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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
WEDNESDAY. MAY 3, 1933
University Daily Kansan
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THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
As often as we speak the English language, and as often as we hear it spoken, only a few of us take from it more than bare necessity demands and fewer of us add anything to its growth.
The average person has a limited vocabulary of words, phrases, and slang that enables him to get around in the world and keep out of trouble.
Mr. Average Citizen gives no thought to the sound of his speech as long as he gets coffee and doughnuts when he orders "Java 'n coupla sinkers." Language has only a utilitarian value to him.
Then there are college students who are supposed to speak a different tongue from the man in the street. But a grammarian would have nearly as much difficulty in understanding the college man as he would in comprehending Mr. Average Citizen. There are many college professors whose language is on the same plane with the collegian.
A probable champion for correct speech is the radio, for with the coming of the instrument, we have been able to hear our language used beautifully—and hideously. The radio can do much toward bettering America's speech if America will keep its cars open and its minds alert.
A DOSE OF DIGITALIS
While Whirlwind Roosevelt is sweeping 'em off their feet it might be advisable for a few courageous souls to step aside and calmly consider our supposedly changing scene.
The newspapers of today tell us that the new President is revolutionizing industry and labor. Everything is going to be lovely and just around the corner lies Utopia. But if Utopia has passed us by thus far we may be sure that Franklin D. will not help us to attain it. A few minutes of introspection and a series of hurried glances through any history book will demonstrate the fact that in reality the present administration is only temporizing.
All the plans that have been put into effect and all those plans proposed, lead back to the system that has brought us to this state of "chaos." Roosevelt is attempting to re-establish the solidarity of the time-worn system that has always required huge doses of artificial stimulus.
One can not revitalize forever Systems, human and governmental, deteriorate swiftly under that plan of existence. Sooner or later new ideas must be evolved. The world is waiting.
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS
Sunday papers announced that daylight savings made its official bow to Missouri Sunday in Kansas City. Friends of the plan are iubilant—others are dubious.
Lawrence residents who have spent summers in the east reminisce about times when the plan was officially in force, but actually only about 50 per cent workable. Some folks used daylight savings—some stayed standard.
Most railroads didn't use i
many business firms did. The clock in the town square said one hour; your watch said another. Every appointment had to be checked "Standard and new time?" Transportation companies faced a serious problem, how to get two sets of workers to work at different hours with the same facilities used to transport them all at one hour. Engagements were difficult to make and more than difficult to keep. Radio programs had to be readjusted all over the country, and whenever the two sets of time conflict, nation-wide changes must be made.
The solution of the whole problem seems so simple. If that extra hour of evening golf is vital, or if the American public must have an extra 60 minutes to battle with the weeds in the garden, why not set summer business hours ahead one hour, instead of confusing the time schedule of the nation?
Or can we only struggle out of bed at six by turning up the old darm clock to seven? Has the time come when we all have to ake our castor oil in peppermint!
HATS OFF!
The Kansas City Star is receiv ing many congratulatory messages from the newspaper world since being awarded the Pulitzer prize for the best editorial work during the year 1932. Walter Lippman sums it up when he says, "The judgges, it seems to me, have made an admirable decision."
It is fitting that this high honor should be given the Star. For years this paper has given to its readers an editorial column that's outstanding in its clear and fair presentation of contemporary occurrences, and constructive in its purpose.
The conservative policy of the paper adds a dignity which commands respect and recognition. Lee B. Wood, executive editor of the New York World-Telegram, says, "There is need for editorial responsibility and leadership in the country today as there never was before, and it is particularly gratifying to know that the Pulitzer committee made its editorial award to a newspaper which has campaigned constantly and effectively for national economy and a lower cost of government to the taxpayer."
Hats off to the Star
GRADUATES AND THE EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM
In approximately a month' time a new crop of freshly diploma-ed college graduates will leave the venerable halls of their various Alma Maters forever. Fond parents will gaze upon the commencement activities in hundreds of colleges, in some bewilderment. To them these activities will symbolize the fulfillment of the aims of a lifetime of planning and sacrifice. The ceremony to this type of parent, means that they have been successful in their efforts to aid their son, or daughter, to have a benefit that was denied themselves. In their minds education was an intangible something that would fit their offspring for individual advancement in the form of an increased earning capacity.
