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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
SUNDAY, APRIL 23, 1933
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SUNDAY, APRIL 23, 1933
THE DELEGATES DISCUSS
After listening to several of the discussions carried on in the various groups and sessions of the N. S. F. A. convention, it is rather difficult to decide just what has been accomplished. It is true that the problems considered were those of major importance and interest to students everywhere, but it is disappointing that the delegates showed so little enthusiasm in discussing them.
We had high hopes for the convention, for we had carefully studied the program and found that it promised much vigorous and stimulating exchange of ideas. To our dismay, the delegates did not appear to be very deeply interested in what anybody had to say. The meetings dragged. One or two in each group carried on the discussion and the rest remained bored and silent.
Perhaps the men and women who attended the convention were tired. Perhaps they were discouraged about the depression. Perhaps they were awed into quiescence by the dignity of their offices. Perhaps anything, but it is certain that they didn't get very much done. Or did they?
We may be wrong. They may have gone back to their schools filled with inspiration and with new ideas for improving student government. We don't know where they got them. At least we sincerely hope that the students waiting for them at home will feel satisfied that the money spent in sending their representatives to the conference was not altogether wasted.
ITWOULD RAIN
The University has been all afutter over the Relays. For weeks plans have been made. Everyone's friends came. Everyone had new clothes. And then it would rain!
The University gardeners laid new sod in front of snow Hall and in back of the Union building; the tulip beds were encouraged to bloom. Even the old lilac hedge which froze last year, graciously consented to blossom—and then it had to rain!
Freshmen in sorority and fraternity houses had been digging dandelions for a week. Every nook and cranny was cleaned until it shone, for many "rushes" and alumni were for the Relays—and then it would rain!
One thousand young high school athletes who some day may be students in the University, and athletes and spectators from many colleges and universities over the country, were guests of the University. Many of them received their first impression of the University this week—and then it would rain!
A SATISFACTORY SOLUTION
In former years visiting athletes at the Relays have been accommodated in fraternity houses through the courtesy of the organized groups in co-operating with University officials to make the carnival a success. During the recent discussion of the fraternity tax question there was a general
sentiment expressed by fraternity interests that insomuch as the University remained non-comitатель on the question, refusing to support the organized houses in their fight to prevent taxation, therefore the fraternities were hardly obligated to lend their assistance in entertaining University guests.
With the Relays this year the question was again brought to light, but a satisfactory solution was found that allowed friendly relations to continue. Those in charge of the Relays offered to pay the fraternities a reasonable sum for the housing of the carnival guests, and the houses accepted.
The situation as it stands now probably offers as satisfactory a solution as can be found. The houses should certainly be willing to assist in making the Relays a success, and it should be to their interest to do so. Yet they can hardly be expected, under present economic conditions, to bear the entire burden of the expense.
BEWARE THE COPS
Lawrence has been anything but a haven for motorists since the new traffic regulations have gone into effect.
At all hours of the day and night, luckless drivers may be seen pulling to the curb, while hard-hearted officers scribble hastily on bits of paper which look exceedingly like police tickets.
For a long time, traffic ordinance have not been very strict in Lawrence. People have parked just about where and when and how they pleased. As a consequence they are finding it impossible to remember that the town has adopted some new city rules and is now vigorously enforcing them.
If the new laws are going to remain effective, something should be done about the parking problem in front of the places where students like to go. Even with the double parking system it was always hard to find a place for the car while the occupants chatted over a "coke," and now it is all but impossible. There aren't even any vacant lots around.
ANOTHER NEW DEAL
With his recent marriage to Betty Compton, New York's ex-mayor, Jimmy Walker, wrote finis to a dramatic political career. It is doubtful if the general executive seriously considers a re-entrance into the turbulent arena that is New York City politics.
