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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE. KANSAS
WEDNESDAY, MAY 10, 1923
University Daily Kansan
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 10, 1933
EXPENSIVE CIGARETS
Fraser hall might have gone up in smoke yesterday when someone tossed a lighted cigarette in a wastebasket in the basement, had it not been for the presence of mind of a bystander. The lives of the men and women in classes upstairs would have been seriously endangered had the fire got a start.
Smoking in University buildings is foolhardy, especially in Fraser. No insurance is carried on state buildings, and should one of them burn, the damage would be a dead loss to the University. Students apparently do not realize that dry old Fraser is a perfect fire trap and would burn like kindling with half a chance.
New signs warning against smoking in buildings have been put up recently, but have had no appreciable effect. Students continue their careless habits. Both men and women smoke inside.
It has been suggested that if students must have a cigarette between classes they stand out on the steps of the buildings to smoke. There is no law against it for either sex, and it is much safer for everyone concerned.
PUT YOUR SHOULDER TO THE WHEEL
After a two-day conference with President Roosevelt and his cabinet, the editorial board of the Kansan is happy to announce that, beginning on Monday, May 15, the University of Kansas, with other state universities, will observe National Study Week.
The agitation began in North Carolina and rapidly spread through the nation's scholastic circles until it finally reached Kansas. The President heartily endorses the plan, and promises that he will do a little studying himself.
The purpose, of course, is to get students in the habit of studying for the finals.
To insure the success of the plan, all roads leading away from Lawrence, as well as those leading into our city, will be blocked, all the saloons and theaters in Lawrence will be padlocked, and armed guards will patrol the campus to prevent any sparking, or what have you.
Monitors, with long iron rods, will rap students over the heads if they whisper in the library. All persons caught breaking the rules will have black marks put behind their names, and a ducking stool is to be erected at Potter lake.
And we've done it all for you!
DIFFERENT BEER OR DIFFERENT TESTERS?
Either the new beer is being made in very different degrees and percentages, or those giver the duty of testing it vary greatly in their judgments. National officials who were appointed for the task declare that the new 3.2 per cent beer is non-intoxicating and will cause no unusual behavior on the part of the consumer.
The wet advocates mean that there is nothing in the beer sufficient to satisfy their thirst so long neglected. They are nearly as much dissatisfied now as they
were before the passing of the beer bill.
Then along comes Dr. F, Scott McBride and gives a new slant on the liquor. He says that not only is the new drink intoxicating but that drunkenness on the street and everywhere has greatly increased since the beverage has been on the market.
Now can all these gentlemen be right and the beer different, or is it only the way you look at it?
As an added attraction in the observation of Music Week, a few serenades this weekend would not be amiss.
THE ROOSEVELT CONFERENCES
The recent conferences held in Washington between President Roosevelt and the leading representatives of England and France are looked upon by most political observers as having laid the ground work for the topics to be handled at the World Economic Conference scheduled for June 12. The details of the discussion were kept from the general public, but from the meagre reports which filtered out the impression was gained that on all sides was evinced the desire for co-operation.
Co-operation and the feeling of goodwill are essential to the adequate settling of international questions. Without these basic factors most conferences of this sort are productive of little in the way of actual results. The present policy of having the leading citizens of the powers concerned meet on an informal basis should have accomplished much in the way of allaying mutual feelings of distrust and suspicion, which have always played too big a role in the field of international negotiations.
The practice of keeping the details of the discussion veiled in secrecy is one demanded by expediency. In every major nation there are group and sectional interests which have it in their power to defeat worthwhile measures for selfish, partisan reasons. This was more or less aptly illustrated in the post-war question of the United States' entrance into the League of Nations. At that time America witnessed the spectacle of a purely international issue being made into a national political football.
When the Economic Conference gets under way on June 12, the world will be able to judge fairly well the results of the recent conferences. The hope of the majority of people' is that they have been productive in evolving a basis on which major world illies may be adjusted, and suitable and progressive reforms instituted.
