PAGE TWO WEDNESDAY. OCTOBER 16, 1925 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN. LAWRENCE. KANSAS UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS PUBLISHER HERBERT A. MEYER JO PRESIDENT EDITOR IN CHIEF BILL FORESTE ASSOCIATE EDITORS MELvin Harlin RENAILE CUSTISM MANAGING EDITOR MARGARET BOUNT BUSINESS MANAGER E. QUINTENA BROWN Campus Editor JAMES PORTLANDKING Make up Editor ALEX CONSUNNER High Heel HELYETTE Sports Editor BORNE JASON Assistant DONNIE HUAY News Editor JOHN MAHONEY Skate Editor RAYMOND KRIVEN Sunday Editor SIMMIE JOYCE KANSAN BOARD MEMBERS MARGARET BOWY RUTHERGART BOWY HERRICK MEEP F. QUINCEN BOWY EQUIPER BOWY RITCH STOKESMAN SUMMIT JESSEN MICHAEL MERGMAN HARRY HOLLYBURN JAMES WATSON TELEPHONES Business Office KU, 66 News Room KU, 25 Night Connection, Business Office 2701 K2 Night Connection, News Room 2702 K3 Sole and exclusive national advertising representatives NATIONAL ADVERTISING SERVICE, Inc. 420 Madison Avenue, New York City Bank of America, Bank of America, Bank of America Chicago, Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle Published Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday on the University of Kentucky Press website at institution of the University of Kentucky from the Town of the Kentucky Springs. Subscription price, per year, $1.00 cash in advance, $1.23 on payments. Single copies, 30 each. Entered as second class matter, September 17, 1910, at the post office at Lawrence, KS. WEDNESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 16. 1935 ACTION The time for quibbling and argument has passed. The K club has taken its criticism. The questioned acts have been censured. All interested students have had an opportunity to voice their opinion. The time for action is now at hand. Anyone can sit at a football game and criticize the action that goes on around him. Anyone can tear holes in existing institutions, or at least see the flaws in them, but it takes someone possessed of intelligence and a will to work to rebuild and strengthen a wobbling structure. Letters in Campus Opinion show that many students are dissatisfied with existing machinery for perpetuating tradition. Enough of these students hold similar views to form a group capable of definite action. If such a group is not formed, if the students who have so viciously heaped condemnation on the K men do not follow their words and constructive as well as destructive ideas in their heads, then their words have no more value than the paper they are written on. Student letter writers have stirred up trouble. Now let them show that their action had a worthy purpose behind it, that they are not more rabble rousers. -Wichita Eagle. General Hugh Johnson is going to tour the country and constructively criticize the New Deal. And constructive criticism from Hugh Johnson is about as light as a lovetop from Joe Louis. WE HAVE SUBMITTED The Kansan has presented three plans whereby observance of tradition might be improved. After some reorganization, and with a better understanding of personal reaction to its actions, the K club could continue in its present role of tradition guardian. The second plan was to turn the whole matter of tradition over to the freshmen, and let them do with it as they chose. The assumption in this case is that worthwhile tradition will stand without the backing of force. The subsequent and necessary reorganization of the Freshman class are details to be worked out by individuals interested in the scheme. The final plan is to place tradition in the hands of an elective group; a group composed of students who have been active in University life. The members of such a group would be well acquainted with tradition through actual contact with it. This is by no means a complete list of possible solutions to the traditions question. The plans presented are merely suggestions that might help any group that is anxious to bring about a change. The new 1936 Kansas license tags are being sent around to the counties. The color scheme is black and orange. And, as somebody says every year on this occasion, the pedestrian's colors will remain black and blue—K, C, Kansan. PEACE ACTION The Peace Action Committee is to be congratulated on their first open discussion meeting of the year held last Thursday evening. Whether one believes in their policy or not, it must be admitted that an intelligent discussion of the Ethiopian question was carried on. Professors Molyin, Lee, and Brown and Rev. King gave different viewpoints of the situation, while those present showed an active interest by their question and statements after the regular If future meetings have the educational value of the first meeting, students should take advantage of their opportunity and attend. Most people are pleasant individuals so long as things are moving smoothly, but just the minute that someone ruffles their spirits by a perplexed face, the interior person breaks down and reveals the inner person. