PAGE SIX UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS OCTOBER 3,1946 University DAILY KANSAN Student Newspaper of the UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS Member of the Kansas Press Association, National Editorial Association, and the Associated Collegiate Press. Represented by the National Advertising Service, 420 Madison Ave., New York City. NEWS STAFF NEWS START Managing Editor Bill Hage Asst. Managing Editor Charles Roos Makeup Editor Jane Anderson City Editor Marcela Stewart Aust City Editor Mariana Malone Sports Editor Bill Sims Men's Intramurals John Finch Women's Intramurals Newark Wine Telegram Editor Billie Marie Hamilton Society Editor Alverta Niedens EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief ... BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Melvin Adams Recruitment Manager Annette Adelson Circulation Manager Bob Bonebrake Have you heard of the Smyth report? Mail subscription; $3 a semester, $4.50 a year, plus 2% tax (in Lawrence add $1 a semester postage). Published in Lawrence Kan., every afternoon during the school year except Saturdays and Sundays, University holidays, and examination periods. Entered as second class matter Sept. 17, 1910, at the Post Office at Lawrence, Kan., under act of March 3, 1879. Required Reading? Few people have—and yet it constitutes the sole source of accurate information on the release of nuclear energy on a huge scale. In this day which men have called "the Atomic Age," jokingly, satirically, but with the lurking fear that they may be speaking truer than they know, it is indicative of the mental attitude of the people that they have not only read the Smyth report or any part of it, but they have not even heard of it. Everybody talks about the peril of the atomic bomb, but nobody really takes it seriously. It's the old story of the boy who cried "Wolf!"—other weapons of war have been publicized before as making war too horrible to contemplate. The atomic bomb is not horrible; it's a quick clean death. But it is horrible in its implications of world destruction. When seven or eight atomic bombs could completely destroy New York, it's time to stop and think. The so-called Smyth report (complete title: "Atomic Energy for Military Purposes") was prepared in July, 1945, at the request of the U.S. Army, by Prof. Henry D. Smyth, a consultant on the bomb project and chairman of the physics department of Princeton university. It was released shortly after the second atomic bomb (the first was in New Mexico) was dropped on Hiroshima. The Smyth report is not easy reading nor is it a pamphlet. The report, when published in book form, was over 300 pages of more or less technical material. Yet it is the foundation stone of a new world—just as the atomic bomb may be the tombstone of the old. Everyone cannot be expected to read such a technical work. But someone should summarize its conclusions for the benefit of the many who would like to know the shape of their present world. And certainly, it should be required reading for those who govern us and shape our national policy. Has your congressman read the Smyth report? Professor Smyth summarizes the situation in the concluding paragraph of his report: "In a free country like ours, such questions (How can we best utilize atomic energy? and How should we regulate the secrets of the atomic bomb?) should be debated by the people through their representatives. . . . The people of the country must be informed if they are to discharge their responsibilities wisely." Gazelle Boy Would Be Our Greatest Athlete By R. T. KINGMAN (Daily Kansan Staff Writer) There's been a lot of talk about the 12-year-old boy who was found running with a herd of gazelles in the African desert. Arab hunters claimed they chased him for two hours in a jeep, attaining speeds of 50 miles per hour. Aside from the fact that you could send him right now for a book in the Kansas City, Mo., library and he would be back before supper, Gazelle Boy could earn his keep as a first-rate halfback. Has anyone ever thought how handy he would be on the K.U. campus? His speed of from four to five seconds for the 100-yard dash assures us that Gazelle Boy, on an end run, could cross the goal line from mid-field before any opposing safety man could get to the sidelines to stop him. The fullback on our team could punt with all his might—Gazelle Boy would be there waiting when the kick came down. No one could hit him with a pass, but the blow to the other team's morale when they saw him warming up on the sidelines would easily offset that disadvantage. On the basketball court Gazelle Boy could cover both backboards. He could take a long shot from half-court and be under the basket to tip it in. His big field, of course, would be track. He could run against a crack mile relay team, and cross the finish line before the second relay man was half way around the track. Starting half the distance to home plate, he could outrun Bob Feller's fastest pitch. He could spot Jesse Owens 50 yards and beat him in the 100-yard dash by several feet. He could win the Kentucky Derby against the fastest field in history. If the reports are true, Gazelle Boy could be mighty mean in the Big Six. How about signing him up, Mr. Quigley? People Want Oddest Things, Tattoo Artist Discloses New Orleans, (UP)—Tattooing is not merely an art, says Duane B. Cruishank. It's a study in screwballism. There was the time, for example, when a woman asked Cruishank to tattoo her lips red. She was tired of forever replenishing her lipstick, so she figured that a permanent tattoo would solve her problem. Then there was the case of a man who needed an appendectomy, but didn't want to go through with the operation. He told his doctor his appendix already had been removed. To prove his point, he had a scar, complete with surgical stitches—tattooed in the proper spot. Or so Mr. Cruishank says. If students cheat on an ethics final, the professor ought to be fired. Mr. Cruishank, sitting in his little cubby-hole on bawdy Bourbon street in the famed French Quarter, says that these screwballs provide the spice of life. The sailors with "U.S.N." or a hula girl on their chests are just everyday routine. Names, of course, always have been a favorite of the tattooed. Not so long ago, a merchant seaman came into Mr. Cruishank's place. During the war his ship went down, and he wanted the names of his four dead buddies tattooed on his back. "A war memorial," he explained. Women go for names, too—the boy friend or the husband. Women like the tattoos placed so that they don't show in a street dress but do show in a bathing suit. Cruishank, although lacking statistics, thinks that maybe one man out of every five and one woman out of every 15 in the United States bears a tattoo. And he's done his share of the work. His favorite job, however, is sort of tribute to progress, he says. Twenty years ago Mr. Cruishank tattooed the figure of a man's wife on the man's chest. Over the years, the man grew fat and the tattoo grew fat with him. But the man's wife also picked up weight. So today the enlarged tattoo still resembles the wife as closely as if the job had been done yesterday, Mr. Cruishank claims. With the country's present inflationary trend, the old expression about the five-cent cigar should be modified to "what this country needs is a good five-cent nickel." THE COLLEGE JEWELER Moved to New Location—809 Mass. 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