The Record SUNY Buffalo State Student Newspaper

Volume 30

September 1939- June 1940

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FOREWORD Pe11rl Bud speoh of youth 11sII period of rebellion. There is on unpleosont connototlon in the word, yet rebellion is sometimesbut onundirectedottempt to coph.are th11tev11nss· cent sperl: 11ndpenetrote the mystery th11t is life. In thi, issue, we present to you yooth in its v11rious 11spects; sometimes g11y and humorous, $0metimes cynicol ond disillusioned, often thoU13htful end ph�osophicol. We give you the fruits of their reflections. These ore frogments th ey h11ve gle11ned os they go on their woy to funer ur.der· stonding. If they dorify 11ny of your ideos, if they hove II new interpret11tion of something on which you hod speculeted, we sho11 feel thot we hove fulfilled our purpose in giving you o vit11Ipich.are of o cross section of youth tod.:iy.

PEACE, AS .A POLLEN I have seen pe,,ce like pollen �� i J t �� s+;:/�\�s� l �!: ce :� 8 �� w in solemn the victim, token unoweres, hes led an 11llergy to peece tind pollen, and guns retort. peace as o pollen is blown es l!I hordi, of nothingness ocrou the sky: peace is nevermore. only in the stillness where winds that do not blow do not disturb. only here in the quiet of the heart -. cem seeds +11�11 &11rth 11nd grow.


Ut.t•.-, ..... Art1-n.. _ ,-.., period of quiescence to 111low the mosses to geiin that evasive something, thot light touch which embodies .the essence of all humor. During the interim, of course, there will be some bootlegging of humor, sub rose. lmogine people running to the nearest speakeasy to exchonge jokes, But this is to be expected, and they will be, of course, in the minority. The mojori+y of GOOD citiiens will be doing research in the colleges and universities in order to briog fort_ h & rebirth of humor. When th., shackles are removed end the floodgates ore opened, the nation willbe inundated with ohumor refresh­ ing in its inrtOCence, just 11s the cut ond dried literatura of the Middle Ages gave woy before the intell&Ctuel freshness of the RenaisMince. -PATRICKO'SUtL!VAt,1'42 V V V V V REQUEST

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So you're in the mood! Off fond, y� probJ:!bly don't know how or why you got there. Ten chanCGS tr,:One you ciren't even ciwcire of the fcict thot you spend i:,II of your ConKious hours inson:14....sort of t1 mood, be it good, bod, or · jurl plciin mediocre. But try plumbing �depth of your Inner Self (of course you hove t1n Inner Self-haven't you reod obout it in the Chonn School advertisements?), cind you'll be cimcized ot the curious ond m-a.ssorted things thcit put you into mOOperotion; an attendant told you +hot he'd p,ob.iibly not survive toponde, upon his seventh••.• News comes +hot your favorite cousin is going with the onny to

If you Jiould ever love again, P!Mse tum to someone ne- 1 coulcl not �r to have it be Somoone who'd known IJS two. I forfeit oil my rights to mt1ke Demcinds, when let1ving you, Yet for the love I moy not sht1r&­ Please moke it someone new.



TYPES OF WALJ(S -"Mon, being o biped, w.:ilks upright." Thi5, of course, i5 +rue of the entire r.:ice. W.:ilking, once the child h.:is m.:istered it, is the m.:iin me.:ins of.ffiotion, &lightly 11cceler.:1ted11t times, Which c.:irries him to his gr11vet. An 11ctivity so uniVersol, however, is n.:1tur11lly affected by individual differences. Althou� the maSculine hum11n biped is not with01Jt peculi11rities ln the ombulatory 11r+ {witness f!ie Rolling Goit, the Stogger, .:ind the Seven-Le11guet-Boot 11ct), women seem to hove developed more interesting v.:iri.:itions which m11y be cl11ssified under seVer11I he.:idings. One hears much inbool:.s, es�ciolly in older volumes, of the Ground.Spurner. This is the type who "moves with 11i ry groce," "hos winged feet," ond "seems blown by gentle breeies into" This type ofw11lk is becoming erlinct, os the ethe,-.1 creo+ure to whom it belongs gives pl11ce to those who .:ire more of this wood. There is the Sounter, .:i means of locomotion commonly usedby women who are in no hurry to rs.sch their destin.:ition ond wish to prolong tha walk 11nd the conversotion which is usuallybeing carriad on at the sama time. TheSounter m.:iy be observed in unmarried females whan accompanied by a youth t ry ing nobly to fit his p&ce to the young bdy's or in the bevies of woman ond girls, tolking ot greot length and • with greater rapidity, which must be wolkedai'ound.os they gener11lly cover the width of the sidew.:ill. The opposite of the Saunter is the G.:illop. This is .:i v.:iri.:ition of ti,e hundred-yard dash and is commonly employed bytwofy pes ofwomen, the handicap roe-erwho starts late and must therefore hurry to 11rrive on time and the woman who has the habit of walking fo� from being too