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM After teaching his son for many years in the way of the gentleman, Lord Chesterbelt wrote of him: "He is a silk stocking with mud in it." This would mean that he had developed social training of the superficial kind, yet he was not good all the way through. Students often resent the criticism given them by professors, and dismiss the comments by saying that after all the professors are only human. Yet the faculty have seen more of life, especially in their field, and know whereof they speak and write. It shows growth and maturity when a person is able to take and profit by constructive criticism and improve in the prescribed way. That Tennessee auctioneer whose voice carries seven miles has a rival in Haile Selassie yelling for help—Wichita Eagle. Campus Opinion Editor Daily Kansan: A statement by the manager of the Memorial Union building appeared in Tuesday morning's paper concerning the financing of the mid-week variates. He failed to mention the fact that if at least 200 stalls attend and pay an admission of ten cents each, this will yield 29 dollars per dance. This, together with the 25 dollars which the Memorial Union furnishes would cover the hand expense. This sum must have also been collected last year but Mr. Cochrane did not mention it in his statement. JR.M. Editor Daily Kansan; Last year, parading in the name of liberalism and better student government, a group of individuals managed to elect themselves to office under the banner of the LSGL. That the party was a liberal group and that was but a vehicle to carry him into office, goes without saying. Now that a year has intervened and time has tempered reason, we can see from the manifestations of this party in office that it is just another party. It is a political buggy who don't have It will not be far distance that the war drums will beat again and another political battle will be under way. It would be well to consider whether or not a two party party will be elected in the province at the two parties that now represent the Campus. The Pachaacamac, or Rising Sun party, representing the old guard of the fraternity and the new party the recently created PSGL appealing to the non-fraternity man, would be elected if they would fair better under this new party. It is obvious, from this set up, that no effective and constructive legislation will be enacted, for time will be spent in arguing over such trivial matters as, Council leaves and its members. We would like to consider the large unicarelate group of the University, the non-fraternity man, that his salivation for better government lies in his ability to organize an agency of his own with men made up of his own group and not a minority of them. This group would be out and out with the sense of functional性 patronage. It is time that the men of the University begin to realize the importance that politics plays on the Campus, and to be able to participate in them. Now that politics has become such a topic of study and discussion, it behoves the men of this University to know how their "hill" politics are carried on. How do we, the coming electorate, expect to check and stop the corrupt political viciousness, if we have here on the Campus, in an embryonic form, political machines and bosses? It would be well for the student body to act as a catalyst for change. We need University that one becomes, in a small way, acquainted with the working of politics and it should be the duty of everyone to participate as best he can. Ballots settle many things but those casting the ballot are the determining factor and their judgment and voting should be made as much knowledge as they have at the issues at stake. William D. Comer. Nuisance due at Clarenceville's Office at 5 p.m., preamble, regular mobilization班, and 17:10 p.m. Saturday for Sunday inuse. OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN COMMISSION ON WORLD AFFAIRS. The Commission on World Affairs of the W.C.W.A. will meet Thursday, Oct. 16, at 4:30 at Hedley house. All women interested in economic and social problems are curiously invited. Vol. 33 October 16, 1935 --- June Thompson, Eather Anderson, co-chairmen. INDEPENDENT WOMEN: The Jayhawk party, sponsored by Co-ed clubs, is open to all women of the University, but is planned particularly for you. You are urged to come and take part in the organization of unofficial women. The meeting which will be a semi-friday event on Saturday evening, Oct. 17, at Westminster hall, 1221 Oread. Catherine Holmes, Manager, Dorothy Lewis, Mary Frances Butler, Co-chairman of Co-led Clubs. INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB. The International Relations Club will meet at 4:30 a半夜 in room 104 Administration building. Everyone interested is invited to attend. Neal Hardy, Secretary. INTER-RACIAL GROUP. The Inter-racial group of the YWCA will have a picnic Thursday evening. Meet at 10am at the YWCA on Tuesday. PHI DHI KAPPA: There will be a meeting this evening at 7:30 in room 115 Fraser hall. Martha Peterson, Dorothy Hodge, co-chairmen C. A. Campbell, Secretary. and Sudden Death By F. C. Furnas Publicizing the total of motorizing injuries—almost a million last year, with 36,000 deaths—never gets to the point where it is ready for realization of the appalling risks of motorizing. He does not translate dyi statistics into a reality of blood and nerve damage. An article especially written fo, Reader's Digest, and reprinted with permission of the editors. Figures exclude the pain and horrors of navage mutilation—which they leave out the point. They need to be brought closer home. A passing shipwreck would leave a fellow you had bunch with last week is in a hospital with a broken back will make any driver but a boro foot slow down at least temporarily. But what is needed is a vivid and sustained thrill, like the throttle, death gets in beside you, hopefully waiting for his chance. That single horrible accident you may have witnessed is no isolated horror. That sort of thing happens every hour on the water. The States, if you really fit, that perhaps the cold lines of type in Monday's paper recording to a total of 25 local citizens were killed in week-end crashes would rate something more alarming than you turn back to the sports page. An enterprising judge now and again, sentences delivery delays to tour the accident end of a city morgue. But even a mangled body on a slab, awkward portraying the consequences of bad motoring judgment, a putt in aatch or a hitch may leave an artist working on a safety poster would dare depict that in full detail. That picture would have to include motion-picture and sound effects, too — the flapping, pointless