THE LUMBER ROOM

Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Issue 113, 29 May 1937, Page 4

THE LUMBER ROOM

"FAUL FRY> "

— Alexis Carrel.

Contrasts. You will notice, perhaps, that the extracta chosen bdow % pe*oi^stic view of the trade of ltjttew!, But we doe't need to be on that acore, because. of ,t|ie m^ki^g of bboka the esd is more ns)®0*® wMto evec, And just aa freedom of spe«,ch kas been ihe safety valvo of the ^dtish Empire so, may- freedom Of w$7tng ko the safety valvo of ihe world iu the future, Soon there will be. no. miknowa ppr* tions of the. earth 'a surface to discoyet* Th% new world# to. oo^quer w^l ihayo to, be founjrin the. dcptha eed heights of the human mind, so let us. not put any obstacles in the, way fpr &U thqse persons who, ftol thq urg% to traptfti eyen though their feooiks pile . un a staircase to .the stars. The Circtut ClOwn. (With whitened scalp and nose bedaubed with red,. He bounds intQ the rihg and cracks his wheere Bursting with wit, he mountf % high trapeze Then falls into the nft; dupiritod? He mimicft feats pyramidal »nd dread Contortions of some '^Modern Her-> culss," While at hit shins they throw a wood,e» cheese Or, a soft turnip hits him on the headLj When tc&ting days ara dohe* and; nev«r-( more H% smella the sawduat, ftCU the. Mugto ing ©yes, I somehow think that on a daisied floor. He'll somersault in Paradise To give some angel child a glad surprdse Who never saw a eirous elown before. ' «-4john Ferguson, Truo Culture. True culture i& mere than an appre^ oiation of aesthetics; it is the ability tq appreciate tli ffSEht and, ehade^ the. laughter and tears the grave and gay, of life. A mau ia not cultured, because He has an intimato knowledge of "Wagnef's musie or Turner's paintdng. A man may know nothing whateyer about the arts, and still have a fine," sensitive aura of eulture about himIt is the. ability to eujoy Vth Ohoipin and jazz which is the essence of true culture. The quintasscuoei of culture is to be • able to refrain from promoting one's own tastes to the xank of objective trutht; to be able to say, * Th\s is heauty fo? me| that is beauty for you"; or, like the little. boy, "It may b,e icky fqr you, but it's not icky for mCi** — Ethel Mannin. The Trade o£ Letters. The writing of boolsa i§ perhaES. the dullest of aal possible tasks. Every, , detaii conaected with it is wearisome and stupdd and difficulfc. There i# no sqch thing as a good, ea?J, uuiabouto^ sentence; paragraphs, uatorallv gre far Harder than sent.encqs; whole books more impossible of accomplishment than merely difficult. "Writing books is purely an illogieal process, a species of solitary coufinement without the tangible restrqint of bars and bolts, imposed by an idiotic inner vanity and dim hope. ' ' — Joseph Hergesheimer, A?e You Dl Dove? ' How ean J knowf" " A thousand ways,' ' s,aid.Misc Jobb surprisingiy. Can you keep to the path of your day's work? Or do you stray wit'hout knowing it, and lose yqurself wholly, and come back to the biank paper £d front of you, with the clock marking half au hour gonef "Are. you forever waiting, you don't know for what— some sifiy trifle, a Astep, a letter? Restless, ate you, day and night? Thirsty? "Is there the whole strength and purpose of your body trembling behi.nd a touch ?" — Helen Simpson. •Freedoms of a Kind. "There" are freedoms that, beliexf me aren't worth while. I'm free. I'm queenr— among my shadow people. Do you think I enjoy it? Power of any kind is fun. It's what women long for, and scheme. for, becau?e to most of the bigger senses dt so rarely comes their way. "I B.ike playtog sqp, making my shadows move. But have you ever tried to do a day's walk or a day's work on the shadow of a loaf; or to queneh your thirst from the shadow of an apple against a wall?" — "Booinmang. " Toss a Typewriter. Toss a typewriter into any group of three or- mor-e humans and ydu "are sui'-e to wing at least two who haive writfcen, are writing, or are contemplating some form of laterary compQs.itiQn. Lt's a weird thing, that universal urge towards anthorship, Actually, there if no profession more exhausting and uncertain, more dependant on genuine talent, skill, and yes, luck. No other profession is so competitive, so congested, offers such small rewards to those who never xeach beyond the ranks of mediocrity. — Ann Morse. Measurtog Thought. It is, indeed, an astonishing fact that human thought, which has transforined the surface of the earth, destroyed and built nations, discovered new nniverses in the immensity of the siffereal spaces, is elaborated without deinanding a measurable amount of energy. The mightiest effort of our intelligence has iucomparably less effect, on mptabolism than the e.ontvaction pf tho biceps wfien this musole lifts a weight of a few grams, The ambition of Caesar, the meditatipps of Newton, the inspiration of Beethoven, the passionate coptemplation of Pasteur, " dfd not modify the chomical exchanges of these. great m0n as much- as a few baeteria or a sllght stimulation pf the thyroid gland would easjly have done.