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University Daily Kansas Thursday, Nov. 10, 1955.
a bit o' blarney
Bv FLANAGAN
Today the Kansan changes stafis. The outgoing one did a fine job. The new staff will try to do a better one.
This is not meant to be derogatory to the former staff, but is merely a statement of policy which should hold true for any successor.
A newspaper must ever move forward, keeping its public informed, and attempting to learn and progress from the past. One that ignores this and tries to maintain the status quo is stagnant, and will corrupt not only itself, but its public.
The purpose of his page is not to force our ideas on you, but to make you think about happenings of concern to all of us. If you give thought to these happenings, and through this thought, reach a decision about them, we have accomplished our purpose whether or not you agree with us.
We now begin an eight-week period which we shall endeavor to make the most thought-provoking in Kansan history.
Commemorate Our War Dead
At 10:45 a.m. tomorrow—on Veterans' Day—the University Veterans Organization will hold a 20 minute program honoring the guys that didn't come back, the guys that have given their lives in all the wars of the United States.
The UVO will hold the brief ceremony at the Campanile, one of the most beautiful memorials to the dead of World War II.
The pity of it is that the idea wasn't started sooner. This will be the first year at the University of any kind of memorial celebration for the war dead. The veterans here plan to make the celebration an annual affair.
Twenty minutes out of a year! That's a lot of time to give in remembering the guys who aren't around now because of a war off in Korea, or Europe, or the Pacific Islands. Yeah, a lot of time, but much less than half a life-time
The chancellor has notified the UVO that if student interest warrants it, tomorrow's ceremony will become a yearly commemoration. In other words, students by attending the ceremony toorrow, can help in honoring the war dead.
Those 20 minutes won't be missed. Those sacrificed lives are. Let's take those 20 minutes to show we remember, and let's remember at the same time that these sacrifices can be prevented.
-Ron Grandon
Hard Course Is Made Even Harder
Western Civilization instructors have probably relaxed somewhat from the series of slams by UDK writers, but I have a beef that hasn't been hit upon before. As a current student in the program, I believe I have a right to gripe.
Something has to be done about this lack of Western Civ books in Watson Library.
At the rapid pace the students are expected to keep in this course, it is quite easy to slip behind when the books are not available. This is my gripe and I'm doing just that.
Three times in the past two days I have gone into the library to obtain a certain book and each time have found all the books checked out.
I have no suggestion as to how this problem can be remedied, but I do know its going to have to get better if the instructors expect a large share of the students to pass the course. The reading in these books is hard enough, but when a student gets behind in the class it's almost impossible to catch up. Honestly, I'm snowed about the whole thing.
How is a student expected to know what's going on in class when he can't obtain the books to read the material? Either the University should dig into its pocket and buy some more books or they should drop the course. I'm torn between which is the better solution.
—Daryl Hall
Trouble with these "Deans for a Day" is that they don't go in for revolutions. How about a new University policy like filling in Potter Lake to eliminate nasty old necking.
by Dick Bibler
"NOW, LESSEE~~WHOSE TURN TO GIVE THE NEXT SPEECH?"
LITTLE MAN ON CAMPUS
... Letters
Editor:
Now that the initial shock of K-State's 46-0 win over Kansas last Saturday is beginning to wear off, it might be in order to remind KU fans that the most humiliating defeat of the KU-K-State series can still be chalked up against our country cousins up the Kaw who were soundly whipped by KU 55-0 in 1947. They've still got to go quite a way to get over that one.
Walter J. Baskett Jr.
Kansas City, Mo. senior
Kansas City, Mo. senior
Editor:
Perhaps it was intended as nothing more than a conversation opener. Maybe, woman-wise, it was an audible mental notation to go and do likewise. But whatever the motivation, the statement has taken root in my consciousness.
It was only a chance remark, I think. But it could have been malicious in intent. Who knows why women do the things they do?
All she said was, "I see all the girls are wearing white anklets." An innocent sounding remark, isn't it?
All the girls are wearing white anklets! Ordinarily I wouldn't have taken a second look at the female ankle. Well, in white anklets, anyhow. But here I am carefully observing them all to verify this statement. It gives my gaze no time to wander elsewhere.
Although my first letter has been under consideration for some time, this letter is the direct result of the gruesome abortion that occurred in Memorial Stadium this past Saturday, the Faree of November.
Not only are they all wearing white anklets, but I think that they are all out of the same consignment. Aren't they all the same coarse textured yarn and knit?
I did not propose to investigate the social or economic significance of the white anklet, the ribbed portion carefully folded down over the ankle. I did not even intend to investigate their purpose or use.
Renfreux Kirsche
Rather I intended to ask the Kansasan to relieve me of my self-imposed search for the exception, to the rule. Not that object to the law But so by obeying to observing it steadfastly deformed by the bulky white ankle.