This practical viewpoint of the role that education is expected to play in America is fundamentally wrong. It is wrong because in our blind worship of the great god "Practicability" we are beginning to awaken to the fact that blind homage has been paid these many years to a veritable "Kong" that has been straining at its bonds. We are being brought face to face with the realization that after all there are many more things to be accomplished in this world than perfections in technical development processes. The recent breakdown in our economic system has driven home the point that some adequate form of social control must be achieved. Our rapid strides in perfection of machinery shown us how unprepared we are to employ our leisure time to the best cultural advantage, both to ourselves and to society. In short
Vol. XXX
FENCING CUBE.
The Fencing club will hold a tournament Thursday, May 4, in room 202
Robinson gymnasium, commencing at 4:30 p.m. Refreshments will be served. All
members of the organization are requested to be present.
Wednesday, May 3, 1933
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Notices due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11/10 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday lessons.
FENCING CLUB:
E. CLYDE THOROMAN, Armorer.
The regular meeting of the Kansas Association of Chemical Engineers will be held 7:30 Thursday evening, May 4. In room 101 Chemistry building, Dean Salkins will be there.
K. A. C. E.:
ALBERT COOK, Secretary
MACDOWELL:
The regular meeting of MacDowell will be held Thursday, May 4, at 6:30 p.m. at the Monor. Election of officers will take place.
MEN'S GLEE CLUB:
Regular rehearsal will be held in Marvin hall this evening. All members must be present.
HAROLD WALKER, President.
MARY BUTCHER, President.
Regular meeting will be held Thursday at 4:30 p.m. in the rest room of central administration building. JUANITA MORSE, President.
PHI BETA KAPPA:
The annual Phi Beta Kappa initiation will be held at Spooner-Thayer museum at 6 o'clock Thursday evening, May 4, and will be followed at 7 o'clock by the banquet at the University cafeteria. All members of the society are invited.
RAYMUND NICHOLS, Secretary.
There will be a meeting of Pi Mu Epaison Thursday, May 4, at 4:30, in room 217 of east Administration building. Election of new members will be held, and a paper on Self Duan Plane Curves will be given by Miss Lilly Somers.
PI MU EPSILON:
UNIVERSITY WOMEN'S CLUB TEA: GILBERT ULMER, Secretary.
GILBERT ULMER, Secretary
The final tea of the year will be held Thursday, May 4, at 3 p.m. at Myers
hall.
MRS. JOHN ISE.
the depression has made us realize that there is such a thing as a society.
MID-WEEK VARSITY:
The mid-week variety will be held at the Memorial Union building this evening from 8 to 9 o'clock. OZWIN RUTTLEGE, Manager.
But so much the better. Give these folks a hand! Strike up some good interesting conversation in order to encourage them to concentrate on their work!
It is true that usually someone (often two or three sometimes) already occupies the room, struggling to finish up note books, or running out themes in a hurry.
The parents of this year's graduating classes have done a good job. They have lived and played the game under the rules of the system. For this they are to be congratulated. Whether their children have done so is something else again. The only test will come in the next generation when the children of the graduates of 1933 are receiving their sheepkins. If they are brought forth to battle with the same sort of conditions their fathers had to face, then it can truthfully be said that the educational system of our own time was not at all deserving of the money, time, or effort, expended upon it.
WHITE SHOES
It is almost summer in spite of these unreasonable and undesirable cold spells we get every other day or so, for all the students, men and women alike, have turned to the good old summer foot apparel—white shoes.
Here you can discuss at leisure the newest styles; what the boy friend said to Mamie; the ways of all proofs; what's wrong with the world; the best place to lunch, and the newest recipes for—punch.
After the first daring man or woman (which would you guess?) wore his or her pair on the Hill a few weeks ago, everyone has followed the lead.
There's nothing like the typing room for a good old-fashioned visit. If you have tired of the Plaza; if your favorite chair at the Memorial Union is filled; if the folks down at the main desk at the library are too watchful, check out the key to the typing room and get together on your favorite topics.
There is nothing like a neat pair of white shoes to "dress" one up. The women strut along as if they were going to a party rather than to a dull history class. The men swagger worse than when they wear clean cords. If only white shoes would remain as white as they are now! But along about the middle of the summer—how do they get so dirty?
