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University Daily Kansan Wednesday, Oct. 19, 1955
Prophecy: Fires Will Leap Again
"Harken to me O Land of Kansa! Hear my cries O Tribe of Jayhaka! Woe betides you now O Cliff Dwellers of Oreda but be of good cheer for the prophecy I bear will bring great joy.
You know of the great fire maker, Matha, who was summoned from the land of Massila by the high priests, Regenta and Alumna, to kindle again in the great fire pit, Memorial Stadia the sacrificial fire to the Great God Foothala.
And we wept when for a year Matha blew on the embers of the native sacrificial timber Sika left behind, and how no flame burst. How loud our lamentations!
You know how Sika let the fire die and how he was banished to the deserts of the south. We wept aloud!
Already Matha has matched the flame in the Ancient Rite of Scrimaga against the tribe to the south, Sona; the tribe to the west, Buffa, and the tribe in the north, Cyclona. Their fires except for the Cyclona were brighter but we were not snuffed out. The flame still burns!
But now Matha has taken timber he brought from his native land of Massila. Timber with which he built 171 fires. He has rubbed it against the native wood and sparks have flown. A small flame has been kindled!
How carefully Matha has blown on the flames.
Soon the fire will leap up! Unquenchable!
Dry your tears, O Children of Kansa. Do not weep O Hill of Dougli. We shall conquer the tribe of Wilca to the west, and the northern tribe of Cornhuska. When our fathers return from their wanderings to pay homage during the Annual Rite of Homecoma we shall deliver to them the head of the Tigra!
Hear me! O hear me! The day will come when the high priests Regenta and Alumna will smile monetary smiles. The Minister of Native Affairs, Murpha, will become excited and grant a Day of Release. The routine of Curricula will be abandoned for a sun and a moon.
And in the seasons to come Matha will be raised to our shoulders and his flame will light the entire hunting ground of the Seven Tribes. The Minstrels of Journalism will sing praises and he will be granted the Office of High Mentor, an honor which is now ruled by Bud Wilka, fire maker for the Great Tribe of Sona.
Then the Keepers of the Rights of the Great God Footbala will smile indulgently upon us and the High Order of Suspension will be placed upon our brow and joy will reigneth throughout the land!"
—Dee Richards
Last spring, Robert Hutchins, ex-chancellor of the University of Chicago, referred to colleges as "high-class flophouses."
Specifically, we disagree with Mr. Hutchins' use of the word "flophouses," but generally, we back his thinking heartily. Colleges now are nothing more than the second half of an eight-year vacuum between grade school and work.
A University Or Regal Flophouse?
Today, college life is merely an extension of high school. The student lives from one party to the next.
We grant that when 8,000 students are brought together, there has to be social life. If there weren't we'd all be raving maniacs in no time.
We're all wet, are we? Well, deny that the pages of this paper in the last two weeks have carried announcements of no less than two engagements, 11 pinnings, and 44 various parties, dinners, and dances!
What is this, an educational institution or a combination marriage bureau-social club?
But let's not lose sight of the fact that the purpose of this university, or any university, is educational.
LITTLE MAN ON CAMPUS by Dick Bibler
To be sure, an increasing number of students enter college each year. Sad to relate, it is also true that an increasing number leave before graduation, and an even larger number leave after graduation—but with little from the standpoint of knowledge.
—Leo Flanagan
"THERE HE GOES- GRANDSTANDING AGAIN."
Work Day' Benefits Missions, Hospitals
NEW YORK—(U.P.)—Across the country Saturday thousands of teen-agers will tear themselves away from dance records and hot-rods, put on old clothes and go to work.
They'll dig potatoes on Long Is land, pick fruit in California. They'll yield windows, polish curbs, yards, grass, culprits in towns and cities in all the 48 states.
And everything they earn—about $30,000 altogether—will go to missionary churches, schools and hospitals all over the world.
In Congregational Churches
While it is only one of many youth programs carried on by churches of all denominations, it is also one of the most unique and fastest-growing.
Saturday is the annual "Work Day for Christ" in the Pilgrim Fellowship Youth Organization of the Congregational Christian Churches.
for books for a youth training center in Germany.
From its beginning only five years ago the "Work Day" idea has grown to include more than 700 different groups of high school boys and girls who volunteer for a day's work once a year and turn their earnings into the Pilgrim Fellowship World Mission Fund.
Groups Of All Sizes
This means they have worked to help pay for hospital dressings for patients at a mission in India, or
They do odd jobs in groups of two or three, or descend in larger numbers into orchards and fields, wherever a job can be found.
