The Nationals will again go to the Queen City of the Sound to play the Washingtons at Colombia Oval, at which time they expect to show the baseball fans of New Rochelle, what real baseball players come from the City of Homes.

In yesterday’s final tryout Yantz, a 19-year-old Grover Cleveland High School track athlete, was outstanding. He set the scoring pace with seven goals.

Field handball is played on a soccer field and comprises the best features of basketball, soccer, football and rugby football. It will be on the Olympic program for the first time.

I have lived many years in the good old U.S.A.—in fact all of my years—and have gone booming about the country that Chris Columbo discovered, from Frisco to Boston to Miami and missed only a few of the whistle stops in between. But I never have seen a game of field handball. I have never met a field handball player. I have yet to meet anyone in America who could tell me what this field handball is all about.

Personally, I don’t care what Gehrig has got. But I’d like to exchange my body for his during the next 40 or 50 years, let us say. And I’m pretty sure I’d do all right—regardless of the experts’ argument over the Latin or Greek declensions of what Laruping Lou may or may not have.

It seems to me that Gehrig was merely getting to old to play hell-for-leather baseball and that the scientists of ailments or advertising gave him his graceful exit.

“There is so much good to be read,” said Mr. Clarke, “that we need not present to our high school boys and girls the perverted pictures of those who, in the words of Charles Dickens, ‘have studied life through the dirty pane of a barroom window.’

“Parents of this community can rest assured that I shall observe every possible precaution to see that our boys and girls have an abundance of sound, healthful reading matter. We have studied the possibility of a senior collection to include books that are social documents but that contain elements making general circulation for all students inadvisable.”

Mr. Clarke has participated in a ridiculous mess which must be as uncomfortable for his faculty members as it is both funny and deplorable for newspaper readers. He has appointed himself a Watch and Ward Society of one to clean up the school’s library and 15 books have been segregated lest they pollute the young and innocent minds of the students.

There might be some good coming out of the edict, because undoubtedly more of the students that otherwise will read the books and, despite Mr. Clarke, they ought to be read, even by young students. The difficulty is the John Adams students and those of other high schools will be disappointed with the books. They will be prepared to be shocked, probably starting the books with prurient attitudes. What such readers will look for is not to be found. Possibly they will enjoy the books anyway. We hope so.

I just want to say briefly that in carrying out this program of cultural education, I was carrying out the ideals expressed by the founders of our Republic and that my participation in that course and in that lecture is something I am very proud of. I think I was carrying out the inscription on our Statue of Liberty and that of Thomas Jefferson, expressed in the Declaration of Independence, and that the committee, it seems to me, properly ought to go into the kind of thing we try to promote and the fact that if anything this kind of course was sabotaged later on although we tried very hard to have this course continued so that the children of our city would receive the benefit of education in the field of complete respect and love for each other.

The problem with which the intellectuals of this country are confronted is very serious. The reactionary politicians have managed to instill suspicion of all intellectual efforts into the public by dangling before their eyes a danger from without. Having succeeded so far they are now proceeding to suppress the freedom of teaching and to deprive of their positions all those who do not prove submissive, i.e., to starve them.

What ought the minority of intellectuals to do against this evil? Frankly, I can see only the revolutionary way of non-cooperation in the sense of Gandhi’s. Every intellectual who is called before one of the committees ought to refuse to testify, i.e., he must be prepared for jail and economic ruin, in short, for the sacrifice of his personal welfare in the interest of the cultural welfare of his country.

This refusal to testify must be based on the assertion that it is shameful for a blameless citizen to submit to such an inquisition and that this kind of inquisition violates the spirit of the Constitution.

If enough people are ready to take this grave step they will be successful. If not, then the intellectuals of this country deserve nothing better than the slavery which is intended for them.

The reader will doubtless be interested in the reaction of our students to such a series, which offered strict organ music of the highest type. We had an average attendance of three hundred, many of whom came to every recital and exhibited throughout the half hour a self-control and attention worthy of adults. At the close of each program groups of boys and girls would cluster around the console, eager to see the stops, keys, buttons and other mechanical devices which form altogether a mystery beyond the ken of the average observer. Then, too, the pedalling proved a great fascination. One boy said it reminded him of someone doing the Charleston. Another student—a girl—asked me to please let her “play something, just for a minute.” I did. I have had numerous requests to teach students the organ. I always encourage this, even though the problem of getting an instrument to practice on is a severe one.

In conclusion, I would say that organ playing in a large city high school presents many educational values. Most, important, perhaps, is the spiritual appeal, an essential element in our day of noise, hurry, confusion and nerve fatigue. With appropriate selections, well-prepared and artistically registered, the high school can readily create in the school auditorium the “chapel” atmosphere, adding thereby unlimited opportunities for the aesthetic, emotional and musical growth of the students.

We do this regularly. When we have news of the school we send it out. We send out a couple dozen of these releases during the course of a year…Willig was a student at this school and that’s all we’re trying to say, to get good publicity for our school, to send out news releases which we think will put our school in a favorable light. If we had a riot here, we’d get plenty of press, don’t you think? We’re just falling in line with the rest of America.

“I couldn’t sleep for two nights,” said Mr. Willig, who was on vacation as he watched the second of the hijacked jetliners smash into the south tower two weeks ago. “I had a personal relationship with the buildings, kind of an intimate one, but the emotions—I couldn’t help but think the worst. I have a cousin who’s a fire chief. I don’t know where his station was. I thought he could be there too.” (Mr. Willig said his cousin was on the way to the trade center when it collapsed, and was not injured.)

Some time during Tuesday evening or Wednesday morning the Saugerties High School building was entered by thieves, who stole about $50 from the office safe. The safe was opened by the combination and after taking the money they left a note, “Pretty Soft” and placed it so it would be immediately noticed upon opening the safe.

A small bottle of liquor used for medicinal purposes was emptied of its contents and on the back of a white envelope was printed, “Your Rum is too Damn Cheap. Yours As Ever. Ha! Ha!”

How an entrance to the building was effected is still a mystery.