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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
TUESDAY. MAY 16. 1933
University Daily Kansan
Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
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THE ACTIVITY FEE
The passage of the bill for a general activity fee by the Board of Regents last week put into effect a piece of campus legislation which in future years will probably be regarded as one of the best laws ever brought to this campus. The bill was not put through without some difficulty. It passed a vote of the students twice, was subjected to careful revision by the two councils, and finally was approved by the Board of Regents and the Chancellor.
The bill which will go into effect next year differs in several respects from the original one. It provides for a general activity ticket which will cost $8.75 instead of $13.50, and leaves off the two campus publications — the Kansan and the Jayhawker — from the list of campus projects which it will finance. The ticket as it now stands will include the student enterprise ticket, athletic events, with the exception of basketball which will cost students $1.50, membership in the Memorial Union, student council fees, varsity dances run on a cost basis, and several all school parties.
The present plan has one outstanding weakness which may bring about bad results. This is the exclusion of the Daily Kansan and the Jayhawker from the list of school projects which will receive aid. It is feared that with the large assessment at the first of the year for campus activities, students will feel that they cannot afford to spend more money for these publications. If this happens, the Kansan and Jayhawker will face an acute financial crisis.
Only time will tell how this part of the new scheme will work out. It is possible that the activity ticket will not hurt the two campus publications materially. If it does not, then it is a plan which will prove to be an asset to the University.
Some day the bright young man who figures out a use for the campus dandelion crop will also set his mind to work on some way to utilize the piles of cigaret butts that accumulate at the entrances to University buildings, and he'll die rich.
TOO MANY QUEENS
We have been reliably informed that this country is a democracy, but, judging from the number of feminine sovereigns whose likenesses adorn the Sunday supplements, our guess is that there is a decided movement underfoot to overthrow the existing form of government. Certainly no one could object for aesthetic reasons.
The depression evidently has not curtailed the demand for queens, for this year, as every other year, there seems to be one girl out of every dozen chosen to reign over a festival, a party, or just reign, if nothing exciting can be found to which the monarch can be attached.
A movie maggate complains that these contests and magnanimous choices give the lucky girls foolish ideas, ideas which far overestimate their real beauty and fill their heads with dreams of movie stardom. Then they depart for Hollywood to annoy those who might give them a job but who never do. If all these girls whose domain was supposed to be the "Apple Ball" or "Strawberry Festival," or even just "Queen of the Yearbook," should leave us for Hollywood, what would the Middle West do for beauty and what would Hollywood do for housing facilities?
Depressing information for prohibition workers: A room in the Journalism building was plastered last weekend.
GUMMING UP THE WORKS
A trend in gum chewing that is being vigorously combatted by chicle companies is that recent movement to chew just half a stick at a time. It used to be in the good, old days, that when a whole stick of gum was offered a person, he took it, and never gave the matter a second thought. Now-a-days, however, the proffer of a stick of gum is received with a comment of "No, thanks, just a half stick, please."
Various reasons have been assigned for this calamitous economy move. The depression is one, the more tidy appearance of the person masticing only a half-stick is another. Then, too, the smaller wad is easier to shift about in the mouth. There is not that unwieldiness of control that characterizes the whole stick. High school and grade school pupils have taken to the movement because it is easier to hide the gum underneath their tongue or behind their back teeth when they are confronted with a question from teacher of "Johnny, are you chewing gum?"
The dangers of the trend have been anxiously pointed out by gum company officials. Users of the half-stick are too apt to swallow the wad, they warn us, and it could easily become jammed in their wind pipe and choke them. But chicle-chewers, with characteristic carefulness, have not mended their ways but stick to their half-stick.
THE HAZARD OF THE BROKEN RAIL
For a long time we have considered it just "too bad" that the Watson Library has to have its natural beauty marred by the ugly, unpainted wooden steps which are out in front. Of course, the permanent approach to the building cannot be put in until old Snow hall is completely torn down. Until that time—if it ever comes, and many have lost hope—the architectural symmetry of the library will have to be married by its ridiculous front steps.
But even if the wooden approach must remain, it might at least be possible to keep it in good repair. The railing on the left as you go in is broken off, and a two-by-four sticks out in mid-air. This broken-down railing is actually a hazard to the students. Think what would happen if someone tried to lean on it. The thing would come tumbling down and the person would fall forcefully to the ground and get hurt. Furthermore, just think what would happen if someone who did not know about the broken rail came to the library on a dark night and turned into the steps too soon. The big two-by-four sticking out would ram him amidships; and then they would be sorry they did not fix the thing before someone got hurt.
The person who carries an open umbrella on the streets of Lawrence even when there is no rain is not so balmy as it would seem. He is merely protecting himself from the rain of caterpillars falling from infested elm trees.
