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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
WEDNESDAY, MAY 24, 1933
University Daily Kansan
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WEDNESDAY MAY 24,1933
THE WORLD'S FAIR ANOTHER ANGLE
Within a short while the World's Fair at Chicago will open its gates with all appropriate ceremony. Thousands will flock to the midwest metropolis on the shores of Lake Michigan and will there see on display the wonders and achievements of science and industry. From all reports, no expense has been spared that a dramatic pageant of the scientific improvement of the world may be effectively shown.
This gigantic spectacle of the world's technological advancement will be staged at a time when almost every major nation is wrestling with the task of reconstructing its economic system. From all appearances, these same scientific and industrial advancements which will be on display in Chicago have materially furthered the cause of the world's economic breakdown. Yet no sensible person would advise the wholesale scrapping of luxuries and improvements which scientific advancement has brought. Thinking people do recognize however, the necessity for intelligent and far-seeing industrial control and planning which will make for a more equitable distribution of the fruits of scientific advancement.
To the average man, industrial control and social planning are relatively intangible "somehings" which are to be associated with the contents of dry political theory books, the preachings of staid professors, or the outbursts of enthusiastic but impractical young students. This word impractical may be used to dismiss a multitude of embarrassing ideas. It is used to cover a timidity of experimental activities in governmental and social fields. Moreover, because political theories are in the fields of the intangible they cannot be displayed at fairs and shows. Perhaps the betterment of society as a whole suffers on that score.
After reading of Mr. Morgan's troubles, we are glad that we have only $3.13 in the bank.
NOT QUITE THE TRUTH
"INTO K. U. RUM PROBLEM says the Kansas City Times in reporting the conference held Monday, at which R. B. Stevens, Douglas county attorney, said that there has been more drinking among students recently than in former years.
In the first place, there is an objection to be registered in the treatment given to the story. From the phrasing of it, readers are given the impression that we are swilling in rum and kicking the lid off the beer barrel. If the county attorney believes that there has been more drinking recently than in former years, why hasn't something been done about it this year instead of looking to the beginning of next year?
On the contrary, many students believe that there has been less drinking this year than in former times. As far as we can tell there has been no serious trouble over the liquor situation this year, even with 3.2 beer only 40 miles away.
[A NEW GRADUATE PLAN]
The plan of Carleton college at Northfield, Minn., to permit seniors receiving degrees this spring to return to the college next fall for further study without paying tuition or fees should commend itself to college and university authorities throughout the country. Thousands of men and women who will finish college work this spring will be unable to find suitable employment. Even if the economic trend is definitely upward, it is extremely unlikely that revived industry and business will be able to absorb the supply of workers available within the next year.
Many graduates and society ir general would benefit if these young people might return to school and continue their studies a little longer. The Carleton plan will make such a course possible for many graduates who will be able to maintain themselves at college when the bar of tuition and other fees is removed.
Ultimately it may be desirable regularly to prolong the period of preparation for work. Whether it is advisable as a permanent policy, however, certainly in the present emergency it would be a good thing, if, instead of turning their students on the "market," colleges could induce many of them to continue their work until a year later, when, by all available signs, the prospects of employment will be brighter. If adopted widely the Carleton plan should be an immense help.
CALLED TO LEADERSHIP
To the seven members of the junior class who were elected to Sachem Sunday night, congratulations. They have been singled out from among their classmates because they were leaders, because they have shown outstanding qualities that cannot be overlooked.
In the public initiation which was conferred upon them on the hill beside the Rock Chalk Cairn, it was pointed out that even as the chosen chiefs in the old Indian rituals were given the task of leadership, so must these chosen leaders assume the responsibilities that go with their selections. They are leaders now, honor-bound to maintain their positions.
ANOTHER PASTIME LOST
Strolling, once so much the habit with the thoughtful man, has become passe. Indeed, to see a modern man walking is almost as rare as to view horses clopping along, or reflective cows standing amiably on every bare corner lot. American paths of travel are no longer leisurely; they have, even on days when life is more subdued, more remote from the clamor of machinery, a swifter air of concerted movement.
