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A Real Axis

THE MOMENTOUS news that

President Roosevelt bas pledged American support to democracy in the case of a war with the Totalitarian countries! should have મા sobering in- | fluence upon those who favour the use of force in international affairs.

it is quite understandable that America should announce her policy, for as a great de- mocracy, she naturally feels it her duty to do all in her power to assist other democratic coun- tries which may be threatered. The freedoni of the subject in the very corner-stone of de- mocratic principles, and any movement which threatens to challenge that freedom must be vigorously opposed.

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MAN-

or Men?

BY WILL SCOTT

N all the muddle of to-day few people seem to be quite clear as to where mankind is supposed to be heading. although plenty will tell you that mankind is heading, and pretty rapidly. It would be a bit easier if wo knew what man- kind is for. Then we might know if it's heading right or wrong.

It's easy with sheep and such. A sheep is meant to be a sheep- mutton and overconts. When a sheep has become a good fat sheep it's got as far as it can go. It nover tries to be anything more than a good fat sheep.

A racehorse is meant to be a racehorse and nothing but. When it has won the Derby it's done ali you can expect of it. But with men you never know. They go off in all directions.

One will suddenly get up one morning and design St. Paul's Cathedral. Another will discover the South Pole. A third will add up another man's figures and get bread and butter for doing it. A fourth will dive into the Berpen- ine every day, summer and win- ter.

Some, even, alt in barrels and let people peep at them for a penny. It's a pity more don't. I won't mention any names. In the old days the idea was to be differ- ent. You developed yourself, or tried to. If your neighbour did one thing you did another. That was the root of the whole

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Old School Ties ..

VERY six months or so I have the same night- mare. I dream I am back at school.

I wake up in the morning in a cold sweat to and comparative paradise in a world that demands no more of me than that I should pay my income-tax.

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I was by no means miserable at school. I was a damn nuisance to everybody, but I had a lot of fun. One thing is certain, however: I have never pretended to anyone that my school days were The Happiest Days of My Life.

What bad psychology that tag

that they will never be happler than when they are struggling with cube roots and irregular

verbs.

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wave of nationalism. which has swept through Ger- anyway, suggesting to children many and Italy has created n danger which cannot be over- Nationalism in itself is looked. un admirable quality, but when it becomes so revolutionary in nature as to constitute a men- ace to others, the others may take rightly be expected to every possible safeguard in the Interest of self-preservation.

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The United States will do everything possible to keep out of war, and rightly so. Ameri-

can Statesmen have followed events in Europe with some apprehension, and there can be no doubt that from the Prest- dent downwards, they are fully aware of the policies which are at the root of the trouble in Europe to-day.

At the moment, the American support must have tremendous moral effect, for by aligning the United States with Great Britain and France, the rest of the world is told in no uncertain manner that the greatest combination of power ever known is to bo marshalled as the force to guide the hot-headed to the path of universal Peace.

Last week I was invited by the Old Boys' Society of my school as guest at their annul dinner. I accepted will- ingly. With the exception of my cam- panion-who drove down to Cambridge with me I had seen few of my school. fellows during the past eleven years.

It might have been a grim and dreary experience. It turned out to be

enjoyable, amusing and slightly bizarre. To begin with. I suddenly found myself back among people who, in spite of the "Daily Herald and the radio. thought of me as "Patrick" In- stead of "Spike.""

The very mention of radio gave me a

shock, anyway. When I hnd last scen these young men who were at dinner, the "Wireless" had meant nothing more than the Morse code.

Yet here they were, fifteen years

after, talking glibly about Monday at Seven" and anking me if I'd met Mr. Ogilvie.

The oddest moments of all were the first moments of retinion. Faces seemed vaguely familiar; a name would be

mentioned and after that it was easy.

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There was young Reggle. He s younger than I and cven thinner on top; he was smoking a cigarette, speak- ing la a deep bass voice. It was dill- cult to remember, him as my right centre when I had played on the wing and we had knocked liell out of a boy who later got a cap for Wales,

A hearty, military-looking fellow came up to me. He has a fair mous- tache now and is in the Territoriain. He reminded me of his name. But all I could remember on hearing it was tho plerure of a very small child indersi winning cups for diving against

comiera.

all

It went on like this for a long time. A name, a facs and they produced the strangest associations: the angle of 'B school cap, the shape. of a bicycle, a younger, brother who'd put his rifle

rough my drum one Field Day... I could see nobody as a composite charteter, but only as a provider of incidents which for some reason had stayed in my memory.

by Spike Hughes

question

with it..

brought strange answers

John, for instance. He is a stock- broker; he went inte the job before he realised how deadly it could be. Now lao can't get out. But in his spare time ho runs a hostel in Bloomsbury for young down and outs,

Alfred is a Don. He leads a secluded

with his wing and his Oreck epigrains. Francis works at television. which he reached by way of Hollywood, a repertory company in Santa Barbara, Cal, and building a French chateau for a millionaire in Reno.

I liked less some of the answers I got to the inevitable What's hap- pened ta

"

One child I remembered had been killed nachting with the International Brigade in Spain; another had been killed in a car smash in Aden; yet another had shot himself in Gibraltar -ho was a handsome, charming boy too, who purely needn't have worried over a love affair.

There were other tragedies as well, some noble, some oddly sordid

As the evening went on there was a strange melancholy about most of LLS. No sighing for Good Old Days, but the stark realisation that the school, which was founded in 1016, had somehow served is purpose.

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We began to realise that if they had not been Thio Happiest Days of our Life, at least our schooldays had been more intelligently supervised than moni.

