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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1933
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FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1933
GRANT THE PRIVILEGE
Along about this time of year, seniors raise their annual plea for being excused from taking final examinations. Being a senior, all we can see are arguments for the proposal. In the first place, it would serve as a nice complimentary gesture to the departing students. It would enable them to leave the University with a definite feeling of good will toward it, which would be eminently worthwhile.
It would give the senior that extra time in which to do the thousand and one things that call for his time during the last few weeks of his college career. It would enable him further to cement friendships with classmates who soon will be scattered. The senior could spend the time profitably integrating and combining what he has learned during his time in school. He needs to think about what he has learned, to attempt to form a philosophy.
The senior could use this extra time, should he be relieved of the necessity of taking final examinations, in looking for a job. He's going to have to spend lots of time doing that; why not give him a chance to do a little of it before he leaves academic halls? To be taken into consideration also, is the fact that seniors do not take final examinations very seriously. They figure that it will soon be all over anyway and that a senior won't be flunked, so what's the use? Taking the examination in this state of mind is harmful. The granting of this concession to the seniors will do no harm, will work much good, and should be permitted by University authorities.
Do you know the professor who drove his car downtown, parked it on a side street, carefully locked it, and then spent two hours after the transaction of his business searching for it on the main street and finally went home after reporting its theft to the police? Is his face red?
In the face of this calm, dispassionate logic, can University authorities refuse the privilege?
THE NEW GRADING SYSTEM
The N.S.F.A. convention which met here last week proposed a change in the grading system which called for a three-point instead of a five-point system such as is used at present. The convention decided that A's, B's, C's, and D's should be abolished, and that the marks given should be satisfactory, unsatisfactory, and H. The mark H would indicate excellent work; superior to that denoted by the grade A.
This new plan would do away with many evils of the old system. If it were adopted, students would no longer be tempted to "polish apples" with instructors merely to get A's instead of B's. It would probably eliminate much cheating in examinations, for much of the temptation to cheat would be taken away along with the A's and B's. Furthermore, the new system would reduce the likelihood of students' ruining their health by studying too hard in an effort to make straight A's.
But the system would also have several disadvantages. Its main weakness would be that it would not provide an incentive to study. Although it will be admitted that studying for grades alone is not the right philosophy of education, it may nevertheless be said that studying for grades is at least profitable in a small degree to those who have that end in mind.
The difficulty with the new system, then, would be that it would make many students lax in their school work, and would not increase materially the standard of scholarship maintained by those who come to school for an education.
TIME
The somewhat insignificant writer who once said "Life to be lived at all must be condensed," might have had in mind the life of a college student.
Not that college students are or should be dissatisfied with their life, but they certainly must condense it. Studies, pleasures, meetings, classes, work, and hill entertainments are crowded into each day. Only now and then do spare moments give a fellow a little time to stop and think just by himself.
In many respects a busy condensed life teaches the student to do his work quickly and as thoroughly as his conscience may demand. The pity is that it has taught him to permit many opportunities, for fun and for gain, to escape, simply by saying "I haven't time."
THE VIOLETS ARE OUT
And the sweet williams, those long stemmed, fragrant blue flowers that grow along the creek banks, waiting to be plucked in great bunches. On the higher ground are the crab-apple trees, just beginning to bloom. The trees look a mass of reddish-pink from a short distance, but on closer inspection the green of the leaves and the brown twigs blend into a darker color. The buds are red, and folded like tiny paper lanterns, which opening, burst into pink blossoms that cover the small trees in profusion.
The redbuds are falling now, but along the dusty roads in farmhouse yards are great lilac bushes in full bloom. Away from the road and back in the shaded slopes of the pastures are violets, hundreds of them, many growing long-stemmed through the pads of brown leaves left from last fall. The leaves blow in the spring breezes and go scattering like little animals, or like ghosts of the severed hand in the famous gruesome short story. Other leaves have fallen into the little rills and lie splotched and brown, looking far down in the clear, nitrogen-charged water.
