SUMMER SESSION KANSAN
COMMENT
Summer Without Circus
We don't know all the merits of the labor controversy that has closed the Ringling Brother's circus and sent it back to winter quarters in Florida with the best months of the summer still ahead.
But we know that the news has made us feel suddenly very elderly and a little bewildered. We appear to have lived right smack into a new era, and we don't like it. It seems only day before yesterday that our great ambition was to join the circus travel with it to far places, ride on an elephant in the glittering pageant that opened such performance, be friends with the clowns, the lion tamers, the trapease performers, the beautiful bareback riders in spangled tights and the magicians who raised the vast canvas to shelter all that wonderland. It never occurred to us that anyone could want pay for leading so exciting, so ideal an existence.
And here we discover that the circus was not like that at all. It was a thing that could feel the pinch of a depression. Its owner could threaten to cut wages. Its artists and clowns and canvasmen could fold its tents, load its strange and wonderful animals into railroad cars, let people go to hunt other jobs—perhaps on the WPA—and trail dismally back to Florida in June.
And now comes July, and then August will follow, and nowhere in this broad land will wide-eyed children be gazing in rapture at the greatest show on earth.
How about Gargantua, the great gorilla, "rightfully termed," as the press agent said, "the most frightfully flendish brute that breathes?" He was on his first tour of America, and now this makes a monkey of him.
That last, we realize was a feeble attempt to inject a little humor into the situation, and we apologize for it. There's nothing funny about what
happened to the circus. It's a tragedy for all concerned.
Campus Opinion
Editor; Summer Session Kansan:
Editor, Summer Session Manager
Those fortunate people who can attend summer school with no such complication as commuting from Kansas City every day, should chant the Doxology each morning as they stroll to class.
We drive 43 miles in an nour through cloud bursts or sunny weather arriving breathlessly for our first class, dash from class to class, no time for library work, no time for special assignments, hence the profits we are lazy. At the end of our last class we meet the car on the run going back. Lunch left in a closed car for three hours is not so appetizing and must be washed down with a bottle of pop secured at a convenient filling station on the way. Sandwiches are hastily consumed between draughts of pop and we are on our way again eating dessert as we go. Once we made the mistake of bringing pie, it is easy to get pie in one's ear instead of one's mouth driving at 50 per.
The reason for this Marathon is that we have jobs waiting for us back home.
However, there are compensations. We get plenty of good fresh air and if our eyes focus quickly enough we may see the growing corn along the way and hear the song of the meadow lark. And, we are not weighted down as in another group of commuters we heard about who have five men in the car each weighing more than 200 lbs. We wonder how they get to first hour class.
Ella Hall.
He's that big shot, he's the boss of the town—he wrote me a long letter telling me of his financial successes—I'm in a financially embarrassing position now and I looked up his letter, funny, but he forgot to put a return address on it.
rtere with a pot of ink, beneath the light,
Contributor's Column
A roll of script, a book of notes, and right
Beside me, stinging in the quietude,
Are gnawing gnats and buzzy bugs
to fight.
I miss you, love, and wonder where you are,
I hear your voice, and know you are not far
Away, and singing in the stillly night. In stillly night—Mosquito, you're the
M. Kingman.
star.
With Apologies to Omar
--the various publications of the House of Capper.
Here with a quiz to face tomorrow morn
We cannot laugh our little world to soom
We either know it or we don't
--the various publications of the House of Capper.
And we may rue the day that we were born.
Hall
A fly was swatted in left field,
It fell in papa's cereal.
Get "tanglefoot" said papa,
The thing's a pherical.
Frederick Schiller.
There was a poor fellow called Willie His friends all thought he was silly
He went on renier knew he's their Chief
And now he's their Cinder.
With hands that are white as a lily.
There was a young lady named Bernice
Whose sweetheart was building a furnace
He thought he was smart
Then he said, "Now it can't burn us."
The professor called on her once,
The professor called on her twice:
He knew she was present in body,
But presence of mind would be nice
Summer School
--the various publications of the House of Capper.
Rollando—Prezident Of Limber Timber Co.
