PAGE TWO KANSAS LAUDENCE KANSAS DECEMBER 19 1948 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAS JOURNAL KANSAS --- University DAILY KANSAN Student Newspaper of the UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS Member of the Kansas Press Association, National Editorial Association, and the represented by the National Advertising Service, 408 Madison Ave., New York City. Mail subscription; $3 a semester, $4.50 a year, plus 2% tax (in Lawrence) and add $1 a semester postage). Published in Lawrence, Kan.; every March; Published on Saturdays and Sundays. University holidays, and examination periods. Entered as second class matter Sept. 17, 1910, at the Post Office, Kansas, under a decree of March 3, 1879. NEWS STAFF ELEANOR ALBERTR Managing Editor VIRGINIA VAN OORDER Asst. Managing Edit. MARY MARGARET GAYNOR Makeup Editor BETTY JENNINGS Telegraph Editor BUSINESS STAFF NANCY TOMLSONLLI Business Manager BETTY BEACH Advertising Manager BERT LEBLANCH BONERHANCH BUSINESS MANAGER ANN REDING, ANNE COOTY, SLVIA SMALL, ELEANOR THOMPSON. SMALL, LARGE - THOMPSON In Charge This Issue SYLVIA SMALL EDITORIAL STAFF DOLGES SULZMAN ... Editor-in-Chief MARY MORRILL ... Editorial Associates Materially, the Christmas season has been a howling success. You have to hand it to the promotion expert who thought up the Christmas season routine. He really started something. Seasonal Spirit We have yet to see any sales campaign that even approaches the Christmas season racket. At no other time can merchants sell so much merchandise. Fountain pens, neckties, magazine subscriptions, toys, and Chanel No. 5 sell as if they'd never again be available. And the Christmas appeal seems to hit nearly everybody every year. The publo anticipates the usual Christmas trademarks; number of shopping days left; exchanging presents and cards; huge, colorful advertisements; Chamber of Commerce decorations on main street; colored tights flowing from residential windows; carol singing in the streets and over the air; and the spirit which is crystallized in the words, Merry Christmas. Spiritually, the Christmas season goes over big, also. Merry Christmas is on everybody's lips — and maybe in their hearts. In happy homes the message rings out gaily, but even the distant walls of army of occupation barracks lose their dismal look as the magic of "Merry Christmas, Buddy" makes a miraculous transformation. Christmas gift sellers take the day off and the tycoons of the financial world, for at least one night, become converted Scrooges. Neighbors take down, if only for a day, conversational barriers of a year's standing. The bitterest of enemies feel an impulse to extend the season's greetings. The old brotherhood spirit reigns. You have a choice of a number of reasons why this Christmas business got started. Maybe it was to give merchants a break — something to help them over a last-of-the-year slump. Maybe it was just a divine inspiration. It might be what they tell you at church—the birthday of Jesus Christ, not a promotion expert of any sort, but the Redeemer of Mankind and advocate of world brotherhood. It might be that—the birth of one whose aim was to promote world brotherhood. If it is, it's too bad that the Christmas spirit of the world takes the form of riotous shopping for two weeks and then is discarded with the faded tinsel and wilted wreaths—thrown out with the season's empty bottles. A fire false-alarmer in Detroit turned out to be a member of the city fire department who said that after answering fire alarms all day, it relaxed him to turn in a few of his own during the evening. Mary's Lullaby "But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart."— Luke 2:19. Rest, thee, my baby. Oh, sleep well, my child! Nothing disturbs thee, so gentle and mild. Though in a manger they liest this morn, God shall watch o'er thee and keep thee from harm. Sleep there, my baby,'midst oxen and kine; Nothing comes near thee, sweet baby of mine. Though strange men and shepherds now enter the shed, No harm do they mean thee; they kneel by the bed. Strange words they do utter, these men from afar . . . O'er hills and vast deserts they've followed a star That moved on before them and o'er thee doth shine, But it will not hurt thee, sweet baby of mine. The shepherds are saying they saw a great light That shone down upon them from out the dark night, And out of its brightness a Voice to them said: "Fear not, in a manger Christ layeth His head." I know not the meaning of all I have heard, But still for thy sake I shall treasure each word. Then rest thee, my