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TUESDAY, JULY 20, 1937
SUMMER SESSION KANSAN
Comment
It's Their Funeral
(Columnist Kenneth Kitch has contributed the following comment upon a subject which headlines Kansas newspapers these days, and the editorial column is gladly given over to its publication.—Editor).
A committee of Kansas editors is meeting in Topeka this week to solemnly ponder a matter which may or may not toss this cantankerous old state into delirium; the proposed murals for the statehouse at Topeka. On the committee are such names as Leslie Wallace of Larned, Cora Lewis of Kinsley, ex-Governor Clyde Reed of Parsons, and that unprognosticatable old Kansas herdleader, William Allen White of Emporia—not to mention a few others . . . both Democrats and Republicans.
Their job is not only to decide whether or not the murals will be worth $250,000 to the state, but also what the murals should include as subject matter. The latter phase is, of course, the difficult portion of their task. It's easy to decide that a state ought to spend $250,000 for almost anything from capitals to cuspidors in this era of horrendous pursue-tossing; but when it comes to deciding just what should be included in the pictures, the poor old committee is assuming a crown of woe which will make a diadem of thorns feel like a halo of whistle-down. As smart as Kansas newspaper folk seem to be, they should have been able to steer clear of this particular wasps' nest.
Whatever the reason they jumped in, they've assumed the responsibility and they'd better requisition Governor Huxman for an issue of national guard helmets or a ticket to Spain if they ever wish to rest in peace again.
Brambles and Posies
The state's populace is already divided into two schools of mural art: (1) the brambles and (2) the posies. Members of group one have been cast envious eyes at the much-discussed Missouri murals just across the way with Jesse James, Frankie and Johnnie, a diapered baby, and a lynch gang among other rather sordid offerings.
They admire the dash and verve of such a cast and feel that Kansas surely can't afford to be a sissy. The posies, on the other hand, have been looking at the same thing and on leafing through their Kansas histories have made the rather appalling discovery that if the state isn't careful, it's going to out-Missouri Missouri. Carry Nation with her wengeful hatchet, Sockless-Jerry Simpson, "Praise-God" Ingalls, whiskery John Brown, Myra Mc-Henry, etc., etc., etc., clump and bang from violent page to violent page—and the posies won't stand for that.
If group two has its way, the murals are going to show Kansas wheat fields rippling smoothly in the breeze, cottonwoods shimmering against an azure sky, and a smoke-stack or two towering in the distance; happy children in clean smocks and pants treading merrily toward a neat white schoolhouse in the distance where a smiling teacher eagerly awaits her darlings; sons of honest toil flexing their bankrolls in the shade of their brand new Packards; Indians dashing over the prairies with their finery sweeping (scentlessly and gracefully) behind;
and above all, the motherly housewife sitting in her deck chair on the cool front porch happily counting her flock of champion leghorns and thinking of all the beautiful things that her egg-money will buy.
Those are the two schools of mural art in Kansas today. One seems a bit spectacular and the other seems too daggone sweet. If history follows history, before the project is completed each one of the two major divisions will have split into a hundred other groups, and each one of the latter in turn will have bred its schisms of woe.
There's one nice thing about it: everybody—man, woman and child—will have a chance to holler. And the committee will learn once more that it's pretty smart to keep its individual necks where they belong.
Contributors' Column
At The Concert
When I get to heaven,
I'm going to play a 'cello.
You can play a harp
But I want a 'cello—
Put it 'tween my knees,
Play soft melodies;
God will smile and listen—
You know, He's tired of harps!
They're all flats and sharps.
'Cello music's mellow,
Not like a harp.
—Lucy Gordon
Heat
Buzzing bees
Smell of flowers,
Heat of "Sol."
Weary hours,
You sweat and fret
'Til you feel like slime.
You don't have to guess
It's summer time.
Ice cold beer
And soda pop,
You sleep and drink
Just 'cause it's hot.
You shed your clothes
'Cause you know the sign—
For it all boils down
To summer time.
—B. Knapper.
I Shall Never Be Quite Free All these days that I have been without you,
All these long and lonely nights . . .
Eyes staring into black emptiness,
Striving to bring back the contour of
your face,
Or picture again on that black screen
Some small, happy we did.
The funny little jokes we made,
Foolish to everyone but us.
took together,
Then—little, intimate whisperings of
Whispering a prayer . . . . you not knowingly . . . .
The shows we saw, the walks we took together,
Sometimes, now, when loneliness is too much.
knowing . . .
That God will ever keep you safe.
That life may bring you happiness
and peace.
You nearer, and when you are here,
The tears I shed, the pain I knew,
The prayers I said will only make
and peace.
