Burrus Footnotes

Sirs: ... I have always enjoyed TIME'S sense of humor and can smile when the joke is on me. Perhaps mine was a "woeful tale."

... In my junior year before I suffered any nervous breakdown, I wrote a pamphlet not the least bitter in tone and not complaining that athletics had treated me "shabbily." Nor am I bitter today, yet I still firmly and calmly believe that our University athletics contain many an abuse, and provide a rich field for far reaching reform.

Mr. Cason did not say and I have never said as TIME published "that a football player has no time or thought to give to anything but football unless he is willing to subject himself to abnormal strain." It is quite different to maintain that "today in our Universities a varsity athlete to be successful must devote more time to athletics than to any other phase of his college life." This I believe to be very unwise unless he intends to become a coach, or enter professionally into the athletic field. My principal objection to varsity athletics is that they are no longer amateurish, but are fast becoming professional not so much in the popular sense that athletes are being paid, but in the sense that the varsity athlete makes his sport his vocation, his profession by virtue of devoting more time and thought to it than to any other phase of his college life. . . .

I sometimes seriously feel that we should do better to pay all our varsity athletes a salary commensurate with their services and make them professionals in all respects. . . .

J. S. BURRUS JR.

Oxford, Eng.

Badger God

Sirs:

. . . TIME'S sport-writer said that three breaks were converted into three touchdowns (TIME, Nov. 18). But here's how Wisconsin's second score was made. Chicago, in the second quarter, punted over the goalline. Rus Rebholtz took the ball on the 20 yard line, slipped through the line, eluded Chicago tacklers until he was run out of bounds on Chicago's 29 yard line. Two line plays failed. Then this same Rebholtz threw a pass to Gautenbein who was over the goal line. Gautenbein was unmolested and caught it for a touchdown. Rebholtz kicked the goal. So there's a 7-6 victory without the two blocked punts!

Does this convince you, TIME? Will this correct your error? To pacify the Badger god, let every man in your office stand, face the west, and sing in his most penitent voice, "On Wisconsin!"

And Wisconsin will bow in gracious acknowledgment of your apology.

E. O. HAND Wisconsin, '26

Kenosha, Wis.

On Wisconsin!--ED.

More Nebraskans

Sirs:

The list of famed Nebraskans as given in your issue of Nov. 18 contains some rather conspicuous omissions. Among them are: Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill), Indian scout and showman; J. Sterling Morton, first Secretary of Agriculture and fatherof Arbor Day*; Samuel R. McKelvie, member of the Federal Farm Board, publisher, and ex-governor; Col. Charles A. Lindbergh (learned to fly at Lincoln); Ace Hudkins, pugilist; Dean Roscoe Pound of the Harvard Law School. HAROLD L. PETERSON

St. Peter, Minn.

Humble Brother

Sirs:

I have received a copy of the November 18th issue of TIME. In reading your publication I observed the article about Nebraska and I write to express my appreciation of the kind and generous manner in which you have used the name of my sainted brother W. J. While I do not feel that I am worthy of having my name mentioned with his in the connection that it is used, yet I want you to know of my appreciation of the honor you do me both in associating my name with his and in mentioning my name as a prominent Nebraskan. . . .

CHARLES W. BRYAN

Lincoln, Nebr.

Also Kalamazoo

Sirs:

In giving the names of symphony orchestras which started their season of programs last week, you omitted the Kalamazoo Symphony Orchestra. Professor Brown of Harvard called it a "national model" for cities of this size.

BETTY HAGGERSON

Kalamazoo, Mich.

Little Crane

Sirs: I and others are advocating a national Indian holiday, to occur each year, preferably in the month of October at the time of the Harvest moon or during our glorious Indian summer. I notice whenever you mention the Indians that you are uniformly fair and impartial and I trust that your great newsmagazine will see fit to say a word in favor of this program. A people from whom we obtained a continent and who furnished 30,000 young men in the World War, it seems to me, are highly deserving of an annual holiday.

You were first to print my poem, The Long Night Ride of William Dawes, and now I am sending an original Indian poem. I am one-eighth Ottawa and the only Indian poet that I know of at the present time. By the Ottawas I am called "Little Crane." They know me as a descendant of their renowned Chief Pontiac. THE INDIAN DRUM Away by the lake hangs an Indian drum-- "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" It always starts booming when the wind gods hum-- "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" Whenever a wreck on the beach is toss'd, It gives one beat for each life that is lost, And ghosts are legion that have heard the turn That rolls from the head of the Indian drum. It keeps its vigil with a measured thrum-- "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" And never in the records has a wrong beat come-- "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" A brave and his bride once went for a sail And both of them perished in the terrible gale: But all that was heard was a single turn-- There was just one beat of the Indian drum. The folks of the village were sad and glum-- "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" They said to their chief: "What's the matter with the drum?" "Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!" The big chief smiled: "Smart drum," said he, "Man and his wife, him one, you see." "Turn, turn, turn, turn., turn, turn, turn, Turn, ti-ti-um, turn, turn, turn, turn!" JOHN C. WRIGHT

Grand Rapids, Mich.

