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University Daily Kansan
Monday, March 28, 1955
New Staff States Aims
Thank you Mr. Shank, former editorial editor, for the build up you gave the new editorial staff in Friday's Kansan. And with that introduction sprayed mit flowers, Mr. Grandon, Mr. Herrington and I would like to tell the student body a few of the plans for Page 2 for the following eight weeks.
As the old journalistic saw goes, the editorial is not to follow opinion, but to lead it—to arouse the opinion of you readers who follow the editorial page. We believe that our predecessors followed that policy right down the line (if you'll pardon the flowers again). Heaven's knows they had enough to work with such as the "Austin for Ise," the proposed honor system, Allen Fieldhouse—much meat for editorial consumption.
Speaking of the UVO honor system—we'd like to point out here and now that we think enough views have been aired on Page 2, pro and con, and the organized houses have discussed the system in their meetings, that everything has been said that is going to be said—at least worthwhile about this specific system.
Don't get the wrong idea—we're not going to banish all thoughts about the honor system from the pages of the UDK. We're merely stating that we're through filling up space with what has been hashed and rehashed. And we imagine you're as tired of it as we are.
We will accept all letters pertaining to the subject, provided they are attributed. We will be glad to accept and print objective articles on another proposed system of the same nature—but no more articles about the latest system.
There are a few issues coming up for us to powder. One is the spring election (and we have it on good authority that there will be only one this year). Another—which most of you probably have heard about—is that of the Jayhawker going broke if something isn't done—and fast.
We're going to try to step on as few feet as possible—but if we feel we must, we must.
We will appreciate your cooperation and readership and also any letters (blasting or no) which you may care to send in.
So be it.
—Karen Hilmer
Ron Grandon
John Herrington
... Letters ...
My Dear Buckingham;
Since I review theater productions for the UDK this semester, and since the last two reviews of the University theatre productions were mine I may well take the phrase in your letter "infantile and stupid" as a personal affront.
Sir, were we in the Shakespearean era I would suggest we take the matter to a field of honor, but the progress of "western civilization" requires us to remain in bounds of scathing words.
As to my knowledge of the theater I have made, painted, and assembled flats. I have scurried over town collecting props. I have worked the lights. I have applied grease paint, an art at which I think I am rather good, having learned of my father who at one time was contracted by Max Factor, and I have "fret my hour upon the stage." This, I realize does not make me an expert, but I would like you to know that I am not entirely ignorant on the subject.
I know that an actress does not turn her back upon the audience while speaking her lines. That lines are not read from the script while on stage, and that speeches are not swallowed as you, sir, despite the pat on the back I gave you, did on several occasions.
But all this aside, when I go to the theater I go as the average man, who goes to be entertained. If it is comedy I expect to laugh. If it is tragedy I expect to feel its impact. If I feel noe of these emotions I am not entertained. At "Richard III" I was not entertained, and my wife, sir, who is more average in these matters than I, fell asleep. The difference between me and the average man is that I am assigned to write my opinion.
It has long been thought by many members of the University theatre that anything the theatre does must be acknowledged by a long series of bravos. To rate such applause you have to earn it. If I am assigned to review the production I will give
One Woman's Opinion
When man is convinced of his power, he needs to stop . . . and take a good look at this earth. Often when he forgets, the realization comes to him as a gentle tap on the shoulder as the miracle of life and growth blooms forth in the exquisite beauty of spring. Or it may come as a hard left hook when the rage of the elements creates such disasters as floods and earthquakes. As these times it is clear how small man is and the little effect he has over the forces on earth.
Meteorologists today believe that our weather is caused mainly by air masses in our northern and southern hemispheres. Very few air masses pass over the equator. But the air in our hemisphere can move 2,000 to 3,000 miles a day.
Perhaps one of the most obvious of these forces is the weather. Few men realize what large, vast forces at work in the world are responsible for our weather—and what little effect the works of man have on any of these forces.
Did you ever stop to think that what happens in Kansas City today was caused by air masses up to 10 miles above us and maybe hundreds to thousands of miles away from us? Local effects have no real control over the basic actions causing our weather. A blocking action, a mass of stable and semi-stationary air in the eastern Atlantic can cause a weather change in the Mississippi valley 48 to 72 hours later. What these factors so many miles away are going to do and how fast they are moving is the U.S. Weather Bureau's chief difficulty in forecasting the weather. Many weather changes are hard to forecast but not difficult to reason out afterwards.
The "weathermen," aware of these facts, sighs when they read of cloud seeding in an attempt to produce rain. Cloud seeding can work only if nature places all the needed factors for rain, including warmer air over running cold air, in the right position over the area being seeded. Man trying to make rain is like a child playing with toys—there's not much realism there.
This year there was talk of the atomic blasts having caused the drouth. But the energy radiated from the sun in one day compared to an atomic blast or any man-made missile is comparable to the force of a match in a hurricane.
Very little that man does has any effect on the forces surrounding him, including the weather.
Georgia Wallace
my honest opinion of it. If I think it is good I will be the first to stand on my seat and applaud, but if I don't think it is good then I will say as much in that direction. I won't be nice-nice for the sake of good publicity. The UDK is not a publicity sheet, nor am I that kind of person.
As for position in the cover I do not determine that policy, but it seems to me that "Richard III" received adequate coverage. There were two cast announcements and a two column cut with a four paragraph precede on the front page the day the play opened, and the review for the "American in Boston" was on the front page. There are many organizations, as you said, on this hill that think their activities are just as important. This leaves me with the assumption that you are as ignorant and unknowing of journalism and newspaper practice as you believe me to be "infantile and stupid" of the theater.
Yours truly Dee Richards
To the Editor:
In regards to the fine musical programs being offered by the Art museum at noon, I should like to suggest to Dr. Maser that more people may be able to listen to the concerts if it were possible to have lunch while listening to the music. I enjoyed the selections the several times that I listened to them, but it's inconvenient to have to dash off for a sandwich near the close of the program. Since it may not be reasonable to allow lunch in the Sculpture room, perhaps the concerts can be transferred to another room where it would be appropriate.
Increely,
Saul Lassoff
Graduate student
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It Won't Be Long Now— Summer We Mean-That Is
Maybe it'll rain this time." someone said.
"Yeh—sure, sure. Like it ain't rained all summer," someone else said.
We were sitting at Ernie's Drugstore counter, waiting for rain. The weatherman had said "maybe." So we were waiting—like all Kansas was waiting.
We filed out of Ernie's store, away from his inadequate fan and onto the simmering pavement. "Muse be a 110 today," someone said. Half the town seemed to be gathered in the streets, wiping their perspiring faces and looking west. Crude little jokes about 'something new, something black, something mighty wonderful' passed among us.
Tiny gusts of wind blew toward us, growing stronger as the afternoon grew darker. Discarded papers rustling in the streets began swishing about between cars and buildings and rose higher and higher as the wind whirled in pint-size, tornado circles. A gust of cool, wet wind pressed our shirts against perspiring arms. Then darkness, a violent rush of wind, and a moment of dusty bliss—
Maybe this time. Maybe the sun would go away. Black, inky clouds had pushed themselves above the horizon in the west and were blowing our way. Maybe.
And the sun came out again.
"It must be a 110 today," someone snarled as we filed back into the drugstore, swearing we'd buy Ernie an air conditioner.
But no rain.
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