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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN. LAWRENCE. KANSAS
TUESDAY, MAY 2, 1933
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TUESDAY, MAY 2, 1933
EVERYBODY'S BOOKS ARE NOBODY'S BOOKS
An absurd idea seems to prevail among many students that because books belong to the library they are no one's property, and hence can be abused and ill-treated in any way that they see fit.
Underlining passages, blotting with ink, tearing out pages or illustrations, and writing sarcastic remarks in the margin may seem immaterial to the person performing the destruction, but to the next reader these acts constitute a distinct annoyance, if not an actual loss. Perhaps the person who eats and tears off corners isn't even conscious of his actions, but other students who use the book after him fully realize his weakness.
It is extremely important in these stringent times that we preserve every educational resource which we possess, and library books are one of the most educational devices we have. A solicitous care in their use will be of benefit to all students.
After hearing a well-known professor declare that the film, "Christopher Strong," was unwholesome, we have been wondering how much the theater manager gave her for inducing the students so subtly to attend the picture.
DISASTROUS POPULARITY
While the celebration of President's day last Sunday was unquestionably well-motivated, nevertheless there lurks in the sentiment behind it a danger to the present administration that may in time handicap it in its efforts to carry out the affairs of the government. President Roosevelt enlivens a confidence seldom extended by any people to an executive in power. From the first, his administration has been dramatized to the fullest extent of its possibilities by the unusual situation under which he took office. His every action has been watched by the people of this country with thoroughness. He has been in the spotlight.
If the confidence of the country in the President and his advisers continues to grow, there is a danger that the administration will be idealized, will come to be regarded as somewhat above human frailties. The President will take the form of a superman, who can do no wrong.
Such an attitude would be unfortunate. It would remove the spirit of critical watchfulness on the part of the public that is so essential if a chief executive is to be held directly accountable for his policies and his actions. It would undoubtedly cause the ultimate downfall of the administration in popular favor, whether such a downfall was justified or not. Mr. Roosevelt's predecessor entered office heralded as the Great Engineer, the man destined to lead the American people to new and greater heights, but he fell victim to a wave of over-population that led to disastrous defeat when he ran for re-election. The possibility of a recurrence of a wave of adverse sentiment is not in the least remote.
PINCH HITTER NEEDED?
The batting averages of many students at this time of the year are far below what they should be scholastically. In desperation many of them are striving for long hits to impress the instructors who are acting as managers of this educational baseball club known as the University.
Envious glances are given the lad or lassie who, in his or her turn at bat, comes through with a hard clean single in characteristic fashion of the season's play. The coaches seem to like this daily preparedness. These same students know the value of a sacrifice in this baseball game. Many shows, dates, and sprees have "flied out" and advanced a grade for extra bases as these players "play the game."
The pitches are coming in hard and fast. The pitcher is a strikeout king in this league and very few bases on balls will be issued. It's the last half of the ninth and a pinch-hitter is needed.
Imagine the consternation of the young pair bent on going to the oratorical contest Tuesday night who went to the wrong place and found themselves at an Eastern Star reception. They left—seeing stars!
CLEANLINESS BEGINS AT HOME
The announcement by Mayor Spalding that the city of Lawrence would observe a Clean Up Week could well be heeded and followed by University students. The simple fact that nature and the early settlers combined to create a beauty spot for the situation of our school is not sufficient reason to take it for granted that it will remain ever beautiful without care.
Inumerable beds of blooming tulips and countless yards of green grass can not conceal discarded cigarette and gum wrappers, superfluous notepaper and what not. Strips of muddy black across a green lawn are remarkably successful in ruining the entire appearance.
With the improvements around the campus that must be made—torn up walks and torn down buildings—the grounds need all the encouragement possible in order to put forth an attractive appearance. Student co-operation in this matter is the least that can be expected.
The Treasury reports that some $700,000,00 in hoarded gold is still to be accounted for. Darn! We were afraid we'd get caught.
