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-Kansan photo by Bill Taggart
EDITORS CONVENE—A group of Kansas weekly and daily newspaper editors Saturday attended the annual Kansas Editors' day program in the Journalism building. Here several look over the exhibits in the newly opened William Allen White Memorial Reading room.
University Daily Kansan
Benson Says Farmers Never Had It So Good
Printed by U.S. News & World Report
Washington—(U.P.)—Agriculture Secretary Ezra T. Benson said today that the American farmer is better off now than he was in the peacetime years between World Wars I and II.
Benson also said that farm prices
fishery, stable, and that. *most*
are fairly stable and that "most of the adjustments downward in interest which are now in the news occurred, under the previous administration," under
"The biggest decline took place before this administration came into office," the secretary said in a copyright interview with U.S. News & World Report.
"But I would say that the farmer is better off today than he was at any time prior to World War II, between World War I and World War II." Benson added.
He said the period right after the close of World War II was more prosperous for farmers than the present because "we had our foreign-aid giveaway program that tended to stimulate agriculture, and then we had Korea."
Benson called the present status of agriculture "about in line with what we've had historically in peacetime, with a generally high level of economic activity. There are some trouble_spots, of course, but the average of all prices is close to 90 per cent of parity—clear across the board."
Benson also defended the flexible price support law passed by the Bird Congress. Most Democrats had favored keeping high, rigid price supports.
He said, "This whole agitation for rigid, high price supports is out of keeping with our legislative history and in contradiction to the established historical position of both political parties."
Benson said that "the flexible principle was supported overwhelmingly by both major political parties way back in 48, by the former occupant of the White House (former President Truman), and by every secretary of agriculture for 20 years."²
Fred Hall to Speak At Local GOP Rally
Fred Hall, Republican candidate for governor, will speak at a rally at 7:30 p.m. Wednesday, Oct. 6 in the Lawrence Community building. The Young Republican club and the local Republican headquarters will sponsor the meeting which will include speeches by Republican candidate Paul Shanahan, Andrew Schoepple, Richard Fadeley, Harold Fatzer, and William Avery.
Ike Meets With Charles Wilson
Denver  - (U.P.) - President Eisenhower met today with Secretary of Defense Charles Wilson and top members of his White house staff, summoned from Washington for discussions of an undisclosed nature.
They flew here together last night. Mr. Wilson said by way of explanation that "I meet with the President at least once a week when he is in Washington."
Acting White House Press Secretary Murray Snyder said only that the President was to discuss "pending business and White House affairs" with Mr. Wilson, president of assistant Sherman Dodge and Willett Persons, chief White House lison man on congressional matters.
The Defense secretary refused to comment on the windup of the nine-power conference in London because "all I known is what I've seen in the papers."
Mr. Eisenhower met with Mr. Wilson this morning at this vacation offices on Lowry Air Force base, and planned to see Mr. Adams and Mr. Persons a few hours later.
KU Democrats Plan Wednesday Meeting
The Young Democrats' first meeting for this year will be held at 7:30 p.m., Wednesday in Green hall. A membership campaign is in progress. Anyone interested in doing precinct work may attend this meeting. Rhonen Smith, instructor of political science will explain precinct work.
There will be a party for Young Democrats in Topeka Oct. 15, sponsored by the Collegiate Council. The annual fall picnic is planned for Oct. 22. A Docking Day celebration is Oct. 28, in Lawrence and will feature a parade and speeches.
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Service Group to Hold Pledging
"Service to Boy Scouts of the campus, of the community, of the nation, and of the individual" will be the motto to which former Boy Scouts and Boy Scout leaders will pledge themselves in an open pledging ceremony of the Alpha P h i Omega, national honorary service fraternity Tuesday.
Flowers, Insects Movies Set
Two movies on insects and flowers and their influences on man's life will be shown by the department of entomology in 417 Snow at 8 p.m. Wednesday.
Alpha Phi Omega president, Jim Miller, college junior, will conduct the ceremony at 7:30 p.m. in the Oread room of the Student Union. Following the induction, a business meeting will be held to plan a social calendar for the school year.
Seven Pledge Law Group
Phi Alpha Delta, national law fraternity, recently pledged John Dods, college senior; Bill Benz, Herb Horowitz, Charles Gallup, Bob Kasper, Max Van Doren and James Wheat, all first year law.
On Campus with Max Shulman
(Author of "Barefoot Boy With Cheek," etc.)