As a politician Walker was as a good actor. He had a wonderful sense of the dramatic and a mind that was peculiarly attuned to seizing the opportunity to give his constituents, and incidentally the rest of the nation, the ultimate in showmanship. At a banquet; at welcoming visiting celebrities, or riding at the head of the annual parade of the New York City police force his Honor was at the zenith of his glory. The actual running of the city's government he was content to let rest upon the willing shoulders of Boss Curry.
Unfortunately for Walker the depression set in upon the country's largest city and made play boys executives rather unpopular. The result was that Jimmy found himself eventually in Cannes, with the added woes of a disrupted domestic life coming to the surface. With his marriage to Betty Compton, Walker effectively solved this difficulty.
His friends, and believe it or not, he has still a large number of them in New York, are hoping that from now on he will be able to do the things he has always dreamed of doing. To the newspapers he will always be good "copy" and his intimates he will still remain the genial man about town, and lover of good living he always has seen.
Walker ends his political career from now on. However, the new fields he enters will know shortly, beyond a doubt, that he is very much alive.
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OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
The Coopolitan club will meet at 1325 West Campus Road on Sunday at 5 p.m. Very important. PARK, SECRETARY
Sunday, April 23, 1933
COSMOPOLITAN CLUB:
GERMAN CLUB:
GERMAN CLUB
The German club will have a special meeting Monday at 4:15 in room 313
Fraser. Several important business matters will be taken up, and Mr. Shuley will
give a talk.
CHARLES DRIERM, President.
The Kayhawk club will meet Monday, April 24, at 7:30 in room 5 of the Memorial Union building. CORVERS HERMYS, Vice President.
KAYHAWK CLUB:
MATHEMATICS CLUB;
MEN'S GLEE CLUB AND K. U. SYMPHONY:
All members are urged to be at the last regular meeting of the year which will be held at 4:30 p.m. Monday, April 24, in room 211 east Administration building, Professor U. G. Mitchell will speak on the subject "Mathematics in Scientific Museums."
OTIS BRUHAKER, Vice President,
314 CLEAR AND R. U. SWARNAT
Computing virtual will be held at 2:30 afternoon in the University
auditorium.
D. M. SWARTHOUT, Dean.
THE CONTRACT PLAN
SIGMA ETA CHI:
About this time of year, students have already begun to consider seriously the question of grades, and with that consideration the age-old problem of grading systems arises anew.
There will be a meeting of Sigma Eta Chi S童 at 5:15 in the chapter room. The installation of officers will be held. HAZEL HICE, Secretary.
So far, no method of indicating the value of work done has been satisfactory to all classes of students. The two-division system which permits only the designation, satisfactory or unsatisfactory, does not appeal to the bright student who sees in it no especial recognition for outstanding achievement. On the other hand, the present plan is out of favor, with members of the faculty, as well as most of the students.
Two things which always appear around mid-term examination time—full moons and good movies—Indiana Daily Student.
Sherman said war is hell. We would certainly like to have him back with us long enough to hear him comment on this situation—Purdue Exponent.
The current economic depression and banking holidays have caused even some of the baggars to sell their auto-ebanks—Indiana Daily Student.
Various plans have been advocated, discussed, and never adopted. One of the most promising of these is the contract method which bases the merit of work largely on quantity. Under this system, students are offered contracts which they may sign, promising to do A, B, or C work. Assignments accompany these contracts, those for A's consisting of a greater amount of material to be covered than for B's and so on down. All assignments must be completed satisfactorily.
Such a system would necessitate more than a little change and adjustment in the University, but it promises a fairer and more accurate grading system than the one in use at present.
Our Contemporaries
Disc Results of Over Expansion Art
Direct Results of Over Expansion Ar Being Seen in the Present Frater- problem
A number of fraternities, young on the campan, are finding it increasingly difficult to keep their doors open because of an inability to attract new members.
If necessity is the mother of invention, how do you explain the saxophone?—Southern California Trojan.