CLASS ASSIGNMENTS
The fact is that the American system of universities is arranged to defeat the progress of any student above the group. The reasoning, if you can call it that, behind the arrangement has been most succinctly put by a professor squeleing a complaining student with, "Rats, college students can't think!"
It is really small wonder that the universities of the United States produce so few scientists. Of course Americans do stand fairly high in the ranks of scientific investigators, but very few of America's men of learning have been able to make more than a half-hearted beginning in their field while in school. It has only been after they have escaped from the unceasing flow of class assignments that they have been able to advance.
There is nothing more stifling to true initiative than the usual semester lists of class assignments. Write them or be damned, seems to be the helpful attitude that the college professor assumes.
And the professor may be assured that college students won't think as long as they are forced to do stereotyped lessons and note-books.
Before anyone else mentions it,
let us remind you guys and
youse girls that there are only five
more weeks left in this semester.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
--tory explanation, and Ellen, against the dictates of her heart, discharges him: CHAPTER IIIL - Young Belkap, doves that sing, save his father's reputation, faces Gorbel and forces his enemy to give him employment in the Belkap lumber plant. Sheen Bradshaw cleverly investigates the burning of the Richards stables.
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The regular meeting will be held at 4:35 Wednesday in room 32 Administration building. JESIE PICKEL, President.
APPEALS TO PARKING COMMITTEE:
HRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION:
Tuesday, May 2. 1933
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.
All appeals to the Parking committee for release from fines must be presented in person at 4:30 Wednesday, May 3, in Mr. Werner's office, room 1 Administration building. This is the last hearing this year.
FENCING CLUB:
JOE BALCH, Chairman
E. CLYDE THOROMAN, Armorer.
K. A. C. E.:
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 Warren Building.
ALBERT COOK, Secretary.
LE CERCLE FRANCAIS:
Le Cercle Français se reunit mercredi a quatre heures et demie, salle 306 Fraser hall. Tous ceux qui parlent française sont invites.
MACDOWELL:
MARY SHRUM, Secretaire.
The regular meeting of MacDowell will be held Thursday, May 4, at 6:30 o'clock at the Manor. Election of officers will take place.
ONCE AT THE SUMMER. Elective officers will be MARY BUTCHER, President.
It is a well known but deplorable fact that the honor system is not effective in colleges and universities whose only entrance requirement is scholastic proficiency in some small degree. Too many students are required to be admitted, but lack the integrity necessary to make the system a success—Purdue Exponent.
MARTIN. Initiation of pledges and election of officers will be held tonight at 7:30 in room 110 Marvin hall.
JAMES NAISMITH.
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JUANITA MORSE, President.
EL LAMERA TIFEA.
PAN-HELLENIC DELEGATES:
Rush cards may be obtained from me at 1144 Louisiana.
PI LAMBDA THETA:
Meeting for election of officers will be held this evening at 7:30 in room 119 Fraser hall. Following will be an address by Dean Howard A. Schwinger.
UNIVERSITY WOMEN'S CLUB TEA
The final tea of the year will be held Thursday, May 4, at 3 p.m. at Myers hall.
MRS. JOHN ISE.
The WS GA. Council will meet this evening at 7 o'clock in room 5 of the Memorial Union building.
LILA LAWSON, President.
HONOR SYSTEMS
W. S. G. A. COUNCIL:
JAY JANES:
Do not forget the meeting Wednesday at 4:30 in the rest room of central Administration building, to be followed by a dinner at the cafeteria. All committees please report.
WITHOUT A MORAL
HARRIETT SHAW, President, ARLEEN WADE, Secretary.
Consider the early worm
But whatever you get from the story, give the early bird a moment's rest, and consider the early worm!
Our Contemporaries
Probably there is no moral in his sudden end. Undoubtedly it is too early in the morning to consider the ways of caution, or the wages of ambition. Possibly one can grieve for the thin and lonely wife, or for the children, vainly waiting for the bacon.