There are scores of other little flowers, whose names are known only to the botanists or to those who have seen and known them before: six-petalled white blossoms, large yellow flowers on short stems—like giant dandelions—and dandelions themselves, of course, there there is bluegrass, sheep's sorrel, oak-buds growing from saplings, another tree filled with bloom like the crab apple, only white—hawthorn, perhaps. The easter lilies are gone, leaving a pod nestled against the ground at the end of the long stem; unnoticed except for the two pointed leaves standing so proudly by. And the may apples—may umbrellas—are almost ready to bloom.
THE TWILIGHT HOUR
Soft clouds drifting through the sky; the pale pinks and yellows of sunset giving way to darker shades of blue and purple. The whole world hums and sings during the twilight hour.
Low-swung roadsters glide slowly down the street. Boys and girls ride serenely and happily by, singing and laughing as they answer the call of spring. Gypsies and vagabonds are they all, floating away from care and restraint.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Notice due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days.
11:30 a.m. to Sunday for Sunday issue.
COSMOPOLITAN CLUB:
There will be a special meeting of the Cosmopolitan club on Sunday at 132 Vest Campus road, Initiation of new members and the nomination of officer to the board.
Friday, April 28, 1933
Truly, what a Utopia college must be to this person. J.D.B.
K. I. SYMPHONY AND LITTLE SYMPHONY:
Sectional rehearsals will be held on Saturday morning in room 304 Administration building as follows: 9 o'clock, violas; 10 o'clock, Woodwinds; 11 o'clock, second violins. K. O. KUERSTEINER, Director.
Again, I don't suppose this writer has had the experience of landing in a class that backfired—or did the scribe withdraw, as is so kindly offered as the way-out in the editorial referred to—and spend another semester in school? I hope I was wrong, although this student has ever been faced with the necessity of taking dull and stupid pre-requisites in order to get a course that was necessary.
PAN-HELLENIC DELEGATES:
Rush cards may be obtained from me at 1144 Louisiana street Monday and any time thereafter.
JUANITA MORSE, President.
PI LAMBDA THETA:
Neither has this writer, it appears, had to work and so be faced with a choice of what classes are open at the hours not otherwise occupied, either in taking the courses concerned with that student's major or occupied by work.
Meeting for election of officers will be held Tuesday, May 2, at 7:30 in room 119 Fraser. Following will be an address by Dean Raymond A. Schwegler.
MARGARET E. ROBERTS, Secretary.
The final order for invitations will go to the engraver Monday night. May 1. All seniors who have not placed their orders are urged to do so at the Business office before that time.
THE INVITATIONS COMMITTEE.
SENIORS:
SELF SUPPORTING MEN AND WOMEN STUDENTS:
Students who are working in addition to their regular school work are invited to a social Saturday evening, April 29, in room 222 central Administration building. A short business meeting precedes at 8:15.
SOCIALISTS AND LIBERALS:
There will be a brief meeting of the Socialist club at 8 o'clock this evening in the rest room on the second floor of the Administration building. Topics of general interest will be discussed; anti-war statement or petition will be considered. Those interested are invited to attend. A. G. BILLINGS.
A happy world revels in the last few minutes of a driving day.
Editor Daily Kansan:
few minutes of a dying day.
The dusk grows thicker, the light dimmer. Cars become less frequent; the songs are only memories fading away. Twilight has lived its short hour, and as the tiny, silver thread of a new moon rises over the hills, the darkness of night envelops the campus lanes and trails.
Campus Opinion
THE PLACE OF THE AIRSHIP
The writer of the recent editorial "Why Take It" receives my heartiest congratulations. That person has most certainly lived through a beautiful series of experiences in college life. It is evident from the editorial that this particular student has never had to fill the group requirements. Or has this gritty editorial writer merely one of those people with such widely diversified interests that any course is fascinating?
