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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
FRIDAY, MAY 19, 1933
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FINAL REFORM
Many of the student council recommendations designed to prevent cheating will be put into effect in the coming final examinations. Members of the faculty have recognized their praiseworthy aims and will take every possible means to co-operate. Examinations will be administered under the conditions prescribed by the councils as nearly as possible.
A few of the provisions cannot, of course, be put into effect until next year. Term papers cannot be assigned early in the term unless professors have already done so. It is too late to do much about them now. So it is with the distribution of class work. It cannot well be spread out over the term when the term is practically over.
The students next year, however, will have the full benefit of the procedure. They will not be over-burdened by last-minute work, and they will be at least partially protected from cribbing neighbors. The efforts of the student councils can be fairly evaluated only after next semester. There will not be time this year for the recommendations to be put in full practice, but they are to be given a trial.
DOWN BY THE RIVER
A young man's fancy may turn to love in the springtime, but it must take a back seat during this pre-final siege. Perhaps it is just as well.
"Down by the river"—how often that expression is used to express contempt or scorn. People who dwell near the water are below us in class, in culture, in education, in everything of which we can think, or at least so we would like to go on telling ourselves as we have done through the years.
Buildings and homes situated on the riverfront don't necessarily have to be of the ramshackle, tumbledown type, as is evidenced by the view from the Lawrence Paper company. Running back from the river are several short streets, shady and bordered by clean, attractive homes. Flowers and trees are to be found in abundance on these quaint streets. The homes are a bit old-fashioned, for they were built when Lawrence was a growing town, spreading back from the river which formed the foundation of its placement.
The business houses that flank the waterfront are either clean, modern, up-to-date establishments or the picturesque, older type of another day. Even the latter are not the dirty, junky sort so popularly depicted in fiction.
Perhaps many of the ideas that we hold concerning places, people, and things, are like the idea of the waterfront — occasionally true and once based on fact, but now obsolete and more a mental creation than a reality. A thorough invoice of the prejudices we hold, the dislikes by which we are governed, and the contempts which we feel might reveal a number of things lurking in our minds which could be profitably discarded and replaced by thinking in step with the times.
THE GROWING MOUNTAIN
An editorial in a prominent western Kansas newspaper referred last week to the "growing mountain of laws being passed by our legislature which will soon shut from view the light of common day." The writer of the piece gave as an illustration of his point the fact that approximately one thousand bills were introduced in the last session of the state legislature.
He failed to mention that only about one-fourth of the bills introduced were actually passed. One half of those passed were not new laws at all, but improvements on the old laws. Our mountain of laws can not grow if one is removed every time one is added. One fourth of the laws passed were appropriations which are not laws in the real meaning of the word. Many of the remaining fourth are laws governing corporations or local situations which we need never know anything about. In the end we have only a few new laws to learn, and the mountain of laws appears the same size as it did before the legislature met.
Approximately 3,000 persons between the ages of 16 and 22 residing right now in the vicinity of Lawrence will be sort of pretty dog-gone glad when the calendar volunteers the information that it is June 8, and final examinations are over.
OUT INTO THE OPEN
Professors are having hard sledding these days. Students just won't pay attention to their palvering. Attention is elsewhere. Gazes wander out of the window, concentration is an obsolete brain function, day dreaming is the popular occupation. It all creates a terrific handicap for Hill teaching staffs; a needless problem, it must be added, for the solution lies with the professors.
Why don't the harassed teachers break away from the old tradition of conducting classes in class rooms, and take their broods and their information out on the campus and there set up their fountes of knowledge? If the interest of the students is centered on some place outside the class room, isn't it logical that the classes should be taken to that place?
Far from disrupting class room discipline, conducting the classes out on the verdant green would better it. Students have a hard time paying attention inside, and if given the opportunity of meeting outside, would work all the harder for the privilege.
