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364 I t was an exciting day when we finally found ourselves going up the gangplank to the ship, with France the goal, where Walter would complete his work on the life of Sitting Bull while Mallory and Dorothy would enjoy life on the Riviera, and where I too, might continue my writing . We had perfect accommodations-a cabin on the open deck so we could keep our window open as we wished . Most of the trip, which took ten days, was very warm. Only the _ last two days were brisk and foggy . Everything was new and exciting and we had the double pleasure of enjoying new sights and ex- periences ourselves and also through the fresh minds of our children . We played deck tennis and shuffleboard, of course, and the night of the fancy dress ball the children took a prize with their costumes which had been fashioned from red crepe paper purchased at exorbitant prices from the ship's barber . That was the high water mark of the trip for them . We landed at Cherbourg and after ten days on the water I will never forget the excitement of seeing land again . France looked so green and so gentle and so inviting. We went through the customs with no trouble and found places in the train . The trip lies through Normandy and we pressed our faces against the window and absorbed every thing we could see. Finally Dorothy, who was tired and excited from so many new sensations burst into tears . When I got her quieted enough to talk, I asked her what the trouble was . "I didn't think that when I went to Paris, I would have to live in a house with a grass roof!" she said . So we explained to her that we were not in Paris but in the country, and that all country houses in Normandy had thatched roofs. In Paris we deposited ourselves for the night in a regular ho- tel and Dorothy decided that life was worth living, after all . I felt the same way about Paris-that beautiful and friendly city . We stayed there six weeks and during that time, of course, we went to the museums and Versailles and the Opera . But the real joy of Paris to me is wandering up and down the irregular streets and just look- ing at the thousand and one things that are beautiful and strange . The physical means of life in France are always on view . The butcher shops have open fronts with counters where the windows would be at home, and on these open counters are displayed tempt- ing cuts of meat and beside the open door hang whole sides of beef and veal, The Sooner Magazine whole lambs and half a dozen or so fowls . Perhaps the front of this shop will be painted a gaudy vermilion. Right next door will be a blue fronted shop and on the open counters will be displayed op- ulent cheese, prepared hors d'ouvres, large jars of mushrooms, great platters of raviola, ready to cook, Burgundy snails already stuffed with butter and garlic, and baskets of bright red lango- ustes-the French lobster that has four times the meat in it that our lobster has . Then farther on down the street, or just around the corner, will be another shop painted a soft bright color and this will be a bread shop fairly making one faint with hunger at the sight of long French loaves of bread, which are sold by the weight, baskets and baskets full of croissants, brioches and petit pain . Then the fruit shops-most of the boxes of fruit are on tables on the sidewalk, giving barely enough room to squeeze by without stepping off into the street. And here at the fruit shops, I had a les- son in shopping etiquette . I stopped before a box of luscious peach- es intending to buy one or two . I reached out my hand and gently squeezed the peach I intended to buy-not really to see if the fruit were ripe-that I could see at a glance, but more just for the sensuous feel of the form juicy flesh that I soon intended to bite into . In a second the proprietor had bounced out of his shop and snatched the peach from my fingers . Jabbering in French, he laid the precious peach back to rest in its nest of tissue paper and then, turning July In the photograph on the opposite page are Professor and Mrs Walter Campbell at Nice France . Mr Campbell, who was elected an honorary member of the University of Oklahoma Association this commencement, is completing work on a biography of Sitting Bull which Houghton Mifflin will publish . He is a Guggenheim fellow . Mrs Campbell is the author of " Jack Sprat , and various short .stories that have appeared in American magazines . She is at work on her second novel Sojourning in France BY ISABEL CAMPBELL, '19 upon me, he told me what he thought of me . My French was hardly adequate to appreciate his oratory. All I gathered was that I was permitted to stop and look at the peach, or I might buy it, but to touch it, and worse to SQUEEZE it -well, what could one expect from a stranger . As my conscience was entirely clear about intending to buy it, I felt justified in talking back and defending myself . I opened my mouth-No one but a traveler in a foreign land knows the ag- ony of being unable to engage in a ver- bal battle . I could not talk back, my French was not adequate . Fairly drown- ing in my balked rage, the only revenge I could take was to refuse to buy the violated peach. Mustering what dignity I could summon, I stalked away, leaving him to croon over his pressed peach. Such trifles cause international mis- understandings. For several blocks I hated the French and even wished that the Germans had reached Paris, and then, cooling down enough . to think rationally, it occurred to me that if the Germans had reached Paris and had taken over the operation of the fruit stands I should probably have been arrested for squeezing the peach, instead of being let off with a tongue lashing . Drawing a long breath of relief at my narrow escape, I . again opened my affections to Paris and let her beauty and charm flow over me . Though France is governed by a bu-

