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Title TREK
Subject Internment of Japanese Americans, 1942-1945; Japanese American Evacuation and Relocation, 1942-1945
Description Newspaper published by the internees at Topaz Japanese Internment Camp.
Date 1943-02
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Digitization Specifications Scanned and OCR'd by a colleague of Jane Beckwith. University of Utah received JPEG images approximately 700x900 pixels with associated text files.
Source Original journal: TREK
Contributing Institution Topaz Museum, PO Box 241, Delta, Utah 84624
Language eng
Rights Management Digital version, copyright 2004 Topaz Museum. All rights reserved.
Metadata Cataloger Kenning Arlitsch
ARK ark:/87278/s6vh5mtj
Setname tc_tm
Date Created 2004-09-03
Date Modified 2004-09-03
ID 341494
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5mtj

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Description der and slanted less. He opened the closet door so that the mirror ori it made an acute angle with the one in which he was staring. He looked at his profile and then tried a three-quarter.And he •wondered again how he would look if his skin were a little lighter, and his chin stuck out a little bit more, and his lips, a little less. He combed his hair; most of it stayed in place, but on the sides it stood stiffly out from his head in spite of the pomade. Then he critically watched himself as he tested a couple of smiles-one, magnetic, warmj exuding personal charm; the other, cold, disdainful, heavy with the mystery of the Far East. Satisfied with himself, he turned off the light and stepped into the hall. Music was coming up from the staircase at the far end. As he walked down the hall, John thought of how swell it was to be living in a student cooperative. He had made a lot of new friends-guys like Jorgensen, Johnson, Nunnelly, Weinberg, Altvazian, Pareto, and a dozen others. He would enjoy his sophomore year a lot more than his first one at the University. As a freshman he had lived in a 'tiny attic room on the north side of the campus; in the winter the roof had leaked. No more of that for him, by god. No more slushing through the rain looking for a better room and getting the same answer from most of the landladies-; "Sorry. Don't take in Japs." All that was over now. The sooner he forgot it the better. John heard a clarinet taking up the solo in the' music from downstairs. He walked faster. At the stairs, he almost ran into Bill Johnson coming down from the third floor, "Judas 1 You look good, John," Bill said. "To hell with you." John felt warm and excited. Bill was a swell guy. John stood near the recording system and watched the dancers. It looked simple enough-very much like the step he had learned at dancing class in his high school gym. One and two and slide. One and two and slide. Easy. Jorgensen, who lived across the hall from him, drifted by and winked at him. John gave him a flip of the hand which he tried to make as careless and worldly as possible. God, but his girl was built; straight, boeutiful legs, and breasts just made for a sweater. He watched Jorgensen and his partner disappear into the crowd of dancers. The women all looked good to him, and he thought how nice it would be to dance with them, to hold them close and have them smile at him. He wanted to go out on the floor and ask a girl, "May I?" And maybe she would smile and nod, and then she would laugh a bit-beautifully -when he told her, "It's been a long time since I danced last. I don't know these steps too well." Then'he would dance-one and two and slide, one and two and slide, ?<* * '•• He moved closer to the recording apparatus. He stuck his hands in his coat pockets and hummed the melody coming out of the amplifier. He wished he had the guts to ask. But he knew already how he'd feal if she said no, or if she made some excuse about not wanting to dance just then. It would be like starting from scratch again-like going back to last winter when he was hiking around in the cold, looking for a better room. John watched the technician change records. "Quite a crowd tonight," he said. "Yeah." The technician was drawing the next disc from the envelope. "Need any help? I could file some of the records you've already used back in the box." "Naw-. We'll use most of them again tonight." "Oh. Thought I could help." He stood there waiting for Flamingo to finish. "All these girls go to the University?" "Yeah...I guess so." "They're kind of pretty." "• -rt: The technician didn't seem to hear him. He bent over the amplifier, making adjustments. John moved away from the recording sot to a darker part of the room. From his new position he could see both the entrance to the din,ing hall and the dancers. And he felt less conspicuous. He recognized many of the fellows. They had often dropped into his'room for poker games and bull sessions. So long 30
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Resource Identifier 032_pg30.jpg
Source Original journal: TREK
Setname tc_tm
Date Created 2004-09-03
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 341477
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5mtj/341477