CIVILIZED AMERICA
America the civilized! America the land of law abiding citizens, where right, not might, rules. But only yesterday an innocent child and a toterting old woman were struck and killed by hit and run drivers in Kansas City. And the day before a young husband strangled and beat his bride so severely that she died as a result. And the youthful husband, he is being kept in hiding because of the fear of mob violence.
In Alabama several Negro boys are condemned to death on the testimony of a girl of extremely disreputable character and in the face of convincing evidence for their acquittal.
Kidnapping gangs are at work, practicing their art on young and old to the tune of millions of dollars.
E x t o r t i o n, murder, robbery,
vice rackets, all take their toll
from our peaceful valleys and our
prosperous hamlets. And yet
America is civilized!
"War Shakes Cuba"—We wonder if there is anything left to shake in Cuba after the recent rumba craze.
VAGABONDING
Some students come to the University with their plans for the future well in mind. They have decided upon their life work, and are able to concentrate their learning activities toward this end. They do not have much
The University class and B.Y.P.U. will hold a combined steak fry Sunday at 4 o'clock. All wishing to attend please call Harold Wampler at 3088. Bring three nickels. Transportation furnished.
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No.172
All organizations expecting to have dates in the K-Book calendar for next year must send these to the Y.M.C.A. office, room 10 Memorial Union building, in care of the editor, by Thursday, May 25, at 3:30 p.m. Please co-operate.
Of the two concerned in the contract, the seller is the more contemptible. He is hardly liable to punishment. He, a good student, defies and lessens the value of his own acknowledged work as well as that of the average student who honestly does his best. He, like Esau, sells his birthright for a mere mittance. There is no pride in him.—Oklahoma Daily.
K-BOOK:
MARGARET MELLOTT, Editor.
Cheaters of this type are perhaps to be despised because they run little risk of discovery in comparison with the ability of copying during examinations.
NOON LUNCHEON FORUM:
The colorful initiation of Sachem, senior men's honorary organization, and the re-dedication of the Rock Chalk Cairn, will be at 6 o'clock Sunday evening, May 21, at the Rock Chalk Cairn, on the hillside north of central Administration building. The public is invited. EUGENE MANNING, Chief Sachem.
Professor James M. Yard, of Northwestern University, will speak to the Noon Luncheon Forum at the University cafeteria on Monday, May 22. His subject will be "The United States in an Inter-dependent World." All interested are invited.
MARY LOUISE HIENEMANN, Chairman.
SACHEM INITIATION;
EVALUATING THE CHEAT
UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO ALUMNI:
Our Contemporaries
trouble in picking out courses, and are perfectly well served by the present plan of education. Set against this class is another group, the members of which haven't the slightest idea what vocation they wish to pursue, and therefore don't know what work to take in college in preparation. They waste two or three years of their college life aimlessly shifting from one course to another, vainly trying to orient themselves.
"Time and tide wait for no man." Every man who has waited for a woman to powder her nose wishes he could be as independent in such cases.
For such a group, the plan known as vagabonding at Syracuse University is a most worthwhile aid. Students at Syracuse are given the privilege of attending certain representative classes in every department in the university. They get an opportunity to find out the subject matter, the possibilities of the course, and its adaptability for them. By this judicious sampling process, they get a taste of the varying courses of study in the university and have a knowledge that is of immense benefit to them in picking out a life work and shaping their courses so as best to prepare for it.
Such a plan could be worked out here. Certainly there is a need for it, and certainly it would be of immeasurable benefit to those who have not yet made up their minds about their major. Aside from the value such students would receive from the arrangement, benefit would accrue also to others. Those students who confine their attention too closely to one department, with the resultant loss of a well-rounded experience, would be helped. They could take advantage of the vagabonding plan, and the broadening effect of the wider scope of their contacts would be extremely beneficial. It would result in a broader vision on a wider horizon; in other words, education in the true sense of the word.
