UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, MAY 8, 1945
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'They Have Not Died in Vain'
K.U. Honors More Than 130
Harry Akers, '40, l'42
Claude E. Arnett, m'43
John Freeman Austin, fs'32
Allan H. Barstow, fs'35
John L. Beckner, '39
Thomas E. Bennett, fs'44
Bill Beven, ed'41
A. P. Brown, '29, '30, m'32
Harry Brown, b'39
Dean LeRoy Broyles, fs'46
Malcom Brumwell, '39
Henry S. Bunting, fs'44
Curtis A. Burton, '40, l'43
Raymond Clapper, fs'17
Paul Cannady, fs'35
Donald Caylor, fs'44
Richard P. Chenoweth, fs'44
Robert Chilson, fs'40
Dean Cochran, '31
Robert T. Crowder, fs'35
Dean Dalton, '39
Nolan Day, b'38
Grover Denlinger, fs'43
Foster L. Dennis, fs'18
John K. Detwiler, fs'40
James H. Dodderidge, '42
John Dyatt, fs'43
Fred C. Eberhardt, '42
Raymond Eberhart, fs'45
Dan Elam, e'37
Donald Lee Evans, fs'44
John D. Ewers, '38
Allan R. Ewing, fs'43
Leonard E. Fasholtz, b'38
Rodney Leroy Ford, fs'42
Holmes Fowler, fs'45
Thomas S. Freeman, l'42
Raymond L. Friedson, e'39
John James Green, fs'40
Jack J. Griffin, fs'39
Calton Grissom, fs'43
Lynn Hackler, ed'39
Fred Scott Hall, Jr., fs'45
Melvin Roy Hartley, fs'47
James S. Hartzell, b'41
Donald Heitman, ASTP
John A. Hettinger, l'17
F. Geo. Humphrey, fs'44
Perey E. Hunt, fs'19
T. P. Hunter, ed'42
Francis V. Huycke, fs'06
Charles O. Jordan, e'27
Robert W. Kehr, e'26, g'31
Charles N. Kelly, fs'47
Leland White Kesler, Jr., fs'44
Jack Kinell, '34, m'36
Wm. M. Knight, fs'42
G. Richard Koehler, Jr., fs'44
G. O. Kunkle, e'33
Claude Laird, fs'45
Joe Ralph Laird, fs'44
Fred Lake, Jr., fs'40
Vernon Landon, fs'38
Paul A. Lark, fs'38
Dan LaShelle, '41
Jack M. Lee, s.s.'41*
James R. Lewis, fs'42
Alfred D. Linley, fs42
Sidney S. Linscott, Jr., '40
Max G. Louk, fs41
Earl G. Lowe, Jr., fs44
Robert L. Mathews, fs42
Randel C. Matthews, e'41
Ivan J. May, b'40
Wm. W. McCrum, fs43
L. G. McGinnis, fs38
James McNaughton, fs43
Marian McShea, fs44
Norman Meeks, '39
Walt Meininger, '40
Robert C. Mitschile, fs27
R. E. "Red" Morrison, '21
John Musselman, fs46
C. Wayne Nees, b'40
Robert E. Ode, fs47
Frank O'Flaherty, fs43
Edward R. Olsen, b'37
Stanley R. Olsen, b'39
Stanley Leach Paine, b'38
JoWade Payne, fs43
Charles E. Paxton, fs42
John Elliott Penner, '33
Herbert M. Peters, A.S.T.P.
Charles F. Pierson, b'39
Donald B. Pollom, fs43
Fred Rollin Powell, fs43
William S. Prout, '13
Earl B. Reynolds, fs43
Floyd L. Riederer, fs42
Carroll G. Riggs, faculty
Herbert Sadayae, fs36
L. I. "Rudy" Savely, fs41
Niles R. Siebert, b'39
F. J. C. Smith, '28
Glen B. Smith, fs43
Glen Howard Soellner, '31
John G. Somers, Jr., '42
Wayne C. Steele, fs41
J. W. Stephenson fs35
Thomas Grier Stewart, fs42
Raymond C. Stiles, fs36
Robert E. Stoddard, b'43
Lawrence I. Stoland, fs40
E. "Jack" J. Stone, fs43
W. T. Stone, fs42
Henry F. Thorne, e'36
Charles Toberen, fa'40
Robert E. Trekell, m'44
Wallace A. Trued, fs44
John P. Van Rixoort, '42
F."Monty" Veatch, e'39
Walter H. Verbanic, fs43
LeRoy P. Vieth, fs43
H. D. Waldecker, fs46
Victor G. Walling, fs28
J. E. Walsh, Jr., b'31
W. E. Walter, fs42
Bill Weber, fs45
Chevey S. White, e'35
A. J. Wieland, fs42
R. S. Wilson, g'39
G. L. Worldy, Jr., b'41
Ralph M. Wyatt, '31, m'33
H. H. Ziegenbusch fs46
J. M. Zoellner, fs46
The alumni office assembled this list of names from the record through April.