FREEZIN' REASON
Keep out of trouble by keeping your distance. Following other vehicles too closely is one of the chief causes of winter accidents. So stop skidding yourself. If you must follow something closely, follow the safety principle that without tire chains it takes from 3 to 12 times more distance to stop on snowy or ice roads than it does on dry pavement.
The returns vary. Some boys and girls at Berkshire, N. Y., earnest but few in number, got only $4.40 in their kitty for their day's work last year while a group at the First Congregational Church at Manhasset, N. Y., with 395 youths on its rolls, raked in $1,000.
Mrs. Arthur W. Evans, wife of the minister of the Chatterton Hill Congregational Church at White Plains, N.Y., believes work day and other Pilgrim Fellowship projects throughout the year satisfies a desire among teen-agers to do things in groups.
The success of the annual work day may lie in the same youthful impulse toward "gang" companion-ship that has flowered into crime and delinquency when lacking guidance.
"Boys and girls who would never think of doing a lick of work around their own home seem anxious to do it for someone else when the rest of the gang is involved," she said.
Mrs. Evans has 20 teen-agers in her Chatterton Hill group, all of whom had jobs lined up well in advance of work day. They "advertised" in the church newspaper.
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You've Got One In Your Class
You've got one in your class. He's the guy, or gal, sitting on the front row whose hand pops up every few minutes like a jack-in-the-box. You know him, the professional apple-polisher, using the polite name for the species.
These parasites are present in every classroom on the campus. They serve no useful purpose and tend to distract the instructor and waste time. Every few minutes they have to "volunteer" precious little bits of information which are usually irrelevant to the classroom lecture.
Good healthy classroom discussion is a good thing. This is a far cry from the lad who is out for one thing, to impress the instructor. He is actually cheating the rest of the class by taking up too much of the time and not allowing the instructor to call on individuals.
The most unbearable thing about these people is the manner in which they put forth their little pearls of wisdom. In a voice dripping with a atmosphere of superior wisdom he actually tries to make the other members of the class feel like a bunch of illiterate clunks.
The instructors should remain alert to those persons. Sometimes it takes a while to spot them. But each teacher will do himself, and his class, a favor by curtailing the activities of these classroom bores.
It is up to the instructors to squeeze these disgusting individuals out of the picture. One solution to the problem would be for the instructor to control the discussion. A great many instructors do this. In other words, if the instructor called on specific persons he would serve to stop the apple-polisher, and he would insure more fully that students came to class prepared.
Luckily most of the instructors aren't taken in by these apple-polishers. The older instructors, especially, long since have learned to spot them a mile off. Unfortunately, however, some instructors seem to thrive on this fawning attention. It is in these classes that the apple-polisher has a field day.
Allowing others to share your knowledge is a good thing, but to continually beg down a class with bits of information that adds nothing to the course is to commit a gross wrong. All it serves to do is to alienate the other students and cause them to lapse into a dream world of boredom.
John McMillion
Wispy's sister-in-law. Miss Schoolmarmalade Wseeteeeyoo read an editorial in a college newspaper on the question of social progress in a typical university town of the Midwest. Its argument (which perhaps was not so discreetly set forth as it might have been; it turned out to be about as subtle as a hole in the head) smacked a bit much of beer and Schoolmarmalade got her dander up. In fact she bellowed so loud that Wispy couldn't even stay in his coma any longer. He is therefore again among us. 1.)
My recent acquaintance, Mr. Wispy, is around again. Most people thought he would dry up altogether on the jungle jim, but he didn't. It happened like this:
Then a lot of people on the campus of the well-known state university in this typical Midwestern town began talking and hollering about what would be THE BEST WAY OF SAYING THANK YOU to all the advertisers and other loyal folks who support the newspaper and who as champions of culture pay taxes and therefore are responsible for innumerable geniuses, many of whom are their very own sons (whew and amen!)
Editor:
Mr. Wispy Returns From Coma Condition
A few days later Schoolmormalade's only nephew, a dynamic, red blooded sophomore from St. Joseph, Missouri, told the smarty-pants editors where to go in no uncertain, down-to-earth and dollarwise terms.
Graduate student
Well, it certainly is a big question and I suppose somebody will have to give the benevolent citizen from St. Joseph his due.
Peter Earle
1. ) Whether or not his financial situation improves depends on you, and you, and you. Since the day on which the wind got Wispy, his wife has won a Football Pickin' Contest.