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CAISSONS RUMBLE IN MY BRAIN They told me this-thet is, the psyChiatrist told me this, with ihe eid of his two nurses. Were they pretty nurses? I didn't notice. Thot is, this one time I didn't notice. They told me thot I rushed into the office of this c:iuite eminent psychiotrist with � eU the grece ond quif-9 OIi the noise of 8 streamlined tank. Why did I n.Jsh in like tho+? Well, wouldn't you think tho+ the world is composed of idiots if the lives of a million men were thrown awoy-yes, just like thot-to gain e mountein of iron ore in one country while both countrieswere losingmore iron through theirgoryFourth of July celebrotion them could ever be gQHen from that mis­ erable brown pile? I had attained my post ot the univer5ity as Professor of Humonities both by my ebility end by the deli«ite finesse end technic of my diplomocy. Everyone said, ''That man knows his way around." But now Iwas no longer a diplomat- I wos a fronk, wor-hetiog humon being. My wife had tortured me with her incessont pleos fOf" o new car. A professor is seldomoverpaid. So when theopportunity came to serve as� o war correspondent during tha summer months in that tremendous slag-pit, Europa, I gladly went. I could then buy my wife her beloved new car. But the conflict frightened me. At night in my sleep I saw the tanks coming upon me. They were going to crush me. Jf it wasn't tha tonks, it wos the machine age tom-tom, the machine gun of o far more dangerouswhite savoge. Then came somethinrthe something that rl!l&lly changed . �that made me yell, first ln my sleep, then to the people:

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HERAKUTUS Slowly he mounted the long, narrow rleirw,:i,y. It pos­ sessec:I.. for him a dork, crushing power it never had before• . He ..;as strangely, "Object . i vitly , conscious of the awkward W8y he put &.!!Ch foot down 1md pulled his body up. , H i s head ached. It was os though o bond had Been tightened around his �emples. And his broin wos a whirliog wheel of thought C8Sfo1g bright sports of idees into dorkness to be lost. He wasot the top. He fumed aod entered through the open doorway: The room wes in stifling, oppressive darknell., All the windows were closed, ond the grey shades pulled down. In the center lay o long coffin, and in it, the body of e youth. And cower­ ing ogainst the wolfs were women, preued and huddled together, blended and melted into one weeping mou. Slowlyhe walked oround the lorig, norrowcoffin, the · grey coffin with steel hcmdles. The cefm, femilier face was that of a stranger; he felt totel1y apcrt from this youth in the coffin, The room wes warm and his head ach&d. He knew then thet De(ith wes a women. And he could feel her, clerk and warm, comforting but powerful. He could feel her, e per• sistent, soft throbbing, filli n(j the derkness of the room. Now, although she disquieted, she somehow soothed. Hemoved away from the shadowy room intotheen(jular felling stairway. And slowly he descended the long, nal'T'OW staircese. He was old end tired: his shoulders were stooped end his heed eched. Slowly he descended. · His foot found the final step. He opened the cbx and looked on s�nlight. _ · The glering of a hot summer day blinded him.

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Lady Antoinette is a volup+.uous creoture with much­ fringedgreen eyes and reddish locks. She stores ot the world with insolent, unblinking eyes, o most 11loof 1md independent l1m. I like towatchher as she sitson her gold brocaded choir, her hands passive 8nd her rlose uptilted. 0 Oh, gorgeous creature, what thoughts are chasing through +. hot lovely heod? Her vermillion lips are silent, but I think I know what 5'1e is thinking. Her repl y, would be some­ thing like this: "Run along, my little friend. My thoughts ere not of you nor your like!" She is looking at the Dresden chin11 boy ocross. the way, in his soilor cop, trim blue j,,det and white flonnels. His eyes ore blue, the color bf his native Nordic skies. Cen it be thet his crop of yellow hair .,nd rosebud mouth with its fixed contagious smile have proved fl!ltal to the red-haired siren? Do I see the long loshes flutter and o smile obout her lips? Is the smoll heart beating more quickly beneath the green sotin bodice. Her head, does it droop just a triflo before the bold gaze of this seaforing kid? Do I detoct o faint movement in the cold little htinds? Really Antoinette, t. his has gone too for! The Dresden lod is fumbling with his bright blue tie. His rosy cheeh are redder i,nd his eyes ore roving now. He is getting up his courl!lge for the first attock! But l see my words mean nothing to you. Let me tell you, then, tho rooson why this dreadful thing must stop. He is three inches shorter than you ond you ore old enough to be his mother! Must I brond you as a "cradle snatcher?"' She is getting deafer, If I can't oppeol to vanity, per· haps reoson win respond. Con't you picture what o dismal life you'd leadas the wife of a sailor? Your life would be one


