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THE SKYSCRAPER THE SKYSCRAPER Official Monthly Newspaper of MUNDELEIN COLLEGE 6363 Sheridan Road Chicago, Illinois Mundelein Chicago's College for Women Under the Direction of the Sisters of Charity, B. V. M. Entered as Second Class Matter, May 1, 1931, at the Post Office at Chi cago, Illinois, under the Act of March 3, 1879. 1.25 the year. VOL. II FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 1932 No. 4 Editor Margaret Roche News Editor Bertille McEvoy Feature and Sky-Line Editor Justine Feely Society Editor Janet Ruttenberg Athletic Editor Evelyn Lincoln Reporters: Beverly Balster, Mary Frances Burke, June Burns, Frances Davidson, Alice Duplantis, Anna Marie Erst, Mary Flannery, Marcia Glasscock, Margaret Hoyne, Elaine Krambles, Virginia Kanopa, Magdalene Kessie, Ann Lally, Irene Lavin, Majella McDonagh, Mary Jane Sullivan, Ruth Tangney, Virginia Woods. (Newspaper ?fe'c j Member) Telephone: Briargate 3800 THE FIRST MILESTONE We are commemorating the first anniversary of the organization of our college newspaper on the feast day of the universal patron of jour nalists, the gentle St. Francis of Sales, and under his guidance we bravely set forth upon another year of journalistic endeavor. As we pass our first milestone, we cannot help looking back over the year that has gone to smile a little wistfully at the eager enthusiasm we poured into our articles for the first Skyscraper, and the important feeling we had on actually being part of a college newspaper. We were disappointed at first because we could not fill our class schedules with journalism courses. We were going to be reporters, and perhaps some day editors, so there was absolutely no point in our not beginning things at once. Kindly guidance, however, pointed out to us the necessity of a background for our work. The technique of journalism, we were told, was chiefly a matter of practice, plus a certain amount of native ability; but the stuff of which stories was made was the fruit of study and experience. Long hours of toil around the office desk have convinced us that our guides are right; editorials, feature stories, news stories yea, even the humor column require their meed of general information and of specific training in science, in literature, and in the social sciences. We have had our difficulties; there has been dearth of news, and even worse dearth of ideas. There have been headlines which did not click, and errors which weren't always funny. But to balance the scale to more than balance it there has been the human interest of meet ing many people, and of learning about the things which they like and dislike, there has been the widening of interest which comes from varied contacts, there has been a growing appreciation of little but significant incidents and a developing ability to sift things for the feature idea. More than all else, perhaps, there has been the satisfaction that comes from working together on an extra-curricular project and really pro ducing something. We have learned many things this year, and not least of them is that we have many things yet to learn; but our experience as reporters has taught us that knowing things is worthwhile, and learning them is interesting. And so, having meditated upon our milesone we restate the platform outlined in the initial issue of our paper, and we ask our gentle patrons to help us in our efforts to promote: 1. A greater Mundelein. 2. One hundred per cent loyalty. 3. Support in athletics and all student activities. 4. Every Catholic student a sodalist. A NEW STUDY For almost two hundred years students of literature have quoted more or less aptly from Pope's Essay on Man, these words, Know then thyself. Yet how many of us can say that we really do know ourselves? We spend a great part of our lives in getting to know people, or in trying to know them. Our families have been centers of our interest for a number of years, and we probably feel that we know them pretty well by now. As we grew older, other children, schoolmates, teachers, still later social acquaintances, came into our lives and we added to our list of people whom we actually know. Very young, we began to be interested in the big names of our city and country. In our history courses we learned many things about Alexander the Great and George Washington and Caesar. We came to know the philosophic principles of St. Thomas Aquinas or to begin to know them to know the happy philosophy of life that characterized St. Francis of Assisi; we admired the heroism of soldiers and saints, and the intellectual prow ess of such men as Cardinal Newman and Shakespeare and Louis Pasteur. Today we can speak familiarly about the Pope, about the King of England, the great educators of our country, the novelists, the song writers, and even the notorious criminals. We know many people of our day and days gone by; we know their viewpoints, their philosophies, their work for mankind. But how well do we know ourselves? Yet Thomas a Kempis has said, and theologians have given credence to his words, that the Kingdom of God is within us. How well do we know ourselves, and how well we do know God, we who are made to know Him, to love Him, and to serve Him in this life, and how often do we reflect on our great destiny in the next ? In order that we may have a few days out of our busy lives to look into ourselves and to think a little about the spiritual clement in ourselves, our faculty has scheduled a three-day retreat, during which time we will be under the guidance and direction of a competent retreat master. It would be a very good thing if, during these three clays, we could come to know just what kind of people we are ourselves. Let us try to discover our good points and to see in what we can best make them serve us. Let us face our shortcomings squarely and determine to over come them. And let's do a little constructive thinking about ourselves in relation to the world around us, our duties, our responsibilities, our dignity, and our rights. Introspection is a dangerous thing when carried to excess; but a little wise self-analysis, sensibly clone, may open up to us a wealth of possibilities for intellectual and spiritual development, and help us so to adjust ourselves that we may be of the greatest service to others in whatever work we choose to do. Finally, having seen our selves as we really arc, and having given some thought to the standard to which we are trying to measure up, we can strive with renewed effort to live up to the ideal of womanhood set before the Catholic college girl, before woman the world over, who need, whatever their work in life may