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WEDNESDAY, MAY 17, 1933
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 17, 1933
MASS PRODUCTION
Mass production in industry, which a few years ago was thought to be successful, has back-fired on its doting godfather. Economists have discovered that the worker must receive a certain amount of pay that is in direct proportion to the rate of his production. This is necessary so that he may buy the products of his labor. With the use of labor-saving machinery the unit of production per man has been stepped up, but his wages have not been raised in proportion.
Results: An increasing number of bankrupties, thousands of closed banks, forced sales and foreclosures of farms, millions of unemployed depending upon charity for their support, and lastly an unbalanced budget.
The college graduate is another product of the great American factory. To receive a degree a student must pay a certain prescribed number of fees, take a schedule of classes that has been all arranged, and expose himself a certain number of times a week to the rays of learning.
Originality is not stressed in the manufacture of college graduates; rather each one is to vary as little as possible from the person sitting next to him on the hard pine seat in the stadium on the night of graduation. The problem facing the educators is not in what to educate the students, but how to educate more of them on the same amount of cash outlay; in other words, mass production.
Result: thousands of disillusioned young people who think they have an education because they hold an A.B., cheapening of the wages of the occupations of the college-trained worker, no employment for the present graduates, and loss of faith in college graduates by probable employers.
That, we may say, is the great result of our present industrial system be it business or education.
We don't want to seem unusually finicky, but we do wish there were some way to equalize the temperature of the water in campus fountains. During the winter time, the water was too hot to drink, and now, with the addition of ice, it is too cold for satisfactory imbibing.
There is evidently a growing tendency in the theater world to produce an increasing number of pictures to shock and dismay, to sicken and disgust. The modern plot is centered around underworld characters, disreputable women, illegitimate children, and dissipated men. Situations are introduced to appeal to the lower instincts of animal nature and are repulsive to civilized people. We come away far from feeling stimulated, in reality, just a little soiled.
IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
The newspapers are helping these morbid movies to attract attention by giving them space in criticisms, and in pictures, and by accepting vulgar advertisements. Newspapers who have won editorial awards for community service so betray their trust as to carry lurid advertisements and
seductive pictures to arouse interest in a movie of commercialized vice.
Oh, they are clever, these movie producers and their publicity men. They conceive the idea of barring children from admittance. Immediately the spark catches fire—if it is too nasty for children, it must be something very horrible. And so they flock to see the great revealing—these half-awakened adolescents and their more mature but less intelligent fellows. Can we dare hope that the intellectual and moral stimulus which we receive from a college education will act as our insurance against the wiles of these degrading productions.
THE JAYHAWK JUNIORS
Cheerleaders all of their own and a specially reserved section in the stadium! Don't we wish we were kids again and could join the Jayhawk Junior Club that Dr. Allen is organizing for the boys and girls in the Lawrence high and grade schools next year?
College football games furnish the thrill of a lifetime to youngsters, and in previous years there have been few who have been able to afford the regular admission price. Others than the impecunious have not attended because they wanted to spend the money on their own school activities and wait until they were collegians themselves to enter into the fun. Now that they will be given recognition as a group, there will be few who will not save their dimes and nickels in order to sit in that specially reserved section.
After practically freezing to death yesterday, the writer of the Kansan editorial on Spring humbly begs everyone's forgiveness.
MISPLACED CONCERN
The hue and cry that was raised a few years ago against the youth of the day has gradually decreased in intensity until now it would seem that, with a few exceptional spasmodic eruptions on the part of our worthy reform societies, the agitation has been discontinued at least for this generation. These reformists, the few remaining stamina defenders of "social welfare," are still in the battle.
If the youth of today were responsible for the conditions that exist, then it could well be said that they were "going to the dogs." But youth is not to be blamed for what exists now. Rather, youth should be commended on the fight it is waging against the inconsistencies of this day.
