PAGE TWO
FRIDAY, MAY 12, 1933
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
University Daily Kansan
Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
InDesign-Chief ... ALFRED BEODHEK
Associate Editors James Patterner
James Charlottle
Managing Editor ... ARNOLD KREETZMANN
Make-up Editor ... Maryargret Greaves
Socialite Editor ... Gretchen Orglau
Night Editor
Stage Editor
Paul Woodmanneer
Sunday Editor
Paul Patterson
Exchusse Editor
Carol Widen
Advertising Manager ... MARGARET INC
District Manager ... Jake Gabhainb
Robert Whitman  Bennett Snyder  Margaret Ineer  Jimmy Kelly  Shelley Sidney  Billy Millington  Marina Lawrence  Alfida Brooke  Brendan Russell  Arnold Kreiman  Drownhill Smith  Carolyn Wright
Virgil Parker
Business Office  KJ 17 66
Business Office  KJ 20 54
Night Connection, Business Office  2701 B
Night Connection, Business Office  2701 B
Published in the affection, five times a week
in The Times and The New York Times;
and in Journal of Information of the University of
Colorado.
Subscriber prices: $4.00 per month, payable in
the United States. Entered as second-class matter September 17
and is non-refundable.
FRIDAY. MAY 12. 1933
WILL IT WORK?
A new plan for grading has been approved by the student councils and will be submitted to the University Senate. The plan proposes to eliminate temptations to cheat and to facilitate fairer grading.
The system will serve noticeably the great group of average students, for they will receive the same grade as those who do much better work. There will be no way of telling difference in achievement. On the other hand, the students above the middle mark may easily let their work slide and still achieve as good a grade as they received before.
It is true that grades are not the best means of motivating good work, but once their stimulus is removed, a great many students will be left without an incentive to do better than the average.
The system may eliminate some cheating, but it will not effect that group of students who are tempted most sorely. Those on the border line between satisfactory and unsatisfactory will still crib to get through.
The new plan has for its purpose one of the finest of ideals, that of promoting the desire to learn for learning's sake instead of for grade's sake. It is handicapped by many practical considerations. It is a question whether students at the University, representing as they do a broad segment of population, are ready to utilize the best in such a plan.
A GOOD START
The recent resolution adopted by a committee of both the student governing bodies has much to recommend it. In the first place it displays some conception of a fundamental student interest. Final examinations, as an educational policy, have been subjected to attacks from both members of the faculty and students. Their efficiency as a true test of knowledge has been seriously doubted for a good while. Until a complete revision of the system is possible, an attempt should be made to institute reforms within the present order which will best serve the real aims of education.
The student body, like any other group, contains elements which are not always of the highest character. The average student, however, is individually honest, and is also desirous of conducting himself according to the ordinary rules of fair-play. In all too many instances the conditions which surround final examinations make such conduct practically impossible. Therefore it is only justifiable that all possible steps should be taken to rectify these conditions.
In presenting its findings to the University Senate the committee should not rest on its laurels. Vigorous pushing may be necessary in order ultimately to secure the adoption of the measures incorporated within the report. If the members of the councils are successful in this undertaking they will have done much to justify their election. It is action such as this that makes student government seem worth while.
MEN WE'VE FORGOTTEN
Under the President's drastic economy measures, hundreds of men are being released from the Leavenworth hospital with no means of support. Many of them are physically unfit to do any kind of work; others can barely get along. They are soldiers whose right to health and happiness was sacrificed in the service of their country.
A few miles away from the hospital, many sound able-bodied men are being put to work planting and felling trees, not because the trees need attention particularly, but because the men need something to do. Huge appropriations have been made for paying them.
Is it fair to turn out the infirm, while the physically fit are given a chance to keep soul and family together? The United States is not an emotional nation. In fact, it turns quickly from anything that savors too much of sentimentalism. It should face squarely and straightforwardly the fact that it is something to give happiness and health for one's country. Soldiers who are disabled have a right to expect care and consideration when they are not fit to look out for themselves.
SHORN OF BEAUTY
Poets have indulged in pangyrics of praise over the beauty of a tree, but not, we'll venture, the kind of trees the city of Lawrence has now. The shade cast by friendly, green trees has been lauded by many writers, but that is not true in this town and on the campus. Those who walk the sidewalks avoid passing under the trees when they can, and when no other course is available, hurry by with apprehensive eyes cast upward.
