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TUESDAY, APRIL 11, 1933
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
University Daily Kansan
Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSA
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Entered as second-class matter September 17, 1916, at the office at lawrence, Kansas.
ELECTION REFORM
Now that the fanfare and the trumpeting of the recent student council election has appreciably subsided the Kansan feels that it may without bins submit a suggestion to the victorious party. In their platform the Pachacamac organization endorsed a plank designed to raise the level of student politics considerably. The Pachacamac plank calls for the establishment of an identification card system to eliminate duplicate voting. The further information on this plank, however, seems to bear out the feeling that the establishment of such a system depends upon the approval of the general Activity Fee.
Because such a system of identification was non-existent during the past election there were grounds for suspicion on the part of the disinterested spectator, that things were far from being on the well known "up and up." Student groups composed of members of both parties have been running affairs on the Hill for a considerable number of years. During that space of time there has been enough opportunity offered, to those interested, to evolve a system that would reduce to a minimum the chances for fraud. Now it is squarely up to the victorious party in the recent campaign to institute a practical and workable system of identification.
In conclusion it is only reasonable to point out that the establishment of a general activity fee seems to be still a controversial and at the same time a doubtful issue. For this reason it seems only logical that the incoming council should take steps to proceed with the establishment of election reforms without delay for other reasons. Surely the cards issued by the business office at the time of the payment of fees might serve just as well as an identifier as would an activity book.
GREEN BEER
"All that glitters is not gold," we are told by those who love to speak in proverbal fashion; and this well known maxim may well be applied to the present beer situation.
Since Congress set the date for the legal sale of 3.2 per cent beverages, lips have smacked eagerly with expectation of long foamy draughts of amber gold from large old-fashioned mugs. Many students, caught in the enthusiastic tide, rushed merrily along with the crowd to the city Friday night to be among the first to partake of the so long forbidden thirst-quencher.
But alas—they returned with even longer faces than the well known prohibitionist who with his long hat and umbrella bemoans the deplorable wet condition of the land of the free. The beer was green.
There was no kick in the beer. It had not aged sufficiently to arouse the hilarious, tigerish spirit in the drinkers. The kick, absent in the beer, was expressed with ample vigor by those first nighters.
Perhaps a proverb might be quoted to sooth the shattered illusions of the beer barons. Say perhaps the one about "All things come to him who waits."
A TIP TO THE MEN
The Kansan very candidly expressed itself the other day on the new fashion demanded in college women. Now the Kansan would like to tell you what's wrong with the college man.
Women have always been feminine. If they have been able to hide it so deflate as to fool the male in thinking they cannot be romantic, a vote of praise to them. For women learned that man does not like for them to show too plainly before the "crowd" that he is the object of their affections. So they covered up their femininity by being good sports.
The college man should remember this: Chivalry may get a laugh now and then, but women adore it. Mix with this chivalry a dash of bravado and the genuinely feminine miss will quickly respond.
Yet what does she get? One extreme or the other, a braggart or a perfect gentleman!
The big beer kick now is the kick about kickless beer. Hic.
TENNIS
"Love-forty. First!" With grace and skill he raises his racket above his head, throws the ball in the air, then bing! The ball swishes over the net, lands in the right court, and whizzes past the receiver's racket just as if it were an empty wooden frame. A love game!
Tennis is a great sport, one which appeals to both men and women. It offers an opportunity for the amateur to improve his athletic prowess and to the non-sportsman to work off some excess energy. It offers the professional a chance to improve his skill and technique so that he will be able to make a better showing against stronger opponents. The game is played by women who want to keep their athletic figures, by college professors who want to retain their youth, by male athletes who want to keep in form. Its appeal is universal, from the sunny courts of Florida to the indoor courts of the northern universities and from the east of pugan China to the west of our own Kansas plains.
All over the world they play it—in crowded city parks, on the lawns of exclusive summer homes, on dude ranches in the western desert. There is nothing like a good game of tennis to bring one back to life and freedom.
AN INCONGRUITY
Men who are elected to offices in the student governing bodies on the Hill are generally supposed to be the student leaders. They are elected ostensibly at least, because they have special abilities,—a higher character, or a finer personality than their fellow students. The voters who elected them have a right to expect that they will not only perform their duties well, but that they will conduct themselves in such a manner that they will always uphold the honor and reputation of the school.
If these views are those of the majority of the students, surely shameful conduct of some student officers such as was seen in the Memorial Union during the counting of the balloons after the recent election is a disgrace to the campus. Surely the constituents have a right to expect more from those whom they choose to represent them than a mere fulfillment of routine duties.
In spite of the movement of laissez faire in conduct that is advocated by some students, those who attend the University must remember that the eyes of the state which supports the institution are upon them. If the leaders on the Hill cannot conduct themselves properly, what will the people think of the average run of students?
