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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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FEBRUARY 13.1946
SUN SPOTS
News of Sunflower Village By GEORGE RIPPEY
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We don't have much money but we have a lot of fun—most of the shortage of money comes from present day prices and the allowance of the GI Bill of Rights and the fun comes mostly, at the time being, by way of charlie-horses acquired while spending a few days on bended knee with a scrub brush.
That's about the way the story starts for the 300 veterans with a yen for returning to school who are camping but across from the Ordinance works here in Sunflower Village. The distance of 15 miles from the campus is the primary disadvantage facing our group and the problem of transportation to and from school was the first to be solved.
The initial bus schedules for students at Sunflower are tentative and will be revised to fit the needs of the group according to the various class schedules.
Also, very shortly, the bus will be permitted to load and unload passengers from the Village right on the campus so that the inconvenience of commuting back and forth will be reduced to a minimum.
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The Village actually is a haven for the married Vet starting to school or coming back to finish up after having his civilian veneer nicked and scratched a bit during a few years of absence in Uncle Sam's armed forces.
All ranks and branches of the services are represented in the group and it isn't uncommon to hear some of the members telling what a great improvement a bit of paint makes on the living room bulkheads.
Two months or more before this semester started, we started arriving to comb Lawrence, thinking "there surely must be some place to live in town," but it only took a few minutes there to convince us that Sunflower was to be our home for some time to come.
Nearly everyone who has moved into the Village later admits he is pleasantly surprised at how well living can actually be here.
D. W. McDonald of the Management Office here certainly has done everything in his power to accommodate us and he and his whole staff seem to have a remarkable reservoir of good humor.
Mrs. Kathryn Corel and Mrs. Wilma Radford in the Rental Office have the initial contact with all applicants and by some amazing process manage to smile and assign people to their respective units in spite of the fact that their office generally takes on the atmosphere of Macy's basement after a new shipment of nylons.
Their cooperation with those of us from the University has made our task easier throughout.
Sizes of units given members depends on pre- or post-war additions to the family and vary from two to five rooms. Cinder-block and prefab units are available and all are complete with all necessary utilities including hot water heater. The cooking stove and hot water heaters in the cinder-block area are gas-operated and in the pre-fab area are electric.
The heating stoves are all coal but rent includes a full coal box at all times and the "little woman" can be taught to fire the stove in no time at all (C says here in small towns where they don't have nice) it's nice to plan on teaching her when you're in one of those "I'm the boss in this family" moods.
And, by the way, that little shelter where the GI can sits wasn't made for that purpose—that's the place to hide out after you get up bleary-eyed. It has a small damper, and let the stove puff smoke at her newly washed curtains.
Right now we're a new problem child both to ourselves and to the University but we'll both learn as we go along so we'll be back later with doings of Jayhawkers in Sunflower . . .
929 New Students Recall Exams ---Headache, Backache, Eyestrain
Oh, what an ache that was!
On what an acne that was!
Headache, eyestrain, and stuff
mess around with the new
students who took the entrance
examinations last week suffered from
one or more of these ailments before
the day ended.
How quiet it was! Had a pin been dropped on the stage, even those in the back seats could have heard it hit the floor—at least when the tests first began.
The extreme lack of noise lasted for about 15 minutes—then, someone in the southwest corner coughed.
That was all it took to start an epidemic. Odd how one little cough or sneeze can be so suggestive. Immediately after the first explosion of the vaccine, throughout the auditorium. These epidemics came about three times an hour, and lasted from one to two minutes each.
The electrographic pencils used for the tests had a habit of breaking at inoportune times—and the ones which broke were being used by persons farthest from the aisles. These who had to hand a fresh pencil to the victims really appreciated losing precious time!
The first hour wasn't bad. All sufferers stood up under the ordeal pretty well. By mid-afternoon, however, approximately 900 heads began to pivot on as many necks, victims started rubbing eyes, and the seats to groan and creak as the occupants squirmed and writhed in agony.
Necks stiffened, backs ached, eyes burned, and there was no relief in sight. The examiner had just announced another test. This, he said, would be the last, but could they stick it out another hour? A loud lament came from all 929 students, and what a groan it was!
Medical School to Offer Pediatrics Course to Doctors
A refresher course in pediatrics will be offered to Kansas doctors Feb. 25 to March 1 at the University School of Medicine in Kansas City, according to a program announced by the school.
This is the third of a series of postgraduate clinics arranged in cooperation with the Kansas Medical society and the State Board of Health. In addition to the regular faculty of the School of Medicine, several nationally-known medical leaders will be instructors for the course.
In Hoch Tonight
This is Serge Jaroff, director of the Don Cossack chorus, which will give a concert tonight in Hoch Auditorium.
The last hour was the worst. Cough epidemics came more frequently, more pencil leads broke, and the seats became increasingly harder. When the end finally came, they felt it might have been worse, but just the same they boiled for the nearest exit.
A Dutch windmill ground grain at Lawrence for many years.
Pass the Vodka— Cossacks Are Here
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raise the question. They don't even pretend to answer it.
The long-legged girl who got an A in Russian last semester may moan "I can't understand a word of it," but this will be real Russian you'll hear tonight. Proof is in the names of the composers and arrangers on the program—Gretchaninoff, Katalsky, Kieve-Pechersky, Tchesnokoff, Shvedoff, Zakharoff, Dobrovein, and that Shvedoff again.
Excuse us while we sneeze, please.
The male chorus has been booming around American concert stages for 16 years. Americans like them so much they have a special guard around the State Department, to be certain no Cossack ever gets a passport home.
They'll break tradition if the don't end their program with a fancy knee-bending Russian dance. While excellent for reducing purposes, and sometimes useful for breaking legs and spraining ankles, this dance can be most appreciated while someone else is doing it.
Pass that vodka again, Tovarich
gotta get in the right mood.