Deer Paw:
Well, I am Prezident of the Limber Timber Company now. Hit all happened so sudden. But I halve knot let hit go two my her, I am still won of the boise an work ever day in the woulds choppin an tendin hook an swabbin the skid road with fish oil. I gess I get my modesty from you. This is haw i became President:
A man from Astoryea, Washinton, come up two camp too daze ago an sez he wanted sum petrified trees fore a exposishun dawn in seadle. Washinton. I sed, Shor, we halve just what you want, mister Stiffinleg, an I sold him to hundred trees at too hundred dollars apeace. Of coarse, hour trees which the Buzz Saw men had petrified fore revenge on us was just the thing, so, when Mister Limber herd of this he sed, "My boy, you halve dun what I halve alwaze wanted two due—sell trees. I make you preziident."
But noaw, Paw. I must say what you halve alwaze sed, that their is no happiness but what their is sorrow. You sed hit! Mister Limber is only going two be gone fore a month, I will be prezdient forore only a month, an I am sad because of this, but I am not going too give up the ship because their is a leek.
Yors very trooly
ROLLANDO,
Prezident.
PeeEss. Of course, I due knot care if you take Lizzie two the show while you are in Larence.
Ray Senate Speaks
Continued from page 1
Mr. Senate is circulation manager of the Capper Farmer, one of the nation's largest farm magazines. He told his audience that the most promising field in journalism for young graduates today is circulation. "In this department," said Mr. Senate, "one can learn of editorial and business methods practiced in the publishing business today."
Adventures In a Student Directory
By E. Emery
A Youngman came to pursue his education at the University. He covered the town to check up on what was offered a Workman. He found openings for a Baker, a Brewer, a Cook, a Cutter, a Dyer, a Coleman, a Taylor, a Miller, and a Porter. Here was all he could desire. He could attend school without being on the Dole system.
Later in the summer he met a Maiden. He took her walking through the Grove. She admired the beautiful Green grass and talked of her Little Gordon at home. As it grew dark the shadows beneath the tall trees frightened her as she thought of the Bears and Wolfe that once roamed this section. He was familiar with the Woods so he calmed her fears.
After that they often walked down the Hall together to their classes. They took long walks together almost every day. That summer they were very Merry. They enjoyed life together Moore and more. He decided to try to Winn her hand.
In the fall he gave her a Ring. Their friends threw Rice after them as they walked out of the church as the Bell chimed. They spent their honeymoon in Colorado and visited Pikes Peak. They returned and lived in the North in a little Hamlet. And so they lived happily ever after.
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Activity Program Offers Many Diversions to Students
(By Frieda Cowles)
"The potential power of reduction is not the least of the values offered by the activity program inaugurated this summer session," said Dr. H. P. Abracadabra, teering on his toes and waving his spectacles for emphasis, in an interview with two summer sessions last night.
"Reduce while you learn! Determine to regain that sylphlike figure this summer. Consider the fish with its smooth trim lines. How does it get its exercise? By diving deep into the clear, sparkling waters of streams. So, if you would have a truly stream-lined figure, swim—the pool is open and the water fine.
"Tennis is also helpful in the reduction of avoidupois. A great deal of harmless exercise is gained from the sport in recovering the balls that your opponent has knocked out of bounds. While you are doing this you are also acquiring a sun tan—and one just as genuine as any acquired at Palm Beach.
"And," thundered Doctor Abracadabra, warming to his subject and gesticulating grandly, seeing the feminine interviewer as the personification of all her sex, "who of you can resist the halo hovering close above the head of a Babe Ruth? Who of you does not thrill to the sharp crack as a ball is sent spinning into the distance? Who of you has not secretly hoped to see the object of your affections a glamorous hero of the diamond?"
Turning to the man, he continued, "Here is your opportunity to become a hero as you regain that lost waistline. You can kindle the light of hero worship in soft eyes that will speak the admiration that lips hesitate to express. Softball awaits you!
"If these activities do not appeal to you, take your choice of the many others offered, but remember this, when you reach for a sweet, take a golf club."