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University Daily Kansan Thursday, Nov. 3, 1955.
Let's Pardon Catnappers
We finally got Touchdown IV!
There have been some attempted catnappings during our stay at KU, and we've heard the old-timers tell how the K-State mascot appeared on the campus in former years. But this is the first time in a while that anyone has been successful. Power to them.
If the peace pact had been followed to the letter, the catnapping wouldn't have happened, but in this case, we don't think the peace pact was articulate what with the sentiments of the student body. All of the students we have talked to think that those who took the cat "pulled a cool one" on K-State. So we have the All Student Council, the supposed representative of the student body, promising to enforce a pact which the students, in this case, don't want enforced.
This is not enough. It is not a punishment, not even a reprimand, to the guilty parties. Those who committed the acts, in both cases, should be treated as common criminals.
The acts of out and out vandalism present an entirely different problem. There is no excuse, at any time, for destroying public property. Particularly unforgivable was the painting of the campanile, a memorial to those killed in action. The acts committed by KU students at Manhattan are no more excusable. George Sheldon, ASC president, said Tuesday night that K-State would pay for removing the paint, and the KU would do likewise if our students committed vandalism there.
The borrowing of Touchdown, however, caused no damage or injury. No property was marred or defaced. The cat, reportedly has been well fed and well cared for, and will be returned, purringly content, to her rightful owners. Technically, it is a violation of the law—the letter of the law. Technically, it is grand larceny. But by no stretch of the imagination does it violate the intent of the law.
No one has been injured, nothing has been damaged (excepting one padlock) and the intent is for the animal to be returned safely. This kind of act should be accepted in the light of such a traditional rivalry. Perhaps if officials would ignore this kind of prank, carefully planned to cause no damage, more student energy would be directed in this direction and not toward willful acts of destruction.
You can control criminal vandalism, but this should be handled by the proper civil authorities, not by signing a paper.
Still, the peace pact has been violated. The peace pact, too weak in one case and too strong in the other. Let's pull our heads out of the clouds and forget the peace pact. You can't legislate the Kansas-Kansas State rivalry out of existence.
College students should be above throwing paint and writing four letter words on sidewalks, but let's not condemn a harmless prank that perpetuates a healthy competitive spirit.
Larry Heil
Students Arise! Choose A Slob
Students! Stand up for your rights! Since when does the faculty have a corner on bums? We grant that their experience in this field is a heavy factor in their favor. But we feel that the student body can hold its own because of its overwhelming numbers, some of which must be highly qualified.
On second thought, let the fossils have their "Biggest Bum." Let's do them one better. We advocate a contest for the "Biggest Slob."
Why right here in the journalism factory, we have three outstanding candidates. First, there's the eminent sports editor and Western Civilization expert, John McMillion.
Last year, he had the University Veterans Organization on his neck, and this year it was Prof. Rupert Murvill of the Western Civ department who took him to task. The combined efforts of these two should provide strong backing for his candidacy. Besides, anyone who'd pick Navy over Notre Dame must be a slob.
The only trouble with Herrington's nomination is that he too, had the animosity of the UVO last year, when he fought the proposed honor system. This might split that organization between McMillion and Herrington.
Secondly, we have our illustrious managing editor, John Herrington, the poor man's Dave Garroway. His sunken-eyed shuffling figure is a J-School landmark.
After calling the townspeople prudes, and the University a flophouse, we feel that the combined support of these groups will more than carry our election, at least as far as the journalism candidates are concerned.
Our third candidate, while comparatively new here, has gained some solid support for such a candidacy in the last few weeks. He is we, I, ich, yo, etc.
Following our blast at Lawrence social progress we noticed a growing dislike for us in this area. As we nearsightedly stumbled down the Hill, little children seemed to go out of their way to kick our shins.
Then after the flophouse editorial the Hill females began to give us dirty looks for exposing their marriage bureau. Two even got so aggravated as to quote John Dewey, and throw some statistics at us that any red-blooded American male knew were only figments of a fertile female imagination.
Add to this, the fact that we still wear our service khakis, shoes, and shirts, and are fondly known hereabouts as the "Big dumb Irish Mick" and we believe that we're the ideal slob.
