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SUNDAY, MAY 21, 1933
The editorial column of the Kansan has been watched carefully for the past month by a committee of faculty members and students for the purpose of selecting the best editors appearing in that period. Professors R. D. O'Leary, Beulah Morrison, and Allen Crafton represented the faculty, and Hilden Gibson, c33, and Alice Learned, c33, also a third student on the committee, but he was unable to attend the last conference.
The editorial award goes to "What Is an Education?" by Ira McCarthy, c33, and six more editors were given honorable mention for excellence in special lines. The prize-winning editors will appear in the Kanusan upon the suggestion of the judges. The criticisms follow them.
More of the prize-winning editorials will appear Tuesday.
WHAT IS AN EDUCATION?
A formal proposal for investigation of reports that socialism, radicalism, and communism are being taught in some of the state colleges and universities was recently presented to the council of the state senate.
Since the beginning of the most erude forms of government the powers have worried over the things their children should learn
More often than not, the decision has been that children should be taught only that which, in the opinion of the elders, was true and good. The most cursory glance at the history of the world points ott that this methodology has done more to retard progress than any other one factor.
There is no reason for beating around the bush. We certainly are informed about the subjects that give our critics, as the collegians say, the willies. We learn of these things with the same detached spirit in which we consider the chemical action in a test tube.
If education means progress, n education promotes a finer world, if education leads to new ideas for improved living conditions, then we ask in all seriousness, can consideration of any subject be barred from the classroom?
The only method of study that gets anywhere is that method which takes every fact into consideration before arriving at a decision. The world has not suffered for learning the cause of typhoid fever. It is a very nasty subject, to be sure, but it has been studied and the world has been able to rid itself of the disease to a large extent.
In the study of government we should be able to consider all forms of government that have been tried and that are being tried. If our government is perfect, this sort of study will only serve to establish that fact.
We submit that an education should be a careful consideration of all facts that have been discovered thus far in the world's existence and not a learning by rote a single set of folkways.—Ira McCarty, c'33.
This deals with a vital question, is timely, temperate, insistent on the functional business of a university to get at the truth. We do not altogether like the expression. There is not only a lack of a good understanding of comprehension of the power of language, and even a lack of correct sentence structure.
TEMPEST IN A TEACUP
In a letter appearing in the Campus Opinion column yesterday the president of the Men's Student Council took exception to an editorial in the Sunday Kansan which criticized the N. S. F. A. conference on the basis of comments made by students who attended some of the meetings.
The Kansan realizes that Mr. Denton worked hard to make this conference a success, and accords him all appreciation for his untiring labor. He was, in fact, an outstanding figure throughout the sessions because of his leadership.
It is conceivable that writers of this column failed to be present in sessions which were more wide-awake than those which were witnessed.
On the other hand, the Kansan holds firmly to the principle of its right to judge Hill events in the light of lay opinion. It praises that which it is able to determine as good, and it criticizes what it considers inefficient.
The Kansan sincerely regrets that the controversy has taken the personal tone evinced in some of the letters written to the editor. Those printed under "Campus Opinion" today were not written by a member of the Kansan staff. This editorial is the expression which may be accredited to the paper itself. It hopes that Mr. Denton will reconsider his hasty judgment in the same spirit in which this article is written. Al-Freda Brodck, c'33.
The editorial does a thing very difficult for a newspaper to do, and does it in a mature, gentlemanly manner. It is the fair statement of the paper's position.
READY FOR THE STRUGGLE
IF young people of today are the pampered and spoiled beings that so many are prone to term them, at least they have learned a lesson in their short lives and have developed a characteristic that is going to prove infinitely helpful to them as they face the problems of life.
These lean years of depression have removed all the available jobs that were so much in evidence a few years ago. The young man and young woman graduate of 1933 has a bleak outlook indeed. The schools are filled with older and more experienced teachers. The jobs in the business and professional worlds are scarce and poorly paid.