(Obviously a pseudonym)
Throughout this fall much abuse has been heaped upon the KU students—and rightfully so—for their apathy and lack of enthusiasm support for our struggling football team. If there had been any more enthusiasm last week the entire campus would now be a shamblies! And so what happens—our inspired football team walks
out on the field and falls flat on its face!
No one minds losing honorably, as in the Colorado, Oklahoma and even Nebraska games. But to go on the field against our arch-rivals—a team definitely in our class—after a solid week of sincere rallying and enthusiasm; and then to drop dead and play patsy—that is unheard of and unexcusable! If a KU team isn't up for a contest with K-State—they'll never be up for anything.
And this brings us to an obvious question. What was wrong? And why? The first half of the game our team (if that's an applicable term) had no life, no spirit, no drive, no desire—in short, no nothing! Why? Is there friction within the team—say between the Ohio and Kansas groups? Or is there friction between the coach and the team? In athletics that is an insurmountable obstacle.
Locked doors and whispers never settled anything. Maybe a thorough discussion of the situation by the team members, coaching staff, and a few administration officials would clear the air. I'm sure I don't know the answer, but I do know that nothing could be worse than the spectacle we saw Saturday.
P. S.: A word of thanks to our very fine marching band and to the brave goalpost defenders for saving a wee bit of our face.
Ted J. Barnes Salina senior
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'High Hat' Music Is So Much Stuff
There's too much high-hat music in Lawrece. Go downtown to have a quiet brew with a background, of beer-drinking music and you can't find anything on the juke box worth listening to. Strangers, that's all, strangers, dominate every juke box in town.
Guys a good old country boy never heard of are all you can get around this Yankee-dominated place. Pat Boone, Perry Como, Frankie Laine—who ever heard of those clowns or that strange racket they call music.
How I'd like to flip on the dial of my radio and hear some of Webb Pierce's best floating out over the air. Up here the only way I can get any good old hillbilly music is to get up at 4 a.m. or fish around until I find Del Rio, Tex.
You don't think Hank was important? When he died on New Year's Day in 1953 at the age of 29 over 20,000 people attended his funeral in Montgomery, Ala. A big dumb country boy, you say. That big dumb country boy made a fortune off his hundreds of records and get this, he made them off people like you, with records such as "Your Cheating Heart," "Jambalaya," and "Kawliga." If he didn't sing them some gal took them and messed them up and the high-brows bought 'em.
To show you what kind of taste you highbrows have, some clown like Tex Ritter, who just ain't in the hillbilly world, comes out with a couple of mickey-mouse songs named "High Noon" and "Wichita" and tags them on ta movie and you folks eat 'em up. It just am i justice.
College students just aren't music lovers. They go nuts over some clown named Brubeck, but when you ask them what they think of Faron Young, Hank Snow, Hank Williams, Red Foley, or Hank Thompson they look at you like you ought to be in an asylum.
Well, I reckon that's about all I get to say. I'm just so disgusted with this here brand of music they got up here I could spit hog fat for 30 yards. I guess I'll quit and go turn my record of "Satisfied Mind" by Porter Wagoner over and play the other side. Ella Fitzgeval never stole that one.
The trouble is they haven't been exposed to any real good music. Look at me. I spent two and one half years in Tennessee and now I've got a broad musical background. Before I went down there I was happy with Herb Goddard and Johnny Lee Wills. Now I like the finer things in life, like Eddy Arnold, George Morgan, and Lefty Frizzel.
Around here on Saturday night the girls want to go to a show or out somewhere and dance. Imagine that, what with the Hayloft Jamboree and the Grand Ole Opry both on the air. It takes all the gumption a guy's got to talk to them women into parking somewhere and listening to some good music.
John McMillion
You know, if you listen to the words of those songs, you'll learn a good lesson. Each one of them has a story to tell. Take the records of Hank Williams, for example. Play them in order and you have the tragic tale of Hank's life. It's quite a story.
The surprising thing is, once you get these high-brows up here to listen to some good down-to-earth hillbilly music, they kinda like it. Oh, they won't admit it. You can bet your old boondockers on that. But glance over there when they aren't looking and you will see that kind of satisfied expression creep over their faces.
On visiting the circus you reflect the elephant would be a nobler mascot for the GOP if he would somewhat more deftly dissemble his ostentatious appetite for peanuts.
When you're feeling blue that old country music just kinda perks you up. For after listening to some of the troubles those guys have in the tales they tell, you find you ain't got no troubles at all.
'Land of Dragon' to open. Just climb in the metal box in front of the library and go down for a couple of million miles and you're there.
We noticed one senior at the recent coffee-hour walking around in a rather dazed mood. Could it be he didn't believe it?
The CROP collection hits the campus. Harvesting the corn that comes from columns, like this one, no doubt.