the radial motor (if your ship equipped with that type) and a thorough knowledge of Department of Commerce regulations governing airplane flight. These fundamentals are very important and must be learned before you can fly a plane yourself. As we stand along the fence at the airport and watch the filers handle the ships on the ground, it looks ridiculously easy. They merely appear to speed the motor up and move across the field with little or no effort. As a matter of fact, it is a job of no mean proportions to keep the ship on a straight course, at least for a beginner. I found that out to my embarrassment, that I had greatly underrated the problem of taxiing. While the meachanics were preparing the plane for flight, Lieut. Maxwell explained some of the fundamentals to me. My lesson for the day was to consist of taxiing the plane, followed by a short period in the air during which I was to experiment with the controls on a get-acquainted basis. The lieutenant promised to keep me out of trouble. Handing me a helmet and a pair of goggles, Lieut. Maxwell escorted me outside the hanger and pointed a dramatic finger at a long cone-shaped canvas bag mounted at the peak of the hangar roof. "That is a sock." "Indeed,"I said. "And isn't it rather large?" "Large, but important" says he, fixing me with a stern eye. "You are about to learn that socks have other uses than covering your feet. That sock shows the direction of the wind, and you always take off and land into the wind. It may look large from here, but (continued on page four) Evening Bible Readings For I.B.S. Boys. From July 24 ro 30. General Topic: Winning with a few." Monday Gideon Commissioned, Judges 8:11-14. Tuesday Gideon's Humility and Caution, Judges 11:15-34. Wednesday Gideon Attacks Idolatry, Judges 6:25-32. Thursday Gideon's Army Sifted, Judges 7:4-8. Friday Gideon's Conquest, Judges 7:13-23. Saturday Gideon's Faith, Hebrews 11:32-40. Sunday A Song of Praise, Psalm 96. F. J. Beisel, Chaplain. CURRENT EVENTS. WASHINGTON. President Roosevelt issues executive order delegating to Secretary of Agriculture Wallace all the powers contained in the industrial recovery act relating to the handling of milk, tobacco and all foods and foodstuffs, except those provisions relating to the hours of labor, rate of pay, etc. This was done to clarify the relationship between the Recovery Administration and the Farm Administration. In cable to Secretary of State Cordell Hull, head of the American delegation, President Roosevelt sharply reprimands the Economic Conference for its dilly-dallying and reminds the conference that its bounden duty 13 to alleviate the worlds ills. At the same time he criticizes the gold bloc for their insistence on stabilization and reiterates his firmness against hitching the dollar to the pound and franc. Later, be asks them to keep the Conference going. GOVERNMENT. Under the government's new policy four main home naval bases will be developed—two on each coast. But the Great Lakes Naval Training Station is being closed. These are moving days for a lot of government bureaus, agencies and units in Washington, due largely to the reorganization program and the rapidly growing emergency agencies. Comptroller General Raymond McCarl rules that non-civil service jobs to be filled by the industrial control system of the national recovery act will be subject to the 15 percent salary cut under the economy act. Economy will cause Uncle Sam's Weather Bureau to close 23 of its 200 stations. FARMING. Even the popcorn industry is popping over with a big surplus. So the nation's popcorn farmers have taken steps to curtail this year's production. An almost unprecedented heat wave throughout the country causes severe crop losses. New high temperatures and rainless records were established in many sections during June and early July. Bureau of Agricultural Economics forecasts smallest crop of wheat, oats, rye and barley in a generation. Because the winter wheat crop is the shortest since 1904 planters may not be required to reduce their 1934 acreage. PEOPLE. Admiral William V. Pratt, chief of Naval Operation, retires and is succeeded as active head of the United States Navy by Admiral Witham Harrison Standley. Practical Need For Music Now. Hysteria of Past Three Years Needs Quieting Strain. There are songs in the soul of every man. Some have many, some have few. But consciously or unconsciously, there is a deep seated desire in all of as to express something which can be expressed only in music; writes William H. Woodin, Secretary of the U. S. Treasury; music lover and composer, in "The Etude". Just now this is a practical need. Precisely as the boy whistles to keep up his courage, so are we all crying hysteria of fear during the last few years. The vibrations of fine music put a mysterious initiative and resolution into the normal individual, he reasons, "Perhaps things are better than they seem. Life is brighter than my somber thoughts made out to be." Music of the right kind subconsciously says these things to men and women who feel themselves slipping. It energizes the individual as long as there is any workable material left in him. Indeed, it seems to perform miracles; and in a crisis it may be a very potent factor to rector confidence. Every great military leader has used its stimulating effeets of putting courage into the hearts of men in time of peril. The Marseillaise has meant more to France than battalions of soldiers. It has been my experience in business life that after a very strenuous day, a day flooded with problems extremely difficult to solve, I have come home and devoted my time to music, beautiful music. By "devoting my time to music." I mean playing music and endeavoring to create it, not merely "hearing" music. The effect can be described only as a kind of psychological bath. I feel cleansed mentally and my mind is enormously rested. The strain of our modern mechanized civilisation is making it more and more necessary all the time to look toward the finer mental and esthetic things, to find balance and compensation for the grind of daily living. Certainly one of the greatest compensations is to be found in music; otherwise it could not have commanded so much attention of many men of the type of Lord Balfour of England, Premier Mussolini of Italy, former Premier Edouard Herriot of France, Premier Painleve, former Vice-President Dawes, former Speaker Longworth, Albert Einstein, Charles M. Schwab, Dr. Charles Mayo, to say nothing of Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. Speaking from my own experience, I feel sorry for the individual, particularly the boy, whose parents have neglected to see to it that he has the best musical training procurable. Music study with a good teacher is one of the most sensible investments a (continued on page four) Indiana Boys' School Pledge. As A PLEDGE of loyalty to my country, I promise to obey its and the rules of this School. I will be honest, truthful, and