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Tomorrow evening, April 12, at 8:15 in central Administration auditorium, he kick-off meeting of the K.U. Y.M.C.A.-Beacon City membership campaign will be held. Mr. John Hain of Chicago and Mr. George Webber of Des Moines will discuss the World's Fair and Beacon City. Workers' literature will be given out at this meeting. One one connected with this campaign, both organizers and workers, must attend.
CLAYTON M. CROSIER, Manager
BEACON CITY CAMPAIGN:
Notice due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:30 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday issues.
Tuesday, April 11, 1923
Free speech, free discussion, a free press, long held necessary to a democracy, surely include the newspaper managed by state university studied.
In a matter so vital as the continued efficiency and high standard of the university, what the students think is a proper contribution to general discussions.
ENGINEERING COUNCIL
sion of the subject.— Omaha World Herald.
The Engineering Council will meet tomorrow evening, April 12, at 8:15 in room 111, Marvin hall. E.B. YOUNGSTROM, Secretary Treasurer.
It should, in fact, be valuable for the legislators to learn the student reaction o their proposals.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION.
The regular meeting will be held at 4:50 tomorrow in room 32 Administration.
JESSIE PICKLEL President.
Perhaps it was the best of the debate that caused two members of the state legislature to voice objections to an editorial by the Daily Nebraska, a newspaper newsboy of the state university, who was also facing university salary schedules.
For our part we welcome the student editorial, and are happy to find that the university publication is not afraid to address concerns of affiliated the students and their state.
Holders of Athletic Books are requested to leave them at the Athletic Office before the Easter vacation for reservations to the Kansan Relays.
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The regular mid-week variety will be held evening from 7 to 8
at the Memorial Union building. OZWIN RUTLEDGE, Manager.
LE CERCLE FRANCAIS:
FORREST C. ALLEN, Director of Athletics.
MID-WEEK VARSITY:
PERSONS INTERESTED IN SOCIALISTS AND SOCIALISM:
Mary Hillier, prominent young Socialist and staff member of the League for Industrial Democracy, will speak in the private dining room of the cafeteria at 12:30 tomorrow room. She will speak of Socialist activities in the country at large and particularly of the opportunities for Socialists and Socialism in Kansas, in Lawrence. Those interested will procure their meals in the usual manner and carry their trays into the private dining room at the north.
There will be a meeting of La Pi Lambia Theta this evening at 7:30 in room 119 Fraser, Professor U. G. Mitchell will speak.
PI-LAMBDA THETA:
All students who wish to do practice teaching in Oread Training School during the fall semester should make application for such teaching in room 103 Fraser before April 15. R. A. SCHWELGER, Dean.
PRACTICE TEACHING:
Bind Blimp Sorry He Hi Him With
Ax- Head. He's willing to hurt the
hatchet, as it were. — Tennan Stood
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MARGARET E. ROBETS, Secretary.
Quill club will meet tomorrow night at 8 o'clock in the women's rest room of Central Administration building. MARGUERITE DAVIES.
SCHOOL OF BUSINESS SMOKER;
W. S.G.A. COUNCIL:
QUILL CLUB:
There will be a School of Business smoker at the Alpha Kappa Psi house, 1503 Massachusetts, this evening at 7:30. Mr. J. P. MacDonald, statistician for the Santa Fe will talk. Nominations for School of Business officers will be made at that time.
ALEX IZZAPD, President, Associated Students
What our country needs now more than good five-cent cigars are some good five-cent nickels—Indiana Daily Student.
Some alert, wide-awake Kona student is going to wake up to the fact that 3.2 per cent wine is legal pretty soon. At about the same time, he is going to notice the jum-dandy crop of dandelions that Mount Oread is sporting right now, and an IDEA will be born. He'll write home to dad for that recipe for dandelion wine, garner the yield of yellow-topped pests, and put himself through school on the result. We don't have to add, do we, that of course the manufacturing and dispensing will not we done in this dry state?
The W.S.G.A. council will meet tonight at 7 o'clock in room 5 of the Memorial Union building. LLLA LAWSON, President.
AN IDEA
One trouble with the world is that too much rope is being used in crags and not enough to hang people. Mr. Pherson Republican.
--them out to see that the guard against the last chance of spreading fire was safe. He needed to be alone.