Youth is revolving against conditions that allow public enemies to be dealt with through our income tax laws when the world knows countless murder charges could be justly made. Youth is ashamed of the condition that allows persons convicted of murder to escape the death penalty through a plea of insanity. At present a woman sentenced to the chair is awaiting the return of her "sanity" before being electrocuted. As long as she is "insane" she will live better than many of our honest, hard working laborers. When she is sane again her life will be snuffed out.
Youth scorns antagonists who turn from the battle long enough to plead to the sentimental nature of the public for sparing the life of some cold, deliberate murderer whose "poor, misguided act" left some young mother the task of bringing up a family without a father's care.
The innate dignity and adherence to sartorial dictates that characterize college youth is best epitomized in a recent invitation to a hayrack ride to be attended by University students. Those who to attend were admonished to wear overalls and gingham dresses, but a special note reminded the men that "neckties must be worn."
Youth does need and welcomes constructive criticism, but as long as it witnesses the world as it is, all the concern in the world is not going to have any serious effects.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
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There will be a meeting of the ALEE. Thursday, May 18. Officers for the next semester will be elected. RICHARD FOOR, Secretary.
Wednesday, May 17. 1926
A. I. E. E.:
Vol. XXX
There will be a meeting of the student branch of the A. I. M. E. Thursday at 4:30. Mr. Addison will talk on his experiences in Canada.
A. I. M. E.:
A. S. C. E.:
A wise old professor, who taught during "the beat it in" education days, once said that the only method of teaching was first to gain the confidence of the pupil, and then if you find misunderstanding, we work with them always with words of approval his errors and how he may correct them.
—Daily Texan.
Sarcasm is a classroom evil. If a teacher's personal remarks in any way would lift the student in his reach for learning, then good and fine, say what you may. But nine cases out of ten sarcastic comments will make the student self-conscious which in turn will force him against his teacher and his lesson. Sarcasm will not improve clear thinking.
The regular monthly meeting of the A.S.C.E. will be held Thursday evening at 7:30 in rom 210 Marvin hall. Professor Bradshaw will give a talk on the Cascade Tunnel. Everyone is invited.
EDWIN A. ELLIOTT, Secretary.
BEACON CITY WORKERS:
BEACON CITY WORKER.
All students who are working to secure Beacon City membership or who have worker's kits please see me at room 10 Memorial Union building, at once.
CLAYTON, M. CROSIER, Manager.
CHEMICAL ENGINEERS:
The last regular meeting of the Kansas Association of Chemical Engineers will be held in room 101 Chemistry building, at 7:30 Thursday evening. Professor Brewster will talk on "Dyes." Refreshments will be served.
KAYHAWK CLUB:
ALBERT COOK, Secretary.
K. U. SELF-SUPPORTING STUDENT ASSOCIATION;
The annual banquet for the initiation of the officers of the Kayhawk club will be held Thursday, May 18, at 6:15 in the private dining room of the cafeteria. Prof. W. W. Davis, of the department of history, will speak. All non- fraternity men are invited.
KEITH W. JOHNSON, PAUL WILBERT, Co-chairmen.
Members of the K. U. Self-Supporting Student association are invited to come and bring a friend to a meeting Thursday evening at 7 o'clock in the men's lounge of the Memorial Union. After adoption of proposed constitution and election of officers, refreshments will be served. You are free to come and go when you please.
L WRAY CHOATE, Acting Chairman.
SARCASTIC REMARKS
QUACK CLUB:
When questioned thereafter, the co-
sultant answer was always the same: "don't
breathe."
There will be a business meeting of Quock club tonight at 8 o'clock for the election of officers. Please bring your dues.
MARGARET WALKER, President.
QUILL CLUB:
Quill will meet this evening at 8 o'clock in the rest room of central Administration building. This will be the last meeting for this school year.
ELIZABETH BRANDT, President.
SELF-SUPPORTING MEN AND WOMEN STUDENTS:
MID-WEEK_VARSITY:
WE NEED A DEFENSE
All self-supporting men and women students interested in learning more about the association now forming are invited to attend a meeting to be held in the Men's lounge of the Memorial Union building Thursday evening, May 13, at 7 o'clock. After a short business meeting and election of officers, refreshments will be served. Come and get acquainted with others of this group. You are free to come and go when you please. L WRAY CHOATE, Acting Chairman.