industrious and will not use vulgar or profane language. I will live a clean life and act squarely with others, I will be kind to the weak, respectful to women and courteous to all. God helping me I will serve my country, and honor my flag, by striving to be a useful citizen and a manly man. Astra Morgan made a Big Kettleful of "Potato Bargain" and Nate Snyder Was Highly Pleased. Up in Mrs. Cole's front bedroom, Astra Morgan snapped the lock of her wardrobe trunk and set the red morocco hatbox upon it and the two suitcases by its side. She put on the hat that had seemed so smart last spring in Northampton, and her lips twisted ruefully as she took up her hand bag; even the compact in it needed a refill. She looked at her wrist; there was just time enough to reach the schoolhouse. The two little girls, in their best frocks for the last day of school, were waiting for her, and Mrs. Cole appeared when she heard Astra's step on on the stairs. "Well, we never had a teacher we liked so much, did we, girls?" She held out her hand. "Mr. Ryder telephoned he might be a little late, but he'd come for your trunks and be in time for the closing exercises. Good-by—and I wish you were coming back next year." Next year, after this winter of teching a district school, of boarding around in the pupils' families, of finding herself at the end of the year as poor as its beginning—and after all her training and hopes and plans! The little girls hopped along the sunlit road by her side, but Astra was scarcely aware of them. The road ran along the side of the hill; below, the river wound its way between meadows of ripening grass and fields of young corn and newly set tobacco. A westerly breeze was whipping the stars and stripes on the flagpole in front of the schoolhouse a quarter of a mile beyond. The season was stepping onward, its orderly sequence spreading abundance over the world; and the abundance was a taunting irony. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" she had angrily demanded of Nathan Ryder when he had informed her that the salary so long overdue could not be paid, even there at the end of June. "The town can't let me starve! It owes me a living. You are the head of the school board. You got me here. What are you going to do about it?" What he had done was, embarrased, frowning down at his farmer's hands, to offer her food and a roof in his own house until the town could somehow raise the money to pay its debt. "I wish I saw some other way out of it. I'd do anything I could. Ill try to make you comfortable, anyway.  "I'll starve first!" she had cried, but although she still hoped, even at this last moment, that he would have gotten her salary somehow, she knew that she would not take the alterautive of starving. She had faced that, or thought she had, only last September, when, after a summer of seeking a job, she had faced a bank balance of forty-six dollars. Of course she had been right to invest all of Grandmother Morgan's small legacy in herself; she had been right to go to college, and proved it by winning her junior year at the Sorbonne. She had been right to perfect herself in languages by those two glorious summers in France and Italy and Spain. She had graduated well, too; but instead of the job that she had been so sure would be looking for her, she had met only accounts of the number of other college graduates hopelessly out of work. When that forty-six dollars stood between her and the winter ahead, she had been almost frightened into readiness of going to Uncle Henry for help, as he had angrily warned her that she would. And then Uncle Henry's bank had failed. The day the newspaper headlines told her that, sheer terror had filled her; the offer of the school in East Stormont had seemed like a life line. She had been surprised and amused to discover that the chairman of the school board, who met her train at Fairfield and drove her into the hills to her first boarding place, was a bachelor, presumably in his earliest thirties; later she was to discover that Nathan Ryder was many things in that town. She had been amused at his first evident awe of her; both the awe and the amusement had worn off. During the wiper the had poked fun at hint about his family of school children, gone to the town's mild frivolities with him, enjoyed trying to make him aware of her worldly experience, and she had liked him; all the more reason why she was so angry with him now. If he didn't bring her money so that she could take that noon train! An hour later she knew that she would not take that train. Every small head in the schoolroom turned as be darkened the doorway. Ile stood there with his hat in his hand, looking like a boy caught in same misdemeanor; his eyes did not meet her inquiring look, but stared at the colored flag drawn on the blackboard. She stood up behind her desk. "And now, children," said she. "since the chairman of the board is here at last, we can proceed with the last thing we have to do. Harry. Kiloski is to have the honor of bringing down the flag and putting it away until school opens again. Stand, please! Now then—face the door--march!" Ten minutes thereafter Miss Morgan was standing behind her desk again. The children were gone, but Nathan Ryder was still there, wearing his air of a culprit. His eyes met hers reluctantly and looked away again; With her head as the air she crossed the room, banged down a window, then another. She gathered up some papers and thrust them into the stove. Then she went to the blackboard, swept a chalky eraser across the pictured flag. "I'll say it's the land of the free!" she cried, and made another broad sweep. "That's a good one—land of the free!" She sent the eraser slithering arcoss the floor, jammed on her hat, took up her hand bag, glared at Ryder. "Just the same," he mid quietly, and thrust his chin forward, "maybe it's stlll the home of the brave." "Oh—oh!" she said and stamped her foot. "A lot of good it does to be brave in jail!" He stepped aside to let her pass, looked after her with troubled eyes as she went down the slope worn by childrn's feet, and got into his car. Then he closed the schoolhouse door, turned the key in its lock, went down and took his place back of the wheel. When he had put a mile behind them he glanced down at her; there was distress in his look, but amusement too. He did not speak until they had crossed the covered bridge and his own house was up the hill just beyond. "Well, there it is," he said then "Don't look much like a jail to me." She saw the long old house, set use the sunrise would touch its face; she saw the great red barns behind it, the field reaching up toward an ancient orchard, other fields spreading down toward the river and knew that he loved it all. Suddenly, unexpectedly, her cheeks felt warm.  "I'm sorry I said that. Nate, but I do feel trapped." They were turning into the door-yard and he laughed aloud. "Still and all," said he, "there's cheese in the (continued on page four)