L. WRAY CHOATE.
Last week the latest and largest of the modern airships was taken from its hanger at Akron, Ohio, and subjected to a trial run. And how fitting the word "trial" is in this instance. The launching of the new air-craft, coming as it does so close upon the heels of one of the greatest tragedies in the history of aviation, was watched with particular interest. The advisability of expending large sums of money in these huge "lighter than air" ships is still a debatable issue with some of our national legislators, and Congress has received many protesting letters crying against any further expenditures in this particular field.
It is safe to assume that the present temper of the country will not readily countenance the spending of large sums in the field of experimental aviation. The recent disaster of the Akron relegates to the background the old cry that such ships are an integral part of our system of national defense. When what was not at its height a storm of severe proportions could completely demolish the Akron, it is evident that the efficiency of this type of ship in war maneuvers is doubtful.
With conditions in the state in which they now are, our government would do well to devote its energies to the business of social planning and tax relief.
BELOW
ZERO
•
A Romance
of the
North Woods
•
By
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1922.
WNU Service
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
CHAPTER I - "Tom" Belknap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take a complete rest, places a man in a wheelchair and of advancement he has made to his son John, just commencing in the business, are broken, for no apparent reason. Paul Gorbel, Belknap's partner, whom John and other business associates of Belknap cordially dislike, is a bone of him, but never without a complete understanding.
CHAPTER II. --At Shoestring, his train delayed by a wreck, John is taken to the hospital and after a fist fight, his attackers realize it is a case of mistaken identity. John learns his father is believed to have been in a Gorbel company. Bewildered and unbelieving, he seeks employment with that company. At the office he finds Gorbel on the desk, but Gorbel does not recognize him. The girl is Ellen Richards, owner of a clothing store. John's name as John Stecke, the Balkenvan being dropped inadvertently, and John, knowing the feeling against his name, allows Ellen to believe that is his name.
CHAPTER III--Ellen engages John as foreman. A series of underhand auctions are planned for the sale of the Richards company culminates in the deleterate wrecking of a locomo-tion.
CHAPTER IV—After heroic effort, the team learns that he really tells John, admiring Elie's bravery in the conditiona, begins to have a sentimental attachment for the girl, which
CHAPTER V.—The Richards barn barn was a strange blazing structure John finds and carries out the dead body of a stranger. He has no idea what his father could be a party to such an act. Steele and Sheriff Bradshaw arrange to work together on
CHAPTER VI—John is satisfied that the work, sheltered by "Old Tom" Belk.nap's name and reputation. Gorbel discovers that "Steele" is John Belk.
CHAPTER VII.-Having evidence of Gorbel's complicity in the burning of the Richards stables near Bradshaw interview, Gorbel has been dead man had he been in his employ and claims he had discharged him for beating Steele and Bradshaw arranged for an autopsy on the body. Gorbel sends an anonymous letter to Ellen, informing him that he is unaware of what is happening that, acting for his father, John is responsible for her business troupless experience at him and against the dictates of her heart, discharges him. CHAPTER VIII.-Young Belkap, a nurse who is unaware of theexistence of his father's reputation, faces Gorbel and forces his enemy to give him employment in the Belkap lumber company, devises Gorbel to incriminate himself in the burning of the Richards stables.
CHAPTER IX—Gorbel's stenogram-
lated from a position in the Belkapm
offices at Chicago to become his mi-
nistress at Kampfert, turns on him and
demonstrates his skills.
CHAPTER IX
"It's a long story, Mr. Belknap. It's the kind of a story with a moral, far as I'm concerned, I guess," She laughed a trifle bitterly.
I'm coming clean. I've got to to, show you how I know these things, and to make you understand why I call 'em to you. A girl's got to square as long as the other party does. I've done my part up here. I've been doing everything in the same thing!" And now her voice was course, unpleasant, filled with anger.
