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THE WEEKLY University Courier.
The largest College Journal circulation in the United States.
PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING
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COURIER COMPANY,
For Kansas University Students.
A. L. ADAMS, president.] A. L. WILMOTH, Secy.
EDITORIAL STAFF.
HARRY SMITH, *Editor-in-Chief*
W. S. JENKES, '87,
LUCKA LYONS, '86,
LIZZIE PETTERT, '88,
NANNIE NANDERHEID, '88,
MARY SABIN, '89
RUNNER MANAGERS,
DENTON DUNN, 87, E. G.BLAIR, 87,
SALINE LEE, 87
Entered at the Post Office at Lawrence, Kansas, an second class matte.
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We have several times heard complaints against the management of the one bus line in this city. Recent experience has convinced us that the complaints were well grounded.
The lack of accommodation shown by Mr. Frieker is well known to the students; still we could put up with that and say nothing, but when to this is added insult and profane abuse, we object.
If bus men and livery men wish to retain the patronage of students, they must be decent and accommodating.
In looking over the back numbers of either the Courier or the Review, one cannot help noticing the frequent attacks made upon fraternities. With no other evidence than that given in these two papers, one would be forced to the conclusion that of all the evils which attach themselves to a University, none is so gross as the existence of fraternities.
But when we examine the list of editors and find that fully three-fourths are fraternity men, we discover the peculiar richness of the joke.
At the reception recently given to Bishop Ninde by the Phi Kappa Psi fraternity, the Bishop expressed the opinion that the benefits of fraternity life were inestimable.
Dr Lippincott, who, although not a fraternity man, was present by special invitation, spoke as one who had made a careful study of the question of fraternities. He thought, with Bishop Ninde, that although there might be some evils and abuses connected with fraternities, yet as a whole, their influence is healthful and ennobling,
Such concurrent evidence as this, coming from persons in the highest positions, one representing the Greek and the other the non-fraternity, world, ought to be of peculiar interest to some anti-fraternity "howlers" connected with the University.
In last week's issue of the "Sullivan Courier" appeared a sharp criticism of the oratorial contest.
The writer of the article, who signs his name as "M.," seems to have been very much amused at the gestures made by the speakers. He says "They were the most ludicrously absurd pirouetts I have seen in some time." Yes, I dare say "M." is right. It has been "some time" since we have seen such "ludicrously absurd pirouetts." Perhaps nothing has appeared quite so "ludicrously absurd" since "M." appeared on the stage in the December contest.
In his next paragraph "M.," expresses his surprise at the lack of religious subjects. Here we agree again. We, too, were surprised. How strange it is that great minds
often think through the same quill!
We expected to hear "M.'s" strictly religious article on that occasion, but were grieved to learn that "M." had been cut out of the contest for reasons only known to the judges. The next feature of the contest which suffers beneath "M.'s" scorching pen is the subject matter of the orations. He speaks of them as "a stale and hackeyed rehash of Sophomoric ethics." It is quite evident that "M." is not "stuck" on hash. Here we differ with him. Hash is our favorite dish. Still, "there are different grades of hash." But this "rehash" is good—especially the brands made from "Sophomorie ethics." Recently we were served a dish of this peculiar quality of hash made from the brain and sinews of Wendell Phillips. You might not think it, but really, it was very palatable—very palatable indeed.
--opposition which the Democrats offer to Senator Ingalls' bill.
The colored people of the District of Columbia have presented a petition to congress asking for relief from the discrimination made against them in public places, such as theatres, hotels, lunch rooms, etc.
Senator Ingalls has introduced a bill to amend the license laws of the District so as to prohibit such discrimination. As northern people, we naturally accept the theory of race equality, and heartily applaud the action of our Kansas senator. But are we not a little inconsistent in this? Do we second by our actions what we in theory profess? I fear not. How many would patronize the hotel where white and colored people were required to dine at the same table? Not many, I am sure. And I presume to say that nearly every one who reads these lines, and even Senator Ingalls himself, would most seriously object to occupying a seat next to a colored person, either in a railway coach or the theatre.
As a matter of fact, no matter how much we advocate race equality, we decline on every occasion to associate with the negro. Without realizing the fact, we compel every first class hotel or theatre to make a discrimination. Still, if any one should say that we were oppressing the colored race, we would be greatly offended.
