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Page Two SKYSCRAPER No Pill Required . . . Positive Action Provides Potent Antidote For Apathy We can understand but not condone the recent cancellation of several sports events for want of participants. Volleyball admittedly holds no uni versal interest. The incident emphasizes a too prevalent don't care at titude. But we cannot understand the apathy with which a recent all school proj ect was met by a large number of the students. Whereas sports are gen erally reserved for the fit though few, the latter is traditionally an all- student project. In explaining this apathy, the same work-worn excuse lack of school spirit is again dragged out. We cannot agree with this analysis. Lack of school spirit is an effect, not a cause. School spirit is not a fixture of this school. It is not a pill handed to the student with her registration forms. It is not something we get. It is something we must give. School spirit demands interest, loyalty and an important plus factor, service. Only in doing something positive will we discover that we can activate our greatest potentiality as college women our spirit. School spirit is not found in the sidelines bubble-bursters who peril the success of any activity by an attitude of passive criticism. Nor is it to be found in those who, deaf to the pleas of committee chair men, rush out of the west door as soon as is humanly possible day after day. Also lacking spirit are those who are too busy to attend extra-curricular functions of this school, or too disinterested to sell a few tickets. There are some who sneer openly at the very idea of school spirit. It is not a disease to which college people are prone. Only the pseudo-so ph isticate or the pseudo-intellectual would consider it rah-rah or puerile. What are we going to do to forward more spirited living of our college days Haven't we all time, if not for participation, at least for support of every extra-curricular activity? Like a body without a soul, a school without a spirit is dead. Student View . . . This Little Ball Keeps Right On Rolling Along The days of parades with placards and shouts of suffragettes are but dim memories of a not-so-distant past. Yet, as many young women draw a black curtain behind them today, their thoughts cannot help reverting to a by-gone era. The days of Lucretia Mott, Eliza beth Cady Stanton and Susan B. An thony and their long, hard struggle are symbols of our American heritage. These are the women who made a little ball of the question of wo man suffrage and set it rolling to catch public opinion. These are the women of the little band who braved jeers and ridicule to win the freedom that we women of to day enjoy. It took courage of a rare kind to face the oft-times brutal abuse of a laughing, jeering world, to endure iso lation and to bear the pain of broken friendships. These are the women who possessed that courage of their con victions. With the passage of the nineteenth amendment to the Constitution in 1920, their victory was assured, the right to vote was extended to women. This amendment is brief, but exact. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex. The right of suffrage was never be fore extended to so many in so few words. Thirty-five years have elapsed since the adoption of that amendment. Countless women have exercised that right. Today, thousands more will join that band. The power to vote can be used as an instrument for good or bad, depending on the character of the person using it. In a basically Christian society, the power to vote assumes a sacred character. In the hands of a Catholic wom an, the power of the vote becomes a tool for spiritual and temporal good. *Jne k u craper Vol. XXV Nov. 2, 1954 No. 3 Entered as Second Class Matter Not. 30, 1932, at the Post Office of Chicago, Illinois, under the Act of March 3, 1879, 1.75 per year. Published semi-monthly from October to May inclusive by the students of Mundelein College, 6363 Sheridan Road, Chicago 40. Editors-in-Chief Rosemarie Daly, Grace Pertell, Patricia Sampson Associates Mary Carey, Ann Storino, Mary Alice Winn SAC Speaks Up Mary Ann Lashmet Skyscrapings Jean Kielty Editorial Associates Loretta Casey, Marie Kobielus, Nancy Mammoser Art Editor Vasilia Soutsos Reporters Leora Bruch, Chandra Camp, Patricia Sullivan, Rita Caprini, Toni Cassaretto, Hannah Marie Dwyer, Marilyn Fitzpatrick, Geraldine Gross, Donna Hanson, Diane Letourneau, Joanne Matusak, Josephine Mele, Mari- beth Naughton, Marilyn Santini, Mary Ann Schumann, Genevieve Teutsch, Frances Theisen, Nan Voss Ascent Up Fiery Mountain Is Slow, Steep, Uncertain Purgatory has been likened to a mountain, on the top of which is a cross drawing souls irresistibly to ward it. The souls are those we know: they are specifically like Bill, a weal thy financier, and Tom, his chauf feur, who found themselves at the foot of the mountain just after their car skidded across the ice on a bridge and plunged