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Page Two, THE SKYSCRAPER, Oct. 15, 1956 Gold, Silver, or Brass . . . Mrs* Lindbergh Offers Clues To Women Who Wish To Polish Their Talents, Make Them Glow Life ... It was given in trust like a child. One was dedicated to it but one could not own it. Like that white temple all alone on a green hill, one could guard it, one could give to it, one could serve it, one could love it. One could above all like the psalmist sing it hymns of praise. Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wife, mother, aviatrix, writer, becomes the psalmist that she speaks of in one of her books and sings hymns of praise to life itself. Perhaps that one passage might describe her literary career. She loves life, with its beauty and with its annoyances, and, with this love, she combines intelligence, intuition, and deep reflection. To Mrs. Lindbergh, being a woman means being the still axis within the revolving wheel of relationships, obligations, and activities. Around woman, at the center of the wheel, revolve the spokes of family, friends, community, service. It is she at the core who holds them together, provides their activating force. Since all her instincts as a woman the eternal nourisher of children, of men, of society demand that she give, it is necessary that woman avoid the risk of spilling herself away. If she must constantly give, and she must to be a woman, she must replenish also. This she can do by her moments of silence when she is alone, quiet, reflective. If only an hour a day can be hers and hers alone, she must use it, for, if the axis begins to falter, the wheel is lost. Reflection and silence in daily measures feed the strength that must flow from a woman. There are other women writers, contemporary with Mrs. Lindbergh, who perhaps are greater stylists and more deeply intellectual. But in some in stances these writers, with more to give, have given less and distorted what little they have given. The ancient parable of the talents comes to mind, and with it the idea that perhaps Mrs. Lindbergh's talent is essentially of brass, but she has kept such fine care of it, has polished it so well, that we may sometimes mistake it for pure gold, for it has caught the reflection of the sun. Talents may be made of gold, of silver, or of brass. Gold and silver ones are precious, rare, and sometimes hidden from men's eyes hidden because they are tarnished by disuse, neglect, miserliness. The talents of dull brass are a little more common, a little less spectac ular. But the beauty of brass lies in its ability to burnish brightly given care and constant work. To possess what talent she has, to polish it, and someday to catch the reflection of the sun therein lies the strength of a woman who has much to give, plus the generosity and courage to give it Democrat or QOP? Regardless of Affiliation You're Not Likely To Change I was a spy for Adlai. For years after I was old enough to cherish mis chief, I delighted in prof fering my hand to any dyed-in-the-wool Republi can with the courteous comment, How do you do, sir (or madam), I am a Democrat. By so doing, I ran the risk of startling the staid Republican into biting my hand and shaking the hor d'ouvres. Thus I lived in a continual state of anx iety. However, this year things have changed. I have become aware of a need for more fair play in choosing sides and I have heeded counsel to give the other team a hearing. Therefore I persuaded a friend to let me attend one of the meetings of the Young Republicans' club last week. He agreed aft er having extracted a promise from me not to mention the word Demo crat in the same sentence with goodness or right eousness. I agreed to his scheme, reluctant to cause any friction between him and the rest of his mis guided fellow citizens. I then abandoned cau tion, and, in line with my promise and the unfamil iar environment, told my self, as unnamed others have done before me, Its time for a change. Wearing my New Look I spent an enjoyable eve ning giving the opposition a chance. I listened with an open mind to all the propaganda and nonsensi cal rubbish which the par ty had concocted to indoc trinate us Republicans. From an unprejudiced viewpoint I scanned the faces of these poor deluded people who honestly be lieved in the empty prom ises of their corrupt lead ers. Then the idea struck me My visit to another club in an attempt to see the others' point of view could work both ways. Be ginning with my friend, I could convince him then countless other s that there are two sides to every issue. Naturally, once he attended one of my meetings he would imme diately realize the fallacies in his own organization backers. So. . . Mike was a spy for Ike. He believed that a sojourn at a meeting of the oppo sition would give him the well-rounded personality characteristic, he thought, of the members of his own party. This time he and I con spired that he might be come informed of that great institution, the Dem ocratic party, from its pri mary source, itself. He then spent an evening at the Young Democrats' club. Unfortunately, although I had lured him into our fold for one meeting, he actually departed feeling more convinced of the Tightness of his ideas than before. He stated that he had listened with an open mind to all the propaganda and nonsensical rubbish which our party had