UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS PAGE SIX WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 29, 1941 The Kansan Comments -ing up all the night before to stew about it. EDITORIALS★ BOOKS★ There will be tears and beers spilled on this issue of the Daily Kansan. HI; HO; BACK TO WORK! The last issue of the "student publication" for the first semester of the school year 1940- 41! Gathered together between finals by a few of the faithful journalism students, it marks a division point for every student in the University. There is a lot of living wrapped up in a semester. Those "little human triumphs" in the classroom. The night when you were looking up through the trees at the frosty moon in a clear autumn sky, and that sweet young thing in the fur coat reached up and planted the darndest kiss. One more semester gone by the board. For some it was a triumph. To the student with a solid row of A's to show around the house, this last semester has been peaches and cream. But brother, you've got many sad sisters, and not a few unhappy brothers. Tragedies, human hardships, sacrifices there is at least a little of each in every semester. The boy that missed a job at the employment bureau. He couldn't report for work because his one shirt was dirty. He stayed at home until he had washed the shirt, but he missed the job. It takes more than idel curiosity to keep a boy like that in school. The list could go on for ever of the queer things, the funny things, the sad things, the fortunate things that happen to students in a semester. If you flunked a course you didn't think you shoulda', this Kansan may find you home on the bed trying to console yourself by cussing the professor. If you passed a close one that looked almost like a steal, you'll probably read these lines through a haze of celebration. Whichever it is, remember that the first of next week the line forms in Robinson and there'll be a new order of the day. SHOW YOUR MARBLES William B. Benton, vice president of the University of Chicago, has a method to test Britain's desire to pay back any money America loans to her. If she is sincere, says Benton, she might give as security the Elgin marbles, the original Magna Carta, the Keats Letters, and the Shakespeare folios, among other things. We'll return them when she pays back the money she borrowed. Headline: Commander of De Gaule Unit Loses His Life in One Action. We wonder if he found it again in the next action. The defense program is speeding up. It's getting no place fast. These columns compiled from the files of country papers intrigue us. In the Iola Register's "25 Years Ago" column is an item about a woman who "will spend a month or six weeks visiting relatives." Whimsical as it may seem, we'd sort of like to know whether or not she ever returned. PATTER★ LETTERS★ FREE FRENCH TO FIGHT Free French forces have at last gone into action in Southwestern Libya. Speculation has been rife about the DeGaulle troops stationed in equatorial Africa. Evidently these men, who claim allegiance to Free France and alliance with Britain, have been lying in wait for some such action as the British have been carrying out in Libya. If the DeGaulle forces are effective, we should see Mussolini squirming in the middle of one more pincher movement. Time magazine says that BMI has proved to be a pain in the ASCAP. Ditto on "Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair." The 40-hour week may look like communism to the Republicans but it would seem like heaven to a college student along about now. A Zombie is commonly known as an animated dead man. At the University a Zombie is a fellow who tries to do a semester's work in one week. Definition of a dictator: A guy who resolved early in life not to believe the democratic propaganda that you can't squeeze blood out of a turnip. 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CHICAGO • BOSTON • LOS ANGELES • SAN FRANCisco OFFICIAL BULLETIN UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS Vol. 38 Wednesday, Jan.29, 1941 No.78 Notices due at Chancellor's office at 3 p.m. on day before publication during the week, and at 11 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday issue. NOTICE TO ALL STUDENTS: Dr. E. T. Gibson will be available for personal conferences at Watkins Memorial Hospital on Tuesday afternoons from 2 to 5. Appointments should be made at the Watkins Memorial Hospital.-Ralph I. Catutenes. ENGLISH MAJORS: Students wishing to enroll in Reading for Honors in English will please see Miss Burnham in 211 Fraser between 9 and 12 or 2 and 4 on Monday or Tuesday, the days of enrollment. Transcripts should be brought if possible. J. M. Burnham. NOTICES★ Hain't Hooman These Finals Hain't BY HELEN HUDDLESTON Finals should be eliminated from the face of the earth, especially campuses, forever. Finals is what sends hundreds of farm boys back to the farm, and hundreds of city girls back to Mama every year. Finals is what turns college from a pleasant diversion to a stark raving nightmare. Finals hain't hooman, that's what they hain't. Finals benefit two people - geniuses and coffee-growers. They make a scarcity in the coffee-grower's market, and give geniuses a chance to look superior and go to the show the night before. I have no personal sympathy for either cause, never having known a genius or a coffee-gröwer. Finals is what gives coffee-nerves to common people like you and us. Finals consist in writing down what you didn't learn all semester in the longest possible fashion after staying up all the night before to stew about it. Finals is what fill the hospitals with people taking rest cures. Finals is what fills the between-semester vacations with hang-overs. Finals is what fills lovable old professors with sadism. Finals is what fills all the coed's time with apple-polishing so that she doesn't have a chance to study and get something out of the course. Finals mean staying up all night for a week. They make people kinda' queer the next day, so they write things like this. ROCK CHALK TALK By HEIDI VIETS Tommy Dawson, Phi Gam pledge, got the wim wams when an incident in mental telepathy came his way yesterday. Two years ago on a Caribbean cruise he met a girl named Gypsy. Since then he had written to her once or twice, hadn't heard from her in months. Yesterday at 4 o'clock, he suddenly got the urge to write her, and mailed a letter before dinner. At 11:30 last night Gypsy phoned long distance from St. Louis, en route from Texas to New York, just to say hello. "I tried to call you at 4 this afternoon," she said, "but couldn't get through." This week Memorial Union fountain has a special on bird food. Sunday night Bud Owen fixed a little lean-to platform by one of the north windows and heaped it bountifully with sandwich crusts. To add interest he decorated the feast with two yellow place cards (backs of fountain tickets) for "Grace" and "Joe." Why? "To make children ask questions," said Bud. Monday morning Joe Weaver wandered into Rowlands, looked dazed and cried. "I'm going crazy. What did I come in here for?" Those he wandered out again and walked one door south Then he wandered out again and walked one door south. Among snow battles of the week, the fray last Saturday afternoon which engaged six houses ranks high. It all started when the boys at Tennessee club challenged the A.T.O.'s. Soon the Sigma Chi's came over to help their new neighbors, and as long as the rest of the block was into it, the T.K.E.'s also declared war. Soon the Tennessee clubbers put out the white flag. Then the whole group stalked up to the Fhi Gam house to start another fight. Theta Tau, engineering fraternity, allied with the Fijis and battled bravely, but they were outnumbered and finally defeated. Another fight was the Battenfeld-Templin-Carruth classic which finished with at least six black eyes for Templin and six for Battenfeld. Herb Barber had both eyes swelled shut Sunday morning. Battenfeld communique declares all Templin and Carruth boys were driven high-tail back into the house by ferocious Battenfeld battlers. Another snowball deal of note occurred when a man in an independent house pelted a burly fellow who was going into the house next door. The assaulted came right over, knocked on the door. The landlady came to the door. "Should I know you?" she said. "No," he answered, and walked upstairs and knocked down the off- fender. Then he said he was sorry. But so was the other mon.