Automobile-crowded streets impress you as leading definitely to objective destinations. The occupants of the cars possess and exclude a set rigidity. You cannot, considering them casually, discern in them any of the graceful qualities of the strolling man. No matter how orate their machines may be, their outward bearing itself never portrays the easy taste, the complete disinterestedness, the calm pervasion of sensibility that idle strolling once gave to American streets on Sundays.
His face looks like a cross between an August wheatfield and a strong-man's bed of nails. With women adopting trousers, professions, and even pipes, is he trying to prove to them that here, at least, is something that they can't loiter better than he?
If you are sentimental, you regret the loss of the old dispassionate pedestrian.
Feminine hearts are receiving a drill, for here he comes, the real ie-man, that great, unshaven rute.
WHAT! NO RAZORS?
Nothing like it. He's merely studying for finals, and he doesn't have time to shave until they are over.
over.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
No 175
BAPTIST YOUNG PEOPLE:
The farewell stokry sked for scheduled last Sunday was postponed to this Sunday. Those wishing to attend call Harold Wampler at 3088.
Notice due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days
and 11:30 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday issues.
Wednesday, May 24, 1933
EL ATENEO:
EL ENERO. The annual picnic of El Atenco will take place Monday afternoon, May 29,
on the University Golf Course. We shall meet in front of 117 Administration
building at 4 o'clock. All members of the club and Spanish faculty are urged to
be present. Those who have not paid this semester's dues are requested to see
Virginia Rufi this week.
FRED JEANS, President.
FERN HARRIS, President of University Class.
The Engineering council meeting will be held this evening at 8 o'clock in room 113 Marvin hall. There will be installation of the new council.
ENGINEERING COUNCIL:
E. B. YOUNGSTROM, Secretary.
FRATERNITY AND SORORITY PRESIDENTS;
There will be a meeting of all fraternity and sorority presidents in room 103 east Administration building at 4 clock Thursday, May 25. This will be the last meeting of the year and it is necessary that every organization be represented.
BILL AVERY.
K. U. RADIO CLUB:
There will be a meeting of the K. U. Radio club Thursday evening at 7:30 in room 210 Blake hall. Bradner Brown will speak on "Short Wave Superhetrodoses." All those interested are cordially invited.
MACDOWELL
MacDowell will meet at 8 o'clock Thursday evening, May 25, in the rest room in central Administration building, to attend the recital of William Howie. After the recital there will be a short business and farewell meeting. Refreshments will be served.
HOWARD JOHNSON, President.
DANA PRATT, President.
MEN'S GLEE CLUB:
There will be a very important meeting Thursday afternoon, May 25, at 4:30 o'clock, in Professor Pileher's studio. Election of officers will be held at this time.
HAROLD WALKER, President.
MIL. AURRELL ARTIST
Due to the farewell varsity Saturday night there will be no mid-week varsity tonight.
OZWIN RUTLEGE, Manager.
MID-WEEK VARSITY:
Third prize poem in the Carruth poetry contest
NEED
A cabinet meeting will be held in the Y.M.C.A. office tomorrow afternoon
solving promptly at 4:30 o'clock.
CLAYTON M. CROSIER.
Y. M. C. A. CABINET:
by Carol Widen
She has a need to dwell with beauty If but for an hour.
Savant sets age of earth at 2,000 million years. Seems like that ought to make it old enough to know better.—Oregon Emerald.
A noted scientist says that the human brain is an electric dynamo. A lot of 'em seem to be suffering from short circuits.—McPheasant Republican.
But it no longer exists.
Let her drain, alone, the sweetness
From some roadside flower;
Let her feel a clean wind sweeping
Through her cobwebbed heart;
And the strength that tall trees,
Up to God, impart;
Let her find a restfulness in
Quiet falling rains;
Let her lift her eyes to mountains
From these endless plains.
She has a need to dwell with beauty For her flame burns low,
And flames that are too long held smothered
Finally cease to glow.
Our Contemporaries
TO BE OR NOT TO BE?
