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SUMMER SESSION KANSAN
FRIDAY, JULY 2, 1937
Comment
Muffing a Chance
Unknown or at least disregarded by many university students is a really great opportunity. It exists right here on the campus, and can be seen by anybody who peels his eyes in the general direction southwest of the stadium. It is the campus golf course.
If all the non-golfers in the summer session realized what a powerful asset the ability to play that much talked-of game amounts to, the little course would be packed every day and nine times over the week-end. White balls would whiz in every direction, and armor-plate would replace plus-fours as the latest greens fashion.
The sense behind these seemingly exaggerated statements can be seen when one considers what an advantage the aspiring young man able to play golf has over his aspiring young competitor who does not know the game. Most people know that training and experience aren't all it takes to get a foothold in this man's world. Frequently it's a matter of "breaks." And many a person has golfed his way into a "break" that took him farther than years of mere plodding could possibly have done.
Another thing: The game played with the little white pills and the slender-shanked clubs also is said to be plenty of fun on its own account, quite apart from the mercenary aspect already discussed.
(P.S. — The K.U. course has no greens fee).
All quiet-like and unannounced, the summer session has gone through nearly half its scheduled eight weeks. Just sit tight and the first thing you know, you'll be cramming for final exams.
Speaking Practically
A lot of the razzle-dazzle of college life nets papa's boy little or nothing, if a story published in the Wichita Beacon recently is reliable. Discussing qualifications sought by industrial scouts combing American campi this spring, the article debunks the value of the applicant's record in extra-curricular activities. And extra-curricular activities, including everything from dancing to debating, and from pitching horseshoes to "pitching the woo," usually are regarded by student and professor alike as absolutely essential to a so-called "well-rounded" college life.
Here are the conclusions reached in the article:
A high scholarship record continues to be one of the best recommendations that a member of the graduating class can offer as an applicant for a job.
There is an increasing tendency on the part of employers to look with particular favor upon men who have had some measure of successful employment experience gained during their vacation periods or in part-time work.
Except in instances where certain types of positions are involved, an applicant's record in extra-curricular activities is considered of neither primary, nor even secondary importance, by employers.
More stress is being laid than ever before upon the degree of interest a student displays in specific branches of a firm's activities.
Granted that a considerable amount of social life and recreation are necessary to offset the confinement submitted to in "becoming educated," nevertheless it is interesting to know that the big shots who will decide the student's fate when he leaves school aren't particularly sold on the "extra-curricular" idea. To the average just-fairly-bright student, who is unable to carry his school work and find much time on the side for other things, it gives a lot of hope.
The most boresome story of the week concerns a University student (name not given), who yawned so deeply in class that he threw his jaw out of place. He even is said to have required the services of a downtown physician before his face assumed a normal contour again. And was the instructor's face ever red!
If any reader by any chance bears with the editorial column down to this point, he may be wondering just how inconsistent it is possible for a person to be, devoting several hundred words first to debunking extra-curricular activities, and then giving quite as much space to a discussion of advantages to be gained in one of those activities. It all goes to show that every rule has its exception—even this one.
THIS and THAT BY KENNETH KITCH
News Heading; "Back to Work." And without reading the story it sounds like Ulnc Ike Gibbs of the home community, whose wife has made the family living for so long that she quit putting pockets in her husband's pants.
Here's a paragraph that simply has to be quoted: "Will Huff, editor of the Clafflin Clarion, took time enough the other week to brush the dust out of his eyes and indict: 'Pictures of the Duke of Windsor and his new wife may be of royalty but they look like any other newly-married couple to us. The bride looks triumphant and the duke looks like a sap."
And we'll never forget how sore Will became once when a neighboring newspaper quoted the Huff publication and accidentally left the "1" out of Clarion.
From an unknown contributor:
"It is rumored around that a small nettel-weed on Corbin Hill' is accomplishing more than Miss (Dean) Meguiar ever hoped to."
The Wall Street Journal is carrying things too far. On a recent page it has a huge picture of Mrs. John D. Rockefeller, III, with the caption: "An Heir Is Born."
The big society event of the week, of course, is the welding of the Roosevelt and duPont branches. If Miss duPont had been a divorcee and young Roosevelt a princling, the wedding would have been on the radio. As it was, it had to be content with most of the nation's newspaper space.