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I t was an exciting day whenwe finally found ourselves going up thegangplank to the ship, with France thegoal, where Walter would complete hiswork on the life of Sitting Bull whileMallory and Dorothy would enjoy lifeon the Riviera, and where I too, mightcontinue my writing .We had perfect accommodations-a

cabin on the open deck so we could keepour window open as we wished . Mostof the trip, which took ten days, wasvery warm. Only the _ last two dayswere brisk and foggy . Everything wasnew and exciting and we had the doublepleasure of enjoying new sights and ex-periences ourselves and also through thefresh minds of our children . We playeddeck tennis and shuffleboard, of course,and the night of the fancy dress ball thechildren took a prize with their costumeswhich had been fashioned from redcrepe paper purchased at exorbitantprices from the ship's barber . That wasthe high water mark of the trip forthem .We landed at Cherbourg and after

ten days on the water I will never forgetthe excitement of seeing land again .France looked so green and so gentleand so inviting. We went through thecustoms with no trouble and foundplaces in the train . The trip lies throughNormandy and we pressed our facesagainst the window and absorbed everything we could see. Finally Dorothy,who was tired and excited from so manynew sensations burst into tears . WhenI got her quieted enough to talk, I askedher what the trouble was .

"I didn't think that when I went toParis, I would have to live in a housewith a grass roof!" she said .

So we explained to her that we werenot in Paris but in the country, and thatall country houses in Normandy hadthatched roofs. In Paris we depositedourselves for the night in a regular ho-tel and Dorothy decided that life wasworth living, after all .

I felt the same way about Paris-thatbeautiful and friendly city . We stayedthere six weeks and during that time, ofcourse, we went to the museums andVersailles and the Opera . But the realjoy of Paris to me is wandering up anddown the irregular streets and just look-ing at the thousand and one things thatare beautiful and strange .

The physical means of life in Franceare always on view . The butcher shopshave open fronts with counters wherethe windows would be at home, and onthese open counters are displayed tempt-ing cuts of meat and beside the opendoor hang whole sides of beef and veal,

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whole lambs and half a dozen or so fowls.Perhaps the front of this shop will bepainted a gaudy vermilion. Right nextdoor will be a blue fronted shop and onthe open counters will be displayed op-ulent cheese, prepared hors d'ouvres,large jars of mushrooms, great plattersof raviola, ready to cook, Burgundysnails already stuffed with butter andgarlic, and baskets of bright red lango-ustes-the French lobster that has fourtimes the meat in it that our lobster has .Then farther on down the street, or

just around the corner, will be anothershop painted a soft bright color and thiswill be a bread shop fairly making onefaint with hunger at the sight of longFrench loaves of bread, which are soldby the weight, baskets and baskets fullof croissants, brioches and petit pain .Then the fruit shops-most of the boxesof fruit are on tables on the sidewalk,giving barely enough room to squeezeby without stepping off into the street.And here at the fruit shops, I had a les-son in shopping etiquette .