Last February, students planted sprouts in the minds of instructors. If they were straight little sprouts and were pointed in the right direction, they have become strong graceful, verdant trees by iow.
AS THE TWIG IS BENT
If those saplings were bent a title in the beginning, however,
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXX
The Advanced Standing commission will meet this afternoon at 4:30 at Hen
ev house. RUTH ROWLAND, President.
Tuesday, May 16. 1933
ADVANCED STANDING COMMISSION:
BEACON CITY WORKERS:
No. 169
All students who are working to secure Acrobat City membership or who have workers' kits please see me at room 10 Memorial Union building, at once.
CHEMICAL ENGINEERS:
"The Millennium," a school teacher tells us, "will come the day I get a freshman book review that does not contain the word 'interesting'."
The last regular meeting of the Kansas Association of Chemical Engineer will be held in room 101 Chemistry building, at 7:30 Thursday evening. Profes-
sors and graduate students will attend.
Most times the prodigal son and not the fatted calf should be killed.
The regular meeting will be held at 4:30 Wednesday in room 32 Administration building. JESSIE PICKELL, President.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION: ALBERT COOK, Secretary.
There will be a banquet for the Dramatic club members at the cafeteria for 6 o'clock this evening.
GENE HIBBS, President.
DRAMATIC CLUB;
ALBERT COOK, Secretary
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-fraunty men are invited.
KAYHAWK CLUB:
—McPherson Republican
-Ottawa Herald.
KEITH W. JOHNSON, PAUL WILBERT, Co-chairmen.
K H AFONAUTICAL ASSOCIATION;
There will be a meeting of the K. U. Aeronautical association tonight at 7:30 o'clock in room 116 Marvin hall.
TED DOWNS, NSRE
K. U. SELF-SUPPORTING STUDENT ASSOCIATION
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.
Publication of the magazine, "Babies—Just Babies," which Bernhard Mace-Fadden began a few months ago with Mrs. Roosevelt as supervising editor has been discontinued. Another infant, as one might say, that was all wet.
Le Cercle Français se reunira mercerci a quatre heures et demie sa 306 Fraser hall. Tous ceux qui parient français sont invites.
LE CERCLE FRANCAIS; .. L. WRAY CHOATE, Acting Chairman.
There will be an important meeting of Pen and Scroll this evening at 7:30 in room 222 west Administration building. All members and new pledges please attend. LYMAN FIELD, President.
MARY SHRUM, Secretaire.
Phi Chi Delta will meet this evening with a farewell picnic. Cars will leave Westminster hall at 5 o'clock promptly. __RUTH ROWLAND, President.
PHI DELTA KAPRA SCHOOL AUDIO
PEN AND SCROLL: MARY SHRUM, Secretaire.
Kappa chapter of Phi Delta Kappa, educational fraternity, for 1933-34 a scholarship of $50 to a man who is a senior in the School of Education, or an education major in the Graduate School, or to a member of Phi Delta Kappa who would give assurance that he intends to enter some field of education as a graduate student. The 1934 Friday from 11:30 to 12, on Tuesday and Thursday from 10:30 to 11, or appointment may be made by telephone. E GALLOO, Chairman.
PHI CHI DELTA:
Quack club will hold a business meeting Wednesday, May 17, at 8 o'clock. There will be election of officers and plans for the spring picnic will be made. Please bring your dues. MARGARET WALKER, President.
QUACK CLUB:
PHI DELTA KAPPA SCHOLARSHIP:
Quill will meet Wednesday evening at 8 o'clock in the rest room of centra Administration building. This will be the last meeting for this school year.
QUILL CLUB:
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 Memorial Union Building Thursday evening. May 18, at 7 o'clock. After a short talk on refreshments will be served. Come and get acquainted with others of this group.
ELIZABETH BRANDT, President.
SELF-SUPPORTING MEN AND WOMEN STUDENTS:
The reply was "Three sheets of music and a piccolo pluer."
W. S. G. A. COUNCIL:
L WRAY CHOATE, Acting Chairman.
The W.S.G.A. Council will meet this evening at 7 o'clock in room 5 of the Memorial Union building. LILA LAWSON, President.
QUIPS from other QUILLS
Chanute Tribune
and if, after a few weeks, they were either stunted through lack of proper nourishment or were twisted by an unfortunate accident, they have become pitiful, crooked, backward trees.
A sorority at Depauw University, Greencastle, Ind., wanting to spend only $250 for an orchestra, wired Ted Weems to find out how many pieces could be obtained for the amount.
Those students who planted straight, upright sprouts have little reason to worry about the fruit which they will receive, but those who neglected their saplings or started them badly need to devote all of their energies toward nourishing, cultivating, and straightening them.
