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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
JANUARY 16, 1948
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DAILY KANSAN
Student Newspaper of the
UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
The Kansas Press Association
1946
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The Fall Fleece
The pasture was big and green with plenty shade trees. It looked like a lot of other pastures occupied by woolly, gentle sheep, but only very young sheep grazed in this pasture.
All parent sheep, if they possibly could, shipped their sons and daughters to the big pasture as soon as the youngsters were old enough to leave home. In the big pasture they were to learn many things—to get along on their own, to meet other young sheep, and to prepare for the future. Each fall a new group entered the grazing land.
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Effie, a right shap, looking young lady, was among the hundreds of sheep to begin life in the big pasture one fall. Immediately she noticed that all over the pasture groups of several dozen young sheep stood with their heads together, chewing their cuds and having a grand time. Other sheep wandered about, alone or in pairs.
Now Effie knew about the groups in the pasture, and she wanted very much to belong to one of them. There were the Ramma Ewes, the Lambis Pies, the Baa Baa Alphas, and many others. Each fall the groups had a huge rushed season to choose new members. Effie hoped they would notice her strolling over the meadow and stake her for some social engagement.
And indeed they did notice her, for, really, Effie was quite a lamb!
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A member of the Baa Baa Alphas invited Effie to join the group for an afternoon chew by the brook. Effie was delighted. (Her grandmother once had a friend whose niece was a B.B.A.) But Effie didn't accept. According to the rules on "how to be accepted," you were not to act too eager.
The next day Effie was asked to have dinner with the Baa Baa Alphas. She brushed her coat carefully, shined her hoofs, and gaily went off to the dinner.
During the meal the senior B.B.A.'s observed Effie's refined chewing manners, her pleasant voice, and her graceful carriage. They exchanged knowing glances. After dinner the Baa Baa Alpha leader got down to cases.
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"Effie, dear," she said. "Tell u about the ranch you're from."
"Oh," the leader murmured. "And Effie, lamb, how many ribbons has your father won?"
"Well, it's only a very small one owned by a kind old widow," Effie said sweetly.
"Well, Effie, how much per pound did your grandmother bring?" the B.B.A. leader outied.
"Why, none 'at all," Effie replied simply.
"They couldn't sell her—she had anthrax," Effie answered sadly.
"Oh," the leader murmured again as she grinned sheepishly at her sister B.B.A.'s.
From the St. Louis Star-Times
The Alteration They Couldn't Complete
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Effie wasn't asked to join the B.B.A.'s or any other group. Daily she would watch them as they went about their activities—the Baa Baa Alphas frolicking with the Baa Ram boys, picnicking by the brook, and always sticking very closely together.
After a while she was tired of watching the gay groups and she started looking around for herself. Gradually she didn't mind so much not being a "belonger" and she learned to know many young sheep in the pasture. She came to notice the fishes in the brook, the birds, the pretty butterflies, and the first blossoming flowers—all the things she'd missed before. She wondered if the sheep in the groups noticed them. She was glad the wool had not been pulled over hgr eyes.
The best reason a sage KU. professor can give when he tells students that they should not get lazy, bored, and indifferent too early in life is that it may keep them from living long enough to enjoy the sufferings that old age is bound to bring.
Magazine story writers are reconverting, too. The leading male character is no longer a serviceman but a veteran whose discharge is explained by a limp or a missing limb. In the very latest issues some writers are explaining the discharge by points.
Now that the Navy's to be with us another semester, campus office workers can put aside the reports they've been preparing on "The Navy's Effect on K.U." (or vice versa) until June.
After observing what it did for our hero, Dick Tracy, several of the chubbier numbers on the campus have considered trying the turnip and water diet.
The sixth governor of Kansas was Samuel Medary; he was the last territorial governor.
Each in His Own Tongue
A fire-mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell.
A fire-mist and a planet,
    A crystal and a cell.
A jelly-fish and a saurian
    And caves where the cave-men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty
    And a face turned from the clod,—
Some call it Evolution
    And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon.
The infinite, tender sku
The ripe rich tint of the cornfields And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod,—
Some of us call it Autumn
And others call it God.
Like tides on a crescent seabeach When the moon is new and thin
Into our hearts high yearnings Come wellings and surging in,
Come from the mystic ocean
Whose rim no foot hath trod,—
Some of us call it Longing
And others call it God.
A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood,
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod,
Some call it Consecration
And others call it God.
—William Herbert Carruth.
"Each in His Own Tongue" was the inspiration of a single hour as William Herbert Carruth, one time professor of German language and literature at KU, and Chancellor Snow stood on one of the Mt. Oread's bluffs gazing out over the autumn beauty of the Kansas and Wakaruse valleys. Both men stood speeches. Snow
at last said, "There is no season like the Kansas autumn." To which the other man replied, "We can say nothing but 'God.'"
As the poet walked homeward, the poem took form—"some call it autumn—some call it evolution—others call it God."
Both men stood speechless. Snow
Rock Chalk
Bv JOAN HARRIS
Everybody tries to get in (the act?).—Gamma Phi acts gathered on their ground floor to witness a pledge performance after closing hours Saturday. A pair of the cherished did in beautifully brief attire, were just going into the old song and dance, when suddenly a gang of howling Pels broke in through a window and started cutting arug (among other things). The activities just giggled while the Pels planted a skunk bomb in the pantry and generally made things less pleasant—they thought it was all a part of the act.
Our Feathered Friends.—Though the "Sour Owl" went south with all his buddies last season, a country cousin by name of "The Bitter Bird" (though he has a rare good humor) may soon be with us again.
They're falling hard these days.—Johnny Beach and band are mourning the fate of their trombone tooter, poor J. B. Webster, who fell down and almost broke his crown recently. Some say he did it while trekking down the Kappa steps—some say, he bumped into a door—some say he met his match—and, well, JB. just isn't saying.
The Uninvited. — Corbin prey, Helen Stark, had just launched into an important business meeting with her housemates. The living room was at that "you couldn't hear a pin drop" stage, when the elevator suddenly wheezed down from above and, as the whole house looked on, a tall, dark, unknown man carrying a suitcase stepped out of the elevator and strolled out the door. (Every time a Corbinite tells the story the man gets bigger and he carries out more suitcases.)
Platoonic relationships.—Just before trekking back to the Olathe base after the holidays, an ensign friend of SK's Connie Waggoner asked "could he come up an' see her sometime and bring along some of his pals?" Connie said, "Um hum, how many?" and it was a bit disconcerting when the little man said, "Oh, 16 or so."
Fiediand *formula*—Take a couple of quizzes and throw in a ballet and a basketball game and a rush weekend an an active meeting and a couple of convocations and an intramural and what do you have? (Maybe your advisor can tell you.) There are those who are saying that it is most appropriate that Religious Emphasis week should come just before finals, though.
The California Liquor board declared that issuing a beer and wine permit for June Toguri's Los Angeles grocery store would be "contrary to public welfare and morals." Maybe board members were influenced by the way the public reacted to the career of June's sister, Tokyo Rose.
The Chinese statue, a fine old "piece of Lohan pottery from the Yuan dynasty dating back to 1338 A.D.," which sits on the main floor of the University of Southern California administration building, has gone modern. Lipstick, polish on his fingernails and toenails, Raleigh cigarettes, and a collegiate coat have been contributed by U.S.C. students who have been cited, not for their generosity, but for their lack of feeling for art and antiquity.
Shades of Jimmy Green?
According to the editor of a small town weekly, the American way of life is leaving the farm to go to the city to earn money to retire and live on a farm.
The increasing divorce rate in the United States really warrants a new reference book—something on the "Who's Whose" order.