Things: Contributed—One of the great difficulties of summer school is to determine which bald head belongs to a professor and which to a student. (Hi, John!). . . A certain earst-while business student has enrolled in five hours work and has purchased two blankets. My, what luxury these modern college youths
afford. In our day, we had to be satisfied with straw stacks. . . A young lady walked into her class the other day with an alarm clock under her arm. It would be interesting to know who her professor chance to be. . . Nothing quite so fly-in-the-pie-like as an old suit of underwear flopping on the line behind a brand, spanking new little cottage. . . A certain student yawned so ponderously in law class the other day that his jaw was dislocated and he had to seek a doctor. . . Editor Ed. Barnett has been bouncing a silver dollar around all morning—asking people to look at it as a curiosity. He'd better look at it himself because tank-town editors and missionaries to the Chinese see a lot less of them than other folks. . . Oh, yes! We forgot to mention school teachers. That ought to mollify the Fraser hall gang. . . And if anyone questions whether Kansas high school teachers receive miserly salaries or not, just step over to the Teachers Appointment bureau bulletin board in Fraser's main corridor and have a look at the salaries which are offered for the vacant positions listed there.
Contributors' Column
As I sit here hunched over my desk, enjoying each puff of my faithful pipe and preparing to enjoy even more my perusal of a gigantic textbook. I'm rudely jarred out of my reverie by the flapping of wings in my face and something strikes me on the point of the chin. And what is it? A moth! It's just one of my roommates wanting to play again.
But I'm getting tired of it. I can't work, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without one of these bothersome chums nudging me playfully between the eyes or flying by mistake in my ear or down my neck. It's certainly annoying, and the worst of it is that I can't do much of anything about it.
They're certainly funny, these moths. Now, look at that one there, flying around frantically trying to break the light bulb, going off into the corner and making a flying dash at it. And then this colorful little one here. He just must see everything on my desk, no matter whether it is the pen I'm writing with or the paper I'm writing on! It's about to drive me crazy.
Ive tried to be nice to them. I’ve talked to them, coddled them, even refereed their fights, but they don’t seem to have any sense of gratitude. Always they come again to bother me. And I won’t stand for it. I’ll kill them, that’s what I’ll do!
J. C.
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Editor Summer Session Kansan:
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If one were to read this column every day he would go crazy worrying about the futility of it all. Nobody ever has any posses to throw. Always someone is berating the management of this or that or complaining about the weather.
LETTERS to the EDITOR
After all, there are some things in life worth rejoicing over and I think they should be given due credit. And I think that one of the bouquets should go to the Summer Session Kansan itself for the lively and entertaining manner in which it brings us the news of the week, in addition to other interesting matter. Heaven knows there isn't much news going on on the Hill, and the editors are doing well even to fill up four pages. But to make them interesting and enjoyable is a Herculean task in itself, and I think the staff deserves real credit for it.
There must be a crop of posies this year, so I suggest that one go to the Kansan.
James H. Coleman.
(Thank you, Mr. Coleman—Ed.
Hollinger-Powell Wedding
Took Place Last Week
Miss Hazel Ruth Hollinger, Kansas City, and Wayne M. Powell, Pittsfield, Mass., were married last week.
Mr. Powell took a degree in electrical engineering from the University, and is employed at present by the General Electric company at Pittsfield. The bride has been employed in Kansas City for several
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years. After a trip through the northeastern United States and parts of Canada, they will live in Massachusetts.
Faculty Pianist's Number Featured in Chicago Concert
Ruth Orcutt, of the School of Fine Arts piano faculty, was honored last week at the 70th anniversary of the Chicago Musical College, June 23 to 25, when her selection, "Passacaglia," was played by an instructor in the college.
A former student at the college, Miss Orcutt wrote "Passacaglia" several years ago. It is a piano solo built around a theme of eight measures, with eight variations.
The selection was one of several numbers making up an alumni concert feature during the anniversary festival. Miss Orcutt submitted it at the suggestion of Rudolph Ganz, of the college, who was in Manhattan a few weeks ago to attend the state convention of music teachers.
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