Anyway, these are just some of the candidates for this title of high esteem. What we need now is some action on this contest. Our slogan could be, "The faculty are bums, but the students are slobs."
Leo Flanagan
... Letters
Editor:
Granted that there are times when our football players have had good reason to miss a block or a tackle just by the action of their cheering section. Even though this action may be justifiable, it is not the attitude for a good football player to take.
In fact it is a loss of all the time spent by the coaches and players in practice, learning plays, and training. This goes for the pep clubs too.
I have heard that it is an art for cheer leaders to lead the various school yells that have been constructed to let the team know we are behind them in all situations of play. Well, maybe it is at that!
The members of the pep clubs all have spent a certain amount of time in learning the yells and card displays and must have shown some interest in order to be in the organization.
It is a natural tendency for us to be as individual and independent of others as possible. This seems to be the attitude of the students and other spectators who are at the games representing KU. This
is seen in the way various groups try to reserve sections of the students' bleachers. It is almost a battle to get a seat for a game.
I know this type of system is in effect at different colleges and it would be pretty nice for a student to know that he has a certain seat reserved for the games.
Possibly the best seats could even be reserved for the officers of different houses, organizations and "LMOC," or those offices worth running for. This could bring about a situation for positions in office and add more honor to holding a position of leadership on the campus.
Might I suggest that a seating number and section be given to each student according to their classification?
We have to pay student activity fees and should have something delinite in return for this fee. If something like this was put into effect students would surely go to the games not only because other students are going to be there, but because they want to back our team.
It stands to reason that a lone
I say Our Team because it is just that. The boys that play are from every school in the University. The team members are each and everyone's classmate, friend and representative on and off the football field.
yell here and a weaker yell there will not have the effect that a well organized yell, with the whole student body participating, would have on Our Team's morale.
It all adds up to this, that we have three remaining home games left this season. That win, lose, or draw it would be a good feeling to go home after these games hoarse, and be able to say to myself, "This happened because I wanted to yell for the boys and coaches who are representing me and my school," or to be a player and be able to say, "I got these bruises because I made those tackles and blocks that enabled our team to win for our coaches, fans and most of all the 'Crimson and Blue.'"
After all, whether or not we graduate, the University of Kansas has put a mark on us and its value will only be equal to the effort we put into making it a worthwhile mark.
Jerome Barland Beloit junior
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Madelyn Brite, Gretchen, Iunnec Irene,
Six, Lee Ann Urban, Assistant Manag-
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Manager.
HOW TO BE A BMOC
The first requisite of a BMOC is, of course, a letter in athletics. This presents no great problem to the big, the strong, and the hulking. But what do you do if you are a piny little chap with a concave chest and muscles like tallow?
Any man who wishes to be a BMOC-you show me one who doesn't and I'll show you a misspent youth-will do well to follow the few simple rules listed below.
I'll tell you what you do: You go to the nearest letter store, buy a letter, se it on your sweater, and wear it.
What does a BMOC smoke?
This, perhaps, is not strictly ethical, but chances are slim that anybody will question you about it. If someone should, you have a perfectly logical explanation. Simply say, "That 'I' on my sweater does not stand for 'Iowa.' It stands for 'Infirm.'" ... Or, "That 'P' does not stand for 'Princeton.' It stands for 'Poorly.'" ... Or, "That 'W&L' does not stand for 'Washington and Lee.' It stands for 'Withered and Lumpy.'" ... Or, "That
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So, you see, getting the letter-sweater is no large task. But that is only a part of BMOC-hood. Another, and equally important, part is to join the right fraternity. Let me emphasize—the right fraternity. Joining the wrong fraternity is worse than joining no fraternity at all.
Girls answering this description are admittedly not easy to find. If you should discover that all the suitable girls on your campus are already attached, do not despair. There are several things you can do.
How can you be sure that the fraternity you join is the right one? Very simply. Just ask the rushing chairman. After all, why should he lie to you?
Once the BMOC is established in the right fraternity, the next step is to get the right girl. A BMOC's girl must be beautiful, shapely, and go well with all his suits.
You can, for example, cut your throat.
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