EXTRA-CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES
Why can some students spend days at a time, or even weeks, working on some student project, when the same amount of time spent on studying of any sort would ruin their dispositions entirely? Why do these same students neglect even to turn in daily assignments on time? Presumably they are going to school for the purpose of studying.
Extra-curricular activities furnish an outlet for energy of a practical nature, which our classrooms and academic work do not provide. It is extremely difficult to see any results, either present or future, of much of the work assigned in our courses. On the other hand, in student activities success or failure is more immediate and thus more conducive to work.
Students are not lazy or they wouldn't be in college. They alone cannot be criticized for failing to give sufficient time to routine study. Americans are naturally of a practical nature. They like to see results of their work, and to be living while they are working. Many of our courses do not fit this type of person. They are boresome and dry. Possibly there is no way to make them otherwise.
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CONVOCATION:
Notices due at Chase'seller* Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:38 a.m. s. m. Saturday for Sunday issues.
The annual Fine Arts Convocation will be held in the University auditorium at 10 o'clock Thursday morning. Mr. Murdeck, of Wichita, will be the speaker.
Wednesday, May 10, 1933
In years gone by there seemed to be a taboo on cotton, and anyone daring to appear in a simple little print dress was viewed as outlandish. This prejudice was without foundation, because cotton dresses can be just as charming as the more delicate silks and can be kept twice as fresh at a fraction of the cost. Perhaps it took a depression to bring us to our senses. At any rate, we will keep the more elaborate silks for "dressier" occasions and march right along to school in our volles, piques, and linens.
GRADUATE STUDENTS IN EDUCATION;
Graduate students in the School of Education who are expecting to take the oral examinations this spring should make arrangements at once with J. W.
Twente or B. A. Nash. R. A. SCHWEGLER.
INTER-RACIAL COMMITTEE:
A picnic has been planned for Thursday. We are leaving from Henley house for a short hike at exactly 5 c'clock, returning to 8 c'clock. Those wishing to play with us, phone 1315 for reservations. The charge will be ten cents.
MILLED FOR MITCHELL, WANDA, FEDONDS, Chevron
Had he so desired he could have been an explorer of men, since he came of well-to-do parents, but he chose to devote his life to the betterment of the common people by making clear to them the thing for which they were really struggling.
MERRIMARVINMEN:
There will be an important meeting of Merrimacvimmer at the Kappa Etu Kappa house, 19 West Fourteenth street, at 7:30 Thursday evening. May 11. All members should be present.
JAMES NAISMITH.
MID-WEEK VARSITY:
The regular mid-week variety will be held from 7 to 8 c'clock this evening in the Memorial Union. GZWIN RUTLedge, Manager.
PEN AND SCROLL:
There will be no meeting of the Pen and Scroll club this week.
We have noticed a trend on the campus this year that seems to us to deserve lauding. Women students are forgetting their foolish ideas of swank in dress and are choosing their school frocks of cotton prints that liven up the morning hours and don't depress the pocketbook beyond all recovery.
PHI DELTA KAPPA SCHOLARSHIP:
Kappa Chapter of Phil Delta Kappa, educational fraternity, for 1933-34 a scholarship for $50.00 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 Phil Delta Kappa who would give assurance that he intends to enter some field of education as a life work. Applications may be made at 310 Fraser on Monday, Wednesday and 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
Tryouts for Major and Minor membership will be held from 7:30 to 8:30 this evening. There will be a business meeting immediately following the tryouts.
Please bring your dues. MARGARET WALKER, President.
One hundred and fifteen years ago Monday, Karl Heinrich Marx was born. As students of a university we might do well to consider that brilliant Doctor of Philosophy of the University of Jena with a bent for economics, "who welcomed every progressive movement with the enthusiasm and sober judgment of a lover of truth."