Any graduate of the University of Chicago planning to attend, or interested in attending, the Third Annual Alumni conference, to be held in Chicago June 9 to 10, please communicate with me. DOMENICO GAGLIARDO.
This is the time of the semester when we find evidences of that subtle and most despicable form of student cheating—the selling and buying of required class work and term papers. Students who are doing well in a subject sell, advise, supply work, which pruner or lazy students hand in under his own name.
Fable of Tetley's Treatise on Women
By GEORGE ADE
$\textcircled{6}$. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
HOSE of you who were so For堤台 as to attend the Literary Exercises in connection with the
**Graduation**
from Bingham College, no doubt will recall Bingham College Oration delivered by Herman Tetley. It was the only Speech made by any Graduate and Herm was selected for this Signal Honor because he resembled William Jennings Bryan when the Litter was the Boy Orator of the Plate, instead of the Fully Matured Real Estate Booster of Florida, William Inshling Buckle and his met the Collar. You could tell by looking at this Lady Bud-Buck that he had been incarnated for the Special Purpose of making Speeches.
It was a very hot Day and a great many sons of Old Bingham, wearing Fuseli Decorations of Ivy and Alfalfa. They traveled to the Island, Ill., and Chillicothe, Ohio. In spite of the tropical Humidity, the Orator of the Day was fully clad in the Habiliments which must be adopted when who hopes to put over an Oration.
He were a long-tailed, pul-bearing Suit of Winter Clothes and had a little white Hickey inside the Weskitt, which nothing could be more marmalade. Also he was shod with Patent Leathers of dazzling Radiance.
The Volested Enactment has made Claret Cup an Equivalent of Arson, but the Bird who wears Patent Leather Shoes in the morning goes scot yet. Yet there are those who praise of Justice.
No doubt the Reader will be interested to learn what Herman Teley talked about. Well, he talked about how the reader has been told in the main Phases of Feminism." Read it again and read it slowly and you will perceive that the Hero who started across the Atlantic Ocean in 1932, Peter Toler when compared with Herman.
Not only did he sum up, briefly, the whole Significance of Woman's recent Itch to hold Office, invade the Professions and put Nin back into the professions. He proved that it was all contrary to the Basic Laws of Nature. When he allowed that there were certain fundamental and biological Differences between He and any other Gentleman, he tucked any rugged Task, he thought he had stumbled upon a new and glittering Truth. He even went so far as to advance the novel Theory that Woman's True Sphere is within the
He did not know that Adam said exactly the same Thing two days after He lost the Rib, and kept on telling him what to do. Poorly, Adam continued to refer to Himself as the Head of the Household even after he was taking Orders. The Records are not complete, but undoubtedly he used to say to me, "I don't know," or I say yes, but I don't like to have any Argument with your Mn."
Not long after Commencement Day we find Herman back in Sycamore, where his Dad owned the principal Bank. For a great many years the Male Parent of the Class Orator had been engaged in helping Farmers who were not working and were collected no more than the Legal Rate of Interest, Tetley, Sr., had quite a Sense of Humor, for he often said that the Lord had prospered him. He had a rating which gave the Son a local Importance not be held by putting the Hand Inside the Coat and taking a lot of Websterian Observations.
Herman had read in a Folder the Travel has a Broadening influence, so he talked the Guvnor into letting him go to Europe before he settled down and used his Algebra in running the Bank.
Herman started for the Old World, accompanied by the vast Store of knowledge which he had acquired at Bingham. He was still strong in the martial arts, and he knew anything more intricate than knitting a Swater for some Male Relative. He liked the Type of Girl who admired him, whose attitude toward inflection was more Forbearance and Datience, tinctured with mild Amusement, but Old Tet, "222," didn't believe that any Flapper had known for three or four years.
Baby-Face Kids Him Along.
On the Train he met an Actress who had washed up and walked out, leaving Hollywood flat, because the Directors were not Genteel. She had lost her Purse and borrowed $40 from the Hotel, and was sent to York Address but up to the time of his Sailing the Letter had not arrived, probably because the Postal Service is so unreliable in a crowded City. So many Letters are being sent to so many different People, it is small order that some of them are mislud.