into the icy waters be low. Slowly they began to ascend. The huge rocks were as hot as fire, and the rough edges cut the seared flesh of the climbers. The cross continued to beckon, and so, slowly, very slowly, they continued their painful ascent of the mountain. Days and weeks seemed to pass as they continued the climb. They passed other souls, souls of in dividuals long dead. They climbed; they did not pause nor rest. After what seemed in time to be months, the two men arrived at a great chasm. In order to get across they would have to descend to the bot tom and then climb up again on the other side, as they saw many souls do. But sitting on the other side was a little girl. Tom recognized her as his little daughter, who had died but a year ago. The little girl knew her dad and the man who had been so kind while she was on earth, and she car ried them across the chasm. On the other side they again con tinued their climb. This side was steeper; the rocks cut and burned even more than before; but painfully and still silently they climbed. The huge red cross on the top of the moun tain seemed no nearer than at the be ginning. After what seemed like more weeks and months they came again to a chasm, this one larger than before. There was no one waiting to take them across. They stood looking into the black emptiness below. Tom sat down, put his head in his hands and said, This is the worst part. Now we have to wait for a Mass to be said What Goes On . . . . behind the Iron Curtain is sub ject to the dictates of the Kremlin. . . . behind the Bamboo Curtain is subject to the dictates of the local branch of the Kremlin. . . . behind the Black Curtain is subject to the dictates of the Voter, in this case the New Voter. This New Voter sets out for the local polling place dressed in her fall finery (a student-teacher, you know). After a brisk stroll she reaches her destination, twmbles or glides) doivn the stairs leading to a musty base ment, presents her shiny new voter's registration card, and encounters It for the first time. It does not occupy much space. It does not possess animation, or does it? Let's follow the New Voter as she passes through the yawning cav ern and closes the curtain behind her. Voting machines were invented to facilitate the process of casting a bal lot. New Voter has doubts of the ef ficacy of the machine as she surveys the rows upon rotvs of buttons, knobs, luindles and assorted devices. Summoning from the depths of her soul the courage to proceed, she takes a chance. Push, pull, turn, roll. Noth ing happens Try again. Push, pull, etc. And still nothing happens. Outside the booth, fellow citizens are becoming impatient. She must try again. After the third attempt, the New Voter finally succeeds. Bells ring, banners fly, flags wave, and the sound of Stars and Stripes Forever is heurd in i/te distance. The Neiv Voter emerges from the world behind the Black Curtain and is met and congratulated by the crowd outside. She has conquered the ma chine for us before we can be carried across. After another long period of silence Bill asked, How long have we been dead? Ten minutes. Divertissement . . . Best Seller Relates Tale Of Maternal To what limits will a mother go to save the life of her child? In Har- riette Arnow's The Dollmaker, there is a mother who will go to almost any limit to save the life of her son, who is choking with diphtheria. Gertie Nevels, a dollmaker, lives in the backwoods country 30 miles from the nearest doctor, with only a mule for transportation. Her plan is to ride the mule to the nearest highway with the child, stop a car, and demand that the driver take them to the doc tor. When the car does come, its occu pants are two soldiers, an enlisted man and an officer. The officer flatly refuses to take them: the war comes first. Fortunately the car can not be started, giving Mrs. Nevels another chance. She begs and pleads with the two men. As the child lies on the Love car seat he begins to gasp and the blue of suffocation comes to his face. The mother carries him to a flat rock nearby and orders the men to hold his legs and head while she takes out her knife and cuts his neck to let the air into his blocked lungs. She then in serts a small piece of wood to keep the gash open. The blue disappears from his face and his breathing be comes more regular. Again, her eyes plead for a ride to the doctor's in or der that her son's life can be saved. Gertie Nevels tells the men from time to time of the sorrow brought to her during the war when those she loved most were killed or missing. In her actions and conversation, the struggles and hardships she has en countered, and what she learns from them about human nature, are rich in the elements of sadness, triumph and surprise.
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1954-11-02 (2)
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Student newspaper for Mundelein College
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