On prayers like these I build
With boundless faith this belief;
That someday I shall come to you. .
Or you to me.
that heartaches of today shall cease with
The unfolding year.
Hoping each day that's past only brings
you That much dearer. And so you see, I shall never be quite free.
brings
—Robert Jordan.
I had watched them from afar through several days, those brown figures stretched at full length on the practice field. Often I wondered if they were chained there as punishment, for they never seemed to move from their spots, but closer examination showed that they did move hands and feet once in a while.
I was determined to find out what they were doing there, so I walked all the way down just to see. It was a long walk in the hot sun, and I said to myself, "If they're just out there to get a tan I'll be plenty mad." As I approached a group of two one of them pulled a weed from the ground and threw it on top of another, thus beginning a pile. Thus inspired, the other imitated the performance, and a full blown weed pile sprung up before our very eyes. My quest was completed! They were doing something there!
"What's that stuff you're pulling up," I queried, trying to act like a botanist.
"I don't know," one said. "They just told us to get rid of it."
"It spreads awfully fast," put in the other. "But when we get rid of all of it the buffalo grass will spread fast, too. It looks pretty bare now, but pretty soon there'll be lots of grass here."
"Well, I hope I haven't kept you from your work." I said.
"Not at all," they replied. "We're glad for the diversion."
"Well, don't work too hard," I said.
"Don't worry."
A thought struck me as I left:
They certainly are well-built fellows. I wonder if they are athletes?
I.H.C.
Strong Competition Reported For CSEP Jobs Next Year
Several hundred students who wish CSEP jobs at the University next fall have filed their applications and transcripts.
Miss Martha Tillman, executive secretary of the CSEP, said the deadline for filing applications is Aug. 10, as a faculty committee will begin work at that time evaluating the applications, and deciding upon the names of those to whom positions are to go.
Last year there were more than 1,000 applications for the 420 positions open, and only those applicants showing good scholarship and character, and actual need of the NYA jobs, could be appointed.
With prospects of a curtailed program this year, competition for the places will be keener, Miss Tillman said, and applications received after the Aug. 10 deadline will have to go into secondary lists.
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LINES FOR LEISURE MOMENTS
By Ruth Lockwood Yoeman
Speed Limit
A dangerous corner,
Two fools met,
Better slow down,
The corner's there yet!
A guest at the K.U. Dames' party the other night reports a grand time. She completely forgot who won high score but she learned what the people in his old home town think of her new superintendent.
Ouch item: If we teach our children to take care of themselves, who will take care of us?
Who ever heard of being henpecked by a husband? All right. . .
All right. . . .
Would the continual putting of one's best foot foremost make one limp in time?
The short slender girl on the campus who was heard bemoaning the fact that tall people always give her an inferiority complex may find comfort in the old Scotch proverb: high houses are often vacant in the top story.
Information wanted: What became of the student who parked his car in the petunia bed?
Miss Elma Mullings, Emporia, and Ernest Kahnt, '38, were married a few weeks ago, according to information received here. Kahnt is county supervisor of NYA, at Burlington.
Believes Christians Have Democratic Responsibility
H. B. Chubb, professor of political science, spoke at the Baptist church forum yesterday morning on "Christianity and Democracy," and showed how the two concepts are closely related and inter-woven.
Democracy, he said, is founded upon the Christian principle of the worth of the individual as opposed to the worth of the group. The individual is most important in the Christian scheme and the democratic scheme alike.
Christians, he said, have a definite responsibility to nurture and carry on democracy.
Reviewing the situation in Europe today, Professor Chubb pointed out the possibility of a conflict between fascistic and democratic powers, and expressed the belief that resources of democratic nations undoubtedly would result in their eventual victory.
Elijah Cole of the church presided in the absence of the regular chairman, the Rev. Charles Thomas, who was in Kansas City Sunday.
Young People Start Picnic Friday From Union Building
Members of the Union Young People's Group and their friends will meet at 5:30 p.m. Friday in front of the Memorial Union building, to go from there to an unannounced picnic site.
Committee members arranging for the picnic are Lawson Roberts, Ruth Yeomans, Delma Oyler, and Thelma Oyler. A small charge will be made to those attending to pay for refreshments.
Jack White, b'37, has joined the staff of the American Automatic Electric Sales company, Chicago.
A new colonial cottage at 12 Winona Street, five rooms and bath, recreation room with fireplace in basement, one car garage, driveway, and sidewalks. Living, dining and bed rooms papered; kitchen and bath enameled; all rooms furnished with high grade lighting fixtures. An ideal home for a small family. This home must be seen to be appreciated. Ready for occupancy about August 1. Call or write:
FOR SALE
J. F. Stueck, 2245 New Hampshire St., Phone 3042J
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