With commencement rapidly drawing near it is interesting to note the comments which are drifting about in regard to this year's graduating class. The majority of people seem to feel extremely sorry for the class of 33. From all sides are heard remarks similar to the following: "I'd certainly hate to be graduation from college right now. Universities all over the country are about to dump another cargo of helpless college students upon the world to swell the already over-crowded broad lines. They haven't a chance of getting a job." Is such a pessimistic outlook justified? It is true that conditions everywhere might be much more satisfactory than they are, but after all success or failure depends largely upon the student himself, no matter what existing conditions may be. Except in a few rare cases, very much the exception rather than the rule, graduates have always had to rely upon themselves in regard to finding their niche in the world of business. They came to college, primarily, for the purpose of fitting themselves for just such a contingency. If the have been at all sincerely—and the majority have—the latter is supriced for that "pre-present" battle with life) which the favorite theme of so many graduation addresses. Success is not generally attained through the smile of Lady Luck, and the man who is persistent usually arrives in spite of circumstances over which he has no control, often the better for his experiences.
We are told that too much optimism is a dangerous thing. Granted, but what about to much pessimism? It would seem, then, that a sensible medium is highly desirable. If a student can face the odds that are undeniably against him with enough confidence and hope to insure perseverance, he may be that much better off as a result of the fact that he is aware of that with which he has to contend. The fact that "To be or not to be" is largely a matter of individuality, cannot be denied—New Mexico Lobo.
For One
By DOLLY DUNN
$\textcircled{2}$. 1933, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
MINI Service.
ANNE SAUNDERS lived alone. And since incomes had been going down, Anne lived very simply. For she lived on the money her father, dead for a good many years, had left her.
If Anne had been fifteen years younger she might have made a place for herself in the business world. But she had not been specially trained for anything. And for years after her father's death, she looked after an allying and peevish mother. Their breast from all responsibility, she just settled down to a quiet life by herself with no thought of a career.
"I'd like a big family, always making demands on me," she said one Saturday to Sam Prentiss, who came twice a week to sell eggs in the town. "And you know, Sam, every Saturday I cook enough to feed a big family. I always sort of hope unexpected customers bring strawberry shortcake and cookies and nut bread and a jellied meat loaf, besides fried chicken for tomorrow."
At twelve o'clock on Sunday Anne was sitting on her front porch reading the morning paper. From down the road came the purr of a motor. Anne looked incuriously up to see a car drawing up in front of her place.
"What do you do with the food if nobody comes?" asked Sam curiously. He was about Anne's age, a quiet, unobtrusive man.
"Why-I give it to a couple of families that are always able to make use of it. They sort of depend on you, but they haven't been disappointed yet, though I have."
From the driver's seat Sam Prientis alighted. From the other seats an assortment of youngsters of ages rung out. There were six all told.
An anxious frown lured Sami's farewell as he made his way with difficulty ahead of the youngsters to Ami's side. "Amee," he said, "I don't know what you said about liking to have people come for—well, you know—"
Anne quickly took in the significance of the boys and girls crowding up behind Sam. "Why, of course," she said, looking down at her watch with mettall I will be ready in a jiffy."
cake?" asked one of the ten-year-olds.
"Yes, and Uncle Sam said something about cookies, Miss Saunders, and I just dote on cookies," said a girl a trifle older. "And if we girls can help, we'd like to."
"And will there be strawberry shortcake?" asked one of the ten-year-olds.
"Well, you youngsters just sit here on the porch and—would you like a plate of cookies?" A howl of delight answered the question, and the youngsters spread out over rows, stealing cups while Sam followed Anne indoors.
"No, I'm going to help," said Sam
nassertively. "That's the least I can do."
seeing you working around here yesterday when I was here—" He stoned and blushed.
"I mentioned the shortcake, Anne—but of course we don't expect all those things." Sam looked a little embarrassed. "You see what happened was this: I live alone since mother died a few months ago, and today I was sort of tired and was just going to have eggs and milk and bread and butter. And then this morning my sister and me went shopping and her husband shipped by with their children—they'd decided suddenly to go off for the day together if they could leave the children with me. And I thought of what you said about a big family, and that maybe you meant it—and I kept smelling those cookies
After dinner the youngsters found plenty to do outdoors to make the afternoon pass quickly. And Sam and Anne, at four, were astounded to find themselves still working over the last of the dishes.