baby, so lovely and mild; No harm shall come to thee, so sleep well, my child. Joyful and Triumphant —Addie Mary Egbert. By FRANK CURRY Sam stood on the corner watching the faces of the passing shoppers. The evergreen tied to the lamp post quivered in the wind, and Sam felt the quiver in his spine. Down the street a bell tinkled monotonously and a loudspeaker sang that all the faithful should come to Bethlehem. The store windows showed off little models of stables and wise men and livestock and especially little plaster Christs. These people in the crowd all seemed to think the figurines beautiful. . . and so did Sam, except that it all seemed so far away. Sam leaned against the lamp post and listened to the music, trying to feel the thing he knew he should feel about the little plaster figures and the "come-all-ye-faithfuls" Maybe it was that he didn't feel joyful and triumphant. Maybe he wasn't one of the faithful, either. Sam turned around and sat down on his stool. He was tired of peddling papers on the corner. A sailor and his girl came by. The boy was young and seemed very happy to be walking on a street. He had a red scar on his forehead and a cluster of ribbons showed under his unbuttoned peacoat. I probably be glad to be here, too. Sam thought, if I'd been where Ode to Doc Oh, some will say that a gent's cravat Should only be seen, not heard. But I want a tie that will make men [Paul B. Lawson, College dean, sent this poetic piece—from the Toronto Globe and Mail—to the Daily Kansan, requesting that it be passed on to Dr. R. H. Wheeler, department of psychology, with his compliments. We have no way of knowing—but it occurs to us the Dean meant it as a Christmas greeting.] And render their vision blurred. Give me a tie—a wild, wild tie— One with a barrel of sins! A tie that will blaze in a hectic haze Down where the vest begins. I yearn, I long, for a tie so strong It will take two men to tie it. If such there be, just show it to me— Whatever the price, I'll buy it! Christmas comes but once a year. I really think we're glad it's here With candy canes And gifts and such. Come again. I took a letter over to my grandmother; she couldn't find her glasses so we had to drink out of the bottle. And guts and such. And we don't have to study much. he's been. The scar-faced boy smiled at Sam and bought a paper. The girl smiled at Sam, too, and Sam saw why the sailor was so glad to be back. Sam ducked his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and mumbled a merry Christmas. The sailor and girl walked on. The loudspeaker was still sounding out Christmas carols. Sam jungled the coins in his pocket to the rhythm. The music was sort of swingy, and Sam stood up to listen better. He sang the words softly. It sounded pretty good. Maybe he could be a singer some day, like Paul Robeson or somebody. "That's pretty good, son." Sam heard the humorous voice behind him and swung around to see a little black-eyed soldier. Sam grinned. The soldier asked him where he'd learned to sing like that. Sam answered that he'd never studied, but that when he grew up he was going to be a great singer maybe, like Mr. Robeson. The soldier laughed, but in a good way. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed and made Sam feel like laughing, too. Sam asked the soldier if he wanted a paper, and the soldier said sure, but that he'd buy one only if Sam would sing another Christmas carol. Sam accompanied the loud-speaker in the "come-all-ye-faithful" song, more for him than to sell a paper. The little soldier hummed the song with Sam. Sam and the soldier finished the song together, and Sam knew it sounded pretty good. The soldier said it was good to be out, and Sam figured he meant out of the army. "Joyful and Triumphant," the short story, and "Mary's Lullaby," the poem, on today's editorial page were selected for publication from manuscripts written by members of Quill club. Addie Mary Egbert, a graduate of the University, is an assistant in the entomology department. Frank Curry is a College sophomore from Wichita. A large bus swung up to the curb and waited till some people got out and some others got in. A lady sitting in the bus remarked to her uninterested husband how funny it was to see a Negro newsboy and a Jewish soldier singing Christmas carols. The loudspeaker was quoting something from the Bible about "peace on earth, good will to men." Courtesy of Quill Club Collich correspondence. Horace the type louse and a Notre Dame louse have agreed that a necker-chief is not the president of a sorority. Rock Chalk Talk