QUACK CLUB:
WOMEN'S GLEE CLUB;
The Women's Glee club will sit on the platform at The Fine Arts convention Thursday at 10 o'clock. Every member must be present.
FASHIONS WE LIKE
If students give most of their energy to outside activities, they should not be too severely criticized, providing they do a good job in those outside activities and the activities engaged in are of definite educational value in training them for the place they intend to take in life after college. In student activities, students are given opportunity to think and plan for themselves. It is to be expected they will take more interest in them.
History provides no parallel to the rapidity with which Marx's ideas have penetrated the consciousness of the masses throughout the world. He pleaded that poverty, being inexcusable, should be abolished. He was "radical" in his desire for a system that would give bread, peace, security, freedom and brotherhood. His was the social philosophy that must play a more dominant role in future historical developments.
KARL MARX
AGNES HUSBAND, Director
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kanegan Business Office.
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER L—"Tom" Belknap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take a complete rest plans a month before advancement he has made to his son John, just commencing in the business, are broken, for no apparent reason. The chief architect Paul Gorbel, Belknap's partner, whom John and other business associates of Belknap cordially dislike, is a bone of contention, but without a complete understanding.
CHAPTER II - At Sheoostring, his train delayed by a wreck, John is out. He goes to work and after a fist fight, his attackers realize it is a case of mistaken identity. John learns his mistake. He goes to the Richards lumber company. Bewildered and unbelieving, he seeks employment with that company. But the office he finds Gorbel in does not recognize him. Gorbel does not recognize him. The girl is Ellen Richards, owner of the Richards lumber company. John's name as John Steele, the Bekliman being dropped inadvertently, and John, knowing the feeling against his father, allows Ellen to believe that is
CHAPTER III—Ellen engages John as her foreman. A series of underhand tricks designed to handicap operations of the Richards company culminates in the deliberate wrecking of a locomotive drawing a snow plow.
CHAPTER IV.—After heroic effort by Elizabeth, John, admiring Elen's brawny under the conditions, begins to have a sentimental attachment for the girl, which
CHAPTER V—The Richards barn and stables burn in a nightlight when the sun sets, and carries out the dead body of a stranger. He realizes the fire was so bad, but he doesn't speak to it, which party to such an act. Steele and Sheriff Bradshaw arrange to work together on
CHAPTER VI. JL - Who is satisfied that Gorbel had been sheltered by Old Torn 'Beknap's name and reputation, Gorbel discovers that "Steele" is John Belk-
CHAPTER VII—Having evidence of God compels the burning of the dead man, the interviews him. Gorbel admits the dead man had been in his employ and claims he had discharged him for his murder. He describes Steele and Bradshaw arranged for an autopsy on the body. Gorbel sends an assistant to her of "Steele's" identity, and insinuating that, acting for his father, John is responsible to manage his business.trustees in a business context explanation, and Ellen, against the dictates of her heart, discharges him.
CHAPTER VIII — Young Belknap, determined to fight to the bitter end to save his father's reputation, faces Gor- employment in the Belknap noun
plant. Sheriff Bradshaw cleverly in-
tercepted the intruder in the burgee of the charter stables.
CHAPTER IX — Gorbel's stenogram
furnished from a position in the Bellkrup
offices at Chicago to become his mis-
reveals his treacherous John. An attemp-
t, engineered by Gorbel, to kill
Jon apparently by accident, is unseen.
CHAPTER X—John, though convinced Gorbel had planned the death trap, his no positive proof. He is made aware of the other attempts; it is made to bring about his death. Escaping again, he openly assassinated him and his assassinations. After a heated interview John is discharged but remains in Kampfest, on watch. Ellen, realizing her affection for him, but convinced that he is misled, asks away from all that reminds her of him she decides to visit her uncle, Wolf Richards, not knowing he is away
CHAPTER XI—Having proof of Gorbel's complicity in the crime of arson, Sheriff Bradshaw attempts to put him under the watchful eye of the sheriff and flees, believing him dead. Steele finds Bradshaw, barely visible in his own shoes, he sets out in overtake Gorbel, facts.