I stopped before a box of luscious peach-es intending to buy one or two . I reachedout my hand and gently squeezed thepeach I intended to buy-not really tosee if the fruit were ripe-that I couldsee at a glance, but more just for thesensuous feel of the form juicy fleshthat I soon intended to bite into . Ina second the proprietor had bounced outof his shop and snatched the peach frommy fingers . Jabbering in French, helaid the precious peach back to rest inits nest of tissue paper and then, turning

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In the photograph on the oppositepage are Professor and Mrs Walter Campbell atNice France . Mr Campbell, who was elected anhonorary member of the University of OklahomaAssociation this commencement, is completing workon a biography of Sitting Bull which HoughtonMifflin will publish . He is a Guggenheim fellow .Mrs Campbell is the author of "Jack Sprat, andvarious short .stories that have appeared in Americanmagazines . She is at work on her second novel

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BY ISABEL CAMPBELL, '19

upon me, he told me what he thoughtof me.My French was hardly adequate to

appreciate his oratory. All I gatheredwas that I was permitted to stop andlook at the peach, or I might buy it, butto touch it, and worse to SQUEEZE it-well, what could one expect from astranger .As my conscience was entirely clear

about intending to buy it, I felt justifiedin talking back and defending myself .I opened my mouth-No one but atraveler in a foreign land knows the ag-ony of being unable to engage in a ver-bal battle . I could not talk back, myFrench was not adequate . Fairly drown-ing in my balked rage, the only revengeI could take was to refuse to buy theviolated peach. Mustering what dignityI could summon, I stalked away, leavinghim to croon over his pressed peach.

Such trifles cause international mis-understandings. For several blocks Ihated the French and even wished thatthe Germans had reached Paris, andthen, cooling down enough. to thinkrationally, it occurred to me that if theGermans had reached Paris and had takenover the operation of the fruit stands Ishould probably have been arrested forsqueezing the peach, instead of beinglet off with a tongue lashing . Drawinga long breath of relief at my narrowescape, I . again opened my affections toParis and let her beauty and charm flowover me .

Though France is governed by a bu-

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reaucracy one does not feel the stand-ardization that one feels in the UnitedStates . For instance, at night, of course,all automobiles are required to havelights, but the French are notoriouslythrifty and most automobiles use onlyone of the parking lights . This com-plies with the law, reduces the glareon the streets and is generally mostagreeable. I saw two youngsters driv-ing a battered, stripped-down chassis,much like those one sees in Normanduring track meets. They were stoppedby a gendarme because they had nolights . Immediately one youngster pro-duced a red paper Japanese lantern, lita candle within it, and, holding it atarm's length over the side of the car,drove off, with the complete sanction ofthe gendarme . The red paper lanterndanced and juggled down the street un-der the chestnut trees.There are many bicycles in Paris and

at night every rider carries a coloredpaper lantern hung on his handle bars .And summer nights, in the Bois deBoulogne all the boats are equipped withcolored paper lanterns .

I loved Paris but we had to go southbecause it grew rainy and cold. Whenwe left Norman, I swore that we wouldtake nothing but our clothes. But, asusual, when we came to pack up oncemore in Paris, we discovered that wehad accumulated the usual collection oftoys, books, alarm clocks that didn't keep

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time, old shoes that we didn't want andcouldn't make up our minds to throwaway, and such various odds and ends .We finally managed to squeeze most ofthe stuff into our gaping, splitting bags-everything except an enormous hoopwhich Dorothy had played with in thegardens of the Luxembourg. This be-cause of its size and shape, fitted no-where. Dorothy was determined to keepit, she said, for a souvenir, and whenwe finally started for the train, MrCampbell found that he had fallen heirto the hoop . He was the only one inthe family who had an empty hand .When this obvious fact was pointed outto him, he said :

"I'll need that hand to get money outof my pocket . I don't mind being ridic-ulous most of the time . I might jumpthrough a hoop but IT be darned if Iwill carry one across France."So the hoop was given to the maid

who no doubt had a niece or grandchildwho could use it .The trip from Paris to Nice may be

made in ten hours, but because we want-ed to see as much of the country by day-light as possible, we took three days forthe trip, stopping at Dijon and at Avig-non. One of the delightful things aboutFrance is the retention of horse-drawncarriages. We always took one in pref-erence to a taxi when it was possible .At Dijon we jolted over narrow, cobble-stoned streets in an open carriage, drawn

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by a fine big bay and driven by a coach-

automobile horn and when he felt heneeded it, he tools it from his pocket,held it out at arm's length and tootedit vigorously . Dijon is in the heart ofBurgundy, where the snails come from .On a great carved wooden doorway inone o£ the buildings, we found the armsof Burgundy and were delighted to findthat the snail was part of the pattern.The next day we went to Avignon.