On the Liner it happened that his Deck Chair adjoined one on which reclined a Young Thing with Roly-Poly eyes and Lips of supernatural redness. He was taught to bear all of the Psychology he had mastered during his Senior Year. About the only Thing to be said in her Favor was that she was a Good Girl who was taught to go ahead as young Aristocrat from Sycamore to go ahead and blate about himself for Hours at a Time and when she learned that he had been Manager of the Army, he got all worked up and said he must have got many a Thrill out of the Job.
She asked him where he had his Hair Cut, and if that was a Real Pearl in his Stick Pin, and did they have Movies in Sycamore and had he ever thought of going on the Stage and if so, Why? It didn't take Herm long to size her up as Cute but Shallow—Beautiful but Dumb. He never read of the Letters she wrote been made in Media, about which he was calling about the goofie she had been intelligent. It is very difficult for an Intellectual Giant to realize that he is being joshed by some Baby-Face whose Brain seems to be absolutely at Rest.
In every Large City on the Other Side the educated Greenlee went into Shops and permitted hypnotic Sales-Giids to lead him up with Junk he didn't need and didn't want. And yet, it seemed to him, all of the time, that they were a lot of deferring Monitors who wanted to learn his Royal Pleasure.
Becoming a Trained Seal.
He came back Home with a hired Letter of Credit but the Complex of Superiority was working overtime. He still suspected that the Creator had put aside all other Engagements and devoted a Week to working out the Plans and Specifications for Herman Weykoff Tetting Bingham, "22. It is ceramic. It's not plastic." That way it helps one to get through many a Rainy Afternoon—you know, just get in front of a Mirror and wallin in your own Personality.
It was about Christmas Time, 1923, that the handsome Young Gentleman with the best Speaking Voice ever heard at his Alma Mater, first met the Grass Widow known as Geraldine. When Herman Wigel was at the court, he played Hades and the carefully-blended Complexion and the Third Act Costume, he should have crossed his Fingers and run Two Miles in the Opposite Direction, but he was rather Intrigued, if the Reader will permit us to get acquainted with Geraldine might prove to be an Interesting Study. She turned out to be Nothing Else But.
The Mirror of Nature
Never having attended Bingham College she had to rely on some Practical Knowledge she had picked up on the Side. She sized up the cocky Valdelectorian and spared him as if he had been a Fish. She took the proud Patrician and made him a Trained Seal.
Long after, when the Lawyer showed him the Letters which had been purchased for $10,000 and asked him where he got such words as "Babyola," "Snoopkins," and "Honey-Bunch," he said he sent her the notes to keep her from dying of a Broken Heart or committing Suicide, as per Threat.
It required the Services of all the high-priced Attorneys in Sycamore to side-track the Breach of Promise Suit. The Fact that the expensive Detections daze almost to send her to the Chair, did not alter the Fact that an old respected Family, such as the Tettles, dating away back to the Time of the Spanish-American War, could be involved in an unsavory Scandal,
The local Bank received a Crimp from which it will not recover for many a Moon. Geraldine started for them the job of keeping the Hermen kept under Cover for Weeks. Most of the time he was in his Room, reading, over and over again, his Masterpiece entitled, "Certain Phases of Love," as the Hermen put forth about Woman being the Weaker Vessel and condemned by the immitable Laws of Creation to remain such, he would tear out another one, and carefully deposit it on the Table.
MORAL: An Oration will do no Harm unless prepared and delivered.
A Confession
One of those crews of magazine salesmen took the town by storm yesterday but apparently had little luck. One of the irads confessed he really wasn't working his way through college but did say he wished he had not quit school when he was in the eighth grade. —Liberal News.