It is a great deal harder to straighten a bent tree than it is to start a sapling in the right direction.
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BELOW ZERO
A Romance of the North Woods
By
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1932.
WNU Service
He knew what was coming before it started. He could have fired then and felled Gorbel in his tracks but he did not. He was no killer; not when the weapon in the other's hand was empty.
But an empty rifle is a weapon nevertheless. He saw the quick bracing of Gorbel's feet, observed the short, slender arm of the gun. He ducked, quite sure of himself, too sure of himself. The butt of the rifle missed his head as it sled towards him, but the barrel, trailing, as it came, rapped him across the skull.
CHAPTER XIII
It was a heavy blow. His cap was protection enough to turn it from a stunning shock to simple bewilder- second . . . or a fractional second.
He fired as Gorbel rushed. He fired quickly, with intent to kill; but he missed. The bullet struck him when he squeezed. The bullet found some other mark and Mark Grab was upon him, beating him down, sprawling over him as the piece, knotted from John's arm, hit his shoulder.
Locked together, they rolled over with a mighty threshing of legs, up against the wall. He struck against it, John, lead now cleared, on top, trapping for Gorbel's threat.
The body beneath him heaved and bowed. It was like steel, with the strength of deseration.
more_ and John could feel ragged breath, hot on his cheek. He struck at the hand which groped for his throat. He stained on Gorbel's feet.
They were up again, locked once
They had an instant of blows, tooe to toe, and then Gorbel was on John's throat. He tore at the locked grip tight, and he raised his knee upward and though the force lifted Gorbel from his feet his throttling hold did not weaken.
Things began to grow fuzzy, to darken. A buzzing sound in his ears, growing louder. His legs went legwarm and he lagged to the floor. Gor-
Things Began to Grow Fuzzy, to Darken.
bel leed over him, both hands locked on John's throat, heedless of the other hands clawing at them. . . .
But a man with a job of work to do can't fall, can he? Not when failure means tragedy, can he? John Bellman struck hard; the blow bended squirrelly with his stick, with the sweet air flooding his throat, with the buzzing dying out, but as he rolled over the other kicked. His pec toe caught John in the side, threw him against the wall, knocking down an xx which was leaping there. He was free, but Gorbel also was free, and scrambling towards the stove.
He gave a crow of triumph as he whipped, weapon in his hand. He brought the muzzle to its mark but as he pulled he ducked because an ax was swinging towards him, flung hastily and none too surely. A man on his knees cannot seize an ax and that it all in one movement and be sure
But it was good enough. The tongue of flame spurted wide and Gorbel fell heavily as the ax head caught him full on the chin.
John was on his limp body in an instant. He had the hands crossed on the small of the man's back, pinned there by a knee as he stripped his shirt off. He took the other struggle slightly as he took the first hitch about those hands, and he struggled harder in a second . . . but it did him no good. He might curse and threaten and through the door with his hand was bound securely. He was through!
CHAPTER XIV
John found her covering against the wall. He lifted her slowly to her feet.
"It's all right, Ellen!" he said gently. "It's all over."
He led her out into the wrecked room, which showed Paul Gorbell, who had been injured in a forward, sobbing, straining with futtle movements against his bonds.
"That's what you wanted!" he crooked. "That's what you wanted?"—nodding at them as they stood, John supporting the girl by an arm about her shoulders. "That's why you came, eh?"
The man looked up then. He stared at them with glazed eyes.
"No, Gorbel. I didn't know, or it would have been why. I came with a warrant that Nat Bradshaw tried to serve. And there'll be another for you by now. For murder, maybe, Gorbel—"
"Murder? Murder?" His voice was shrill and he wrenched his wrists against the unyielding belt. "No, no! That can't be., No. No murder. Mistake! Mistake, I tell you, Belknap! D—n mistake!
"Tell you"-licking his lips, "I'll tell you. . . . I’ll trade with you, Balknap. . . . John. I’ll trade. You got her now. . . She’s yours, when she knows. . . I’ll trade you what I know for this warrant you talk about!" He was panting, as if it in from an exhausting foot race, "Tell you what I want; she’s more than anything else to you. More n’ a warrant; more n’ anything. . . . Let mo loose, . . . I’ll tell you everything."
"I'm not going to untie you, Gorbel," John said evenly while he watched as one fascinated the play of desperation on that wretched countenance and felt Ellen press closer to him.
"Oh, yes you will!" Tears sprang to Gorbe's eyes. "I'll give you all you want now, for me a moment's start! I fill go away; I just stay. You can go to your father then, and tell him you found out what he couldn't. Great man, old Tom; smart. But you'll be smarter than he . . ."