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
Dedicated to Franklin D. Roosevelt, who led in the struggle to give freedom to all peoples of the world.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful
trink is done.
O Captain! my captain,
trip is done.
The ship has weather'd every rock, the
prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear, the
people all exulting.
While follow eyes the steady keel, the
vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is fung—
for you the burtle trills.
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths
—for you the shores crowding.
For you they call, the swaying mass,
the their eager faces turning;
Hove, Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still.
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound,
its entrance closed, and done.
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
* But I, with mournful tead.
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman
Memorials Will Not Repay Them
A piece of rock and bronze in the city park—a name inscribed! Are these the things for which the men we love are fighting and dying?
Ask one of them:
They are giving life for life;
they are buying freedom with freedom.
In letters as high as the stratosphere stands their bequest: "To those who have never known the fullness of life, its joy and sweetness, we give our lives. To those who have never held freedom in their hearts and felt its steady pulse, no matter what the odds—to those, our freedom goes."
You who would shed public tears and raise high monuments, who would make speeches and eulogize the "glorious dead"—if it is in you to feel compassion and true grief, carry their plans to completion and fulfill their shattered dreams. Only thus will they not be forgotten.
When you look down on the poor and trample the weak, when you discriminate between black and white and Jew and Gentile, when you spend on wood and stone what might be spent on flesh and blood and spirit, you are breaking and denying the will they have written in blood and pain and loneliness.
Heroic Dead Command the Living To Remember Terrific Cost Paid
Is it more blessed to give than to receive? We should be able to tell you but it is a little late. Our sacrifice is over. The pain and dirt and hell in which we died means nothing to us now.
What does it mean to you? You who live in freedom and safety—you who LIVE.
We don't ask that you make heroic figures of our Unknown Memory. We were just men—men who did not want to die. We were not impregnated with a fanatical idealism which exacts death from its believers. Ours was a philosophy of life.
We wanted to be healers of men, not killers. We wanted to be engineers curbing the ravages of nature, not wreckers creating a devastation more severe. We wanted to be scientists reaching beyond man's knowledge for longer and better life. We wanter to be teachers freeing men from ignorance and intolerance. But most of all, we wanted just to love instead of hate. We wanted to work out better ways of living with our fellowman—not better ways of killing men.
What did we do? We fought and died — some of us with beards sparse on our chins, some with sons unborn, most who'd never have sons. We made the down payment on this thing called peace with our lives, with our potentialities, with our plans for our future.
Not what we were but what we might have been—that is the price of victory to you. Don't let a thing so dearly bought be lost by failing to keep up the installments until it's paid in full.
Defeat of Germany Does Not Insure Absolute Destruction of Fascism
We see around us every day the suppression of thought, intimidation through economic dependence, attempted regimentation and indoctrination. And does this not remind us of the Nazi burning of the books? We see the suppression of news and have propaganda thrust upon us. And how does this differ from the Nazi censorship but in degree? Above all, we must guard against any attempt at a regimentation of thought. Freedom of speech and freedom of the press must be maintained as the means of expression for freedom of thought.
Germany is defeated! We like to think that its fall is the fall of European fascism—of fascism in the world. We feel that in Germany's defeat and Hitler's exit from power, an ideal is deo—an ideal odious to all democratic thinkers. But in so doing, we place ourselves on the brink of a dangerous pitfall. We must not fail to realize that the fight against the tendencies of fascism is not over. We must see the real meaning of democracy. Participation in government by all constitutes a very superficial type of democracy. Democracy encompasses much more than that.
We have seen the Germans set themselves up as a race superior to all others. We have seen their persecution of other peoples—based on that premise. Is there not a very real parallel between that German attitude and the attitude of a great many Americans toward our racial minorities? The Negro, the Jew, the Japanese-Americans; they are Americans—but more—they are people, they are human beings. There is, and can be, then, no excuse for the underground persecution of the Negro, for the existence of anti-semitic feelings, for the exclusion of Japanese-Americans from our society.
We have observed both in America and in Germany the subjection of the interests of a great many people to those of a few. Real democracy has a very integral economic aspect. It does not mean a powerful few, a subjugated many—rather, the alleviation of the economic ills of all. Democracy means, if you will, the brotherhood of mankind.
Let us, then, not give up the fight when it is far from won. Let us pursue it to victory—beyond Berlin—far beyond the Axis—to a true victory for democracy.