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UNIVERSITY DIRECTORY
PHI GAMMA DELTA fraternity, Meets in the Eldrige House block, third floor.
PHI DELTA TRIETA, Meets second floor of Opera House block.
PHI KAPPA Psi, Meets on third floor of Opera House block.
SIGMA Nu, Meets in the Eldridge House block, third floor.
SIGMA Chi, Meets on fourth floor east of the Opera House block.
BETA TRIETA Pi, Meets on the fourth floor of the Opera House block.
KAPPA KAPPA GAMMA, Meets every Saturday afternoon at the homes of members.
KAPPA ALPHA TRIETA, Meets every Saturday afternoon in the Eldridge House block.
BETA Beta Pi, Meets every Saturday afternoon at the home of members.
ORATONAL ASSOCIATION: L. T. Smith, President; C. P. Chapman, Secretary, Executive Committee: E. M. Munnford, Chas. Voohits, Fred Liddekke.
BASE BALL ASSOCIATION: Manager, Abc Levy; captain of the nine, John Davis.
PHILIOLOGICAL CLUB, Meets in room No. 30 every other Friday at 4 p. m.
TENNIS ASSOCIATION: President, F. E. Reed; Secretary, F. H. Kellogg; Treasurer, W. A. Snow.
UNIVERSITY SCIENCE CLUB, Meets in Snow Hall, Ed Eaterley, President; E. E. Slosson, Secretary.
OROPHILIAN LITERARY SOCIETY, Meets Friday evening in their hall, K. S. U. R. R. Whitman, President.
ATHENOMIUM LITERARY SOCIETY, Meets every Friday evening in their hall, K. S. U. President, W. D. Ross.
V. M. C. A., Meets every Friday evening at 7:30 room 11, President, L. T. Smith; Secretary, R. D. Brown.
V. W. C. A Meets every Friday evening at 7:30 third floor of University, President, Flor Neillin; Secretary, Anna McKinnon.
COURIER COMPANY: President, L. C. Pochier; Secretary, E. W. Painter.
OUR TICKET
JAMES H. CANFIELD.
Platform—Advocation of Educational Merit.
If our sentiments have reached the ears of the regents, there will be a chancellor elected at their next meeting, which occurs next Tuesday, and that chancellor will be the man without doubt the best fitted for that position. If the regents do not see it they are blind, and they will deserve to be classed with the last state legislature. The man we mean is James H. Canfield. Regents give us him or none.
We have in this issue an article from an old ex-student who has promised us several articles this year. The older students are well
acquainted with him, and many of the younger ones have heard his name. He requested us not to publish his name therefore his articles will appear under the nom de plume of "Ex-Student."
A greater interest in athletic sports is being taken this fall than heretofore and we hope that the boys will keep it up. With some practice this fall and an early start next spring there is no reason why the K. S. U. B. B. nine should not win, and win with ease from these little B. B. nines from Baker and Washburn and such schools. Play ball boys and let us beat the Nebraska and Missouri University nines next spring.
There is great dissatisfaction among our students upon the system of examinations. First, there is the irregularity of the system; some professors accepting the grade of 90 and requiring no examination, while others will insist upon the term examination, no matter what the class work shows the pupils standing to be. Since our first entrance into the University there has been many reforms and we beg that this be changed. If the class attendance is compulsory, let the every day record decide the question of passing, or remove the compulsory attendance and give us the most rigid examinations.
LETTER NO. ONE.
As an ex-student I feel privileged to speak of some things which strike me in your college life and work that seem to call for reformation. I look back over the years spent on Oread as of the happiest of my life, but oh, how many mistakes I and all the rest made. Allow me to say right here that all the mistakes were not of the students making, however. We more than suspected then that our professors were human and liable to err, now we can see that our judgment was often correct. How many of us recall our first entry into the halls of K. S. U. and our emotions so new and varied. The world, our world, seemed so large, our heads fairly swam, and our hearts swelled with importance. Visions of what we should accomplish, of the conquests we should make and the good that we should gain flashed before us in unending procession. Well, today as I look
into the faces of the new students I read the same hopes and aspirations, and I look beyond into the coming years and I see the same failures and losses. Why? Because you are making the same blunders that we made. From your homes you come with too great an estimate of yourself. You are thinking of the honor you are to confer upon this institution; of the impression you as a wealthy man's son will create, or how you will carry everything before you as you did at home. But you find your own "sweet will" must bend to that of your teachers; the wealth of parents will not be an "open sesame" to the good will of your instructors, and your presence in the halls of K. S. U., only be considered a favor when you shall have earned your way to distinction. Set aside your preconceived ideas of your own genius, get down to hard, honest study, and win not only the reward of knowledge, but the golden opinions of both students and professors.