There we went through the palace of thePopes. It was this building that awaken-ed me to the beauty of medieval archi-tecture. I was interested in Notre Damebecause of its literary associations, SainteChapelle because of its unrivaled beauty,Sainte Genevieve because of the intel-lectual appeal of its transitional archi-tecture. But at Avignon in the Palaceof the Popes, which is really a fortress,I caught the spirit of the building . Itwas an emotional experience I valueabove everything that has happened tome in France . Something which I hadhoped for, but which I had hardly daredto expect .High up in a tower we found a little

room with fourteenth century murals,still fresh in color and charming in de-sign . The little room, so withdrawn,

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atory of General Electric company at FortWayne, Indiana. In 1927 he obtained sab-batical leave from the university to com-plete work on a master's degree at Massa-chusetts Institute of Technology, wherehe was part time instructor . In the sum-mer of 1927 he did research work forGeneral Electric company on the Hallhigh speed transient recorder and then re-turned to the University of Oklahoma,where he was associate professor of elec-trical engineering, in charge of engineer-ing research and power transmissioncourses. Since 1928 he has been in hispresent position .

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with windows high up in the walls thatno one could see out, held the changeof centuries at bay with its ancient mur-als. The soft faded colors, the elongated,bright-eyed fawns leaping in and out ofstiff little trees, the languid, undulatingladies with flowing hair, were contem-porary . And it was with a sense ofshock that we went back to automobilesand trains and noisy modern life .We found many delightful things in

Avignon. The children loved the beadcurtains that hang in the open doors ofthe houses and shops. They gave anoriental touch and I wonder if they arenot relics of the Moors. From a highbluff near the palace, one can look downupon the Rhone and its valley .

From Avignon we went on to Nicewhere we stayed seven months . Ourbedrooms faced the sea and from ourbalconies we could see the blue, blueMediterranean, the lighthouse at CapeFerrat-a slender white tower on thehill against the blue sky, low hills dot-ted with white and cream colored villaswith red roofs and jade shutters, yellowand red sails, and gulls-now flappingthrough the air, now coasting down torock on the waves with stiff extend feetand rigid wings to break the fall .About a month ago we came to Juan-

les-Pins, where the season is in full swing.This is pajama land and it is the ex-ception to see a woman in anything butpajamas. The trousers' are cut flaringand very wide so that they are almostskirts . Jersey is the thing for the dayand silk for the evening in the casinos .I find them very charming and comfort-able.

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I came across a delightful thing in

Nice.On Palm Sunday we were walking onthe Promenade des Anglais beside thewater and we noticed that the fishermenhad tied sprigs of some green plant onthe high prows of their boats. We askedone what it meant and he said that itwas a sprig of laurel tied to the boat onPalm Sunday to bring good luck in fish-ing. Palm trees are not native to thenorthern coast of the Mediterranean�they were imported from Africa . Surelythe use of laurel on Palm Sunday mustantedate Christianity-a pagan customheld over .Another bit of color given to the

streets are the long strips of red clothwhich hang beside the door of everyteint urerie (dyer, dry cleaner, laundry,etc.) waving in the breeze .The streets are full of bicycles and

right along behind a snappily dressedgendarme on his bicycle, I once saw awoman in a fur coat with an Americangob's hat on her head, peddling alongin the rain with one hand holding anumbrella over her. Malory said shelooked like a toy made in Czecho-Slo-vakia. Why should I try to write whenI have a child who can think up thingslike that?The dinner bell will ring shortly, so

I must hasten on . No matter what thelanguage, what the race, what the poli-tics, what the religion, I have noticedthat the dinner bell always sounds sweetto the ears of all pensionnaires. Do youremember the American classic:

Oh, how the boarders yell,When they hear the dinner bell,Oh, how the biscuits smell,Three times a day.