efforts of the woman in the dress, the roaring robes; the steady, painting ground of a human being with pain creeping up on him as the shock wavers off. It should portray the shack expression on the face of a man, drugged with shock, and the woman's grim response, the insane crumpled effect of a child's body after its bones are crushed inward, a realistic picture of an hypersocial woman with her screening eyes and wide-eyed blue-dropped that fills her eyes and runs off her chin. Minor details would include the raw ends of bones protruding through flesh in compound fractures, and the dark red, oozing surfaces and clothes and skin were flayed off at once. Those are all standard, everyday sequels to the modern passion for going places in a hurry and taking a chance or two by the way. If ghosts could be put to a useful purpose, every bad stretch of road in the United States would greet the oncoming motorcider with grooming and screams and the educational corpse that will corpse, all sizes, sexes and ages, lying horribly still on the bloody grass. Last year a state trooper of my acquaintance stopped a big red Hispano for sprinting. Papa was obviously a responsible person, obviously set for a pleasant week-end with his family—and into papa's well-bred expatulation, time, but if you keep on this way, won't last long. Get going—but take it easier! Later a passing motorist hauled the trooper and asked if the red Hispano had got a ticket. "No," said the trooper. "I hated to spill their blood." The driver, the motorist, "I saw you stop them—and then I passed that car again 50 miles up the line. It still makes me feel sick at my stomach. The car was all folded up like an accordion—the color was about all there was left, and all dead but one of the kids—and he wasn't going to live to the hospital." Maybe it will make you sick at your stomach, too. But unless you're a heavy-footed incurable, a look at heat on a paint, a first-hand acquaintance with the results of mixing gasoline with speed and bad judgment ought to be well worth your while. I can't help feeling that I have the nerve to drive fast and take chances, you ought to have the nerve to make the appropriate cure. You can't ride an ambulance or watch the patient in the hospital, but you can read. The automobile is treacherous, just as a cat is. It is tragically difficult to realize that it can become the deadliest missile. As enthusiasts tell you, it makes 65 feet like nothing at all. But 65 an hour is 100 feet a second, a speed which puts a wiccuously unjustified strain on brakes and human reflexes, and can instantly turn this doble luxury into a mad hall elephant. Collision, turnover or sidewise, each type of accident produces either a shattering dead stop or a crashing change of direction—and, since the occupant—mneaning you—continues in the old direction, the vehicle's surface and angle of the car's interior immediately becomes a battering, tearing progrelle, aimed at you. inexcapable. There is no bracing your self against thee imperative laws of momentum. It's like going over Niagara Falls in a steel barrel full of railroad pulses. The best thing that can happen to you—and one of the rairie things—is to be near the edge, so you have only the ground to reckon with. True, you strike with as much force as if you had been thrown from the Twentieth Century at top speed. But at least you're aware of the knelt and edges and glass inside the ear. anything can happen in that split of crash, even those lucky escapes you hear about. People have dived through windchilts and come out with only one broken arm or two arms as cars together head on, reducing both to twisted junk, and been found unhurt and arguing bitterly two minutes afterward. But death was there just the same—he was only exercising his left arm while a wrecking crew pried the door off a car which had been overturned down an ambulance and out stepped the driver with only a scratch on his cheek. But his mother was still inside. She had been knocked four inches into her brain as a result of son's taking a greasy curve a little too fast. No blood — no horribly (twisted bones) — just a graudely corpse still clutching her pocketbook in her hand when she felt the car leave the road. On that same curve a月 later, a light touring car crashed a tree. In the middle of the front seat they found an unidentified baby, who is broken gizzes and yet absolutely unhurt. A fine practical joke on death—but spied by the baby's parents, still sitting on each side of him, instillingly shattering their skulls on the dashboard. If you customarily puss without clear vision a long way ahead, make sure that every member of the party carries identification papers—it's difficult to identify a body with its whole face bashed in or torn off. The driver in death's favorite target. If the steering wheel holds together it ruptures his back, then he must break internally. Or, if the steering wheel breaks off, the matter is settled instantly by the steering column's plurging through his abdomen. By no means do all head-on collisions occur on curves. The modern death-trap is likely to be a straight stretch with three wanes of traffic like the notorious Airlift Flats on the Albany Post Road where there have been as many as 27 fatalities in one summary, and over 50 were struck by broad, straight road attempts many an ordinarily sensible driver into passing the man abead. Simultaneously a driver coming the other way swings at high speed. At the last moment each tries to get into line again, but the gaps are closed. As the cars in line are forced into the ditch to cap their heads, they almost beat out in a swirling, grinding smash that sends them caromong obliquely into the others. A trooper described such an accident—five cars in one mess, seven killed on the spot, two dead on the way to the