I wish I could endow a chair of gymnastics in the University. Such lack of grace as some of you show in every movement. Yes, I should teach dancing too. A graceful manly walk, an easy carriage of head and shoulders is as necessary to a good position in the best circles as brains. An awkward, ungainly man may make money, or be a learned servant, but he will not carry the weight that he would if he were well developed and easy of manner. Look to it, boys, that you are not forgetful of these things. Grant a man a well proportioned body, an easy, graceful manner, a kindly heart and a good education, and you have given him every power to move the world.
EX-STUDENT.
SUNRISE
For some weeks our party had been planning a hunting trip to the range. We had fully discussed the matter, had counted our deer, bear and sheep, had decided that it was to be the grandest success of the summer. When the day set for the departure arrived, everyone was on the move, guns were taken apart and cleaned and ammunition was prepared for a wholesale slaughter. It was late in the afternoon before we left camp. For two hours all went well. The burro went as slowly as ever, the boys cussed him as eloquently as was usual at such times. An occasional stop to shift blankets from one shoulder to the other, or to let our "wind pumps" catch up, caused some slight delays in our march. About 4 o'clock a stop was made which was not on the program. It rained. I have heard it said that "it never rains but it pours." It poured on that occasion. Kind friends, picture if you can eight fellows roosting under spruce trees like forlorn cihckens under gooseberry bushes; finally the spruce trees began to leak, so four of us 'tock up our station on a log and covered our heads with rubber blankets, trying to keep as dry as we could. It was not a success. Never were youths more thoroughly doused. We went on at last, "Old Sol" condescending to show us his face for a time. We reached "Windy Gulch" and climbed up the rocky path to Timber Line camp, got supper, gathered an enormous pile of wood for one nights fire, divided the party into watches and tried to go to sleep.
It rained a little and then snowed a little, but at last the weather clerk let us have peace. As the weary watches of the night dragged on I could hear the boys moving around the fire, adding new logs and stirring up the blazing pile. It was not funny. I was sorry for myself when I thought of my turn. At 3 a. m. I was called; stirred the fire, ate a cracker or two, lit my cob-merschaum and sat down to meditate on my sins and wish for 4 o'clock.
The clouds which had been hovering around all the afternoon and evening had settled down into the valley. On the range all was still and clear. The stars shone brightly, the pale rim of the moon shone as a disc of silver in the west. Below us, instead of a wilderness of burned and fallen timber, was cloudland. As dawn grew redder, the cloud forms began to assume definite shape. We seemed no longer on the mountain top, but on the shore of some rocky desert island, below tossed and rolled the restless wave of the ocean. No storm on the face of any sea was ever more beautiful to behold than that picture of rolling cloud waves. At last it was fairly light and we could see, miles away, other islands, mountainous ones, rising above the waves. These peaks covered with eternal snow formed the back ground, the ocean of clouds, the body of the picture, which was framed by a foreground of rocky cliffs and dead timber.
Even as we looked, the airy forms began to melt away under the influence of the newly risen sun.
The phantom ocean was scattered like mist, the snowy islands became familiar mountain peaks, and we looked on beautiful Estes park.
The picture was gone but the impression it left will not soon be effaced from the minds of those of us who were fortunate enough to behold it.
THE CHAPPIE TOURIST.
He goes to a summer resort because "Its the thing to do, you know," not because he anticipates any great amount of fun. He pays an exorbitant price for board at a stylish hotel, puts on his best clothes and proceeds to kill time. He plays tennis with the girls and flirts a bit to keep his hand in. He watches the country boys play ball and shouts encouragement to his friend they pitcher in the following terms: "Now then, chappie old boy, show 'em what ball is." "Bravo! chappie old boy, well played."
The "chappie" goes riding once in a while. He rides a bob tail horse, usually he can't ride well but flops his wings like an old hen on a shaky roost.
When he goes fishing he is equipped with costly pole and landing net, fish basket and waders, and all the other paraphernalia of dude fishermen but he is often piqued when he sees sundry "Jay" campers with linen line and willow pole, catch more fish than he does. That is frequently the case, too. He never forgets his dignity, that and money are all that he has to recommend him. He never will descend so low as to speak to anyone whose clothes are not strictly a la mode, nor will he smoke anything but but the best cigars. He "cawn't e dure a pipe" nor anyone who smokes one; "so dweadfully vulgah."
I have often wondered what possible inducement some classes of young men could possibly find to lead them to the summer resorts. They do not indulge in any healthy exercise, nor do they find any amusement that could not as well be indulged in at home. Tennis, billiards, quoits and such games are not the main mountain attractions. Our crowd did not look like dudes—nay—we looked far more like horse thieves than anything else, but we did indulge in more healthy exercise than we could have gained in a year at a hotel, we did have endless fun, and every one of us feels better for our trip. Yet our whole summer trip cost us but little more than one week of "chappie" existence. R.E.HENRY.
Abe Levy sells the best hat in town.
For Best Shaft Coal go to Griffin's.