For most of the trues in Lawrence and on the University campus are not things of beauty. They are hideous spectacles. Tent caterpillars have defoliated them, and the limbs of some are almost as bare as in December. Caterpillars hang suspended from the trees on long, silken strands. They drop down on the necks and heads of those passing by.
To those homeowners who were too lazy to take proper preventive measures must go most of the blame for the scourge. The process of banding the trees, which curbs the pests, was simple, inexpensive, and did not take much time. The lazy ones are suffering now. The trouble is that the rest of us must undergo the same punishment.
UNETHICAL BORROWING
The University of Wisconsin has instituted a guard system for protecting library books, so many have been stolen recently. Probably such a patrol would not be amiss on this campus now that term themes are becoming due and final examinations are upon us.
Nothing is more exasperating than finding that one of the most valuable source books in the library has disappeared temporarily or permanently. Book stealers probably get called more bad names by students than do any other brands of thief. And they deserve them all.
It would seem rather disagreeable to have monitors to stand around and watch people who are using library books. It would make everyone concerned uncomfortable. About the only thing to be done about the practice of book stealing is to preach long and loudly on the fact that it is a low-down trick. Then if you catch your roommate or your best friend walking out with one, make him take it back. You will have done your good deed for the day.
GOING STALE
The psychologists call it reaching a learning plateau, but the college student calls it going stale. After a period of hard work which has caused some mental strain comes the relapse in which nothing of value can be achieved. All the
14. WEETS HAVING PROBLEM?
The open house scheduled for this evening has been postponed on account of conflicting engagements. CHARLES E. THOMAS.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
BAPTIST YOUNG PEOPLE:
Friday. May 12. 1933
No.167
Our Contemporaries
COSMOPOLITAN CLUB:
The annual spring picnic with neighboring Mathematics clubs will be held Monday, May 15. All members bring 25c and meet at the mathematics office promptly at 4 o'clock. OTIS BRUBAKER, Vice President
MATHEMATICS CLUB:
There will be a social meeting of the Compostiton club on Sunday May 1 at 5 cclock. A program has been planned and refreshments will be served.
There will be a Sigma Eta, Chi meeting Sunday at 5 o'clock in the chapter room. It will be a Mother's Day and guest meet, Mrs. L. Curtis Guts will speak on "Women of India." HAZEL RICE, Secretary.
SOUVENIR PARKING TAGS:
SIGMA ETA CHI
WHY GRADES?
mental processes seem to lay off for a vacation, and the victim is left in a pitiful condition. He cannot think beyond the shallow surface of consciousness necessary to get him about to classes and keep him from being run over when he crosses a street.
The Parking committee is authorized to offer for sale a few KU. licenses for the current school year to anyone desiring them. Twenty-five cents at the business Office. JOE F. BALCH, Chairman.
No matter how many quizzes he has to take, he cannot pick up any last-minute information, nor can he remember what he has already learned. No matter how many term papers are due, he can't write a decent paragraph. His reasoning processes work on approximately the same level as those of a moron.
Jim Bausch Beaten by Five Men—News item. If it had been ten or twelve we might believe this. But only five!
There is no cure for going stale. The sufferer merely has to weather it through until he regains his mental legs. The ailment seems to strike most often around final examination time and the only prevention seems to be plenty of rest and not too much worry. That is why students who understand the nature of the disease have been taking mental vacations since the Easter holidays.
And what are grades used for anyway? Some people are for them; some people are against grades. No doubt, the grading system of the universities and colleges today does have both its advantages and its disadvantages. But do the business men throughout the country hire students as to the basis of the grades they made in college or elsewhere? Is the person who would be most efficient in the outside business world always the person who made the best grades during his school career? Are the persons who make the most efficient teachers after their college course the ones who were the A pupil? President Robert M. Hutchins of the University of Chicago says that the only utility for grades at his particular university is for "transfer purposes in accommodation to other institutions which are not as enlightened as we are." In fact, he admits anyone to the university, if he had his way, on the simple requirements that the student could read, write, and was recommended by a reputable person. Mr. Hutchins made this attack on the grading systems at the annual convention of the American Association of Collegiate Registrars.
Nevertheless, grades now exist here at the University, and grades exist in many other universities and colleges. But is the grading system the best thing that a university could use? This system may continue throughout all time, but it is rather doubtful. Many universities are now conscious of its many fallacies; many people are realizing the unfairness of the system. But will the grading system continue or will some other system soon take its place in the institutions of higher learning of this country?—Daily Texan.