He was only a long, slippery angle worm, and he had started out to bring home the bacon too early in the morning. Half way between West Ad and the street he collided forbly with the heel of a hurrying co-ed. While wiser angle worms hugged the warm hearth-side in their Mt. Oread burrows, and waited for the 8:30 rush to be over, he had neglected the timid judgments of his wriggly wife, and foraged forth—to tragedy.
Recently an entire class at Syracuse university received a grade of incomplete as a result of the action taken by five of its members. These five students walked out of an examination room, refraining to compete with the others, and left the building which was defeating the purposes of the honor system in use there.
This is just another instance where the honor system of conducting examinations has failed. It has been tried in numerous American colleges and universities, but cases has failed out, due to inherent dishonesty of a few irresponsible students.
It is interesting to note, however, that in some institutions the plan does work, and works well. An example is Antioch college, a relatively small coeducational institution. When an examination is given there, the instructor, upon entering the examination room gives out the questions and paper, and immediately walks out, leaving the matter of cribbing up to each individual. Students are permitted to leave the room at any time, and may return at any time within three hours duration of the examination. This is a privilege which is highly valued there, and any students observed cheating are immediately ostracized by their fellow-classmates.
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BELOW
ZERO
•
A Romance
of the
North Woods
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By
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1992.
WNU Service
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansan Business Office.
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I. "Tom" Belknap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take a complete rest, plans a new workshop of advancement he has made to his son John, just commencing in the business, are broken, for no apparent reason, and Paul Gorbel, Belknap's partner, whom John and other business associates of Belknap cordially dislike, is a bone of contention. Father and son part with him.
CHAPTER II. — At Sheoostring, his train delayed by a wreck, John is ordered to leave at once. He refuses, and after a fist fight, his attackers realize it is a case of mistaken identification. He leaves to be out to wreck the Richards lumber company. Bewildered and unbelieving, he seeks employment with that company. At the office he finds Gorbel bullying a young girl, and throws him in the water. The girl is Ellen Richards, owner of the company. A letter he carries gives John's name as John Steele, the Belkman being dropped inadvertently, and allowing the feeling against his father, allows Ellen to believe that is his name.
CHAPTER III—Ellen engages John Wood, a master tricks designed to handicap operations of the Richards company culminates in his dramatic drawing a snow plane.
CHAPTER V.—The Richards barn barn and the blazing structure John finds and carries out the dead body of a stranger. He is sent to believe his father could be a party to such an act. Steele and Sheriff Bradshaw arrange to work together on the blazing structure.
CHAPTER IV...After her effort, heroic John admits that he was wrong. John, admiring Elsen's bravery under the conditions, begins to have a sentimental attachment for the girl, which he finds beautiful.
CHAPTER VI. —John is satisfied that Game Center worked, sheltered by "Old Tom" Beilkap's name and reputation. Gorbel discovers that "Steele" is John Belk-
CHAPTER VII—Having evidence of Gorbel's complicity in the burning of the house, he interviews him. Gorbel admits the dead man had been in his employ and claims he had discharged him for being a conspirator. Steele and Bradshaw arranged for an autopsy on the body. Gorbel agrees an autopsy was warranted on her of "Steele's" identity, and inimating that, acting for his father, John Steele is unable to make a satisfie-
CHAPTER IX—Gorbel's stenographer, Marie Varnoll, who he has lured from a position in the Belknap offices at Chicago to become his mistress at Kampfeld, turns on him and he is murdered by an unhappy temp, engineered by Gorbel, to kill John, apparently by accident, is unsuccessful.
The recreation hall was accommodating its usual evening throng when John entered. He passed among tables where smear and checkers encounters took place, and the fireplace towards the pool tables with their shaded green lights.