Merging of fraternities has solved a few problems but next semester will see more houses closed. Combining is a feasible plan, but offers many difficult problems. It would be enough of fraternities there should be enough to accommodate all who wish to affiliate themselves. It would be well for the new fraternity council and those of the future to note the dire result of over expansion and to be careful of any new
Several years ago it was predicted that the continued policy of the University and the Inter-fraternity Council to sanction the organization of mushroom fraternities would eventually result in disaster. Then, in times of prosperity, hundreds of men entered the university and joined an organization. New houses were built, but less prosperous times have found them empty and new students turning away from their doors because of insufficient funds.
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societies which may apply for University recognition—Daily California.
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I - "Tom" Beltkap, big timber operator, ordered by his physicians to take a complete rest, plans a visit to the hospital of advance he has made to his son John, just commencing in the business, are broken, for no apparent reason, and his health is not well. Paul Gorbel, his partner, whom John and other business associates of Beltkap cordially disliked, is a bone of contention without a complete understanding.
CHAPTER 2 — At Sheostring, his train delayed by a wreck, John is ordered to leave for a fight, his attackers realize it is a case of mistaken identity. John learns his father is believed to be his brother in the bearer company. Bewildered and unbelieving, he seeks employment with that company. At the office he finds Gorbel in charge of the delivery out. Gorbel does not recognize him. The girl is Ellen Richards, owner of the company. A letter he carries from Gorbel shows that Bekkam being dropped inadvertently, and father, knowing the feeling against his father, allows Ellen to believe that is
CHAPTER III—Ellen engages John her forefinger in a game of hand-to-hand operations to handle operations of the Richards company culminates in the deliberate wrecking of a locomotive.
CHAPTER VII—Having evidence of the George Richie案件, Briffa Bradshaw interviews him. Gorbel admits the dead man had died in his employ and has been charged with drunk drinking the afternoon of the fire Steele and Bradshaw arranged for an investigation.
CHAPTER IV—After heroic effort, the crew abandons the ship and John, admiring his bravery under the conditions, begins to have a seminal attachment for the girl, which he will fulfill.
CHAPTER V.-The Richards barn
Richard's barn is filled with
blazing structure John finds and carries
out the dead body of a stranger. He
seems to believe his father could be a party
to such an act. Steele and Sheriff
Bradshaw arrange to work together on
John wondered. Usually when Ellen wanted to get in touch with him she would have his curiosity raised that John had with his curiosity and raised that John had with his curiosity and raised that John had with his curiosity and entered the street.
Two days later, shortly after noon,
as he entered the office, the clerk
wheezed to John:
CHAPTER VI. — John who is satisfied that Gorman's character, sheltered by "Old Tom" Beakknap's name and reputation. Gorbel discovers that "Steele" is John Bekln
CHAPTER VII
"Ellen telephoned. She said for you to come in with the loads tonight, sure."
and 'seizing Elena *nose* at her dask,
she lifted her head slowly, and
frowned. She was not alone in
deserve of reserve. White, she was,
and drawn, and her eyes smoldered.
Lights were burning in the office, and he hastened in.
"Hello!" he said, opening the door and seeing Ellen alone at her desk.
"Hello . . . Ellen! You sent you,
me. What's . . . what's the matter?"
"It really is nicely opened, excited
a purse that lay on the best beside
her and took out a letter."
"Explain this," she said, and her tone was like ice. She seemed to be restraining herself, clinging with all
ner strength to her self-control
"Dear Friend," he read. "In times of trouble it is up to women to stand together. I have known something about the importance of science. If you will look back you will see that most of the troubles the man who calls himself John Steel came to work for you. You may recall the things he apparently has done with his children, and that have happened. This super-intendent of yours conspired with Tucker to make sure he could handle on your routine. He discharged Tucker to make his game seem convincing. His barn was torn, and a harmless trunk lost his life in it.
Frowning, he took the envelope from her. Her name and address were written on it. The postmark, he saw, was Kannafst.
