from hiding in secrecy or semisecrecy, we ought to join together ever more openly. We then can make apparent to all the beneficial role we might play in the future of humanity, along with the right to be and to live in a modestly discreet manner. And we would cease having those detestable attitudes

of false humility or of flaunting of public opinion that a hostile society now obliges us to cling to. We shall be able to gain respect by being proud, unostentatiously, as is proper to useful members of a physically and morally healthy people, fellowcitizens of a proud society to whom the future belongs.

from HUMANITAS

"Cum tacent, clamant.”

THE MUTINY

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mattachine REVIEW

by Classen Von Neudegg

The penetrating clang of the bell stripped us suddenly of our short restless slumber; we jumped up, staring through each other wild-eyed, and, slipping quickly into our trousers, ran outside.

The pale projectors were grazing the sky which was still heavy with night, and on the high walls we could see the machine guns tilted down at us more acutely than ever. While fifteen thousand prisoners from various nationalities ali and walks of life came running numb and shivering toward the square at the center of the camp, questions flew in anxious whispers.

We found the answer on the square: Three gallows that must have been erected overnight-their wood was raw and shiny. "Execution!'' The whisper

spread like wind through the barley.

"They can't, prisoners of war. ." "Not all. political prisoners. security risks . . .”

"God!"

We waited while the sky grew pale with dawn. Finally, the conimandant arrived on the scene. "Well," he said loudly to his adjutant, "how about putting an

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end to those three S.O.B's!" The adjutant grinned subserviently. "Don't just stand there like a block of wood, get 'em!" The adjutant hurried off and disappeared behind the barracks. Again we waited. The commandant inspected us silently for few his moments, hands tucked deep in the pockets of 25

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