Mr. Hutchins believes that the necessity for grades will disappear in the next few years. He is not the only person who firmly thinks this. Grades are the only means now in use to differentiate the various standings of the students of a class; but if this was necessary, no doubt some other system would be needed to accomplish this deed. But it is not that this idea on a whole are not a fair test of the amount that any student really knows about a course? Could not a student do much better in all his courses, if he learned—not just to make a grade—but if he learned for the acquisition of the knowledge in itself?
BELOW ZERO
e
A Romance of the North Woods
E2-
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1952.
WNU Service
CHAPTER XII
He looked about slowly, still like a man walking from a bewildering dream, then sat down heavily and drew a weak gesture in eyes that in their weight wears charity.
"Of course," he said, "we can ben
again somewhere else. . . . You and
me can go somewhere. . . . Grab
here; mug here; blinker here.
We can bide out. I can bide out."¹
—starting hard at her. "And you'll
go with me. I won't be cheated out of
everything!" Butkamp can't raise all
of us. He'll be cheated out of every-
thing! —I'll have you eat it.³
She recalled as he rose and stepped towards her, arrived for the moment.
"Stay back!" she cried. "Don't come near me, Paul—beheadingly."
"Still hate me, ch? . . . Well, you'll get ever that." He brushed his eyes once more. "What'd I say, just now . . . a minute ago? What'd I say about Bekkman? Mustn't believe it, Ellen. . . A man gets upset. Says things he doesn't mean. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Of course you're tired," she said.
"You're come a long way. Take off your coat and cap. Sit down, here by the fire."
He let her help him and, seated again, he spread unsteady hands to him.
"Where's Wolf?" he asked after a long silence.
With a sharp hiss the coffee bottled over and he turned quickly at the sound. The girl snatched at the opening it rendered.
"They cheated away, sir. "He'll be back any time." I was
"Here's coffee for you. Paul. Sugar? There's no cream."
"Don't he to me?" he cut in sharpy,
"I know where he is; mics away, after wolves in the Caribou! He won't be back for days."
She poured a great cup of the soiling beverage and he took it clumsily from her.
He drank the coffee slowly; she filled the cup again. He appeared to be oblivious of her presence for long intervals. His hands, under the stimulant, ceased to tremble so violently, and she thought that perhaps this device for gaining time might work against her. Three cups, he drank, scared speak.
from her. "Careful." she said. "It's hot.
Three cups, he drank, scarcely speaking,
and another half-hour was gone.
"There!" he said, setting the cup on the hearth with a clatter and rising. "Better now! He owed the girl who wore it," he said to me, "were . . . Oh, yes about you . . . you're paying . . . You're paying for not loving me! You've scorned me, you were out of bounds outside your office and throw me out. He's here now—advancing."
Ellen backed away as he came forward, heart pounding in her throat. "Paul!" she cried, but he did not seem to have heard.
"Let me go!" she cried, wrestling against his hold. "Let me go, Paul!" She tore one hand free and struck at her. "Let me go," ooayoug of fear, "Let me go, I say!"
"He won't know; you can't call him!" He seized her wrists in his chummy grip and drew her close. Well, I need to show you, yqa and L. Just you and me.
She staggered and would have fallen except for the table as she broke from his hold. She poised there a moment, one hand on the oilcloth, the other at her throat, watching him. Then, like a cat, he turned up against the outer door, tearing it open crossing the threshold in flight as he cried out and leaped forward.
"None of that!" he said evenly.
"None of that, Ella! You've joined me for . . . long, now. That's over. . . together. alone."
The girl's strength was no match for his. He caught an arm and fell down.
She circled the room to a far corner and stood there, hands behind her back, while he dragged the table along wait and placed it against the door.
"There!" he said. "These we are!"
He smiled oddly. "Ive things to do,
Ellen, I'm going on. I've got to get
an outfit together. Can't have you
running off while I am busy. . . . I am
going on! And youre going with me!
I can tell you. I can tell you.
I didn't get . . . I almost had all
the rest but you . . . I never came
near having you until now. . . "He
laughed again, mirtlessly. "And now
you've got to go! I can't have you
here, to go back and tell them.
I will. Ellen . . . I never could
harm you. I will. Miss you try to
get away again."
He moved to the cupboard, opened the doors and surveyed the contents. Salt, ten sugar, he took down and carried to the table. He eyed the utensils next, picking up kettles one by one, examining them, selecting one that not evenly, placing it also on the table. A frying pan; next; a
Floor and other articles, until the end of the table was heaped with them. After this he started ramming, poising under the bed, tearing the walls apart, and then behind the room to paw over the deep shelves behind it, muttering to himself.