Our Contemporaries
A student in a medium sized class several weeks ago was called upon to give a brief summary of the day's lesson. The co-ed, who probably had gone riding the night before and had studied only for a short white, proceeded to give what she thought was a well-rounded account. After stopping her several times to correct errors, the professor quieted her. He then told the class what he thought of students who failed to read assignments. He was sarcastic in his remarks and the co-ed was embarrassed.
The mid-week varsity will be held this evening, 7 to 8 o'clock in the Memorial Union.
OZWIN RUTTLDGE, Manager.
Of all the disagreeable noxious animals that we might have had to put up with this spring, what do we get but numerous, elongated, slender, creeping, crawling WORMS!
They drop from nearly every tree you pass and crawl on your clothes and get in your hair. They make horrible webs in the air through which you unsuspectingly walk. And whether or not you find one taking a free ride on your sleeve or shoulder, you can't get rid of that dreadful crawl sensation for hours after you have encountered the pests.
Has the City of Lawrence and likewise the University failed to apply enough of the required "sticky bands" in time to eradicate these pesky wiggly worms? Precautionary methods have no doubt saved the trees, but they aren't effective enough to save us. We need a defense, too.
The Fable of the Monarch of Western Hemisphere
By GEORGE ADE
he started somewhere behind a Horse he knew he would get there and, besides, you didn't have to crank up a Horse and it never had Tire Trouble. Yes, indeed. Mr. Jolyb was as tough as the less Carriage was merely a futile Experiment and countless Generations yet to arrive would have to depend upon Old Dobbin. Now he wants to slap the Speedometer in the Face if it doesn't register 50 and when he goes around a Family Park that is right next door Two Wheels and shouts insulting Cracks at the Snow Pokes who are immede Traffic.
$\textcircled{6}$. Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
IT WILL be remembered that Mr. Jelly stood in front of the Drug Store in 1900 and said that when
It was Mr. Jebly who opposed the formation of the Country Club, allowing that Golf was an effeminate Diversion intended for White Rabbits and a Nassau County team but a sad Imitation of Something to Do for a robust Athlete who had been brought up on baseball and Draw Poker. And now Mr. Jebly has more Clubs than Hagen and at Night his Wife will hear him murmuring in his sheep. "The head down and come back I know, one of these terrible Cases."
Oh, how he ridiculed the folks who put in their time Dancing! He was one of the first to denounce Jazz. He said that the old-fashioned band had to them and he even defended the hop skip-and Jump Polk, but the modern Trots, and Toddles and Walks had no Relation to Jazz. He merely lazy Furnes of Indoor Exercise. And now Mr. Jelly wants to go out every Night and wriggle until the Saxophone Players pass out, and the Man begins putting chairs on the Table.
He is the Kind that will make Fun of a new style or some novel Diversion until it becomes Universal and then he will wake up some Morning and discover that we wouldn't wear these Bagy Trouswors until after they had been adopted by all the Walters at the Bon Ton Cafe.
Those Who Get Maddest Fall Hardest.
His offspring got many a raspy Grilling just a short time ago because they wasted so much time on a pre-made dish. But he cross Word Puzzle. He advanced the highly original Opinion that it didn't make any difference how many letters were in a Certain word or what the word was about, what the Word meant. If the new Craze was going to teach Folks *p*
ot or new words, no we was again it. because most of them knew too many words already and used them too frequently. Besides, after you had solved the Fool Thing to all the corners and had used up a couple of Erasers, what did you really done to make World brighter and happier and better?
One day he happened to pick up one of the Teacers and began to fool with it, in a Spirit of Contempt. The first Horizontal Word was something in English that is hard to part or go up an Alley, or something like that. You know, one of those Short Ones that a Small Child who is mentally defective should guess in Three Seconds or whatever happens to him. Jelly was on up on the Table with the newspaper under one Knee, gnashing his Teeth and rubbing the thing out for the 4th time. Those who get into such situations must be told out and bought the largest Dictionary to be had, also a Book of Synonyms, an Atlas, Who's Who, and the History of the World. And now, if he stays up intege he can worry out a dinghy Word which the Children cleaned up more starting from the Movies.