What then, do we mean when we say that there should be social equality. Perhaps we do not know what we mean, or we may mean nothing at all. However, if we may draw a conclusion from the logic of actions, we mean simply this: Every negro—provided he has like endowments—is just as good as a white man, and is equal to him. But being just as good does not make him just the same; neither does equality make him equivalent. When we say that there should be equality, we do not mean that there should be community. No matter how much we contend against the idea, the fact remains that there is an unpassible gulf between the two races. Not because one is infinitely higher or better than the other, but because there is a difference in temperament and mental qualities which prevents their having little if anything in common.
There should be equality, but not necessarily community. The colored people should be allowed to have their own hotels and theatres, and the same privilege should be granted to the white people. This is what we believe. Of course we will forget this before the next election, and make great political capital out of the
For this reason we do not desire to associate with the negroes; neither do the negroes as a class desire to associate with us. It seems a matter of mutual pleasure that the two societies should be separate and independent.
"There are not the pretty girls ii
the University that there used to be."
The Decline of Pretty Girls.
This is the refrain we hear from our college boys every day in the year. A sigh long-drawn and deep, generally accompanies the words, to speak their truthfulness and intensity. The frequency with which the complaint is uttered, forces it to our earnest attention.
There is always a lament that things of the olden days were better than they now are. We have no such创ators as we had in our Freshman days. Our college papers are not as bright as they were some years ago. The halcyon days of the Greek societies are gone forever. There is not the life, the fun, the excitement that attended the times when the chancellor and regents were sent up to Atchison to attend the funeral of a mighty lively corpse. These are degenerate days.
Making all due allowance for the tendency to glorify the past and be little the present, the fact is too patent to be denied, that we have not the number of pretty girls we once had. We do not say all the girls of the University are uncomely, for there are many exceptions. We are particular to mention the fact of these "exceptions," for every girl who reads this will consider herself the "exception," and not take hair-pulling issue with the writer.
But admitting the decline of pretty girls in K. S. U., what of it? Are we not better off? Brains and beauty seldom go together. Brains are rare, beauty plentiful. Pretty girls can be picked up anywhere. They may be found in any number behind shop counters, doling out lace and spool-cotton to customers. They may be found in the front rows of the chorus of every opera, posing in abreviated costume for the small pittance of ten dollars a week. They may be found in every hotel and restaurant as waitresses, spilling grease over guests' clothes, while endeavoring some silly flirtation. Aye, even go to the barroom, and you will still find the pretty girls, pulling corks and pouring champaign. The whole of a pretty girl's education seems to lie in a comely face, a voluptuous neck, a pair of well rounded shoulders and a symmetrical figure. In conversation you find her stilted with mannerisms. In the waltz she insists on treading on your toes. At supper she eats with a knife, and drinks tea from the saucer. Take her any way you will, the pretty girl is a delusion and a snare.
Now we sincerely hope we have demonstrated the fallacy of pretty girls. We hope our brethren in pants will go nobly to work and address themselves to the long neglected girls whom nature endowed with sense at the expense of outward attractions. As college men, as men of taste, culture and intellect, pay homage to brains rather than beauty. Let never again another wall go up at the decline of pretty girls in K. S. U. Do penance for past neglect by vying with each other in your attention to the brilliant, if not the handsome girls, with whom the University is enriched. Let the reform begin at once.
Considering the subject in all its details, should we not congratulate ourselves that the pretty queens no longer reign in Mother Oread's halls? Does not the decline of the pretty girl speak the rise of true womanly accomplishments? Are we not reaching that goal to which all higher education should tend?
(This is our advice to the other boys. In the meanwhile we shall stick to the pretty girls.)
SAINTS AND SINNERS.
Corman space being limited, I don't know that it will pay to publish Bryant C. Preston's sensational ups and downs as he skites around the country. The latest I learn, however, is from the Kansas City Times dispatches. Preston squatted at random in a railroad car choir which some passenger came along and claimed. Preston refusing to quit claim his preemption at the say-so of so common an individual, the traveler offered a new argument in the shape of a Smith Wesson revolver. Our ex-editor yerked a huge pocket knife from the depths or his breeches pocket, and cut the stranger a severe gash in the breast. The two were then separated. I can imagine no more exciting episode since the day that Preston flew down Massachusetts street with his washing under his arm, a Chinese laundry-man chasing with a corn knife, and swearing the most fearful oaths to be found in the Mikado's unabridged dictionary. But Preston came out ahead, as he generally does.
Don't mistake that look of woe on the face of the gay student who failed on examinations as arising from the thought of retaking his old studies. No, no, no. It's because he will have to sit and listen and laugh at the same added jokes which he endured all of last session.