"Don't misjudge me, Mr. Belkappi! Please don't do that! I was only a kid when Paul Gorbel commenced coming into the Chicago office. I was a typist there and he . . . , well . . . he propositioned me while he was in aid of Ohio Chicago, seeing our four henchmen, willing to help him here. I was to come up here as his secretary. As soon as we could make good with the town, so there wouldn't be any gossip, he said, he'd be married. Well, we made good with the town. He's smart; I've been awful careful. We've got hy, but I haven't heard any wedding bells! "First it was a wedding bell," he said, because he's awful particular about his standing. Then it was something else again . . .
"But a year ago Paul came back all in a buff. Your father wasn't just satisfied with the way things were going, but with the fact that about the plant and the bank that were hard for Paul to answer. He came up himself, just as snow came, and there was a lot of秋 scratching, and he never found out anything. But he never found out anything."
"You see, everything had been between Pant and your father. None of the others in the Chicago office had anything to do with it. This plant had supervised and nodded like the company plants are. I never knew why."
"Now Paul commenced to figure that he was about through with your father. He'd gone as far as he could in getting stock in this company. He was going a good deal further in other wars that I'll explain after a while."
"All along, I'd had a feeling that he wasn't shooting straight with me. I hadn't been here a month before I was sure of it. It seems that he been trying to make this Ellen Richards for a—
"Surprise you!" she laughed as she felt John start violently. "Well, he had! He'd been gone on her since before her father died, but the old man didn't like him and I guess what happened was that he came to this girl, because she did not fall."
"I it under my skin, of course. A girl can't help it if she gets jealous, Mr. Belkmann. Wash, as I say, she didn't ask her to marry you now, after her father died. You see, the bank here had a lot of their notes and Paul knew all about her affairs. He got his big idea about that he wrote. I remember the day he hit on it.
"I'm not dumb! Not exactly!" I watched and listened and put two and two together and found out his scheme. He figured that the Richards com- **He could close it up in a few weeks if he could crowl it a little harder. He wanted to do that but he didn't dare until he heard your father was going to Europe. He counted the days un- **he had been that he was safe and then opened up**
She laughed, a bit nervously.
"I guess you know what happened. Well, he did it, all on his own, and wind it so your father wouldn't get wind of what was going on before he sailed. He started gumming up my railroad; he brought in this Baxter to me. I told him about other things that I don't know about probably, thinking he could force her to the wall, buy at his own price and then he could go over there as a sole owner, leaving his stock in this company in this bank as security for the loan it would take to swish the deal. Got it? Hed be free of your father,
notes in payment for that good luck at cull prices. In other words, he's stealing Pelham Manor billet "blows" John stood there, nothing ruined. John stood there, so close to her, relentful emotions surging in his heart.
"Now I happen to know how he worked it. He let the story out—as he's a way of doing—that your father was responsible for all this. He's not going to make that pretty cute, I'll say. But you, Mr Bellnap, sort of upset his buggy!"
"He found out who this John Stille was and you ought to've heard him rave! He dictated that letter and I heard him, "the young man you showed up here and went for it kicked him for a loop! He was scared stiff. He laid off the Richards job and started in, tryin' to make her agile"—durkly. The dirty double
She fumbled for a handkerchief and blew her nose with vigor.
"Well!" John with his heart
rapping his ribs. "Well, and it's about
as I had it there," he played.
"I'm using my father's cards
and my father's name!"
"That's it!" But that aln' the half of it, John! Again her hand on us
"The thing that got your father suspicious was how the lumber was grading. It showed up an awful cut, low-grade stuff. The more we cut, the worse it seemed to be. If you're in need Every week, car after car of good Number Two Common and better rolls out of Kampftest, billed to the North Star Lumber company in St. Paul as cull! Yes, sirl! You car check on that!"—nodling. Her voice was a hit boose now. "And that North Star Lumber company had been where or how. But he own it. I know that and he doesn't know how I found out . . . Oh, he'd kill me if he knew this! But it's true"—desperately. "It's true, John. He's doublecrossing your father every day in the week, and when your father tried to get rid of him, the other one, Gorbel fixed that, too, some way. I think he switched cars in St. Paul on the inspector.
"There's things in the bank, too. law once more is a good do know." "We're doing it of New York."