WHY NOT?
The theme song for the approaching finals is to be "I Can't Remember."
BELOW ZERO
A Romance of the North Woods
HAROLD TITUS
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Copyright. 1932.
WNU Service.
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I. "L—Tom" Bellknap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take a complete rest, plans a plan for the exercise of advancement he has made to his son John, just commencing in the business, are broken, for no apparent reason, and no one can intervene. Paul Gorbel, Bellknap's partner, whom John and other business associates of Bellknap cordially dislike, "a bone of trust," would start without a complete understanding.
CHAPTER II. — At Sheoshow, his train delayed by a wreck, John is blind and after a fight mistaken identity, he realizes it is a case of mistaken identity. John learns his father is believed to be his brother's business company. Bewildered and unbelieving, he seeks employment with that company. At the office he finds Gorbel on his desk and out. Gorbel does not recognize him. The girl is Ellen Richards, owner of the company. He letter he carries gives her information about what nap being dropped inadvertently, and John, knowing the feeling against his father, allows Ellen to believe that is
CHAPTER III--Ellen engages John Roecker. He designs tricks designed to handicap operations of the Richards company culminates in a locomotive braking snow blow.
CHAPTER V.—The Richards barn and stables burn in a night fire. In the blazing structure John finds and carries out the dead body of a stranger. He realizes the fire was set, but retuces to believe his father could be alive. In fact, he and Sheriff Bradshaw arrange to work together on the case.
CHAPTER IV—After hero effort Chapman was given the opportunity John, admiring Elen's bravery under the conditions, begins to have a sentimental attachment for the girl, which remains.
CHAPTER VI. — John is satisfied that God affords influence at work, sheltered by "Old Town nap's name and reputation Gorbal discovers that "Steele" is John Belk-
CHAPTER VII—Having evidence of Gorbel's complicity in the burning of his stable, Gorbel admits the dead man had been in his employ and claims he had discharged him for beaten. He and Bradshaw arranged for an autopsy on the body. Gorbel sends an anonymous letter to Ellen, informing her that he was acting that, acting for his father, John is responsible for her business troubles. John is unable to make a satisfactory discharge of her heart, discharges him. CHAPTER VIII—Young Belknap, determined to fight the bitter end to Gorbel's complicity, hones his bel and forces his enemy to give him employment in the Belknap lumber plant. Sheriff Bradshaw clears him out of the burning of the Richards stables.
CHAPTER IX—Gorbel's stenograph, Mary Varnell, whom he has lured from a position in the Belknap offices at Chicago to become his mis-
treas at Kampfelt, turns on him and reveals his treachery to John. An attempt, engineered by Gorbel, to kill himself severely by accident, is unsuccessful.
It was Saturday night; another week was down. He was buying some necessary things when he met Me Wathy.
CHAPTER X
"Say, Garel 'phonehed he'd bargained for another team to be delivered to the hospital,' I told him gone when I came past the barn." "All right; there are empty stalls."
"All right; there are empty stalls.
They can stand 'em in."
They can sound like
"Watchin' your step?"
"Every move!" And John grinned as the other twisted his head in Grim.
He went to sleep dreaming of Eilen Richards, and woke with an empty feeling. . . , Hang on! he told him. Hang on and keep going and you'll be able to show her how much can be laid on can be at old Tong door!
with his regrets and tears and hopes
... He felt particularly lonely as he waited.
He was out at four o'clock, wailing through new drains towards the barn where he had been for many days. He would have little to do throughout the day; might even take to the swamp on snowshoes for a few minutes to watch with his secrets and fears, hopes.
The barn was silent; no one was about. He opened the door and reached for the lanten that hung in front of the shed, warm snail of the stable was strong.
He swung his lantern and looked to the left.
"Hello!" he muttered.
A strange, black horse was standing beneath, halter rope dangling, eying him with head up. Coal black, night figure, though the eye looked实见, though the eye looked实见.
One of the new horses, delivered last night, probably, and insecurely tied.
"Well, boy, enjoyning liberty?" John asked, and slipping the innermail over one arm advanced, hand extended to catch the rope.