Dear $anta: There i$ only one thing I want for Chr$i smi$ this year. I gue$$ you know what that is $o plea$$e $end $ome a $oon a $po$$ible. Any $ophomore Please sand us a large box of assorted shovels and rubber boots so that we may better greet the return of R. J. Atkinson from the Christmas holidays. Dear Sandy: Your truly, Phi Kappa Psi Please send me a publisher for my new thousand-page book, "Forever Rhoda." Deár Santa: Passiontely yours, Helen R. Hoopes Dear Dean Claus: Send me one (1) copy of that new best seller, "Underground Organizations and Their Control," by HeinrichHMhler (Heil). Failure to do so will result in the loss of five (5) credit hours on your transcript. Dear Sandy: Der Chancellor Another milkman and less contact with Meguiar & Miller, Inc. By order of: Gratefully, By HERRIOTT and WILSON Miller and Watkins halls Dear St. Nick: Please send us one dozen assorted blondes to practice our ethics on. Anxiously ethica Phi Gam's Dear Mr. Claws: Could you tell us—Are you related to our own Maw Claw? Curious, Corbin hall Curious. Please RUSH one large supply of anti-freeze to be taken internally in large doses. Hic! Sigma Chi Dear Sour Claws: Paid Advertisement Please send us another issue of the Owl- hubba, hubba! Dear Nicky, old boy— Dear Kris (Kringle): More punch like we had at our Christmas party would be nice ta have around. Burp Battenfeld Dear Sandy: Pleadingly, The Stoodent Body. Please don't let the pros assign any more outside reading—it's getting too cold. We need lots more navy uniforms, so us P.F.C.'s (poor foolish civilians) can get waited on in the Union mountain. Dear Sailor Clothes: Basketball season is here and what we need most is pep. Please give us a lot of spirit . . s. Dull and Drab in Civvies Steodints. Dear Suity Clotkes. My Clothes. Please send us some wraps, we're freezing. The Wichita Kids, Southern Kansas Dear Mr. Anthony: Ooops!_how'd he get in here! Dear Mr. Anthony: Ooops! how'd he get in here! Str What Do You Think? . . . By FRANKLIN FEARING and ORVILLE ROBERTS What do you think about teaching kids to believe in Santa Claus? "Kids should believe in Santa Claus until they are 21."—Roy Dufens, Fine arts freshman, Topeka. "They should be. If Santa Claus had not been created, there would be no center of attraction for all Christmas parades and decorations." Leatha Sanford, College junior, Lawrence. "Why Santa Claus is part of the American way of celebrating Christmas. Isn't there a Santa Claus?" Marie Horseman, College junior, Kansas City. Strawberry "I'd teach my children that Santa is merely a spirit of giving. I abhor the commercialism associated with the Christmas season. It distracts rather than adds to the Christmas spirit." - Hubert M. Church, Sophomore engineer, St. Joseph, Mo. "Well, I lived through the 'finding out there wasn't a Santa Claus' ordeal without being disillusioned for life."—Helen Howe, Fine Arts junior, Lawrence. "Teaching children to believe in Santa is a lost Claus." - J. C. Halli By Popular Request The following is a tried and tested recipe for the traditional Christmas season egg-nog; 1 qt. milk 3 heaping tbsp. sugar Pinch of salt Rum flavoring (or any 3 eggs Rum flavoring (or any old stuff you happen to have around the house.) May be served chilled or hot. Beat eggs, add salt, sugar, and milk. 1113 1. burton. College sophomore, Arkansas City. "It's just another way for mother to explain that extra man around the house."—Dick Seovel, College freshman, Independence. "If your wife thinks you're Santa, your kids might as well think so too." "Jim Crook, Business junior Spokane, Wash. "It's a nice illusion."—Jane Priezj, College senior, Wichita. "No baby should be without Santa Claus. Battenfeld boys will play Santa for any babies over 17." — Wilbur Noble, College freshman, Leavenworth. "I would have been very disillusioned to find out that my mother and father had always put my dolls and tricycles under the tree." -Virginia Urban, College junior Wilson "It's a good idea as far as the kids are concerned, but it's sure hard on the old man's pocket book."—Frank Stalzer, Fine arts sophomore, Kansas City. To Students from South of the Border Felices Pascuas Que se diviertan durante las vacaciones y que tengan. Próspero Año Nuevo! Anything to Get Home Wilkes-Barre, Pa. (UP)—Leave it to the Navy to outwit the transportation shortage. A bus driver opened the luggage compartment in the side of the vehicle, to have three sailors nop out. It seems the gobs were unable to board the jammed bus in New York, so they crawled in with luggage for their trip home.