Many of the students who are being graduated this year from the University owe part or all of the cost of their education. This debt stares them in the face. The first years after being pushed into
the world to swim or sink are always the hardest even without a depression, but the added disadvantage of the economic conditions make it a far more risky venture.
Yet these courageous young people are facing the problem without a tremor and with resolution. What if there are no jobs? Some way they will get by. What if they get little or nothing for their services? Still they will be gaining valuable experience that will be helpful later. What if they do owe money? It is a debt honestly contracted and it will be paid as soon as possible.
The unfortunate business conditions do not daunt them. They are ready for the battle. They will make the best of the situation and they will be better men and women for it. After the struggle is over they will know how to face the next ordeal, and that is more than a good many experienced business men can say—Margaret Inez, c'33.
This is good because of the note of courage and determination expressed, which is needed at this time.
INTRAMURAL ATHLETICS
We know that it is easily possible to praise a particular activity or project to such an extent that it becomes tiresome. But no matter how much has been said before, we think it does not become amiss to present another orchid to
The Band will board busses at the Union bus station at 7:30 Wednesday, May 24, for the Kansas City trip that day. Report in full uniform at the bus station, 628 Massachusetts street, at 7:20 a.m. J. C. McCANLES, Director.
The University class and B.Y.P.U. will hold a combined steak fry Sunday at 10 a.m., and the University class will call Harold Wampler at 3088. Bring three nickels, Transportation furnished.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
THE WATCHING By Clarice Short
ESTES PEP MEETING:
Notices doe at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on register afternoon publication days and 11:30 a.m. s. m. Saturday for Sunday issues.
As the click of the gate, or steps in the yard.
Sunday, May 21, 1933
The men's intramural sport which is now in season here is playground ball. As many as nine games have been played in one evening on the intramural field, and more than a hundred men have participated in them in one evening. It is a wonder that more spectators do not turn out for the games. Perhaps it is because they do not realize that intramurals are as exciting as varsity athletics.—Howard Turtle, c'unel.
There will be an informal get-together on Tuesday at 4:30 at Henley house for all girls who have been to Estes Student conferences, and those who are interested in this year's conference. If you want to learn about Estes, come out.
The editorial is carefully written. It takes a view that doesn't ordinarily find expression in student publications. It is sound in its point.
With the moon; there is nothing harsh or near.
Professor James M. Yard, of Northwestern University, will speak to the Noon Lunch forum at the University cafetria tomorrow. His subject will be "The United States in an Inter-dependent World." All interested are invited.
MARY LOUISE HENNEMAN, Chairman.
The amber dusk grows pale in the east
BAPTIST YOUNG PEOPLE:
(Prize-winning poem in the William
Crawford poetry prize contest).
There are only 27.
NOON LUNCHEON FORUM:
The University has one of the most extensive programs of intramural athletics in the country. It includes basketball, playground ball, track, swimming, tennis, handball, horseshoes, turkey run, wrestling, and golf. Under the rules here, any man or woman in the University who has not made a letter in a varsity sport is eligible to compete in the intramural events. The interest shown by students in these athletics is evidenced by the fact that in the basketball tournament fifty-five teams were entered, and 440 players took part.
Sounds that the clamoring day hears least,
The colorful initiation of Sachem, senior men's honorary organization, and the re-dedication of the Rock Cairn Cairn will be held at 6 o'clock this evening, at the Rock Cairn Chalk on the hillside north of central Administration building. The public is invited. EUGENE MANNING, Chief Sachem.
The last regular meeting of the School year of Pen and Scroll will be held Tuesday, May 23. All members and pledges please attend.
FERN HARRIS, President of University Class
the program of intramural athletics which is being carried out on this campus.
LYMAN FIELD.
Seem loud in a stillness like inpent breath
MARY LOUISE HFINEMANN, Chairman.
PEN AND SCROLL:
SACHEM INITIATION:
Are hushed by the somber presence of death.