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A Romance of the North Woods
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HAROLD TITUS
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be head upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
STNOPSH
CHAPTER I - "Ton" Bellkamp, big timber operator, crushed a tree that three months a trip aboard. From the ship he joined John, just commencing in the business, are broken for no purpose. John, just commencing in the business, are broken for no purpose. Paul Gertelbik, bellkamp partner, whom Bellkamp cordially dislikes, is a boa and without a complete understanding, plans to train delayed by a wreck. John is orphaned and after a fight, his attackers train him by a wreck. John learns his father is believed to be out to wreck the Richmond lift-building, living his employment with that building, bullying a young girl, and thrown into a fire. The girl is Elen Richards, owner of John's name and John Stoeck, the bellkamp being dropped in unintentionally, and John's father, allows Elen to believe that
CHAPTER III—Elle enrages John
through her ranting and hand tricks designed to handle apprehension in the delicate wrecking of
the ship. In the chapter IV, after Elie returns
to John, admiring Ellie's bravery,
John maintains attachment for the girl,
and Elie's attachment for the girl,
CHAPTER V.—The Richards barn
was a large stucco building,
the shining structure Jude finds and
likes to admire. He also has
to believe his father could be
selfish. Richards barn a range of work to
include making and building the
building.
On a man's temper can stir him to bitterness against those for whom he has had affection. But old loyalty, old respects are hard to down. For nearly a month now John Bellows is embroiled in an enmity, but this night's work killed his temper, replaced it with a profound fear.
Old Tom in a rough-and-tumble
Odum Tom? Yes that was imaginable! But
old Tom resorting to the torch? That
old Tom resorting to square with
anthing in experience.
A hard old bird, men had said of the father: a reluctant fighter when he was young. But a flat fighter, it was agreed, and even beaten enemies had admitted
He looked at the others. and sent
Old Tom in this mess? It could not be; simply was beyond all reason. He was the responsibility for all Hilem Richter. He shouldn't shoulder his shouldn't seemed to be reasonable, . . . seemed to be. But it could not be. His father was no incarnation; he had not been an orphan, gruff and bluff as he was, unjust as he may have been to his own son, would not hire belles to main the men of either employers, nor make unfair laborers, workers.
He drew his palms over his face and shuddered. The whole thing was a nightmare, some wild, impossible bit of fanfare!
The barn was gone; one horse was gone; some harness burned, and the rest in a sorry tangle. Not a pound of feed was left in camp.
But in the office a small group waited while John repeatedly made unpleasant remarks. It was four o'clock before his persistent ringing brought an answering sleepy voice. He called Roberts, the mill foreman, at his house, not wanting to displease him.
John ordered the stranger's body placed in a box car on the siding, shut the door and told the men to keep away. The belief that an unknown man had wandered into the barn and unsecretely set it off was well established.
I rapidly he told what had happened. "We'll need a ear of lumber," he said, "and saws and hammers and nails. The fire was set by a drunk who wandered in. He suffocated. I knew him to be a murderer to take charge of that angle. Guess I've told you everything. Don't forget the oven and hat."
While the crew was still at breakfast the shrill, familiar scream of the boctovomis whistle came echoing through the cabin as he and the cabose made up the train.
Ellen was the first off. Her mouth was set.
Old Wolf ran towards her as she dropped from the way-car and John could see the portent light that white, whole body as he reached out for the girl.
Their meeting was so obviously annie for the two that John did not appear until he looked at her in an interval while she listened to her uncle, raised her clin
"One more body blow!" she said as he cumps up. He tone mule him in the face, and his eyes narrowed which she sought to summernight shout at him. "I'll just be in a combo to mix in a man's fight!"
"No getting around that," he agreed,
"But it might be a lot worse. Suppose the whole set of campets had gone? Where'd we be then? I went right ahead and consulted you and said we'll have a new bolt, or a sort, no be night."
He took her over the ruins, outlining his plan for reconstruction. He did not go into his theory of the fire's origin.
"There's loss, of course," he said finally. "One horse gone; some hair fallen; some horses lost." Hundred dollars" worth of food gone up in smoke. But they haven't got us
"Haven't they?" she asked, and in the tone was a cynicism, a suggestion of surrender.
He looked about quickly. Men were coming and going, scraping away rules, bringing up lumber.
"Come into the office," he muttered, and turned to lead the way.
Alone, there, she stood before him,
wearily drawing off her gloves.
"Don't quit now!" he said. "It's a body blow, res; but were not kicked. Ellen! We're not through yet! We've only commenced to fight."
She looked up at him, studying his face with her large eyes, and smiled a trifle, with her lips, not with those eyes.
"You're fine!" she said. "You . . . Without you doing just well, you'll have to work weeks ago. I'm afraid. You've done so much for me, you've fought so well and so hard to make a show. It doesn't matter if it? A little less though the cards were stacked against us. To have a thing like this happen, you need to be careful. We planned and executed against us?"
She turned away suddenly, as though fearful of breaking down before him.