MY COUSIN HASKELL
I have a cousin named Haskell Krovney, a sweet, unspoiled country boy, who has just started college. A letter arrived from him this morning which I will reprint here because I know that Haskell's problems are so much like your own. Haskell writes:
dear misson
I think the woman is writing a column for Philip Morris cigarettes.
I think they are keen cigarettes which taste real good and which make a pleasant noise when you open the pack, and I want to tell you why I don't smoke them.
It all started the very first day I arrived at college. I had just gotten off the train and was walking across the campus, swinging my cardboard valise whistling snatches of Valencia, Barney Google, and other latest tunes, admiring statues, petting dogs and girls, when all of a sudden I ran into this fellow with a blue jacket, gray pants, and white teeth. He asked me was I a freshman. I said yes. He asked me did I want to go places on campus, make a big name for myself, and get pointed at in fashionable ballrooms and spas. I said yes. He said the only way to make all these keen things happen was to join a fraternity. Fortunately he happened to have a pledge card on him, so he pricked my thumb and I signed. He didn't tell me the name of the fraternity or where it is located, but I suppose I'll find out when I go active.
Meanwhile this fellow comes around every week and collects his dues which are $100. Lately he has been collecting $10 extra each week. He says this is a fine because I missed the meeting. When I remind him that I can't go to meetings because I don't know where the house is, he twists my arm.
I have had to rent a room. This room is not only hellishly expensive, but it isn't the kind of room I wanted at all. What I was looking for was someplace reasonably priced, clean, comfortable, and within easy walking distance of classes, the downtown shopping district, the movies, and my home town. What I found was a bedroom in the home of a local costermonger, which is dingy, expensive, uncomfortable, inconvenient, and I don't even get to use the bed till six o'clock in the morning when my Landlord goes off to mong his costers.
I have never regretted joining the fraternity because it is my dearest wish to be somebody on campus and get pointed at in spas, but you can see that it isn't cheap. It wouldn't be so bad if I slept at the house, but you must agree that I can't very well sleep at the house if I don't know where the house is.
Well, anyhow, I got settled and started going to classes. But first I had to pay my tuition. This came to a good deal more than the advertised rates. When I asked the bursar what the extra money was for, he told me lab fees. When I said I wasn't taking any labs, he said I was taking psychology which counted as a lab because they used white mice. When I offered to bring my own mice, of which there are plenty in my room, he twisted my arm.
So I paid the man and went to my classes where I found that all my professors had spent busy summers writing brand new textbooks. Over to the bookstore I went, saw the prices on the textbooks, and collapsed in a gibbering heap. At length I recovered and made indignant demands to speak to the proprietor, but they told me the Brinks truck had already taken him home for the day. There was nothing for it but to buy the books.
Next I turned to romance—and found it. Harriet, her name was—a great, strapping girl. I first spied her leaning against the statue of the Founder, dozing lightly. I talked to her for several hours without effect. Only when I mentioned dinner did she stir. Her milky little eyes opened, she raised a heavy arm, seized my nape, and dragged me off to a dimly lit place called The Trap where everything was a la carte. She ordered cracked crab ($1.75), sirloin cataebairun ($7.00), a scuttle of french fries (18¢ the French fry), an artichoke (30¢ the leaf), and compost (80¢ the prune).
After dinner she lapped into a torpor from which I could not rouse her, no matter how I tried. I banged my glass with my fork. I did bird calls of North and South America. I pinched her huge pendulous jowl. I rubbed the legs of my corduroy pants together . . . But nothing worked, and finally I had to sling her over my shoulder and carry her to the girls dormitory, to the vast amusement of everybody along the route.
But it was not the jeers of bystanders that bothered me. It was the hernia. Fortunately, medical care for students is provided free at the college dispensary; all I had to pay for were a few extras, like X-rays, anaesthesia, operating room, forceps, hemostats, scalpels, sponges, catgut, linens, towels, amortization, and nurses. They would not, however, let me keep the nurses.
So, dear cousin, if you see me these days without a Philip Morris cigarette, it is not because I don't like Philip Morris cigarettes. I do. I flip when I taste their mild rare vintage tobacco. But I can't afford cigarettes. I can't even afford matches, what with fraternity dues and room rent and lab fees and textbook prices and my girl Harriet medical care.
Well, I'll write you again soon. Keep 'em flying.
Yr. Cousin,
Haskell
©Max Shulman, 1954
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