con cocted to indoctrinate us Democrats. From an unprejudiced viewpoint he had scanned the faces of the poor de luded people who honest ly believed in the empty promises of their leaders. This party was not for him I assure you, friends, here and now, that that man did not enter this building in an unbiased state of mind. Divertissement . . . The Boy Friend Recaptures Verve Of the 1920s The Boy Friend, now playing at the Blackstone after a long run in New York, is not only a parody of the 20s, it is also, to quote the players them selves, a spoof. The action, so exaggerated that it would be appropriate for a silent movie, combines with the dialogue to produce an uproariously witty and humorous result. A British play with an international flavor, it is set at a girls' finishing school on the French Riviera, British, French, and American characters are contagiously vivacious. Before the first act is over, you will feel as much a part of the 1920s as your parents ever were. Treasure Hunt . . . Search of Self Will Mark Recollection Day Success Week Moments .. . Oct. 16 1:10 p.m., Sophomore Class meeting, auditorium. Freshman Guidance meetings, assigned classrooms. Oct. 17 4:10 p.m., Terrapin tryouts. Oct. 18 1:00 p.m., Freshman Class meeting, auditorium; 3:10 p.m., Economics club meet ing. Oct. li) 8 p.m., Beanie Bounce. Oct. 23 1:10 p.m., SAC assembly, auditorium. Oct. 2-4 4:10 p.m., Sodality meeting, Room 405. International Relations club, .. Room 607. Oct. 25 1:10 p.m., Freshman assem bly. Oct. 26 Day of Recollection. Oct. 28-29 Christmas Gift Bazaar, gymnasium. Bon your smartest dress, trimmest hat, and most thoughtful attitude for a rare opportunity the first day of recollection. Three days a year, we are permitted freedom from classes and allowed time to take inventory of ourselves, to think things over, and to set our selves straight with God. MAKE INTROSPECTION THE KEYNOTE. Look inside yourself and and pull out for examination the flaws which are hindering your spiritual develop ment. Each one of us is imperfect; each has her own private difficulty. Too often we refuse to admit this. We relegate it to the subconscious, try ing to forget whatever is making us less effective than we could be. With the pressures and frenzy of daily life, we often can forget it almost. But it persists in cropping up when we least expect it. So we say, To morrow, I will do something about it. This is tomorrow. This is the time not only to admit it, but to de cide sincerely to do something to over come it. Material concerns crowd our days, distracting us from our most impor tant goal growth in knowledge and love. We are fully aware of the truth of St. Augustine's Avords, Our hearts are ever restless until thev rest in Thee, O Lord.. But we neglect prayer, not actual izing our resolves to attend Mass on weekdays, and, when we visit the Chapel, often missing the intellectual effort prayer requires. STUDY YOUR OWN PROBLEMS. Whatever they are, however impor tant they may seem to be, a serious examination of them in prayer, a ser ious talk with an understanding priest who knows the ways of men, a re morseless examination of what our good sense and our experience tell us should be done about them will help to solve them. Once we try to know, once we apply to God for help we are on the way to peace. To achieve this peace, silence is im portant. This does not mean we frown disapprovingly at a simple request to pass the salt. It does mean we detach ourselves from the gay patter of our ordinary days in order to be more aware of God, more aware of our own inadequacies. Some of us would probably make better days of recollection if it weren't for what we think is the pressure of public opinion. Actually a sincere effort to make a good recollection day is much admired and may later be imitated. FORSAKE FRIENDS FOR A DAY. It is a sign of our times that people dislike being alone. To be alone is more than they can bear; they must avoid the feeling of aloneness found in lives without meaning. They thrive on meaningless chatter the prover bial small talk that distracts thorn for a time from their own insecurities. The only way to combat these in securities is to admit them to seek security in the knowledge and love of God. With this security comes the joy of peace. Take your first step toward this security on recollection day. Jke *3 udcraper H Vol. XXVII Oct. 15, 1956 No. 2 Entered as Second Class Matter Nov. 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. Co-editors-in-chief Rita Caprini, Maribeth Naughton Associate Editors Chandra Camp, Marijo Daly, Dolores Ferraro, Marilyn Santini Assistants Geraldine Battista, Alice Bourke, Maureen Connerty, Mar guerite Phillips, Alice Raczak, Lynda Rousseau, Diane Scifres, Joan Zander Thinker Belles Dorothy Strzechowski Democrat or GOP Marcella Brown Skyscrapings Barbara Guderian Reporters Isabell Anderson, Judith Angone, Maryvivian Cunea, Ger aldine Foley, Mary Gart, Barbara Hegan, Mary Merlock, Margaret Nicholson, Ar lene Novak, Marilynne O'Dea, Audrey Swikart, Florence Theisen, Jean Vet- terick, Elizabeth Weinrich, Judith Witt, Marianne Witte, Patricia Delsing, Nan cy Butler, Marilyn Picchietti, Marilyn Riha, Jean Towle, Frances Kotre, Mary Bellini, Mary Jane Burns, Nancy Butler, Rose Mary Tyrny, Marilyn Karsh, Ka thleen Kilday gj
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