LAWRENCE, KAN., SAT. DEC. 14, 1901
The Dramatic Club. Art Notes.
"Shore Acres" is the play Scott Sterling son of Profes-
A Communication.
Shop Suggestions
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issue in guise or even should give expression to per se not commendable. In a college paper treating matters without fear or favor,ical slander is out of place. political bitterness must out, it more in accordance with the c mary courageous attitude o editor, to seek no subterfuge f claring that our government tyranny, our past administrs s fish and corrupt, and our so brutes and murderers. Since editor apparently follows c the spirit of the one whose po views the American people cast contemptuously upon dumping ground for cowardic moon-eyed statesmanship, n will doubt that his scurrilou can produce profane ball ads Tennessee regiment, as inde can on all other matters; and the dirty work of defaimin country and its soldiers, is enticing to him than the dity of fighting his country's battle
EDWARD H. SM
The following is the arti which Mr. Smith referred.
It is not inappropriate for one who has a grudge against ling to take advantage of the fortune he now offers to them to up and swat him in the neck, he always exploited the doctrinate, of the strong against the. In his success he had the nery ridicule and hate the people (Aicans) who swelled his coffers their dough. Now since he shown that he is shameless, merely in for the money, he has his singing voice. But he fails to wag the stump of it as as there is gold in sight. Our ple are sick of his drunken, swing brutes of British soldiers, those songs of Danny and you have grown awful so since we have watered and plundered and plundered race, half devil and child." We could write bluete profane bulls about a Tennsit regiment starting for Manilla forty Filipino prisoners and seven of them lasting till they there, and could ring in a ch about beating out the Tagalog's b that would be great. We could sweety about bloody deeds in brake and rice field, of burning pleading fathers with dead chil on their shoulders, "no qua and the bayonette, but we ashamed of our villainy, and ter to have our dirty work uns
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The Phi Gams have bought the Summerfield house on Leiana street, which will be in the fraternity chapter house.
THE KANSAS UNIVERSITY WEEKLY
legiate games.
I understand that as a matter of fact you are much attached to these inter-collegiate games and I believe I have thought out a way in which these inter-collegiate games can be managed, which would be free from all the objections urged against the present plan.
My proposition is this: During the Freshman year no man shall be allowed to play on the college team, but all shall be given ample opportunity to train. On the first day of October of each year a committee shall come over from the Missouri State University and shall make a physical examination of all the men in the Sophomore, Junior and Senior classes and shall select for your college team the eleven men whom they find to be in the poorest physical condition. At the same time a committee shall go from the Kansas State University to the Missouri State University and from the Sophomores, Juniors and Seniors there, select eleven men on the same principle. These shall constitute the college teams.
This plan, you will readily see, is somewhat analogous to the game of “Hearts” at cards. No man will to be on the college team, as a position there will be a sort of booby prize. There will be then a steady pressure on every man to keep in good physical condition for fear that he may be selected on the foot ball team. The men playing upon the team will always be the men who most need training and exercise; and very often they will be the men who will be positively benefited by neglecting their studies. Under this arrangement it will be the big, stout, hearty fellows who will wear the ribbons and the chrysanthemums and who will sit on the benches and shout. A victory under these circumstances would be just as glorious as under the present circumstances. It would show that the weakest in Kansas were stronger than the weakest in Missouri. There would, under this system, be no temptation to professionalism. Neither University would ever hire a man to enroll himself as a student just because he was the weakest man that could hold all the plans above.
Believing that this plan solves a much vexed question, I beg to subscribe myself.
Your sincere friend.
J. W. GLEED.
Topka, Kansas, Dec. 7th, 1901.
CHRISTMAS MEMORIES.
BY E. S
Without, the night was cold and wild. Great gray clouds overshadowed the moon and through their mist the street lights shone dim and ghostly. The wind with a low sullied moon was driving the snow into huge spectral drifts and hurling it roughly against the window panes. To the woman who watched it at her casement it seemed that some wild reckless spirit was venting its dispair.
"How dreary; how inexpressibly dreary," she shuddered as she drew her fur-lined mantle closer about her shapely shoulders. Sudden y, sweet and clear, above the storm, rose the voices of children in a neighboring church; they were singing a Christmas carol;
"Beautiful Star of the East
Shining in hostre down. Bright was the radiance cast. Over the earth fields brown."
They were telling over again in song the beautiful story of the Christ-child. How long since she had heard it, like that, she thought.
"Lighting each valley and hill.
Under the orient skies.
Calm but tiny rays and soft
Down where the Savior lies."
Joyously the children sang, and a strange longing possessed her to feel as they felt, to share with them the pure sacred gladness of the Christmas time.
Restlessly she turned from the window, and walked into the firelight. Within the room all was warmth and richness and color, a fit setting for her own proud stateliness. For she was a beautiful woman, she knew it, and had been glad that it was so, she had a true appreciation of its value. It had helped her to secure and to hold undisputed the brilliant social position to which she had aspired. She glanced thoughtfully about the room with its beautiful furnishings. How different it was from the tiny cottage in which she and Ned spent the first few years of their married life. Of late years the demands of society had left her small time to think of that first little home. Dear Ned, he had worked so hard through the long summer days to make it ready for her coming, and they had been so happy there. She wondered at the feeling of unrest which held her in its control. Tonight she was wearied alike of wealth and social rank. The beauty
of her surroundings seemed to her but to bring in bold relief, the poverty of her heart.
But the child voices was still with her-
"O beautiful silvery Star
Ever thy glad rays shine;
Clear from the regionons after Herald of love devine."
A light came into her face, she started, paused a moment in hesitation, then went swiftly into an inner room and returning with a small sandalwood box, she seated herself by the open grate.
For a moment she sat looking at the coals with a tender musing gaze, then she reverently lifted the lid of the box. It was filled with memories of other years.
She took out a gorgeous red apple pinchbush with green flannel leaves. It was a souvenir of one stormy Christmas when "poor Santa had got snowed in." A beautiful corn cob doll and some animal cookies of a fearful and wonderful pattern had been in the stocking along with the pin cushion, but they had vanished long ago. She knew now the true story of that "hard times" Christmas, but how happy she had been then and how merrily she and mother had laughed at the thought of poor Santa Claus sad plight. Dear mother, how sweet and patient she was, always. Taking to herself so many little heart aches that they might be spared to others. Lovingly she pressed her cheek against the little red pin cushion and a brightness that was like a gem sparkled among its green flannel leaves.
The next object brought a swift smile of rememberance, it was her first gift from Ned. How well she remembered that Christmas the little country church whose bare walls were hidden underneath the fragrant garlands of evergreen and bright red autumn berries. Then there was the splendid Christmas tree, with its pop corn chains, rosy cheeked apples and twinkling lights and its choice menagerie of candy animals. She languaged softly to herself as she thought of that menagerie of assorted sizes and colors, and how a large red dog with a fierce red mouth and a bright green tail, quite frightened the life out of a very pink little elephant that was modestly trying to keep out of the way of a surply chocolate cat.
But above all she remembered the sweet Christmas spirit that filled