Then, he asked:
Then he asked,
"Where's he keep his pack-socks?"
Elen pleaded toward the fur left and tried to speak. The words would not come; the inspiration, the hope, holding in her heart, choked them both.
"In there," she finally said.
For a moment he stared at the door and its fluttering, and then looked at
Without response she moved to obey,
and he watched her walk to the table,
but the lamp in both hands. He stood
the door open, the door open, and she
passed within.
"You bring the lamp." he said.
A single peek-sack was hanging from a rafter and he took it down. Ellen started to move into the outer room.
"Walt?" he said, and with a queer chuckle went first. "Now you may come," he remarked when he crossed the threshold. "That hook . . . I'd hold a person in there a long time . . ."
He had seen the opportunity as Ellen had seen it. Upset as he was, Paul Goebber's mind still pursued his desire of guarding his own interests'.
Time was what she needed now,
time and daylight. She watched the
clock, tickling its way through the
growing hours, marking the death of
night. Her heart tripped faster than
the clicks of the mechanism. . .
He selected riffle ammunition, muttering, now and again making a sound that was hybrid between sob and chuckle. He gathered his plunder in a pile on the floor and reached for the pack-sack. A dangling strap caught his eye and he cried avagely. . . . "Rivets?" he demanded. "Where
Time! She needed time!
"Rivets?" he demanded, "Where does Wolf keep cm?"
"I don't know, Paul. I'll . . . I'll
"looks like you."
"Look then!"
She began to look, searching in those places where she was certain rivets would not be kept, using up minutes, trying to find the precious. Wolf might come, some wayfarer might come . . . but daylight would surely come. A girl can take strength from daylight, can command resources which darkness makes
Gorbel looked up at the clock and cursed.
"No time to fool!" he snarled. "Get to be cool, you and I."
His look skilled heil her and she also turned her face away, making motions towards her.
Cursel found the rivets on a small shelf behind the door. He repaired the cut strap of the pack-sack and began stowing the appropriated supplies in it. He had found jerked venson and chewed on a clunk hungerly.
"You must out!" Ellen said, hot with inspiration. "You can't take the trail on just coffee, Paul."
The girl made a great clatter with utensils.
"The bacon's In the fur room. Will you get it?" she asked.
Cunning showed in his face. "You get it . . . "
Gorbel had turned to look.
She took a knife from the table, a long, thin-bladed knife; she picked a flashlight from her own pack, went through the door of heavy planks.
Bacon hung there from a peelled log that lay across ratters, but it was not at bacon that the girl looked. She gauged the length of that stick. Eight feet, probably; four inches through at smaller end; stout, showing growtong color.
"here?" he cried. "Here, you . . ."
She shewed the fur end against the back of the wall, she hugged the neck of her shoulder. She briefed her as, crying out as she set it with a thick against the plank of the closed door, throwing her weight on it. "When that door, Eben?" she shouted when it opened, I say, or I beat it down."
The for room itself was the width of the cabin but barely six feet in depth. She got off the bench and was of tumnack loss. She dropped the knife, reached upward, rolled the posted cedar across the ratters until one was pulled on, pulled on it, brought falling down.
She knew that he could get in,
but breaking down the door would
take time. . . time . . . the most
precious thing she could win!
He tried to break through by hurting his weight against it repeatedly and failed. He retreated, muttering.
"Stay there, then!" she heard him say. "until I'm ready."
And miles back there John Belkman stopped and straightened, pressing hands to the small of his back, aching with hours of travel in a stooped posture.
She covered in the darkness, hugging the leg which propped the door tightly, shuddering, listening to him move and mutter.
(To be Continued)
Bananas
LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY
Eye Glasses Exclusively
1025 Miles
Bananas Are a Real Food
Try a Banana Salad, or a Banana Split
Union Fountain Sub-Basement, Memorial Union
65
You Can't Be Sure of This Spring Weather Avoid that soaking downpour JUST PHONE
Remember the cost is only 25c
Jayhawk Taxi
Ike Guffin, Prop.
Let Us Help Convey Your Appreciation of Mother by Sending Her
Flowers by Telegraph
Our Florists' Telegraph Delivery reaches every corner of the world.
May we suggest: Cut flowers, corsages,
assorted boxes of blooming plants, or forms
Should your mother live in Wichita—You can send her a beautiful corsage; a fifty-word greeting; and have them both delivered on Mother's Day for $1.38.
Phone 621
WARD'S
Phone 621
N N N N N N N N