Baxter was sitting against the wall, a pimply faced lind grinning at him from one side; another lofer sitting bent far forward, elbows on his knees; sycophants. He looked up, perhaps a trifle warlly, as John applauded. His hands were in his pockets, one foot crossed over the other knee.
"Put up your foot, Haxter." John said sharply, coming to a halt before he
The man started.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Put up your foot!"
"Who says so?" he asked truenely.
"I do. Put it up!" The man laughed.
"If you want my foot up," he growled, drawing his hands from his pockets, "you go down and git it and—"
Jon went down with a sweep and a crouch, a swing of his one hand, fastening on the man's ankle, a backward grip, and leaning over the chair with a thud, a crash, an onth.
One leg in the air, held there by that hand, seated on the floor for a split second, the man gaped while his face flooded with unliness.
J Star stared down at the scale; big scale; little stars, ercep rubber on the back.
"Thought so!" he said with a sharp nod and let so the resisting lie go.
Baxter had started to turn over with a mighty heave of his great body as John reinlquished his grip. His foot dropped and upset him again, but he came up with an agile scramble, cursing, clenching his fists.
But a man, even a fighting man, a bullying fightman, does not wade in and crush a man who stands before him, mind on something other than him so completely that he pays it off to the drawing back of your fist.
Baxter remained poised, ready to strike, but not striking, facing the torrent of words from young John Beklain, who stepped closer, one hand, palm upward, extended in a businesslike sideways gesture.
"If you'd put it up, it saved you being set down on your tail, Baxter. I wanted to see the bottom of your new rubber because I found a track in the snow a couple of hours ago and, put alongside of other things I found out, I figured your rubber made upholstery. I had no reputation to upholster, I suppose, but never when I tell you to do a thing I want you to do it!
"Don't get ready to fight yet!" John went on, as he might have talked to an enraged child, "Maybe there'll be some fighting between us, but not until you've had your chance to get out of it."
"Chance!" Baxter shouted, "Say,
you got a lot of guts, talkin' of given'
me a chance to get out of fighting
you!"
John nodded, "Yes, I have. Enough guts so you don't scare me very much, Baxter. And plenty to tell you what I've come to tell."
Baxter's eyes swept a segment of the circle about them; he swallowed quickly. This was something new in the way of an encounter.
"Tell? What you got to tell me?" he demanded.
“This. Probably you’ve heard the boys sayning that I came pretty near my milk. A load let go and I had to take to the pond. I trusted those siskins, Baxter. They’re the best patient made. I didn’t think they’d let me.
"My guess seems to 've been pretty good. In the fresh snow behind that car were a man's trucks. He'd come from between lumber piles where no windows had been built, stood for quite a time in the shadow of the trucks; he stopped down there, to see what was going on on the other side of the car. When the thing happened that he'd waited and watched the cars go by, and let 'em go. Then he ran . . ."
He paused a moment and his eyes, for the first time, smoldered.
"He didn't get me, Baxter. I go out and found his tracks in the snow. I measured his foot; I saw the print of stars on the heel and a crepe sole. They were new rubbers. So are yours. You haven't measured your yets, because I want to give you a run for your money.
He extended his hands.
"I've got this proposition to make:
If you weren't the man in those rubbers, stay right here in Kampest. If you're here tomorrow night at this time I'm coming in here and take your rubber off and measure it and if it's too thick I will pull it out who tried to make pulp of me with saw logs, I'm going to make pulp of you with the only things I know how to fight with! . . . These!"
"Be extended its inheritance.
"Baxter, you don't know what a
hard! blear! You've got it by in some of your fracuses because people were afraid of you. A man who's afraid is afraid of you. I am no more afraid of you than I am of the sweet west wind, I don't like your kind. I'd get a lot of satisfaction out of knocking your block off and getting the hang of it all I've got to say. Good night!"
He turned and in an amazed silence made his way towards the door.
