PAGE SIX UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS SUNDAY, JANUARY 24, 1943 K.U.'s Children Happy Now; Revel In Newly-Found Powers There once was a man named Kansas University, and he had two children who were most commonly known by their initials, WSGA and MSC. Now this man had several smaller children too, and each one of the children was born with the same desire—to help with the administration of his father's business. The smaller child.en were usually quiet, and they seemed to be happy with their status even though they knew that their father possessed absolute authority, but WSGA and MSC decided that they were being left out and to maintain their self-respect they would have to have a talk with father about the facts of life. MSC, the son, presented the children's grievances, and his sister, WSGA, was quick to back him up in every complaint. They were sure that they were being sorely abused, and they were just as certain that father was overlooking the principal purpose for which they had been born. "Why is it," the ambitious son inquired, "that in business matters pertaining to the children, the children are never consulted? If you don't at least share your authority with me, I'm going to leave home." The wise father arranged to hold a conference with his children, and he told them that he wanted them to feel free to offer their opinions at any time. He would be glad to have their suggestions, and he was sure that their aid would be invaluable in the management of the family's business. So the children went away with great satisfaction for at last someone had recognized their importance, and the father did listen very attentively to their suggestions. He listened, and then managed the family as he pleased, but the children were very happy.-G.S. A headline in the Chicago Herald American read, "Chinese Kill 500 Japs in Street Fight." That must have been a real brawl. Bread-Slicing Has Come Back; Baker Says He Gets Knifed A good old American custom, discarded 10 years ago with the advent of the Machine Age, has come back again. No one group is any more aware of this than KU students. The time-honored loaf of bread, with its 20 slices neatly packed in a waxed wrapper, is as much a myth as a second cup of coffee or beefsteak for dinner every night. The slicing machine which has served an admiring public for more than a decade has been doomed to idleness, while students grasp the loaf in one hand and brandish a dull butcherknife in the other, preparing for the coup d'etat. The resultant slice, if indeed it comes out whole, is a crumpled chunky piece of dough; amateurs can never hope to equal the paper-thin slices the machines produce. When stretched to its former size, the slice springs holes and defies jam or honey to stay on. No letup in this deplorable state of affairs is in sight. But there are always crackers. The reason for this back-to-the-breadknife movement is the conservation of steel. Or at least that is the excuse, Claude Wickard of the Just Wondering If all the prerequisites of some college courses are really necessary. Lots of men going into service soon were barred from enrolling courses that would aid them because of this deficiency. OPA gives, says Mr. Carl Drake, local baker, who can't see the economy in it. In his bakery Mr. Drake uses the same number of workers as before and no time is saved by omitting the slicing operation. The slicing machine stands idle and more steel will probably be used when the process is resumed than if it were continued. Also the rush for breadknives has exhausted the local hardware dealers' supply. What, asks Mr. Drake, is the economy in that? Mr. Drake claims that the real reason for the abandonment of slicing was the raised ceiling price of 10 per cent on wheat for the benefit of the farmer. The miller, who also had a ceiling price, couldn't meet this raise, causing the flour ceiling price to be hiked 10 per cent. Thus the buck was passed to the baker, because Mr. Drake says it wasn't "good politics" to make the public pay right now. Cutting a dog's tail off a little at a time doesn't hurt so much, insists Mr. Drake. This goes to show that if you cast your bread upon political waters, it will get awfully soggy. ---O--- A recent newspaper story concerning an absent justice was headlined, "Court Awaits Return of Justice." Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS Lawrence, Kansas UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Russell L. Wiley advertised in the Daily Kansan for a good standard make cornet and a good shotgun. Is the band director preparing for a concert—and critics? --- EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief ... Bob Coleman Editorial Associates ... Dean Sims, Joy Miller, Jim Gunn, Matt Heertz Feature Editor ... Betty Lou Perkins NEWS STAFF Managing Editor ... Ralph E. Coldren Sunday Editor ... Joy Miller Wire Editor ... Virginia Tieman Campus Editors ... Alan Houghton Clara Lee Oxley, Milo Farneti Sports Editor ... Milo Farneti News Editor ... Florence Brown Picture Editor ... James Gunn Society Editor ... Phyllis Collier BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Oliver Hughes Advertising Manager Charles Taylor, Jr. Who said the female isn't aggressive? Enroute to Lawrence from Newton after the between-semesters breathing spell, Winifred Ice, Theta pledge was staggering down the train aisle when a sudden lurch tossed her through a curtain into a certain compartment where she was emphatically not supposed to be. (Vagueness here is virtue.) Winnie looked around at the pittoons and at a gentleman half hidden with shaving cream and almost died. So did the gentleman, it is understood, during the 40 seconds which elapsed before the train lurched again and pitched Winnie, highly flustered at her own audacity, back out into neutral territory. You can't beat the navy: University men were running between Hoch and the gymn in their little white shorts, "Ah ha!" said a gob, "Victory pants! No cuffs." Bedlam—Jay Coed style: upstairs it sounded like Niagara Falls but in the basement it was evident two water pipes had just burst. Virginia Tieman made the momentous discovery and informed other Jay Coeds who fluttered around in mild panic as their basement rapidly assumed the appearance of an indoor swimming pool. Perfecting the confusion Dora May Felt blew a fuse, throwing the house in darkness. While 16 girls crouched hopelessly with visions of their furniture floating out the front door, Benitta (our hero) Bartz lighted a candle and turned off the flood. More candles were lighted, and the girls were drying out in the living room when their house parents came dashing through the kitchen splashing buckets of water. Seeing the flicker of candles two blocks away, they had presumed their domain was on fire, and sprinted to the rescue. This thing called intelligence: What is it? You tell us! We thought we had a faint idea until—A Theta pledge who made 15 hours of A last semester told her English history professor that the Alps are in Northern Scotland. And a Phi Gam freshman whose English Lit instructor complimented him one day on being intelligent turned around the next with dogmatic recitations to the effect that Shakespeare was an Italian and that Pearl Buck is Frank Buck's wife, her specialty being an ability to recognize on sight 16 species of African chimpanzees. ***** Ah! to be a Beta: Carol Stuart and Bill Jenson, Phi Delt, pulled in at the Delta Gamma house around twelve one of those sub-zero nights, plunked down on the floor, and stuck their feet and legs under the rug. (They were cold.) A D. G. rushee who knew just a little about Hill hell weeks mistook Bill for a Beta (In the Beta chapter it is considered character building to crawl under arug and mutter "I'm a bad Beta") doing his hourly penance, and she remarked about how sweet it was of his date to take the punishment with him. It is hard to say just what Bill's turbulent Phi Delt nature would have prompted him to do had he heard the remark. Students Engage in Finance Buy Books, Sell Books "It's as good as new," is the most stereotyped statement handed across the counter about this time of year say the attendants at the WSGA book exchange. Business starts at 8 o'clock when the exchange opens, and from then until 5:30 six coeds take turns trying to satisfy perturbed and confused Univer-† turbed and confused University students whose newly acquired profs have already made assignments for a week ahead. This seems to be one time of year when University lads and lassies really worry about finances. They come to the book exchange with a sales speech which they might have used on some pawn broker at the first of last month, "It's in superb condition, not a torn page in the book, used it only twice all semester. Don't you think I should get almost the full amount back on it?" So it goes at the WSGA book exchange in the sub-basement of the Union building. The WSGA has maintained a book exchange for the benefit of University students for Sometimes it's not worth the struggle! It's disappointing, to say the least, when after waiting in line for thirty minutes and missing the first part of lecture class, you get to the counter only to be told, "We can't buy that book; the class isn't being offered this semester. Sorry, we don't have the one you need." All that time and effort wasted, and no dough! ! many years. It was taken over in 1918 from the Men's Student Council. At that time the exchange was located on the first floor of Fraser hall. It was moved to Watson library in 1925. When the suggestion was first made that the exchange be moved to the basement of the Union building, some opposed this location as, "entirely out of the question, because it is so obscured." Obscure? It doesn't seem that way now as any student will testify who has tried to buy or sell a book during the past week. Physical Examinations Given Women Trainees Physical examinations were given to 13 women enrolled in the Technical Aeronautical Training course for women, Friday night, at the Watkins Memorial hospital. Other women enrolled in the course will be examined Wednesday night. The examinations are being given at night so that the women will not miss any classes.