be, the courage, the goodness, the strength, and the holiness of her who was pre-eminently the Valiant Woman. Uhe Sky-J ne OLD MUSIC AND NEW A great Catholic composer of modem France, Vincent d'lndy, died last month, and the music journals of the world paid tribute to his genius. It is quite probable that many of us have never heard of this master, yet the critics tell us his dramas and oratorios will live long after the syncopated melodies of the popular song writers of today are forgotten. The sensuous or sensational elements did not enter into his work at all, since it was not in his heart to debase the lofty ideals handed down to him by generations of fine Christian artists who realized the high purpose of music. We may or may not give much thought to this noble purpose of music, but we do know that prominent composers, both Catholic and Prot estant, have warned us against a solely emotional appreciation of this delightful art. They ask us to blend intellect and emotion in our study of it to learn what it is about and then, with our intelligent understand ing of it as a background, to feel its beauty, and so grow in fineness, in culture, and in correct emotional response. There is as much variety in good music as there is in literature. The monks of the Middle Ages fashioned chants the beauty of which has come down, one of the wonders of the ages. Their rhythm flows on like the lives of the men who wrote them calm, unhurried, serene, quieting the jangled nerves and soothing the troubled minds of those to whom life bring* .vexation and worry. Succeeding, centuries have brought masters, Beethoven, Bach, Mendelssohn, Handel, Brahms, whose masterpieces should be familiar to all who call themselves students, and our day boasts of composers who will live, and live gloriously. We have opportunities to hear good music, in our homes, in our college recitals, and in our social life. We all admit that music hath charms ; but in our hurry to find something new, up-to-the-minute, and different, we neglect these fine compositions, and content ourselves with the passing popular songs and dance pieces. Perhaps someday, if we relax for an hour or so, and listen to the beauty of these recognized classics, the world with its cry for speed, momentous decisions, and harsh noises will not seem so important after all. Perhaps we will learn to evaluate things a little more accurately, and having heard these voices of faith and love, we may find an answering echo in our own hearts and learn to live more fully our own song of faith and hope and love. EXCHANGES Notre Dame Nexus; Notre Dame College of John Carroll University of South Euclid, Ohio. Notre Dame, a women's college, was affiliated last year with John Carroll University, to the satisfaction and betterment of both institu tions. The issue, writing about the merger, says that the schools are united in a common spirit, a common aim, and a common leadership. An interesting innovation at Notre Dame is the introduction of a French newspaper, La Tour de Notre Dame, to be edited by those French students majoring in journalism. The Campus Record; College of Mount St. Vincent, New York. Mount St. Vincent takes a decided stand against fraternities in men's or women's colleges, maintaining that they foster intolerance and snobbishness. The editor thinks that the absence of these at Catholic colleges leaves the popularity of a student entirely upon his own shoul ders; he must become known and popular through his own labor or achievements. The make-up of the front page in the Christmas number might be improved. The Viatorian; St. Viator College, Bourbonnais, Illinois. The Christmas issue is decidedly a literary one, devoting the whole of the third page to the poetry of Yeats and Millay. The handling of these subjects, however, is in good style, as is the editorial. The latter fearlessly and openly decries the sensational headlines of our daily news papers and makes an appeal for more truthful and unprejudiced news articles. The Purple and Gray; College of St. Thomas, St. Paul, Minn. Together with a number of the other college newspapers the Decem ber 11 issue of this campus weekly discusses Culture. As this is a familiar subject, let us quote from the editorial: Is culture, like charac ter building, largely a matter of forming habits? Let some faculty mem ber, or members, submit a definition of culture for publication, that everyone will know what is meant by culture. A good idea and one that should be used (With Apologies to Chesterton) The editor pounded a typewriter that was clad in a coat of mail, And embellished the true with a pencil blue with lead as thick as a whale. And the copy she took she quickly for sook, if it seemed to be growing stale; But worst of all was the editor's squall when Sky-Line lacked a tale. And the editor often said to her staff, as they wept great floods of brine, I don't care where the depression goes, if it doesn't get into the Line. Young Hostess (endeavoring to stimulate conversation): You're not Milanese, by any chance, are you, Mr. Lordello? Mr. Lordello (from the depths o the hor d'oeuvre,s): Oh, no, I feel just dandy, thank you. Song of an Onion Cell There was a little onion cell That grew within a plant. Surrounded by its relatives- Two sisters and an aunt. This very little onion cell Was in a resting stage. Enveloped by a nice thick wall, (First drawing on the page). In cytoplasm she was dressed. Had lovely nucle-eyes, And for her graceful membrane Had often won a prize. When Onion Cell was sweet sixteen She braided all her hair, Her chromatin and linin In a spirem ribbon fair. She smoothed it and admired it, And tied it in a bow. But suddenly it split in half. Which caused Miss Onion woe. She wept and wailed in deep despair At such great tragedy. But scattered far her locks all were Nor could united be. There was a young lady named Lashun Who neglected her argumentation. There was a test Tuesday, (For her it was Blues-day), Now she's having a nice long vacation. Sangfroid. Opera enthusiast: Don't you simply love the ballet from Boris Gounoff? Pseudo-classicist: Yes, I'm quite fond of his music To My Radio You bring more than crooning Of languid melodies And information of the moon, Or vitamins in cheese. For more than these I'm grateful; You cure most of my woes By drowning out the racket Of other radios. Nemo. Hark, fair students, while I report The sad, sad tale of Eunice Portt. For a hurried buy with remorse she is smitten Her Vicar of Wakefield in Yiddish is written The Student Princess. . 1.
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1932-01-29 (2)
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