One of the first things I shall do whenI step off the boat in New York is toorder solve hot biscuits and a piece ofpie. France has its charm, but thereare certain racial traits that can neverbe ironed out by any amount of cosmo-politanism, and one of them is a tastefor pie.Some of our experiences have been

unique-some are common to all coun-tries, such as the rush for the bath aftera dip in salt water. I invariably collidein the narrow corridor with a great fatFrenchman in his bathrobe . Then thereis a great deal of "Pardon, Madame,"and "Pardon, Monsieur," and we jumpup and down and dodge back and forth,trying to get out of each other's way,and don't succeed . Then I decide tostand still and let him dodge around me,and he decides at the same time to dothe same thing, with the result that onceagain we stand facing each other. Seizedwith the energy of embarrassment, westart jumping up and down again and

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in the course of time, our rythms beingdifferent, I go up as he comes down andfinally manage to escape.

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toms are the big influence on the Con-tinent at present . Everyone speaks Eng-lish-American English, with its slangand idioms . All dance music is Ameri-can, all phonograph records are English,styles are American . The French beret,which the French have always wornstraight across the forehead, must nowbe worn on the back of the head in theAmerican fashion in order to be chic .In some sets it is fashionable to speakFrench with an American

accent-Mauriceurice Chevalier speaks English with aFrench accent, and French with anAmerican accent .One day, walking with a friend, I

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State go ahead 3 to 2 as the eighth in-ning loomed.

'Then Haskell's big guns, Mills and

May, fired a salvo that tied the score .Mills drilled a tremendous triple to rightfield and scored standing up when Maysmote the first ball Auker threw himfor a single . Oklahoma won in the lastof the tenth when with May on second,the result of an error and his own stolenbase, Watkins cut a vicious single toright .

Young, making his first varsity start,blanked the Aggies with four safetiesin the second, Oklahoma winning 11 to0 . Beck's three hits, one of them ahomer with two on, set the batting pacewhile Young himself surprised every-body by driving in two runs with asingle and double of his own. The gamewas played on the freshman diamondas rain had left the varsity field unplay-able .The team then left in automobiles for

Lawrence, Kansas, where it was to meetKansas in a pair of week end games, restover Sunday, and engage Nebraska Mon-day and Tuesday at Lincoln . An at-tack of sciatic rheumatism having laidCoach Haskell low, Adrian Lindsey,football coach, and former minor league

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baseball player, was given charge of thesquad .But rain drowned out both games at

Lawrence and also the first game atLincoln, forcing Oklahoma to play adouble-header against the CornhuskersTuesday . Captain Cannon submittedthe prettiest pitching exhibition of theseason in the opener when he shut outNebraska with two singles . Young wonthe nightcap, 2 to 1, although it went14 innings before Mills singled and Maydrove him home with a long double toleft .

Next day the Sooners stopped overat Lawrence and played off one of thepostponed games with the jayhawkersbut the 23 innings of the previous day,plus a long automobile drive and a keenKansas fighting spirit, let the Jays carrythe day, 8 to 6 . Cannon got three hits,driving in two runs, while Mills blasteda homer with Newman abase .Two days later Iowa State invaded

Owen field for the final games of theseason . Oklahoma had to win both ofthem to stay in the running . But whowould pitch? Cannon was an impos-sibility as he had worked full gamesTuesday and Wednesday . Young hadhad but three days rest.Coach Haskell, limping to the bench

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Bell came through nicely . In the firsttwo innings his buddies made it hardfor him with a flock of errors . But Bellbowed his neck, pitched out of hole afterhole, and when he fanned Pinch-hitterMaddox with the bases full in the sev-enth, was well on his way to victory .Not until Oklahoma led 12 to 1 did heease up, Ames scoring four times in theninth .As usual, Mills and May were the big

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