"I wish I were a man!" she said tensely, "I’m tired smiling a man’s part; work out with trying not to lie; I think and feel . . . , fear"
John stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to face him.
"I'm glad you're not a man," he said gently. "I'm glad you're just . . . who you are."
He felt her tremble as his fingers pressed the firm flesh beneath her Mackinaw.
"Oh," she said weakly. "Oh . . .
that!"
"that!" he repeted with a vebone nod. "And the reason I haven't said it before, the reason I haven't said a lot of things that there are to come soon." He has been coming too fast! In a pinch, comes first; living afterwards.
"That's one thing I want to say. The other is that you have to keep up with me and try to keep on going again to say to yourself, even what you said to me out there. I want you to keep on saying and thinking and feeling all the night when I stood outside your office door; that we my loss, but well down lightning. And I don't understand it to lose."
"I don't that I don't want to win,
John!" she protested. "I want it more
than that I want to win.
My heart is heart that went into
this operation. My father's memory
is nore, in my heart, I owe it to him to finish what he out set to do. I just don't care if I'm same feeling of high regard for the things your father wanted to do, or
He looked away.
It doesn't happen . . .
"My father . . . yes! He's right.
He's always been right. He'll always be right!"
His vulnerability started the girl and he looked deep into her eyes. He looked into his eyes. He wanted to cleanse her mind of the impression it held. Wanted to say: "My father is not the man you want." He is all in your way; in your path; my father is the man you loath. But he is right. He is he grittless. I wanted to say those things but he could not, when all the evidence availible inside of the Atlantic was against him!
She hanged wily.
"Away now. When things are—"
She laugbed wanly.
What he said was: "We're going to keep on, but I'm going to keep on worrying about you unless you'll clear out your eyes that you've out of your eyes that been there since a week ago, when we piled up the plow! Can't you get away? Couldn't you go down the river with old Wolf for a few days?" He wants
"John!" she whispered.
"Away now, when things are over," he said. "But you, why, you're something else again, oh, how can I tell you, here and now?"—hands slipping down the floor with the help of your friend "You're something more than a part of the job, Ellen!" He was leaning close to her, drawing her towards him, making sure he wasn't bigger and more splendid than I ever thought he held. You're all that he wants, and even will be under the sun or the—"
He spoke her name but before their lips could touch the door opened and he had scant time to break apart before Wolf Richards burst in.
"Lookit!" he said, holding up fragments of a glass. "Lookit what I found out yonder, Johnny! Found me in 'th' ashes; right in 't' middle of 't' barn. Jung, I'm tellin' you," . . . Jug, I'm tellin' you. . . . Jug, there's dead of a barn, ch? Whisky, likely. You're right, . . . He was drunk 'n touched her off."
proached.
"Steele?" he said. "Bradshaw."
He stopped talking and eyed Ellen closely as John took the fragments of glass from him. Her face was flushed with tears. "What is it, and the man in churched to himself."
As John left the office a man whom he had seen repeatedly in town approached.
"Steele" he said. "Brindahaw."
"Were you wrong," wrote of course . . . Now, Elene, excuse us. The world's aren't easily pleasant. Mark'll get things right."
"Stranger, eh?" the sheriff said as he pulled back the blanket and looked into the face of the dead man. "Stranger to all youroes!"
"None of 'em ever saw him."
The other podded
Step by step John went over the story, speaking loudly of the certainty that he was burning gasoline, telling of the jig fragments just now discovered. He traced the mark of a horsehoe on the chest of a cawk; began to argue a bit as the shrift squirmed there, unresponsive, almost blind, almost disquieted.
"My guess is this," he said. "The same people that have been badgering us for weeks pulled this. They sent me a tank of gasoline. He shocked out along the barn floor, poured the gas on it and touched it off. He'd naturally start her to the rear first and as he bent in front she walked behind Prince the old fellow got him."
"I've been watchin' what went on here a long time. I been watchin' you hold it, I'm watchin' you hold it. It's enough, what I've seen; enough to judge you and to make a pretty good guess at what else went on there. I never thought the thumb towards the figure beneath the blanket — to work for Hurke at klamp & Gordap camp last Monday."
The sheaf's scratched *m* match and lightened his fragrant cigar. "I'm gain't to tell the curious just what everybody knows," he said. "I'm gain't to tell them that here was some bum, walkin' in for A. He gets to burn, sees every day. She gets to catch him, to catch h—if he walks 'em up. So he skips into the barn, which is warm enough for anybody to sleep in; lights his pipe goes to sleep and . . .
"The devil!"
"Yeah." He stripped the foll from
"I Guess, Steele, We Understand Each Other?"
another cigar. "I guess, Steele, we understand each other"
"Go to it!" John said under his breath.
(To Be Continued)