Our bendmaster, the languages master.

the English master hind brought to education not only what is enlled the Direct Method of teaching classics und languages, but something immensely personal which had made our school unique.

Oh yes, we produced our Blues and our Rugger Internationals, but above all we produced boys who were good democrats, who loved the English lan- gunge, to whom the plays of Shakes peare. Euripides and Molière were liv ing experiences, to whom being edu cated was (the English have the only word for it Fun.

We were melancholy because, from all accounts, none of this tradition has remained. Threa great educationists have retired: "the Old Man" to s farm, the languages master to his bawls at Grantchester, the English master to his memories of our enjoying Shakes- peare in a theatre instead of reclling | him in a classroom.

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I was asked to make a speech, but I refused. When I was there we bad Serbians, Frenchmen, Belgians, In- dians, Burmese, Chinese, Japanese, Americana, Jows from Byria and Spain. two boys from Vladivostock and one from Bidm,

Rystem. You didn't want to be like old Brown."

Nowadays, 1f your neighbour docs You don't one thing, so do you. like to be different. You don't like to be thought different. "It lon't done."

I'm prepared to be proved wrong, but I believe that if the human race had always been na shy as it is to-day of the things that "aren't done" the first pages of all the history banks would still be blank Better for that? Maybe paper. you're right.

HOWEVER, Away in the dim past Individ- unism used to be en- couraged. If a man stood on his head in a

pond nobody tried to aten his thunder. They gave him the credit. They told their children and their children's children, generation after genera- tlon, about the Man Who Blood on hig Head in the Pond. He became a legend,

To-day if a man stood on his head in a pond you'd have half the Western Hemisphere at it by to-morrow morning. "Coming in, old man? But you must. Every- body's doing it."

Crowds of them. All standing on their heads in ponds. Not a bad idea either, perhaps, if you give it careful thought.

Discovering America was a job for one man four hundred years ago, Discovering places like Frin- ton is a job for half Mayfair now. A one-man discovery would be m wash-out, A one-man anything.

doing it..." That's Everybody's the modern idea.

The old system turned out people like Shakespeare and Henry the Eighth and Whistler and Guy Fawkes and Hall Caine and Abra- ham Lincoln and Napoleon and Queen Elizabeth and Charles Peace and Dr. Johnson, Good, bad and the other sort, but definitely them- selves.

The new system, as I see it, is out to put a stop to all that. I don't know if it knows it, but that is all the present system is for.

Behind the clashing ideas and the clashing nations of this age, the behind all the strife and dozens of Ismis, I Armly "belleve thero la that one fundamental thing carrying all the other troubles on its back: the question, Is the human race to become in the end Men, different, individuals, Iko men on a chess-board, or Man, a mass, uniform, one like the rest, like men on. a draught-board? I do firmly believe that that is down underneath most of the up- uuuumu

• Shakespeare, Henry VIII, Cromwell, Lloyd George definitely

themselves.

heaval of our time. Are we to be-... come, in the end, a herd, like the sheep? Or not?

Already we are well on the way. Millions wenting the same coloured shirts, rising our right arms, shouting the same shouts.

Or, oven when we're not forced. to do so, wearing the same sort of hats, because the man next door does. "Everybody's doing it

Man or Men? Perhaps the world is making up its mind. But, as I said in the first place, I can't make up mine. I know which side I'm an. I may be on the wrong side, I can't tell. Time will.

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I'm quite aware of some of tho drawbacks of Individualism. know that it means the best man wins, and when you have a man who wing, you've got to have a man. who loses, and losing isn't so nice. I'm quite aware of some of the ad- vantages of the herd.

Perhaps when we're all alike. with no differences at all, we'll find we've got nothing to quarrel about, Just turning us all into sheep may bring peace to earth at last. Sheep havo a pretty peaceful time, I notice. Men don't. Well, they haven't had so far.

And perhaps that's what men are meant to be in the end: all alike. It won't be in my time or yours, but it may be in somebody's.

FOR centuries and cen- turles we've been im- pelled by Individual- isu. Lattic groups, Uttle sects. familles, pairs, persons, separate

ideas, lonely advan- tures, individual achievements. It may have been all wrong. For the life of me I cannot honestly say. Perhaps the ultimate herd is what mankind is for.

All Builths, Or Browna. Robinsons.

Or

There's one thing that strikes me. Even in the countries where the herd idea is strongest there are just one or two who refuse to join the herd. They have a high, old time running the herd. They are the individuals who have killed In- dividualiam. Except their own. A crafty notion.

A world full of sheep in a meadow called the world. It's an idea. But I wonder if it's interest- ing being sheep.

Tako

ก representative half- dozen men from the age that was. Alfred the Great, Thor las á Becket, William Shakespeare, Oliver Crom- well, Charles, the Second. Lloyd George. Take a representative half-dozen men from the age that. may be. Smith. Smith. Smith. Smith. Smith.

I wonder.

GRIN AND BEAR IT

Smith.

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A hunter shot at a rabbit he saw

SHARKS ATTACK

WHALE

DURBAN, South Africa, While playing on the beach bear several

If I had spoken, I would have said peering over the edge of a pile of here school children saw g-battle be that in that school of our though we boxes and rushed to pick up his game. tween a huge whale were only children, we were bound by He found only rabbit's head sharks only 100 yards from the shore, three great old school ties: tolerance,which Jokoster friends had placed on Attacked from all sides, the whale

whs torn to pieces. the boxes.. What are you doing now?" The equally und justiče,

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