What Leopold & Loeb Do

Sirs:

. . Had I known that you were considering such an article, I would have given you some interesting facts about the Illinois institutions. The statement about Loeb and Leopold is, unforunately, not true. Leopold is in the prison at Statesville; Loeb being at the Old Prison, and instead of their being allowed but one day each year for recreation, "the 4th of July, unless it rains," they are accorded the same privileges as the other 3,942 inmates, all of whom are allowed to attend picture shows during the week, to participate in ball games, horseshoe pitching and other athletic pastimes on Saturdays, "unless it rains," and to attend Chapel on Sundays. . . . Again thanking you for your letter and assuring you that should you desire any facts or statistics at any time, relative to these institutions, I shall be glad to furnish them direct to TIME.

HENRY C. HILL

Warden

Illinois State Penitentiary

Joliet, Ill..

Funny Vulgarienne

Sirs:

TIME, Nov. 18, dubs Dorothy Parker "funny vulgarienne." Are we to accept this as TIME'S considered verdict on Mrs. Parker, as humorous, or as inexpert classification? The first hypothesis appears to me profoundly shocking, the second pointless, and the third somewhat alarming.

LESTER E. WATERBURY

Mt. Vernon, N. Y.

No one who has read Dorothy Parker's writings would soon deny that she is humorous. No one who has heard her "best" remarks can deny that they are unprintable.--ED. Barbers' Paradise

Sirs: I notice in your paper that the barbers held a convention in St. Paul, Minn., and decided there that Minnesota was the ideal state for barbering. I'm writing this letter to prove to you that although Minnesota may be an ideal state for barbering, Colorado is more ideal because hair here grows quicker and thicker, money is harder, barber chairs are safer, soap more lathery, razors sharpen easier, cut closer, and scrape cleaner, nerves are steadier, customers more amiable, rent cheaper, and barbers scarcer. It's all on account of the climate. How can Minnesota be an ideal state for anything with the climate it has. How can hair grow in such a climate, how--well I ask you! J. R. LlFTON

Denver, Col.

"Ayveo," "Asap"

Sirs:

Does TIME, any TIME reader, or time saver know of any English word that may be substituted for such well-worn cumbersome phrases as: i) "at your very earliest opportunity," or 2) "as soon as possible"?

For frequent use the first letter of each word in each phrase forms a "word" that could do. Examples: i) Will you, TIME, coin such a word as "ayveo"? 2) Advice from you in this regard "asap," will be appreciated.

WILLIAM F. OGDEN

Atlanta, Ga.

Lindbergh at Maracaibo

Sirs: The Uncrowned Diplomat, boy wonder of the air, has been and gone--mostly gone. This town was so full of excitement over his approaching visit that for 48 hours not a reputation was ruined! Friday the news came that Lindbergh was to arrive in Maracaibo early Saturday morning. Of course, it rained all night Friday and we got worried about the roads, but Saturday morning dawned bright and clear--but Lindbergh didn't. . . About two thirtyish I heard roars and so rushed to the street, craning upwards to glimpse the plane--and there he was, flying around nice and easy, circling the town several times, and finally alighting in the bay harbor. Twenty minutes later he was gone, and we were horrified, for the President of the State of Zulia had ordered an elaborate collation (I always wanted to use that word, never had a chance before) to be served at the Caribbean Club, for a very select few, following an informal reception at the Government House. The Country Club had dashed out and bought up ten hampers of Mumm's Extra Dry, the Caribbean Club had done likewise, plus a thousand limes, the rumor having spread that Lindy was a lime juice hound. Speeches had been prepared in copious quantities, and all was ready--but the bird had flown, and how! At the Caribbean Club that evening there was sadness and sorrow. In town, chez the native notables, there was gnashing of teeth--in rage--not sorrow. The President of the State of Zulia, who is a handsome creature with the most perfect set of sideburns ever seen off the silver screen, was extremely mad--speeches, lunch, limes--all wasted, and his feelings hurt besides. . . . I got the low-down on this matter of our boy air king just perching on the water like a wild duck visiting the decoys. Seems he wasn't invited to come ashore--and certainly there was -no official on the dock to meet him--they were all sitting in Government House, shining up their medals, waiting for him to be brought to the Throne for their inspection. Being a good, red-blooded American, Lindy doesn't go where he isn't invited, and so he presented his vaccination certificate, shook hands with our handsome Vice-Consul, shook the Maracaibo Bay water from his--whatever an Amphibian shakes--and departed for Barinquilla, where he did have an invitation. . . . GLADYS SLAUGHTER

American Consulate Maracaibo, Venezuela.

Randolph

Sirs: TIME'S account of the Junior Hearsts (TIME, Nov. 18) brings to notice the favorite Hearst name--Randolph: William Randolph Hearst William Randolph Hearst Jr. John Randolph Hearst Randolph Apperson Hearst Can TIME explain to me whence and why the Hearst fondness for Randolph? JAMES E. STERNER

Mexico, Mo.

William Randolph Hearst's mother's father descended from the Randolphs of Virginia, lived in Missouri.--ED.

*An error. Norman J. Coleman of Missouri was first Secretary of Agriculture (1889). Second was Jeremiah M. Rusk of Wisconsin (1889-93). J. Sterling Morton (1893-97) was the third.--ED.

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