long voyage. You'd never drop anchor permanently. One ye11ryou'd spend Christ.mas in the Orient. The nextwould be, perhaps, in Cape Town or Arabia. Then ogain, you know the tales they tell of sailormen. Perhaps he has a wifa in eYery port! At 111st I've made a hit. The small head tums while the cold eye fixes me with an uriperturbed stare. Her smile is scornful with the cynicism of experience 1u she speah in a petronizing fona. "Do you re11lize, my de-,r, that I'm not growing younger? My hair is losing its permonent wave. The color of my lips is becoming less alluring. The rose petals fade from my ch&eks more arid n:iore. All the while my eyes are losing naivete. My eyel11shes are even uncurling. Worst of all--and this is my deepest secret-the bad of my neck is crading! I thank God for my long red hoir! In ot'1er words, my child, I om olmost on the shelf. There is no time to lose. After o!I, I wesn't mode to leod o solitory life. leove me to my own devices end we sho!f soil the see together, he end I." She tums her hood ogoin to tho Dresden chino seilor who is woit­ ing with eeger, wistful eyes. I lift her sawdust �y. brush aside the curls, end behold! There ore ugly cracks in her neck. Her eyes hove lost their luster Ond her dress is sodly fodod, so I carry hor ewoy end put her on the shelf. The chin11 doll is for from lono!y 11s he s tond s upon hi1 m11ntle. He i s smiling s hyly ot o creehlre who is s itting in the ljold brocadedchoir. She isyouthfulend lovely with her d.,n: eyes end bleck heir. But she i s gozing post him ot o s oldier-men of metol who i s �rimly indifferent to her omorous glonces.

TRAIL BLAZER "Live for someone else if you w11nt to live for yourself." Simpleone s yl!11bl�word s ••but they sum up tho lifeend service of Helen G. Englebreck. t��:s ::: s �;:�� :� M �� S O /l E � I =��: : s f�:� to Normol. Wh11t on interest. in people she hod: wh11t " keen zest fOl" life; wh11t siinple homespun wisdom; who+ en obiding ,:ifFection for young prospective toochers. lt i s said, ''The lord put " thousond bledes of gr,:iss where he pkinted but one tree." lt elw11ys hes seemed to me tfiet Mi s s Englebrec\ h11d it in her ho11rt to look out for the thousand blodes of gross, for just the+ common every-do.y v11riety of student,' growing 1111 over the pl11co. We loved to wonder into her room, for it11lwey s hod o delightful otmosphere. It hC1dgrow• ingplonts, living things;11nd ithod,good books-silent friends. But despite the bright inform

llto<•"I ••� M 1..-TI.. l-.1 It didn't me.,n .'!nything for her to · invite h�lf II do1en of us to e good pley. She often s11w thet our prom tickets were paid for, 11nd that progr&ms for school activities were taken c11re of. On the other hemd, I now recGII with what setisf11c• tion the "Triumverete" w11lked joyously to school for three solid weeh so that Corfare would accumulate to ., sum suf­ ficient to +eke Miss Englebreck to Gandy's and the Teek: and �[I the im she was the lif of the pllrtyl Nerl day, however, note books mi9ht be due. I hope God will forgive me for the texts I begged, borrowed, or stole in order to cut illustrotions therefrom to mount in my History Note Boot We atl thought we were meking these for Miss Engelbred, or possibly to boost our term grades. Our eyes were opened, however, our first · ye11r tffching, when we discovered that Miss Englebreck's Memorial Note Book became our daily lesson plan. Saturdays &ach week when we hurried bad to the library to S&e if MissViele had materiel on this or thet, we would be seying to eech other as we passed in the MIi, "Aren'tyou gled now you heve Miss Engle­ breck's notebook?" We were quite unconscious that Miss Englebreck was graduelly em,mbling a very complete collection of pictures. cherts, end maps. We didn't know then that she was cus­ todian of the archives. I know now, however, thet her files of Elms and the Record are complete: thet she hes catalogs, progrems, end clippings of importent events. Her Scrap Book may sbmedoy be the source materiel for e history of State Teachers College, end Miu Englebreck, so long the custodian, mey become the author of this history. All of this happened in what you call "the old building". Min Englebreck's roots, by the wey, have gone down into the P.goT•""ty,fou,