Where a humble people, with wonder-
ing eyes.
In the harvest time of the ripening corn
Took her who had loved him and
Intramural athletics bring to the school most of the desirable qualities of school-sponsored athletics, yet do not include the undesirable features of varsity sports. In intramural athletics, competitors are given the opportunity to develop their bodies, but are not compelled to concentrate on their training to the exclusion of their school work—as many varsity athletes are accused of doing. Furthermore, intramural athletics are not commercialized, as are varsity athletics. Since they are conducted with very little capital and on a non-profit basis, no subsidization of athletes has yet crept in, nor is it likely to.
WOMEN'S GLEE CLUB;
There will be a meeting tomorrow at 4:30 in Marvin hall. Every member is expected to be present. Please pass the word along to other members.
given him birth.
Does his father grieve for the dead?"
AGNES HUSBAND, Director, ALICE MAE DeFOREST, President.
Took her who had loved him, and given him birth
"It has been ten years since the quiet sea."
It has been ten years since the quiet earth
"He was still a child," they said,
Clean garmented, with a heart to keep
the night's long vigil with those who
The neighbors come through the learning gate
Perhaps they carry a child asleep. That is realised in the activities
Next that where a lamp will dimly burn,
By one who more deeply than a child Sleeps with no thought of the day's
The sun, and the grassy, weed-fiel rows.
The rhythmic feet of the plodding teams
On his spirit, and freed it of troubled dreams.
Are forgotten, for death's cool hand has
lain.
"Will his father come?" they said;
"The strange old man with the rest-
less eyes
From his little hut by the river side. While the cool white dew on the meadow lies
Does he lie the son that is dead?*
The earth turns low, but the earth is filled
With a flood of moonlight like silver rain:
The voices are hulled in the slumbrous bush
As low as the wind-song of bending
grain.
The hours move by with the passing
The hours move by with the passing moon.
The leaves of the willows cease to sway, (C)
move by with the passing moon. The leaves of the willows cease to
jeep comes to watch with the neighbor folk.
it will not be long till the dawning day. The flame in the little lamp has died. Through the moonlight white on the clean, ripe floor.
A shadow lengthens across the room.
And a rush of movement comes at
For a moment the boy is not alone—Time ends, and space fades, the living
remain for a moment enfolded there
In a time of the spirit as quickly flown
As the mists of the morning; a with-
head, head
Smooths the hair away from the white young face,
Then kneels by his son in the moonlit space.
And an old man stands head-bowed in the room.
good contact, dlinna.
The voices of morning stir in the brake
space,
And passes again unseen, unboard
The moon has set in the western sky.
That is why they have slept,
awake.
The willows bend in the quickening wind,
"He did not come!" they said.
"He did not come!" they said.
The dawn wind rustles the heavy leaves
Of the tall green corn, and the eastern sky
Is pailed with the dawn. "He no longer grieves,
He has forgotten the son that is dead."
They who have watched through the moon-lit hours
Speak low, and a woman rises and goes
To cover a child that restlessly moves;
A man hears a woman's voice that he buys.
Calling the herd from the pasture wood.
With a word to another he goes to the
Calling the herd from the pasture wood.
With a word to another he goes to the
A few remain, but the dead would know
That the work of the morning cannot wait.
"We shall return in time," they said,
"To help with the burying." Slowly
the skies
Flush with the glory of sun on cloud, Above the willows a white crane flies. They as, "Is it morning for the dead? He has spent his days in the open field,
To the Lord has his life been of little yield.
He has need of prayers," they said. But it might long from the standing corn.
The murmuring voice of the dew-wet leaves.
He saw, with the right mind, running.
Has been by the night wind upward borne
In a prayer to God for the dead.
The poems given second and third place in the contest will be printed in future issues of the Kensan.