He should have been warned now, bad the light been better. He could have been in charge or framed as he approached. He was wholly unprepared for the charge.
With a squeat that stopped John's heart, with his lip flickering over the long, yellow tooth, with a greenish skin tone in his eyes, the natural pulsed him!
All in a flash. In a split second, John swayed backward, not daring to turn, and used the only weapon he had: the lantern. He swung it as the horse reared. Swung it the whole length of his breast. He was on his face's face as he poised for the downward pitch that would mean broken bones and torn flesh.
So quickly it did happen, so close the quarters, that John could not turn him off. He blocked him, without niche or corner within reach to use as sanction. To the right stood other horses, and on the nearest danced and wring his tail.
The animal cried out as the lantern struck his nose. The glass broke with a crash and a tinkling; the light went out. John had a vague impression of the horse going allyways, over a turn, in his navigation, as he quickly turned and fled.
He did not go far. Feet thudded behind him. The killer squealed again, and as John caught a stanchion in one hand and swung himself in beside another horse the black thundered on his heels.
"Whon!" he cried, as the horse which gave blim protection kicked.
Against the faint glow from millyard lights that penetrated the dusty windows he could see the black there, stamping, crowding to get into the window and squeezed and lunged forward as the black's teeth minced his hip.
John was up in the manger by then,
trying to quiet the one horse as the
chief soldier
He stood, a bit shaky, stroking the snuffling muzzle in the darkness.
The black was standing there, waiting for him, he thought, walking like a surly bear might wait for his quarry to emerge, stamping now and again.
The other horses were restless from the disturbance.
John slipped through into the feed alley, found a pitchfork, walked along to the far end of the building and crawled through the hay window into a box-stall, used for sick horses when occasion demanded.
He stood against the door which gave into the stall row, listening. Then, careful to make little sound, he moved toward the feed alley again and moved along, trying to locate the strange horse. He found that the animal was now standing behind a vacant stall, behind himself, almost as though listening himself.
Cautiously John crawled through to the manger, standing erect, dragging his sword from the ground down and with a quick stridle, fork held before him, was in the litterary,
"You!" he cried, and leaped forward.
The animal squealed again. His hoops beat the straw-padded floor he he gathered himself for another charge. And then he cried out in pain as the fork threw raked his face, as they provided his chest, mercifully.
He could hear the savage teeth popping in the darkness, felt a fore-foot strike out at the torturing fork. But the animal relentlessly gave ground.
At the door of the boxstall John swung the fork sideways at the horse's head to turn him. The beast
"Back, You! Get Back!"
figure out' he mattered.
The first of the teamsters trailed in
bit and struck. He made a stand, there, until John got the time points against the neck and shoved, and with a scream the black yielded, turned into the box-stall and thundered to a far corner.
John had the door closed in a second,
the set he taped in place and drew a
stripe.
as daylight dove back the shadow,
"Here, Tim; take a look at this
"Now, . . . Something else to figure out!" he muttered.
The man came down behind the house and John let down a window in front of him.
"My G—I" the nun said. "That's
that's where she renegade! What's that
barsen does!"
John explained that the horse had been sold to Gorbal and had been die in the fire.
"Gorbel bought him?" he demanded,
"Cripes, that horse's been in this country for five years and Debronsty the only man who walks with can get on and come away when you mean, Gortel was thinking of brain'in him?"
John shrugged.
"That's the way I took it. Where does this Deer Forest live?"
"Three mile west and half a mile south."
"I guess, so long as I'm running
this bunny, we'll try to do without him,
but I don't."
"If you want me around here; or anybody else who knows that horse, you will!" Why, it's a wonder he alert men and men. And you handled him alone?"
Three miles west and half a mile south over steil roads, and an hour later came the horse who got him nowhere. The horse trader, shrewd, traculent, was a hard nut to crack and his defiant story of escape from slavery showed a struble property seemed to hold water.
As John went slowly back towards town he saw two people on skis a quarter of a mile away. He watched them for a time and made up his mind that it was Gorbel with Marie. He looked at her while she although because of the glare of an early March sun on the snow he could not be sure.
Gorbel was spreading out dangerously, but he strengthened his defenses as he went and it would be difficult to prove that he was even remotely aware of these attacks on John's well-being. It gave a man something to think about!
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