hospital, two more dead in the long run. He remembered it far more vividly than he wanted to recount. From a dead man to check up on a woman with a broken back; the three bodies out of one car so soaked with oil from the crankcase that they looked like wet brown cigars and not human at all; a man, walking around and bubbling to himself, oblivious of the dead and dying, even oblivious of his own death, struck out of his streaming writ; a pretty girl with her forehead held open, trying hopelessly to crawl out of a ditch in apita of her smashed hip. A first-class massacre of that sort is only a question of scale and numbers—seven corpse are no deader than one. So many who went to make up the 36,000 corpscalls clapped up last year had to die a personal death. A car careening and rolling down a bank, battering and smashing its occupants every inch of the way, can wrap itself so thoroughly around a tree that front and rear bumpers interlock, and can cause them apart. In a recent case of that sort they found the old lady, who had been sitting in back, lay across the lap of her daughter, who was in front, each soaked in her own and the other's blood and burned. She intergrated and broken that there was no point whatever in an autopsy to determine whether it was broken neck or ruptured heart that caused death. Overturning car specializes in certain injuries. Cracked pelvis, for instance, can be broken by motionless, per爪 crippled for life—broken spine pain from sheer side twist—the minor details of smashed knees and splintered shoulder blades caused by crushing into the bones of the swollen swirl of an iname roller coaster—and the lethal consequences of broken ribs, which puncture hearts and lungs with their raw ends. The consequent internal hemorrhage is no less dangerous because it is the pluerne instead of the pluerne cavity that is filling with blood. Flying glass—safety glass is by means universal yet contributes more than its share to the spectacular side of accidents. It doesn't merely aid the body in the air, but if a cannon loaded with broken bottles had been fired in your face, and a silver in the eye, traveling with such force, means certain blindness. A leg or arm stuck through the windshield and the wrist or an artery and muscle like a piece of beef under the butcher's knife, and it takes little time to lose a fatal amount of blood under such circumstances. Even safety glass may not be wholly safe in high speed. You hear picturetapes tales of how a flying human body will make a nest hole in the stuff with head—the shoulders stick—the glass bottle—and the raw, keen edge of the body that moves the body in moan as a guillemot. O. to continue with the decapitation medic, going off the road into a post- and rail fence can put you beyond worrying about other injuries immediately when a rail comes through the roof of the building or when with its splintered end—not as neat a job but thoroughly efficient. Bodies are often found with their shoes on and their feet all broken out of shape. The shoes are back on the floor of the house or car when they are not neatly tied. That is the kind of impact produced by modern speeds. But all that is routine in every American community. To be remembered individually by doctors and policemen, you have to do something as grotesque as the lady who burst the skull of an officer and splintered all over the other occupants of the car, and then, as the car rolled over, rolled with it down the edge of the windshield frame and cut her throat from ear to ear. Or park on the pavement too near a curve at night when she goes into the parking lot you take off the spare tire—which will immortalize you in somebody's memory as the fellow who was mashed three feet bread and two inches thick by the impact of a heavy duty truck against the rear of his own car. Or she wandered out of the apartment where they were thrown out of an open road-ster this spring–thrown clear–but each broke a windfield post with his head in passing and the whole top of each skull, down to the eyebrows, was missing. Or snap off a nine-inch tree whose myself impaled by a raggle branch. None of all that is scare-fiction; it is just the horrible raw material of the year's statistics as seen in the ordinary course of duty by policemen and doctors, picked at random. The surprise is to be found in the similarity in the stories they tell. It's hard to find a surviving accident victim who can bear to talk. After you come to, the grazing, searing pain throughout your body is accounted for by the scars on your face and breasts smashed, both shoulder blades splintered, your right arm broken in three places and three ribs cracked, with every chance of had internal ruptures. But the pain can't distract you, the pain can't distract you from realizing that you are probably on your way out. You can't forget that, not even when they shift you from the ground to the stretcher and your broken ribs bite into your tuns and knees, but you're still sliding over to stab deep into each side of your screaming throat. When you've stopped screaming, it all comes back—you're dying and you hate yourself for it. That isn't fiction. It's what feels like to be one of that 36,000. And every time you pass on a blind curve, every time you hit it up on a slippery road, every time you step on a steep hill, every time you drive with your reactions slowed down by a drink or two, every time you follow the man about too closely, you’re gambling at the chance of blood and aneurysm death. Take a look at yourself as the man in the white jacket shakes his head over you, tells the boys with the stretcher not to bother and turns away to somebody else who isn't quite dead yet. And then take it easy. Lawrence's Bargain Theatre PATEE 10c 15c SHOW TONITE IS BANK NITE! WOW! 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