“Aren't you dead?” questioned Anne. “Well I’m tired. But you’re such a good helper—such a good man about house. I mean—that’s too good fun.”
"I guess you're right, Anne. I mean,
you wouldn't be really happy unless
you had a crowd to do for."
"No!" Anne stopped, looking out of the window seriously. "I've changed my wardrobe, my youngsters, so many of them, the me I've decided that what I missed with out knowing it was not a lot of people—but I wouldn't mind it," she last for—well for one person."
"Anne—" Sam took her hands in his,
"Anne, you couldn't be happy married
to me could von? With just me?"
Anne looked softly at Sam. "Would the—the nieces and nephews come often?"
Sam looked troubled. "I'm afraid not, Anne. They only get over this way every three or four months. But men we could borrow one or two at 11am."
"Oh, no," said Anna. "I mean I—mean they tie me hst." I rather keep house hire for one—if that one is "von"
Pioneers in Movement for Total Abstinence
the year 1932 marked the centenary of the seven men of Preston (Lancashire). These men were pioneers of the modern total abstinence movement. Joseph Livesey drew the first sketch of what was to come in September, 1832, and its terms, and those who signed their names to it, are as follows: "We agree to abstain from all liquors of an intoxicating quality, whether ale, porter, wine, or ardent spirits, except as medicines; Mr. Bembridge, John Smith, John Livesey, David Anderson, John King." These are the historic Seven Men of Preston. To Preston also belongs the origin of the word "teototal." At one of Livesey's meetings an intemperate, insensitive, and disgusting man, and before the meeting ended had signed the new pledge. He became an evangelist and a popular advocate of the cause. Speaking at a meeting in the celebrated Preston "cockpit," he coined a new word to suit his purpose. The phrase later came to be tentacular for ever." The phrase immediately caught on, and the name for the new movement was born.
Florida Sponge Fields Controlled by Greeks
The Greeks discovered Tarpon Springs, Fla., prior to the discovery of St. Petersburg, a neighboring city. They also discovered that the Key West spongers were harvested from the sponges with pruning from the bow. Thereupon, they tried in with modern diving equipment and sea-going vessels, and made a cleaning in the sponge industry. Not only were they able to operate in the old beds more successfully than yond the deepest booby they could field filled with an unlimited supply and superior quality of sponge.
sponges. sponges are now harvested by Greeks, cleaned of all animal matter before they reach shore by other Greeks, and sold by still others. After cleaning them, they strung onto a sturgeon six feet long. The string is called a "bunch" and the day's catch is tailed in number of "banches." Before they are of services for carving a defect from a backboard mopping the rough cod sea be clipped.
The sponges too large for commercial use are cut into pieces and called "cuts", while those used in original form are called forms.
Leap Year Devised to Overtake Father Time
Every leap year laymen and scientists alike have the opportunity of watching the efforts of the calendar to catch up with Father Time. Once in four years our anarchist grandfather takes a day to make up the six hours lost each year. This it does partially by adding a day on what we know as leap year. Still the calendar does not quite catch up in the race. There is plenty of leap years left unaccounted for each year. Where there exists centurial leap years, where another day is added. These leap years, now almost forgotten, are those centuries exactly divisible by 100. In 1700, 1800 and 1900 are common years, but 2000 is a leap year. This plan matches the solar year within 20 seconds.
Old Habit Justified
That old habit of a woman looking under the bed for a male intruder has produced results. When a woman returned to her rooms in Los Angeles and switched on her bedroom light she started to look under the bed. She saw a man's shoes and heard a muffled cough. Frightened but with presence of mind, she ran to another room and telephoned for police. Two policemen come and dragged the intruder from his hiding place.