The Fable of 1875
and 1925
By GEORGE ADE
ONCE upon a time an esteemed Old Lady who had been a reigning Belle during Grant's
back watching the Antics of a man formed and purified World, wondering what it was all about. She was like every other living Person beyond Sixity. It seemed to her that all the honored Traditions had been hit in the Head, that Civilization was being created by the working that the whole Works had, some bleeper.
One of her important Discoveries was that Young People are not what they think they are, that any one else had noticed it but she simply couldn't get over the Way in which the Jimmes and James were granted that they owned the Universes.
This honored Hold-Over had a Grand-Daughter and Namesake who was a more Slip of a Thing 19 years old, who was endoascing to establish a World's Record for Speed and grandmother would ask, "Haven't her Person Control over her?" The correct Answer to the above question was: "NO!"
It happened that One Day the Old Lady couldn't stand it any longer. Little Genevieve, the Child Wonder, had been to an all-night Party. Along about 4 G. M. she had brought a Pack of Comanches into the House and had been taken by her to the house. She came up for Air at Noon and was propped up in her theatrical Pajamas, having the whole House wait on her, while she found Fault with the eggs, the Toast, the Coffee, the Weather and all of her Relatives. For one thing the Service was not up to the Ritz at noon; she was surrounded with natives lifted so high and her Names was mis-spelled in the Paper and everything looked dark for the Princess.
Queen of the Flappers
The Old Lady sat in fixed Amaze-
ment for a while, surveying the Eighth
of September. "And I said: 'When I was a Girl and went to a Party, I always came down to Breakfast next morning and, what’s
I came down early and helped other
The Queen of the Flapfers gave her respected Grandmother the cold Once-Over and then said, "You were a Slim."
"Possibly so, from the Standpoint of a modern Snake who has become so superficial and self-centered and self-fab that she regards her Parents as parents. In my Day it was an imperfect people. People should respect their Elders."
"Mebbe you had a better Bunch to work on," said little Gcinevlee. "When they were giving out Relatives I almost drew a Blank. I've tried to put up with Mep and Pop, but you'll never get it. If you want to give of Giffes. Both of them can sleep standing up. They don't seem to be hep to what's Transpiring. I told them a Month age I wanted a Roadster just like Bernice is driving. It is one Duck and the price is only $4000. Do you think I can get those two Swizzels to keep talking about the money. Don't they know that a Cuttle can't hold the Boys any more unless she has her own Bus? And you know how these fataired Papas are. They don't like to ride in a Lizzie. You can't blame them on me. You want some stuff to cut across your climb a Tree and if those two Kloedles think they can work off a Filv on me, they've got another Guess coming."
All during this Rave the kind-faced Reble of by-gone Days stared at her dainty little Grand-Daughter and sighed Deeply.
The Coy Debutante and the Bustle.
"I am Dorothy," she said at last, "if the is loot, so leave World, such a thing as a Chaperon. I saw one last Season and she was, if you will pardon the Modernism, a Pip. She was a Grass Widowed, aged 28, painted a Creamy White, with a shingled Nob and she were about eight Ounces of clothing. As a Guardian for Young Girls I would say that she was hand-picked. In 1875, when I had Coming-out Time, girls were brought into their Parents' Young Gentleman even asked for Permission to Call until he talked with the Mother and hadashed his Credentials."
"I get you," said Genevieve. "You are now going to pull a line of Chetter about the Good Old Days of 1875, but you will never get away with it. I have studied Ancient History and I am wise to that Golden Age of Chivalry, when every popular Bachelor had the map covered by Trailing Arbutus in his mustard breeze. A Bustle which made it practically impossible for her to sit down. You are panning me because I don't want to play the Meldon and attend Lectures on the Holy Land. You think I am a Hussy because I don't want to sit in the Hammock all Day and read TeenYong's book. I don't need a Kick out of the One-Finger Exercise or the Herring-Bone Stitch. Probably I am immidest because I do not wear a lot of steel Harness. In the year 1875, which you are boosting so strong, you and the others couldn't take a Full Breath but you were Nice Girls. They couldn't take Balloons which trailed on the Ground behind you, kicking up the Dust and collecting 10,000,000 Germs every day."
