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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 19
The Editorial Page—
The Jayhawker
Students are asked to shell out $5.25 for the Jayhawker this year. Wonder what we'll get for it?
All to often in the past, the yearbook has degenerated into a big glossy photograph album of the staff members and their friends. To the outsider leafing through the pages, it must have seemed that life at K. U. consisted mainly of parties and people dunking for apples and other people dressed up in funny costumes. The party pictures are nice, and they have their place, but who, except the individuals in the pictures, will give one hoot about them 20 years from now? And after all, the main value of the Jayhawker should be derived in the future—it's then that you'll want to see how the campus used to look; you'll want to see pictures of the library, convocations, pep rallies and other landmarks.
One of the big troubles with some Jayhawkers of the past has been the selection of the staff. The office always seemed full of little girls lounging about and smoking and occasionally pecking at a typewriter. Whenever something had to be written, some obscure English major was usually brought in to do the job at the last minute.
A casual glance at the roster of the staff members for this year would indicate that tradition has been thrown to the winds and that people with talent and experience have been selected. From the looks of things, the 1949-'50 Jayhawker should be worth the money.
Let's hope so. You can buy lots of hamburgers for $5.25.
"Oh Promise Me"
"What the florist, the jeweler, the cake-baker and the photographer hath joined together, let not reason nor common sense put asunder."
In the good old days, the marriage ceremony—the wedding—was a simple and religious announcement of love—a symbol of new life—the bride leaving the bosom of her family to take up life afresh—to make her way in the world with her chosen. Trala.
In the good, good, old days, the wedding ceremony was simpler still. The bridegroom merely whacked his intended over the head with a stone ax and dragged her off to his cave. By the hair.
But the wedding ceremony of today has turned into a monstrous conspiracy between the mother of the bride and the industry mentioned in the first paragraph.
Look at the modern wedding. To begin with, it would be cheaper to move the ceremony to a greenhouse instead of moving a greenhouse to the ceremony. And then there are diamonds, gifts, silks, satins—only the beginning—food and drink for the reception—a cake. We heard recently of a cake so large that it wouldn't fit into a panel truck. Furthermore, the baker who created it sprained his back trying to load the thing into a trailer.
Yes, the expense is bad enough, but far worse is the effect of the fashionable wedding on the participants.
All will agree that a wedding should be a time of joy—an event of happiness.
No one is happy at the modern wedding. The bride's mother is a screaming mass of nerves. "How many bridesmaids? Where are the corsages? How much punch?" Is it any wonder that brides' mothers often burst into tears during the ceremony?
The bridegroom's mother is equally unhappy. Mainly because she has had so little to say about it all. She nearly explodes when "that awful blue" is chosen for the bridesmaids' gowns.
One of the most wretched sufferers is that unhappy man, the father of the bride. How many men have seen their life savings squandered on the modern wedding? The bride is not the only thing he gives away. Hundreds, even thousands of dollars go down the drain in an affair lasting 30 minutes. Tears welling up in the father's eyes? Yes, but not for the reason the romantics give.
But most miserable of all is the petrified bridegroom, upon whom a hundred or more eyes are turned as he stumbles to his place.
When he reaches the altar he is a solid pillar of fear. He is numb with fright.
People write of starry-eyed couples. Their eyes are not starry.
They are glazed. With terror.
And after the $5,000 wedding comes life in a quonset hut on $40 a week. Of course, even hash can be eaten with the sterling, but 11 of the 12 cocktail sets have been traded back at later weddings; 14 of the 15 coffee makers have gone back to the stores in exchange for sheets and dish towels. Still, an enormous pile of junk remains from the loot bazaar.
But please, don't take this seriously. Everyone knows that all this isn't so. It just isn't so, is it?
Few veterans remain on the campus, and just think of going clear through school without once hearing how rough it was in the E.T.O. or on Guadalcanal.
But after all, the N.R.O.T.C. will have its annual jaunt to Hawaii, and it's rough in Honouli these days.
The dock strike in the island doesn't seem to have diminished the supply of hula girls at the county fair, but of course, most of them came to the states via Chicago or Brooklyn anyway.
Top Dividend Will Be $528
Washington, Sept. 16—(U.P.)The Veterans administration today announced a scale of payments for insurance dividends next year that will give some World War II veterans as much as $528.
Administrator Carl R. Gray, Jr., said that figure was the maximum to be paid to the 16 million veterans who will draw the special dividend from a fund totaling two billion. 800 million dollars.
The rates of payment
To those under 40 years old, 55
cents per month per $1,000 of
insurance; 41 to 45 years old, from 52
cents to 41 cents; 46 to 50 years of
age; 37 cents down to 25 cents; 51
to 54 years of age, 24 to 21 cents;
and 55 years or older, 20 cents per
thousand.
The maximum payment represents a dividend on a $10,000 policy in force for 96 months—the longest possible period—for a veteran aged 40 or less at the time the policy was taken out. This is a payment of 55 cents a month for $1,000 of insurance.
"Dividends will be paid on term and converted insurance policies," the V.A. said in a statement, "and will be paid only for the period that the policy was in force prior to the policy anniversary in 1948. No payments will be made for periods of lapse."
Other payments, now being figured, will scale downward, he said.
Topeka, Sept. 19—(U.P.)—A hereford steer named "Ted," livestock champion of the 4-H livestock show at the Kansas free fair, was sold at auction today for $1.50 a pound.
$1.50 Per Pound Paid For 4-H Beef
The rates of payment will be:
He brought $1,567.50 for 13-year-old Robert Engler of rural Topkaka, who was not a meteorite but not be disappointed, when he entered his steer at the fair.
The 4-H grand champion was sold to the senate cafeteria, Topeka, which for several years has been high bidder for the winning animal. The $1.50 a pound prize lacked five cents of equaling the fair record.
While young Engler was not disappointed in the sale of his champion, several other teen-age owners were. Their animals brought only ordinary prices, four of them going for 34 cents a pound.
The 4-H reserve grand champion,
an Angus shown by 12-year-old
Eldon Becker of Inman, was bid in
at 60 cents a pound by Topeka's
Jayhawk hotel.
Bogs in southeastern Massachusetts normally yield nearly two-thirds of the nation's annual cranberry crop, the National Geographic society notes.
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