Since you have a correct line on This rugged and typical American Citizen, you will understand that the Radio had him marked as a Victim from the very start. When the first band was formed, the two Amateurs were building their Owens Sets, and sitting around for Hours wearing Ear-Muffs and trying to strain a few connected Sounds through the Buzzing Effects, it was then that Mr. Jelly showed utter enthusiasm for visiting a Bug who was working hard to get some Results. He even consented to put on the Receivers and finally he heard Something that someday like a three-piece Orchestra playing at the bottom of a Well in the Next Block. The Fact that the music was so complex and greatly excite Mr. Jelly. He said it sounded almost that far away.
He admitted that possibly one could get a certain Kick out of listening to an imperfect Long-distance Phone Message which was being received without the help of a Wire. But when I got to his desk, he wanted to put a Clamp on his Head and sit around waiting for some Soprano two hundred miles away to burst into Song. Not much! He wanted to crank up the old Talking Machine and get a ring Needle and get a time of Ring Time that would rattle the Windows.
No Passing Fads for Jelby.
So he passed up the new Wonder of the World. When the Addicts told him that Improvements were being made and the Amplifier was learning to bring the Stuff in so that it sounded like Something and the Programs were better, then Mr. Jelly laughed scornfully and said there would be more. He had decided and decided that the Phantasy would never be more than a Passing Fad.
Even when the Newspapers began to have Special Departments with funny-looking Pictures and ponderous stories, they Programmed Programs, Mr. JRewu was unmoved.
Then, at a Party one night he saw a new-fangled one that had Bulbs and Dials all over it and looked like the Apparatus that might be used for purposes of Electrocution. It had a door entrance to the Hoosie Tunnel. The proud Owner did a little giggling and out came a Niagara of Grand Opera. The Operator said that Boston was coming in very well. Mr. Jelly couldn't believe it was Boston. He told the Crank who was at the Wheel declared that he could get Hastings, Nebraska, and he did so. He said that Atlanta was a Cinch for him and in two seconds Mr. Jelly was listening to an Educational Talk in Atlanta. He thrilled, and in getting Atlanta the feverish Fun had proven that his old Machine had Selectivity.
That word "Selectivity" impressed Me. He meaused "Next Morning when he goes to purchase a Superola, the same as he heard at the Party."
The Dance
By JOHN GRAY
Getting in Good With the Neighbors.
The Salesman said there was no need of spending all that money. For $45 he could get a dandy little Pazola balloon and almost any station and provide many happy Hours for the Jelly Tribe.
In the last month he has picked up over 800 stations and never remained over eight seconds on any one. For the distracted Listeners this Life has become just a series of unfinished Baillands, interrupted Orchestral Selections which may have been called a meeting and them is no Question to what will happen to Mr. Jehy. The only Problem now is to dispose of the Body.
The dandy little Pazola lasted just two Sessions. When Jelly found that it brought in only a Squeak from Omana and not a Flicker from Los Angeles, he was off of it for Life. He went to an Expert and laid in a bed at the house. Then he turned sideways when brought into the house. After it was all keyed up then Mr. Jelly worked out his Log and brought in the neighbors.
Now he sits at the Key-Board and jumps from Springfield, Mass., to Dallas, Texas, vince at Chicago and St. Louis. He is still strong on Selectivity. Just as the Guests are beginning to enjoy WEAF, he demonstrates his versatility by hopping to WLS and as soon as he gets back home, he hits WLS with eyes asaphek, he shows off again by working on his Pristense Stunt, namely, trying to get Mexico City.
MOARAL: Every new Accomplishment shot should be in Secret for the Nina Month.