By COSMO HAMILTON
©, by McGlure Newpaper Syndicate
WNU Service
THE instinct of self-preservation made the man draw back. The taxi-cab, unconscious of his escape, cut experimentally through the thick yellow fog. He laughed as he felt his way to the embankment above the sullen hill, where he found himself on the part of one who was on his way to commit suicide was comic in its irony, it seemed to him. He faced the city over whose hard pavements he had trod hungruly and shubbily in search of bread, and waved his hat. He put his hands on the stonework so that he might venture into peace and safety. He took a black neck of them pressed against something that was warm and soft.
"What is it? What do you want?"
"where was fright intended in your voice?"
"How does it work?"
He could see the blurred outline of a well-dressed woman who was about to make a spring. "Oh, don't do that," he said.
There was no anger in the voice this time. Only weariness and appeal. "Oh, go do away. I'm not interfering with you."
"But I haven't got your pluck."
"Pluck? I need more pluck to go on living than to end my life tonight."
"Oh, then you . . . That's funny."
she said. "Odd that we should have chosen the same spot at the same moment, don't you think? I made up my mind to do this thing half an hour ago."
"Well, as a matter of fact, you are. It's difficult to work oneself to the necessary pitch agin and I've been lookin' this place every night for weeks."
"Oh, I see," he said. "But then I'm fond of life and if some beneficent person gave me a helping hand—"
The woman moved closer and peered into his face. "Come with me," she said, seduced by a new idea. "We may be able to shed a little mutual philosophy on the question of Life and Death. I live close to this place."
And this they did, arm in arm. His hungry eyes had often rested on what had appeared to be an inhospitable door.
"Follow me," she said, and opened another door.
He drew up short with a cry. It was yaerse since he had stood in a place so warm and compassionable. "And you send it to the river," he said reproductively.
"I'm thirty-six," she answered, "and I all am alone in this place. I came from the country at twenty where all men were poor and I was filled with romance and idealism. Every day since they I've worked in the British museum. Ive kept myself from hunger by poring over old volumes for the benefit of other people. They've been so busy that a monotonous coma to find that my business enabled me to take these rooms and that my income was large enough to permit我 to employ an assistant so that I could find an hour in the living room which I could stand in the sum—"
"You went into the nearest church and thanked God on your knees."
"That's where you're wrong," she said. "My sense of joy has been deadened by my work."
He watched her for several minutes with intense eagerness. Here was an unhappy woman, despoiled of joy by work, for whom he might be able to carry on as long as he grepped his way back to the bridge and wrote failure against his name.
He said, "I was born without ambition, unpractical from the start, and when the money which I had inherited was all spent and no one would give me a job I left the streets of the city with nothing but a song. I carried all my possessions on my back. I rode along the river to-path and pulled people's boats along. So long as summer lasted I broke my bread to the orchestra of birds and was lulled to sleep under haystacks by the quiet song of the stars. The beauty of sky and trees, the intimate friendship between women and women made rain less湿 and hunger less intense. In winter I returned to the city, sold papers and slept in doorways—yours among others. Now this life has shown its effect on me—one of my lungs has gone. There is only suicide for I cannot wait for death. Nor do I want to be a carousel of ameless hole in the ground. I would gladly go on living, for the world is beautiful and one can always bend a hand."
He stopped and got up slowly.
"I go alone," he said, holding out his hand.
“Go into the country when the summer comes. The stars will send you messages and all young growing things will hold up the mirror of nature and show you what I thank you and cookup.” He smiled as he bid his new friend farewell.
"No," she said. "We will only say goodnight."
There was a trouble on his lips,
"I can afford an assistant," she said.
"Take your place in my office. I engage you from tonight. It was God who placed your hand on mine and in the dark. Help me to lift the foot."
He howed but couldn't speak. And when he was alone he stood up with his hand on his chest, a crown of swan feathers he had dreamt. The unsatisfied river moved on to the sea.
LOST?
A Kansan Want Ad will bring it back.