Words Made by the Movies
A Little Thing Like Clothes
B JESSIE DOUGLAS
A recent volume which takes the nature of a guide book to the movie studios and movie processes, contains an appendix devoted to words which were born in the studios and there are several hundred of them that are exactly elegant, but they are expressive *and have found their way into somewhat general use.
©, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
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"THAT," said Tom Winship, knocking the ash from his cigarette, ifie the prentest girl in this town."
They both looked after the retreating figure of Daisy Miller, dressed so neatly in her blue serge with a black shirt, that her skin cover, not indemn, the red-brown hair.
"If you give me a month I could have that girl so dead in love with me that any one could see it." Arthur Baldwin added.
"I don't see why he should want to see me," she thought, "I can't understand—and yet she was fattered and she felt a new glow in the dullness of the gray days and an escape from monotony.
Daisy Miller's heart beats very fast as she washed the dinner dishes. She had really not seen anything of Arthur Baldwin since they were in high school together; she had thought less of him, and yet tonight he had telephoned her to ask permission to come over to see her.
Again she felt that strange new excitement when the bell wheeled and she opened the door to Arthur Baskett's room in the ball retaining her hand.
In her own room she surveyed her wardrobe critically. The gray challis was beyond redemption and her best crepe needed a patch under the arm; the only thing left was what she had done, all her mess and never been anything but useful.
"I am glad to see you, Daisy!" he said, scrutinizing her white face.
"How're you getting on with your law?" Mr. Miller inquired.
There was an awkward silence for a moment after he had seated himself in the comfortable living room in the big chair across from Mr. Miller.
When at last he said good night he admitted it was one of the dullest evenings he had ever spent and quite unsuccessful except for his last remark
Arthur Baldwin found himself in the clutches of that inveterate old taker, and he listened to drowsy reminiscences of the 80's, while he indicted in his chair.
"You certainly have wonderful hair, Dalys," he said as he took her hand in the hall as he left.
in the end as he went.
He smirked to himself as he remembered the slow, almost painful rush that touched her checks.
"I'm old enough to know better."
Daisy thought the next morning as she scanned the paper; but a new infection in the air had caught her and she explained to her father briefly that she was going to the city.
It must have been the hair that did it, but Daisy was unable to resist a hat that looked altogether alluring in one of the smartest shoes on Fifth Avenue.
But the hat made her suit look even older than ever; and Daisy plunged. She gasped when she saw herself in the new suit with its long, slim lines of gold, golden brown color; with bewitching hat. But how she bows her shoes looked.
As a very last touch she bought herself a new pair.
"I'll take me years to save it all again." Daisy thought shame-facedly. "All the money that I put by for a rainy day!"
She settled herself down by the window in the train, feeling in her new clothes that she was too noticeable. She prayed that she would meet no one she knew. She moved over to a very margin of her seat as a big man entered her room. He knocked at her casually and then cranked "Why, it不叫 Jelly Miller!"
"I used to be Bill when we were in school together," he laughed.
Daisy looked up at him; perhaps it was the new hat, perhaps it was the consciousness of that smart suit, yet there was a charm about that shy, bird-like glance that touched William Armstrong.
"Just come back to civilization," he explained. "I'm going to surprise my people. It's a long run from Arizona to New York!"
"How wonderful!" Daisy exclaimed softly. "We always thought that was about the most interesting place to be on a beach, where none accountable reason she blushed.
"Not for your kind!" Armstrong said grudly.
He touched tentatively the rich fur on her coat.
on her coat
"Oh, this!" sald Daisy with disdain.
"As if clothes matter!"
"When a girl's as pretty as you are, Dalga, I guess you're right!" he said heartily.
"I'd like to drop in and talk with you about God's country" he said as he wrangle her hand in farrow.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Baldwin, but I have another engagement tonight!"
"Congratulations!" Tom Winslip cried, holding out his hand to his betting partner. "When it comes to a lady-killer, Art. I must admit you never fail." He pointed a jeering finger notice printed in the evening window.
paper.
"The engagement of Miss Daisy Miller to Mr. William Armstrong of Tues-
ron, Artz, was announced . . ."
LOST?
A Kansan Want Ad will bring it back.