6. by McClure Newspaper Syndicate, WNN! Service
IF WAS the day before the all important junior ball at Tilton college. On the "spare room" bed in the Denny farmhouse lay the pink chiffon cloak that Bertha had bought for the big fan. The slippers and stockings lay beside it.
The whole house was in an air of expectancy and even the cows and chickens in the barnyard and pasture must have suspected that something was in the air from the happy, preoccupied man. He usually indiffered as he went about his daily chores. Bill Denny was Bertha's brother, her elder by ten years, who, though he avoided society himself, never seemed more content than when his pretty sister was included in activities at the nearby 'Tilson College.
Then George Fulton came with the news that changed all this air of pleasurable expectation to one of gloom and dejection.
"I've done the thing that seems most honorable," he announced. "It means that I can't take you to the ball." And many hasties he proceeded.
"Last summer I met a girl who lives out in Wyoming. We played tennis together and went swimming and sailing and then we asked her to go to my junior ball with me. That was before I met you. Well, we wrote once or twice and nothing more was said about the bath, and then she said that it was her birthday and you she didn't seem to care whether I wrote or not. This morning I had a letter from her. It just says 'I'm coming for the ball. Will arrive' and I've never forgotten your invitation.'
"It's too late to prevent her coming—she is almost here. I didn't know what to do. Of course, I want to take it over with him, but I'm not up my mind that the right thing for a fellow to do in the circumstances was to go to the girl he really cared for, the one who well—the one who trusted him and understood him—and tell
It was not till George had gone and Bertha had gone to nurse her grief in sight of the pink frock laid out so neatly that she permitted tears to flow. Bill Demby, who looked in vain for his sister downstairs, found her there in the spare room. Bertha explained, "I don't care so much about going with my dress. But I wanted to wear the dress. I never had such a pretty dress before."
"I'll take you," Bill said firmly.
"But they won't let you in—you're an outsider."
"See here," said Bill, shaking a defiant finger in her eyes, "you said this George is the boss of the dance. I'll show him I'm not no outsider this time, I'm going and he's going to let me in. That's the least he can do."
In the thirty hours that were elapse before the dance Bille found only a few for sleep. There was a hasty trip by motor to Tilton in quest of evening clothes. It was eight years since Bille had worn them.
He came back with numerous bundles. "Here's everything from soup to nuts." he announced, "dancing now. Now start in and show me the steps."
The next evening at half-past eight, when Bertha, dressed in her phil chiffon, started off with her brother to Tillen college, she was inclined to think that her uncle might be a young unn must be some one else other than her big, rough brother.
It was an uncomfortable moment for Bertha at the door when the student whose daily it was to receive tickets, said she was sick. When Bill said he would see the chairman of the committee, who would fix things up for him. George came forward, sensed the situation in a flash, and descented the Dobbs past the disjunction.
What made followed made Bertin feel as if she had audibly been swept off her feet. The girl, beautiful, stale and cold, would have been swept off George, took both Bill's hands in hers.
They danced for a few minutes and then drifted toward two chairs which they utilized for a conversation. "That's Helen Dawson," George said. "She's the one Bill was engaged to. One of the boys was in Wyoming a few weeks ago and told about Bill that he married her and Bill like girls, so she decided to come and look him up. She found out when the dance came off, remembered I'd asked her, and took that as an excuse to come East. She didn't think that she might have spoked it for me. But everything is turning out all right. I guess" added George as he looked at him. "The kids were Helen Dawson were still talking, oblivious of music,舞ers and possible on-lookers.
"What a wonderful surprise," she said, "I was going to get in touch with you tomorrow, but I didn't expect to meet you at the dance." Then she added, "I'm going to help some palms, and when the music started for the first dance, and Georges was expected to be the first on the floor, he did not even try to locate them."
And that night when Helen and her new-found friend, Bertha Denhay, whom she had seen once before as a little girl, said good night. Helen whispered to Bertha that she was engaged to Bill again. And Bertha, sublimely happy, confessed that with little persuasion she had accepted George.
LOST?
A Kansan Want Ad will bring it back.