foundations of three buildings, for she began her teod,ing in w . hot ,;ight be called the grand sire of thepresent S. T. C. Well, the plaster on the wolls was hardly d ry in what to us wos the "New Normal," when the World War wes declared. Ourillg this crisis Miss Englebred:proved herself e social es well as an academic fuf-ce. For she w<>n::ed zealously as a -.. leader of ban drives, emfcampaigns.We even adopted three · ref119ee babies! Miss Englebreck spreod her &nthusiesm over many activities, encouraging knitting. getting supplies for First Aid Kits, and running drives for Smol:es for Our Bo ys Over There. It was ell ino day's work-e full doy o/+.eaching with vitolity left over for this Wer work. "Over the top over there! Over the top over here!" was her motto; ondwith this appe

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They hesitoted 11t the door, for the musty odor dompened their high spirits. lmmediotoly ossuming a rother form11I monner, however, they then morched priggishly in, lined up on the stiff-bocked horsehair sof11, 11nd looked obout them. Father, in his good su i t , . stood gozingout theWindow. 'when his brow wos wrinkled He thot, the children knew it would not be wise todisturbhis thought. Mother sot in the rocker with l:>oby George on her lop. Her hands, wom by worl: were b , usy m11noging the squirming boby, ond· she hushed his bobble, the only noise in this silent, old, dork room. The dock slowly tided; 11!1 quietly sat, weiting. In less th11n 11n hour it wos over: Best dothas were replocod by old ones, ond worl: wos resumed. But now the chief topic of conversationwos Corrie. The girls ontici pa ted her retum, for there w11s much to be told. They could tell hor ho-but h11rl:! Here she comes! . Whot followed is too heort-breoking to record. Mony mghts there.!lfte � Corrie spent weeping, 11nd her disappoint­ ment was so obvious that Fother could not beor it. On O trip to town he purchosed enough materiol to moke o d ress for . her. The doth hed a ttghtbodground wit� ttttle dusters of flowers on it. It wes nicer thon ony dn,ss Em1T111 end Jonnie had ever hod, 11nd Corrie would be envied. Ohl Whot a beautiful dress it would ITlllko! Some months later two little figures huddled 'neath o groat pile of hay, high up in the mows. "Em," Jennie uaid, "do you think C11rrie really riles thot dreu?" . ) Em slowly shook hor heod sodly qnd sighed, "Isn't it too bod she couldn't of.been here for the picture?" �NElEHl'43

member of the faculty whom the College can never replace. She likes life, &nd she likes people. With those two ingredi. ents Miu Eng!ebreck eon stir up new life wherever she goes. No metter the time or the piece, h"er secret of happiness will remain the seme: "live for someone else if you want to live for yourself." v _ v v v v A POOR CONSOLATION "Here, Emmo, come help me tie my s11shl I'm so e�cited! Oh, I'm so e�citedl" ... _ This wos the cry thet greeted a little girl as she skipped into the bock bedroom of an old farm· house. lt_w1u.,11ppcrent that she, too, hod «iught. the spirit which hung like mogic over the little household. There was much whispering 1md e�d11iming, ond people were scurrying to ond fro, In the midst of the e�citement Jennie once more spoke. "Isn't it a shame that Carrie isn't here? She'll feel so bod, ond she's olwoys wonted one." Indeed it wos o mis­ fortune thot Miss Corrie hod chosen thot doy of oil doys to visit her cousin. She hod olWoys hoped for one thin9-to hove her picture t11ken with her fomily. And now the "picture mon" wos coming from the big town, bringing oil his str11nge par11phern11li11 with him, but C11rrie wos miles owoy, too fpr to be summoned quickly. My, wh11t a big occosion it wos to h11ve one's picture taken! Little h11nds trembled os hair was carefully combed for t�e last timo, and the big ribbons in pl11ce. Excited whispers ond little giggles-the,:, three young lodies pranced toward the ptirlor to assembl11 with the rest of tho fom�y.

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A/omni To Hold LatDance Of Year Tomorrow

State Teachers C.Ollege at Buffalo

Friday, May 24, 1940

Registration Program To Begin Next Week


Get the Dodds


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