He shook out the single sheet of oner with hands that trembled.
"Certain accomplishments have been placed to his credit. Your property, were it not for its being so heavily involved in the process of securing creditors should force you out now, they would be in a position to make the operation pay from the hour they took charge, thanks to what this so-called 'stakeholder' team then, under rules of doing it for them,
"Yours in sympathy,
His heart seemed to have stopped. Strength went from his legs.
Strength went from high
"Why, that's a lie!" he choked,
"That's a black, infamous —"
"Wait a minute!" She had risen now, and stood before him. "What," she asked, as though her voice would break. "what is your name?"
"Why, that part's all right. I can explain it. I am John Bellakm, I did—"
"And this! Explain this! I remembered, you see!"
She whipped a telegraph from her desk, thrusting it towards him. It was from the State Bank of Ferryville, the nearest bank to Witch Hill. It read.
"Witch Hill Lumber Co. owned by Brikam Lumber Co., Chicago stop S. Moller is superintendent."
"Why . . . , why, yes, Elena. That all true. But, you see, I couldn't let you know where we went. I couldn't come in here and offer to help you, admitting my own name, could I?"
"Why not?" she asked bittingly.
"Wouldn't have believed, n
"You wouldn't have believed me, feeling as you have about my father." She laughed then, with a wildness which startled him.
"Right! How right you are! I wouldn't have believed, no, I wouldn't have let a Bellknap set foot on my shoes. I would have been anonymous letters when it came in; I didn't want to. My first impulse was to tear it up, forget it. . . And then I remembered the time I was wrong could stand investigation. I looked up Witch Hill, I telegraphed that bank and you read the answer, . . ."
She pursued, p.
"Put Ellen—"
"Never mind! I'm going to talk now! It's a woman's privilege to talk, isn't it?—it'a bit hysterical, 'I've heard it' said it's a woman's privilege to have the last word, I've got to Well, I'm having it, I John Street Hellman.
"No you don't dare reveal yourself. So you have a superintendent write a lie. You may have worked as camp foreman for him, but not as John Steele. He knew you weren'tJohn Steele. Because it was your father's money that paid him, your father's money that rent you in here!"
"Ellen, Ellen! Listen to me! He's a poor, old, ignorant man, Sandy. He's a man who never written a letter." "He was just another simple forgery." "Don't you see?" "Do you expect me to believe that?" she asked, suddenly calm.
He drew a deep breath.
"No," he said, and shook his head.
"It sounds . . . It won't do, true as it is!"
"And will any of the rest do? Can you explain all that's happened? You've done all that, yes. You've see now that you're going to get the job in shape so that when your father and his partner and his son"—lissing the word "ruin this company, it will still be a going con piece." "Well, he said wood; you have done just enough for the mill to keep the job afloat until you could close down on us!"
She made a dismissing gesture with one small fist.
"I've been so a fool! I suppose it was all staged, that first encounter you had with Paul Gorbel here. Well, you did it admirably. I'll give you credit for that. You fooled me; we worked me up emotionally until I was so grasped at anything for help. And I grasped . . . , at Tom Bakson's nap."
"It sounds logical," he said wearily. "It sounds reasonable. It looks like a staged drama, yes. But, Elen dear, I came to you that night determined to fight my father! That I had noinking of the trouble here, that I stumbled into it and that when I was running this job I was bowed over!
“Won’t you believe that I jumped off the roof and hit my father, that I have gears far enough to be convinced that he has no hand in all this trouble that has been made?”
"Stop! Stop! I beg of you, stop!" she broke in, stamping a foot. "Don't treat me like a child. John Belkman?" your name, it would have been different, but you started with a lie. It a carefully prepared lie! And a let!
"Don't Treat Me Like a Child, John Belknap!"
thought found on a lie must be evil!
it doesn't need all the logic pointed out in this letter that come to me today to give it the color of evil!