He looked down at her face, so close to his. "I'm sorry," he said, and meant that , . . . Poor, light-headed kid! he thought. A gold dagger, yes. She wished him a sailfish. She wanted him to kiss her sister. She was saying closer to him.
He put his hands on her shoulders gently.
"Thank you, Marlee," he said. "May be there are things I'll be asking of you later. Just do you IT and wait, listen to me. Just do it IT and wait a note and let you plan the meeting."
"He awfully obliged. Good night!" He went then, leaving her in the doorway. She watched him go and finally turned into the house with a slit.
"You got gay with the wrong party, you double-crosser!" she muttered, and her weak, pretty little face was unlovely to her. Woman scorned! In his room he sat in the back office. Job was better before he turned in. Joe was to Bradshaw, brief and to the point. And the conclusion paragraph read:
"Gosh!" she said. "Gosh." As hard to make as a million dollars! But as she climbed the stair her disappointment—a casual sort of empathy—she saw a girl she lightened her room and took off her hat with quick, angered movements.
"And so send the following message to T. A. Wolecet, St. Anthony's Trust Co. Minneapolis. He is an old friend; he will give you and allow any lends he may give you."
"Please find out at once all you can about investors in and officers of North Star Lumber Co. St. Paul, also advise me of its local standing stop Send reply to Nat Bradshaw, this address=JOHN BELKNAP."
Paul Gorbel had not attended the dance. He had had other matters to occupy him. Neither had Baxter been in the recreation hall, though on other Saturday nights he had occupied his place by the fire and made his uncounted observations of women for the benefit of boys and low-grade men.
Tonight he stood in the shadow of a lumber pile with Gorbel and took his orders, but he took those orders, snapped at hone冷金, with grace. "But 's'pose it kills him!" the man murmured.
"So much the better!"
"Good G--d, Gorbel, I don't want to kill any of old Tom Belknapp's."
"That crowds me, Gorbel. I 'spose
have it to do. You've got in a bed.
I know."
"I give you your orders. If you don't go through with it . . . remember, I know who has your thumbtabs and your pictures."
"Good guess, . . . This week
remember to chance in the
toward glove away with
And so while John Belkann trolled at the hotspot in a fever of suspense and excitement, death stalked him, writing, skimming, the skin on his face for the side of the pond; that evening he worked close to another man of the crew. This day, one man alone could not handle the stake trips on the titled, heavily laden cars; the next, the pond was full and he would set in . , So on, until Thursday.
Thursday afternoon, then, with the yard engine setting in more cars; pulling out, leaving the loads on the canned truck beside the pond to throw dark shadows beyond them. A grower could come through the lumber yard then, and stand well screened to watch. He could stoop and look behind him as he worked. He could slip forward silently in the snow, squatting on the dark side of the trucks . . . waiting, watching.
Arcross the pond was Ole, tooling a log slowly towards the slide where other workers were busy. And now around the end of the pond came John Bekman, walking swiftly, pile-pole over his shoulder. He was wiping his teeth on the lower hands on the trips, bent low to look beneath, saw his bees.
A biss of breath, a jerk with great
banks and logs were screening down
uphill.
On the first stir, John looked sharply. He had a glimpse of a smooth beech log bursting from the chains that had held it, hurling at him through the air, outfit of a score towers, bouncing, leaping towards him!
No place to go, there! Eight feet ahead would put him in the clear; eight feet backward, and he would be safe. But eight feet are . , , two strides. It takes a man time to get under way.
One other place. then; the pond!
Before the pile-pole which had been on his shoulder hit the ground, he dived for a gap between two logs in the pond. To strike them, to have that rolling timber came on him, would crush life out. He had to make it!
Eyes open, hands extended, he cut the water. His hip brushed one shoulder and as he went under swimming mightily, he felt the first of the down-rolling deck touch his toe. Touch it again, then fell back into water. He had missed catastrophe by inches. . . . And he was under the logs, swimming soaring for a way out.
(To be Continued)
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