Baxter hitched at his pants and turned, looking into the faces about him, so he did not scavenge, swiveling admiration of the admittedly inferior, not the approACHIVE glances of men who feared him. He saw only contempt and riling smiles. He knew well enough what they were saying, but he countered fear by finding a man who had no fear. He fell into a morose silence from which he roused now and again to mutter threats of what would happen if John so much as stuck his foot on the fence in front of night . . . But he was afraid, this Baxter; caught between two fires. From behind, Gorbel, with a club over his head, was goaled; beyond waited a youth who dismissed his threats as casually as he would brush at a
CHAPTER X
"Any place. . . Out of this dump!"
Baxter growled.
And when the way freight went through Kampfest at two the next morning a heavy man with a grain on his shoulder boarded the cabose.
"Got a new job for you," he said. "So?"
It was at noon the next day that
John took to the foreman, mailed
John as he returned.
"Yeah. Barn boss. Ever run a barn before?"
McNeely whitted off a chew of plug before he spoke again.
"Well," he said dryly, "I guess you're barn hoss, anyhow." He stared through the dusty window a moment and then turned troubled eyes on the man behind him. He laughed. I heard you hay out Baxter. He hauled between days, but . . . I got just this to say "grimly": "Watch your feet up. I've decided I would wait for a while man but things change, seem to to. Or else wolves are snipping' off their sheepskins."
"And you don't want to talk because you just playing a hunch, a hunch."
"News!" he whispered. "Here.
"Here's the telergens and a flashlight."
John spread the sheets on his knees and snapped on the beam.
That night a letter was waiting for John, postmarked Shoosering. Within was a single sheet of paper and written on it the words:
"Meet me in the same place—N. B." The sheriff was there before him, driving his team to keep them from cooling too rapidly.
"Yeah. That come first!" Brad
shattered, leaning forward to see.
"What's that?"
"North Star Lumber Co. subsidiary to Mid-West Forest Products stop Latter incorporated year ago in Michigan stop North Star statement excellent and carries comfortable cash balance locally."
"Now when I got that," Nat said, "the拓图了 to Lansing. "I'd say 'ay'."
"Mid-West Forest Products articles Incorporated show Deman Hill pres, Paul Gorbel vice pres, Agnes Hill scyce, and treas."
a pearl in the sea.
"XN" said Matt L. "it's Gorbe's brother-in-law. This North Star company seems to be all in the family. What's the low-down, if it's any of my friends?"
John told, briefly, what Marie had told him, and the sheriff whistled.
"Rimmin' your father all ways from the jack! If he ain't a crook!"
"Poor old Tom!" John muttered.
"This'll hurt. If there has been anything he prided himself on, it was picking him. This is the first time I know of that he's gone away wrong. Finding it out'll be like poison to him."
"It looks, son, like you were doin' a whole lot to drain that poison out. What's happened here since you had your talk with this stenographer?"
The boy related yesterday's happen-
ness and his change of work, and the sher-
man's reaction.
"He's out to get you, Johnny!" he
wrote and said do as McWheels says
and watch you.
John laughed. "HI-1, Nat, were just getting ready to spring the trap. Have you heard anything from the University?"
"Ain't time yet, I reckon. They say it takes about a week to get a stomach analysis and the mall, with that stomach in it, was just about timed to hit a two-day blizzard they had below that tied everything up."
"Do you think there's a chance he might get scared and jump?" John asked.
The sheriff pondered a moment.
"Not much chance," he said. "He's got too much at stake to jump before he's sure trouble is on his heels. No . . . he won't jump."
John itched to be at the bank records, to know what they might reveal, but he could make no move in that direction without exposing his entire hand. So he waited, performing his duties about the barn, spending his evenings in the recreation hall. Since his encounter with Mr. Hodgson mutilated ceased planting at sight of a rich man's son taking life as they took it. He was as much one of them as the son of the boss ever could be. They respected him.
(To be Continued)