CHAPTER XII
"hang on to yourself!" ne grownishly.
"You've lost your head once tonight . . . that enough."
The snow still fell, covering his tracks. He took a passing comfort in that. By midnight his trail would show only faint tints; by morning, he would follow even a breath, this light snow would shift and obliterate them forever.
He did not reckon that a man was already on that trull, coming slowly, painfully. No, he did not guess such a circumstance; no more than he knew that the trull would bind a lone girl was striking a match in Wolf Richard's camp, looking about a bit nonpissed and then, with a sigh, searching for kn�uild to build the fire that would make this place, alive. He would twinkle tonight, nightly habilities for her.
The permanent abodes of solitary trappers almost without exception fall into one of two categories: the molestiously clean or the impossibly filthy. Trapers are usually found in this living room, direct evidence of his calling was missing. A rifle and a shotgun, greased rags stuck into the muzzles, stood upright in a rack. On the shelf above a store of molesting materials, and beside them were a half-dozon worn books. The oillet on the table against a month window was figured in blue. Dishes and cooking utensils were housed on shelves besides the cook sink.
The door of pine had been much scrubbed. The one bed in the corner, behind the desk, was fitted with a tarpaulin, nearly tacked about the wood. The tick box was filled, supplies ranked in a cupboard above it, and a metal mail slot, a sharp ax stood behind the door.
Ellen put a kettle on and unhooked the plank door at the end of the room, entered Wolf's fur loft, a windowless chamber, filled with animal scents, and dragged from it a cot. Her own blankets were on a shelf before which hung a curtain of brilliant red calico, and while water heated she covered herself with a thin sheet many another time when coming here to stand a night with the old recluse.
ting up and swerving her feet to the floor.
"What do you want?"
Lighting a lantern she went out to the root cellar, shoved snow from before the entrance and secured vegetables. Then to the spring for water.
The door moved and Paul Gorbel half reeled into the rom.
Good camper that she had been taught to be, accustomed to her uncle's comings and goings at any and all times, she was restless at finding herself alone in the cabin tonight. She stopped now and again as she watched her dog attempt to strike near Wolf's slick ball come whooping and circling through the darkness when he approached to see a light shining from the windows of his camp.
But she heard no shout. The night was very still. She tried to tell her mother that he had left her habitats and be guided by reason. Before twenty miles from the nearest habitation, there could be no cause for this feeling of apprehension which was rising. I rished. She was not afraid, and none fears isolation and loneliness.
But even as she argued so, tears
welled into her eyes as she fongt
against the weight which tugged at
her heart.
Steepleigh nights were in her immediate past; harried days had taken their toll. This afternoon she had walked a dozen miles through soft rolling and her body was weared. She dropped her cheek to the blankets for just a moment, but wait! it would not do, fill the stomach and dress, bolt the floor with wood, and prepare to spend the night alone . . . Just a moment.
And sleep came as Gorbel, two hours away from that lonely cabin, cursed at the thinning of the snow, at the 'aintly blurred stars which began to appear in what had been a void above him.
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Then woke with a start. The room was cold; her body stiff, but it was not the chill nor the aching of her muscles which startled her from deep sleep.
Not these. . . Rather the careful,
slow creaking of a door hinze.
Wolf returning? That was the first possibility which presented itself to her clearing consciousness, but immediately she reasoned that a man does not enter his own home with stealth and caution.
A man was there, outside. She could see his fingers clapping the door's edge, could make out a sagging of his face, probably watching her.
"Who is it?!" she *cried* sharply, sit-
“It’s I, Lillen. And what do I want?”
—with something of a sneezer,
something of bravado. . . . “What do I want?” —weakening quickly, oddly.
“I. I. I came for you . . . for you!
that’s what!”