Somehow "Smith" failed to receive his regular invitation for the Y. M. C. A. reception last Friday night. I'll bet the jack-pot that Yearsley White, Harry Rushmer, George Hackman and some other old sinners, are responsible for this. Still, they cannot cause me to waver in my battle for the Saints. Never!
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Prof. Carruth takes advantage of the first halt in his peregrinations to write the great religious college weekly that "In the field, difficulties present themselves which we cannot forsee or fully appreciate in the classroom. In political economy these difficulties come chiefly from the human factor, which is intractable to vulgar physical arithmetic." I take this as the first sign that our teacher of Teuton is becoming a protectionist. But for the vulgar "human factor," college free-tradism might be a doctrine of pure gold instead of hammered brass, as it now is.
I regret to see that the papers of several colleges are engaged in fighting one another. Why can't they exist in brotherly harmony, as we do in K. S. U.
It is all right to erect levies to keep the waters from overflowing, but who ever before heard of putting up a Dyche for the Snow.
There are some people in the University of such practical proclivities (I wont call it thick-headedness) that they imagine I am in deadly enmity with everything I venture to criticise. If I call a student a "sinner," they can think of him in no other light than a veritable pick-pocket or a debauchee. If I speak of the unsociability of Lawrence churches, they imagine I am down on religion. If I twit the faculty on some of its foibles, they fancy I am ready to raze the University to the ground. But perhaps the funniest misapprehension is in regard to my attitude to the Y. M. C. A. Because I have frequently made it a subject for humorous paragraphs, they conclude I have a deadly hatred for the Association. To calm these anxious souls, I may say that I regard the Y. M. C. A. as the best institution religion has yet established. I resent the intolerance exhibited by some of its members; yet the work
of the Association itself commends the highest praise. Especially creditable is the work of the branch here in Lawrence. Secretary Barr is one of those mighty fine fellows with whom you always feel at home, and with whom you can talk in every day English without using "thee" and "thou." The Association has met the new students as they came to town, and removed the chill of strangeness from their feet. A number of poor students have been helped to situations. Receptions have been given. A well equipped reading room has been provided. The Young Women's C. A., composed of some of the nicest girls in the University, have rendered splendid aid to the social side of the affair. It is this practical kind of religion that beats all the sermons and religious tracts in the world.
Baker student. 1st. No, we cannot give reduced rates to doughnuts preparing for the ministry, however large the club. Fifty cents per year is as low as we can publish the Courama and pay our regular 100 per cent dividends. 2nd. We can't receive your billiard chips in payment for subscription. Our printer wont take them, so we can't.
It isn't often that the printer comes in for a good word from the editor, and it is not infrequently that he has to take the abuse that others deserve. I embrace the opportunity, therefore, on the heels of consolidation, to say that more genial and accommodating printers than H. A. Cutler and his foreman, George Hickok, never put foot in this classic metropolis.
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The class of '86 is considering the matter of graduating in gowns. By all means, do. Most of the members already have gowns. They are of pleasing resemblance to that worn by Lady Macbeth in her sleep walking scene, and those used by Epsicopal clergymen. Those who do not have them can borrow from '87. All we insist upon is that these costumes be sufficiently long.
It being definitely settled that '86 is to graduate in gowns, we suggest as an effective contrast, that the faculty appear on the rostrum in swallow tail coats and silk plug hats.
For the first time in years Lawrence has a first class newspaper; and now it's not one, but three. It is almost unnecessary to add that these new developments are largely the result of three University boys, yclept Morgan, Webster and Dean, The Herald-Tribune is probably the best locally, as Morgan gets to pick all the plums from the daily news pudding before Dean can get his fingers in the dish. The Journal has the associated press reports, which it has learned to summarize and display to good effect. Dean is also a night hawk for items. Webster, though anything but a success when on a daily, has brought his weekly Gazette to the front as a spicy sheet, brim full of sharp sayings. How a Republican like Webster can edit a Democratic organ, however, is one of the inexplicables. Whether any of these papers are making money, is beyond my ken. I hope they are. If they are satisfied, surely the people ought to be.
After a long rigmarole which may mean something or may mean nothing, W. H. Krap makes a good point in the last COURIER when he says the students should be better acquainted. When a fellow sits in class four years, graduates and leaves the University without ever having received an introduction or spoken a word to some of his classmates, it is indeed a pretty state of things. Yet this has occurred time and again. The only way out of this "nine-hole," so far as I can see, is to boom the literary societies. Yet there is little hope in this direction as long as the faculty refuse to let the societies have night sessions. SMITH.
STUDEN
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