"Tom Bellknap not fighting me? Tom Bellknap not trying to rain me?" Teens spring to her eyes. "Hack is John Bellknap." John is a "John Bellknap, what a fraid you are!"
She dropped into her chair, elows on desk, hands over her face.
"Ellen!" He tried to touch her but she shook off his hand.
"Don't touch me! Don't come near me!" I don't let me ever listen to the sound of her crying. I think to think first only yesterday before I wanted. I loved her.
"Oh, won't you get out?" She dropped her hands and tremmed her distress, teney ever to him. "Won't you leave me? Don't light and feeble. 'Won't you please go away from me?'—one hand crumbling pinner with joyy movements, with what I have got left? Won't you if you have any decency left in you?"
not to go on thinking for much longer the father was behind the trouble of the girls, whose only those ends accomplished, this other, this cold weight about his heart, would not bear.
"I'll go," he said, "I'll go. . . But
I'll be near. I'll help you help me,
. . . I am what I am. Time may show
it but . . . I'm going. . . "
He turned towards the door quickly, feet unsteady on the floor.
CHAPTER VIII
Bewildered to a point where he felt remorse almost as profound as would have been his bit had he been embittered with the abuse of a friend, John Belkmann, no longer masquerading as John Steele, left the girl's office and went back to the place where he had lived when in town.
He ate a perforatory meal and went slowly up the stairs to his cabule of a room. He dropped to the creating table, then looked across between his knees for a long interval.
He was in a pinch; beaten in his lofty ambition to champion the oppressed; a growing love had been hurled back into its teeth. But he laughed! He hungled, sitting there with a trembling gaze. He had hung in it a defence, a challenge to the fates which had woven this net of circumstances about him. What the next step would be he hadn't even guessed, and why two of three things he was certain: Gorbel was not going to drive Ellen's company to the wall and Ellen was
But he could not stay here in Shoe-string. It would await him nothing; it would only bring him continued dis- treas
He paced the room, pondering, and came to a hault beside the spotted little dresser. Last week's Shewstring Banner lay there and he stared at the unsealed zipper. . . . Ussueing until his idy roving eyes fell on the heavy typed words;
BELKNAP & GORBEL
MEN WASTED!
He leaned lower and read what was above them:
MEN WANTED!
For Mills and Camps
Modern Buildings; Good Wages
BELKNAP & CORBEL,
He caught Bradshaw just as the
sheriff was leaving the jail.
He remained bent over a long moment and then straightened, tongue in his check. . . .
batter was a renter.
"Something new!" the sheriff asked as he turned back and read the excitement in the boy's eyes.
He began to pack hastily, movements a bit feverish.
chevron in the boy's eyes.
"A lot, . . . About something you'd never guessed."
He plunged into his story with the pronouncement that he had been living in a shanty town for years, another name. The other's jaw dropped, and for an interval his gray eyes were hard with suspicion, but as John Doyle learned about the wronging except his personal relationship with Eileen, that look altered and mellowed, and the big office began to nod.
Why not? he asked himself. He was a man out of a job, a good man. Paul Gorbel was advertising for men . . .
When the boy had finished, Nat drew a long breath and let it out in a soft whistle.
He lighted a cigar and crossed his legs.
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"A pickie!" he said, wriggling his brown. "A pickie! It's a tough break for you, son, but I'm going to string him up on the wall and consider it." "It's probably so, what you think about your father," This Gorbel, now, has got up by here about a hundred per cent. His men like him; he's good at working with them, doing. But, lookin' back, I can see some smart work." He had a lighten a cigar and crossed his
"Your pa, now, 's a good figure to pick on and give a bad name. Most rich men are supposed to be without any scruple. Working men'll believe you have an idea," Professor Courne, he's never operated in here before, but I've always heard him spoken of well by the few old-timers I've known who worked for him. He jocks come to think back, they all want to be better, and one case has a list of angles!"
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