PAGE SIX UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS TUESDAY, JANUARY 19, 1943 Despite War, K.U. Looks to Future And Hopes For New Gymnasium Optimistically looking to the future, it is obvious that K.U. is going to need—too, needs right now—a new gymnasium. Old Robinson gym, built in 1906, is beginning to crack in the various joints and seams and if good fate doesn't hold its various parts together, not literally speaking, of course, it's apt to fall in on some ill-fated junior commando class. Work was completed only a few years ago on the new gymnasium at the University of Colorado. It was built at a cost of $354,000. This gym is one of the most modern and one of the best equipped in the nation. It is one on which K.U. could well base their plans in building a new one. Such a building is, naturally, impossible to be realized in these times but plans can etherically be made. The C.U. gymnasium contains a large swimming pool, a main gym and basketball floor, two corrective gymnasium rooms, offices for coaches and the graduate manager, shower rooms, a large boxing, wrestling and conditioning room, and two handball courts. Included in the original cost of the Colorado gymnasium was the cost of the equipment, including 1950 steel lockers. R. W. Lind, Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds at C.U., stated that a building of the same size could have been constructed on the campus for less cost but that the well-built gymnasium has been, in the few years of use, a saving because of the very low maintenance cost. Despite the war, K.U. can sometimes dream. Silo's Walter Winchell Gets A Chuckle-From Himself Sandy Moats, a character who daily authors a high-schoolish gossip column in the Kansas State Collegian, declares that the recent demonstration here shows for one thing that the students of the University are not above the mob spirit or any more socially intelligent than they are in any other school in the state. And then Mr. Moats is amused—he has a delicious sense of humor—by the fact that the Kansan, while printed only four days a week, is called a daily paper. It has long been customary in the newspaper world to call any paper printed more than thrice weekly a daily. But then a Kansas State student would hardly be expected to know anything about that. The Kansan cannot remember any particular instance in which the University students claimed such superiority. Therefore it can only reason that Moats' defensive gesture must have been prompted by an inferiority complex. In the same column Moats prints a letter from an aviation cadet at San Antonio, a former Silo inmate, who complains of the recent strike and its effect on the cadets. This is amusing, for this same "paper"—the Collegian, prior to Christmas, printed a letter written by a staff member whining of their shortened Christmas vacation—shortened to a mere 10 days, six days longer than the University's vacation at that time and three days longer than the one we ultimately received. Just Wondering If this "cool" weather isn't conditioning the K. U. military reserves to join hands with the Russians. In a poll taken on the campus of the University of Oklahoma, 50 per cent of the students believed that university educational standards are lower than in the pre-war area, 20 per cent thought them higher, and 30 per cent saw no change in them. A Colgate University survey among its seniors showed that the most intelligent group of undergraduates, 16 per cent above the average work on student publications. Men in student government were second. So now we feel encouraged. An interview in which a faculty member at the University of Oklahoma declared that dogs were poor pets raised a storm of protest from dog-lovers. Since the first of last year more than 1,000 papers have raised their subscription prices. Nevertheless, their combined circulations have increased. UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS Lawrence, Kansas EDITORIAL STAFF TU --- Publisher ... John Conard NEWS STAFF Editor-in-chief ... J. Donald Keown Associate Editors ... Bob Coleman, Bill Feeney, Ralph Coldren, Dean Sims, Matt Heuertz Feature Editor ... Joy Miller Managing Editor ... Ralph E. Coldren Sunday Editor ... Joy Miller Wire Editor ... Virginia Tieman Campus Editors ... Alan Houghton Clara Lee Oxley Sports Editor ... Milo Farneti News Editor ... Florence Brown Picture Editor ... James Gunn Society Editor ... Phyllis Collier Campus editor ... Milo Farneti Editor-in-chief ... Bob Coleman Editorial associates ... Dean Sims, Joy Miller Jim Cunn, Matt Heuertz Feature editor ... Betty Lou Parkins BUSINESS STAFF Feature editor ... Betty Lou Perkins Business Manager ... Oliver Hughes Advertising Manager ... John Pope Advertising Assistant ... Charles Taylor, Jr. Thaw me out well in the morning, boys: The below-zero weather has covered the ground with Arctic dew, filled the air with frost-bite, and frozen out the boys in those open-air "steeping" porches. "Never again," said one boy, chopping the keilies off his toes. Another, beneath a mountain of two quilts, three comforts, and seven blankets, muttered through his frozen beard: "O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory?" A loaf of bread, a jug of wine: It is reported that John Conard and party, going up to the game Saturday, registered at one of the Kansas City hotels under the name of Omar Khayyam. They never made it to the game. Commentary on Sports With what I've seen of games and things, And halos bright and silver wings, They all seem much alike to me And just as rough as they can be. There's basketball, a noble game Of ripe renown and worldwide fame. No matter what, we've got to win. "Throw me a helmet, coach, I'm going in." That's your story, you stick to it: Lucille Larson and Paula Dunn, Corbin Hall, went to the City over the weekend to get Lucille's eyes dilated for testing. They said they went to four picture shows afterwards. And yet all they could sing on the way home was sailor songs. Another leaf: Finals have come and gone, leaving many a student a sadder but a wiser man. At least he knows what he doesn't know, if that makes sense. Wouldn't it be nice if the professors used the standard of judgment expressed in Plato's "Apology": "He is wise who Socrates, knows that he knows nothing." $$ * * * * $$ "Not only did I not sit down," one student wails mournfully, "But I waited two hours for my train." "We can't win, but it isn't because we didn't try," is the attitude of the returning students to the University after the three day vacation between semesters. "Only two hours?" returns a fellow sufferer. "I waited three and one-half." Students Cold, Mashed Back to Hill ***** In addition to the late-rum loa d ed with army and navy men returning to camps or going home for a day or two, that no student had an opportunity to enjoy the comfort of a seat. But this was not the worst. After the weary student caught his train, three hours after the scheduled time; after standing or sitting on a suitcase for 100 miles, the student eagerly jumped off the train at the Lawrence station, only to find another unexpected surprise waiting for him. This student only has to wait an hour and a half to get a taxi. If the student was discouraged by such inconveniences, he did not show it. He grimly grasped his heavy suitcase in one hand and started out in the below-zero weather to meet the K. U. bus somewhere along its route. "This isn't so bad!" he rejoiced, seeing the bus approaching almost at once. However, on entering the bus, he found that he could get on, with some amount of squeezing and pushing, but to find space for his suitcase was impossible. He decided to wait for the next bus. This wait only helped to make the student colder and more weary, for the next bus was slightly crowded. Besides that, there were now about seven students waiting for the same bus. So the student resignedly left his suitcase at the nearest drug store, hoping the contents (?) wouldn't freeze, and pushed in the bus, holding his breath while the door closed. The next day, this student enrolls. Arising in a 15 degrees below zero morning, he finds that the landlady has not prepared for this weather and the room temperature is fighting to hit the above freezing point. He, nevertheless, gallantly shivers into his somewhat stiff clothes and dashes up the hill. He can really make time now that he is not waiting for a bus, taxi or train. He speeds through the enrollment line, only to be sent back three times due to closed classes and wrong courses. Finally he walks out of Robinson gym with a sigh of relief. He is enrolled, nothing ahead now but smooth sailing. Then—he looks at his fee card. A look of agony crosses his face. This semester is only about $20 more than his father expected. Well, he is too busy to date, anyway. But it's all over. All the suffering and waiting. Now all this hard working, disheveled, and exhausted student has to look forward to is that the army will call him sometime before finals next May.