He licked his lips again.
"See? I'll give you prestige; that's what you want now . . . after Ellen, there. Prestige with the old man! What you want now? I see how I crossed him up. North Star Lumber company? Ever hear of it? That's me; Paul Gorbel. . . Dummy geologist of lumber at cull prices, see? I paid with notes at the Beknap and
Gorbel bank in Kampfest. I took it all, every dime of it. . . , Paper's no good; worthless. Bellkapp & Gorbel have been there in another year if they didn't be for you then old Tom got suspicious we forged inspector's reports and changed car numbers on him. He couldn't check the date. . . . St. Paul banks like us . . . , But it was me . . . , all me! See? Your finding out'll make a hit with him!"
He laughed shrilly
"Arson? . . . Arson, John? Got that warrant? Give it to me now, . . .
I've come clean; you give me a break. . . "
"Oh, don't! Don't let him go on!" Ellen whispered.
She buried her face on John's chest, and he gathered her close, turning his back to Gorbel who chin now sagged low as his soaked hoarsely.
She might have said more had his eyes been on her. They stood in the first, long kiss.
"Hold it!" he whispered, mouth against her ear. "Hold it, old fellow!' It's an oracle but—"
But as he stepped In and stamped snow from his feet they sprang apart, wheeling towards him.
"Inout hurt it!" She caught up his word and lifted her face to look into him. "Maybe you know me, oh, John. John! How could I ever believe it? What would you believe?"
They did not hear the opening of the door, did not see Wolf Richard's amazed and trucient gaze sweep his room with its littered floor, the smashed chair, did not see him store at Pantel Gorbel or at them.
"S all right!" he yelped, "S all right!' Don't mind me, young us! H—I to pay here, I see! Place rint! Paul Gorbel under my roof where I never have him. Tied up, too, which means someone! But 's all right!' What matters but what you two, for sure! Nothin' else matters a-tall!"
The town swarmed about them until John had to call on others to clear the way. . .
It was evening when that strange procession made its way into Kampftown, John Belkump in the lead, Woff Richards behind him, dogs and toboggan with its bundled burden next and Ellen walking in the trail they made.
Night then, and wires commenced to sing and the next morning's newspapers told the story in bold headlines for Harrington to read in the newspaper company offices, for others to read the world over; some in a Paris hotel.
Harrington could not get John the first dozen times he called because the boy, with Ellen in the corridor outfitted with fighter gear, Nat Bradshaw fought for him.
And so other telephone calls had time to be made, even calls which spanned the ocean.
"Tell them we'll answer no 'phone calls' he whispered to Ellen. "That goes until Nat is . . . until a change comes. . . ."
It was evening before the doctor, who had leaved over the bed with such concentration for so many minuities this time, straightened with a sigh.
"Well," he said, "it looks like a go!"
"I you mean he's going to make it?"
"Jus"
The head on the pillow moved; the
head opened and looked up at them,
blinking.
"Course, Johnny." Nat whispered.
"Sure thing. . ."
And then a boy could be free to ease a distracted central, to sit in the hospital office and converse in In-Harms methodical way of conversation.
"I guess the newspapers had all it then," he said, after he had listened for long. "I'm all right; Nuts going on." He continued. "And I guess you've spent enough on tails."
"Tolls! Wait until you see the toll bill for a talk I've had with your father today!"
"What! You talked to— Is he back?"
"Back nothing! He's in Paris and read the bulletin in the Herald' s edition over there. He got me on the phone to the house where those were coming off so I could give him some details. He says, first, that he's on his way home on the next boat. Next, he wants me to read you a few pages of the book which opened in case . . . well, 'in case a cathedral fell on him,' was the way he put it. It is dated in December, the day he leaves. He wrote it just before you go to Witch Hill, I guess. "This is it."
"Dear Johnny—If you read this, it will be because the doctors overlooked a lot of shakes and blow-down when they cruised my inside two weeks after I left. They were being under the weather; time enough to worry folks when there's a cause, especially your mother. They tell me that three months of rest will put me sry again. I hope they are right for me, but only one of them freshes me much.
"This is because if I hit the grade for the last time now you are going to beat me to finding out just how big a monster I've been made in the Kampala game. I've been wrong up there. I guess you were right in your estimate of Gorbel. For over a year I've been certain that a plenty is being put over on us. I mean, we've got the best for a well man. I'm going off to get well so I can fix what I broke.
"If there's one thing I've prided on it was on its the picking of men. I took Gorbel on, first, because he had a hold on just the layout you and I need for the Big Jolz; and, second, because of all of you—he looked good to me.
"There are some men who can ad-hoc and create an event. When we have to, though, we want to
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