Over an hour ago he had come to a halt at the crest of the burned ridge which swept downward to the swamp where Wolf had built his cabin, the first objective in his flight. He had stopped with a gas, and the villagers came on there, windows in a building, a structure which he had counted on being unoccupied.
A man cannot endure the wilderness in winter without food or the means of procuring food. He must have an ax and blankets; he should have utensils to make the food he could take palatable.
He was without food, without more than a pocket-knife as a device for procuring food and warmth, because he had dropped his pistol back there in front of the window and pilled the trigger and drove him away from men and food and shelter.
His knees shook and his breath eame and went in light means. Wolf Richards there . . . back home . . . a man who was impossible of approach, even had a traveler been free to approach any human being!
He wondered why the dogs had not started their chamor. He had been this way before and on each occasion the beasts had set up a tremendous dong before he was this near . . . He closed one eye, striving by that gesture of concentration to still his whirling brains. If it wasn't for the dogs would be home; if dogs were there, they should be rushing the dead by now.
But probably the occupant of that cabin was not Wolf Richards at all. Someone else had stopped there to watch her, and she was left last night. Relief, with that thought, and on the heels of relief, dismay again. Anyone there, anyone who knew him, anyone observing enough to believe that the him would present a fatal hazard.
He started cautiously forward, wondering if the dogs might not be there after all, ready to begin their devilish barking. He stood a long interval at the edge of the timber, less than a hundred feet from the cabin, watching, sniffing and dogs were. What could not be said. This was some other person.
The soft snow covered all sounds of his progress. He could see snowshoes standing against the log wall; a single pair, he thought; if so, only one must be visible and move to the building to the window, peering through the half-frosted panels.
His heart stopped as he say her lying there on the cot, and then truced wildly on again. Elen Richards, the wife of the judge, was impossible to possess, the girl whose property he had attempted to acquire through the scheming and treachery which had brought him to the status of a lawyer, and Gorbak sank to his knees, gloating.
He wanted revenge in this moment! Wanted to make her suffer for the suffering which his fevered mind had been making, he asked her pride, her heart, her life, as his pride and heart and life had been shattered. He had been so honest in dealing her at first; he had been so honest in telling her that its frustration had driven him into this blind alley . . . And as he reasoned, his want of her become stronger than his aching for vengeance. He wanted her . . . wanted
Why not, then? Why shouldn't he take her, the last thing remaining of the life that was behind him? Why couldn't he take her, driving or dragging her with him into this new phase which lay lays . . . somewhere.
But after he had entered, after he had revealed himself to her, after he had made his first declaration, doubles began to riot. If he should fail in this . . . if he should not be able to drive or drug her. . .
And that was why his voice weakened, his fingers fumbled at his chin, why his eyes roved restlessly as he told the girl he had come for her and she only stood there, apparently unafraid.
Apparently unafraid, yes, but her courage was solely a matter of appearance. Beneath that exterior she was aguiver with apprehension.
Put she could not show that. Her wits, alone, stood between her and danger. She needed her resources, unharmed. She needed, needed her benthic time.
She stood a moment eyeing him, mind groping for possible strategies that could be used in such an emergency.
"For me, Paul?"—gently now, wanting to soothe and honor him until she could determine what it might be that had driven this well poised man so far off poles. "And how did you know I was here?"
"Eh? Know. . . Know! How did I? . . . He looked up and some of the old craft came into his face for the moment. "I knew!"—with a nod. "Never mind how!" He gave a strained laugh. "I knew. . .."
"But it's so late. You . . . you look cold; you must be tired. Need
"Escen?" He shook his head. "No,
no, no." He said, "not since before.
no, no."
"Well, I'll get you something now,
then."
She replenished the fire, went to the cupboard and took coffee from a shelf, watching him. Her hands trembled. 'Time! She needed time!'
"Wouldn't you like bacon?" she naked. "Wouldn't bacon-"
(To be Continued)