"I will admit that we tried to hide the ankies," said theold Lady. "At
Least we tried to hide Something. It seems to me that people could find out in the Newspapers about you girls wearing Bloomers without you proving why they should wear them. They shed your Cornet, is that any Reason why you should be a Contortionist every time you dance? Is it absolutely necessary that you should attempt to crawl into the Gentleman's Vest Pocket or catch of cating Cold that you make it impossible for any Draft to come between you? I am a petrified Fossil, propped up on the side-Lines, and tolerated because I own a little Real Eats and I am 22 Miles behind the面孔 but I am asking just the same."
"There is no use trying to explain it to a Hasen-Bee," said little Genève, wearily. "I suppose we should all wear something with Lace at the hem of our clothing." We turned to a Corner waiting for the Gentlemen to bring us some Chicken salad, but their Days are gone forever. You can probably remember when the principal Instrument in an Orchestra was the Flute and The Blue Danube was Hot Coffee, which would serve the Lancero which I would classify as the Zero of Indoor Sports."
"Everything which happened before this year is evidently Antiquated and N. G." said Grandmother. "I will admit that the Orchestra which used to play for our Dances did not have any Steamboat Whistle or Dale Hut. But I am sure they would say Music, i mean Music, i don't mean an imitation of a dying Fig or a busy Day at the Insane Ashlee. Furthermore, any Gentleman who came to a Party all it up like a Cathedral would have been given the Gate. Nowadays all of our Best Young People would have been given three Hearty Cheers and then follow him to the Cloak Room. It's a terrible Stithnuth."
Grandma Takes the Count.
"It it sure is," agreed Genevieve. "Most of the stuff is synthetic. By the way, Granny, now that you are all wound up, why don't you bawl me out for being a Bob? Go on and talk about the Good Old Days when every Gal had a Horse's Tail hanging down and put in a compel of Soft Pillows and then wore a Rhine-Stone Comb, just to make the Whole Thing more blah. Then, after she got an 18 inch Hat, with a Kitchen Garden around the Terrace and a Velvet Bow on Top, and clamped on her Cameo Brooch and wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk you're crazy. A Woman had so much junk above her Shoulders in those days, it gave her the Neck-Ashe to carry it. Indeed, the Snappy Days of Yore! Give the Sweet Young Thing a Biggy Ride and a Bail of Pop-Corn and she'd go on, but wasn't a Gawk we
Saying which she departed, leaving Grandma on the Ropes.
MORAL: Do not repress the joyous, criminal Instincts of Youth.
Great Minds That Saw Blessing in Adversity
However much pessimists, like Schopenhauer and Hartmann, may rail at the suffering, as distinct from the suffering, as in the world, it is an incontestable evidence that suffering can fashion human life, as nothing else can be. Bacon and Shakespeare are no mean authorities where a knowledge of human nature is concerned; and we are all familiar with Shakespeare's "sweet are the uses of fire," which by means of saying "Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New." "That misery does not make all virtuous," says Doctor Johnson, "experience too clearly that it is no less certain that of what virtue thinks they produces far the greater part." They are not the words of morose fanatics, but of thoughtful men of the world. And an equally impartial modern moralist makes the striking observational fact that the men grow in life, the more work becomes their real play, and suffering their real work." J. R. Ilingworth.
Great Salt Lake
The Great Salt lake is almost devoid of life on account of the salinity of its water and its surface is almost bare. Ice ages because of its specific gravity which was low enough to have draft. The students of the Utah university have recently built a boat adapted for passage about the Great lake and in this they will make a vessel that can be used to move the water. Observations on the lake during the past summer appeared to indicate that wind causes tides, similar to ocean tides, which run across the lake in conformity with the current. This and other research work will be continued, using the student-built craft—Washington Star.
LOST?
A Kansan Want Ad will bring it back.