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THE YEARLY TOLL
Another victim has been added to the long list of students who have been drowned in the Kaw river. Almost every year a tragedy occurs in its swift and treacherous current. The river is not safe for canoeing or swimming.
Students are prone to forget the dangers of their moonlight pippen up the Kaw. The boats they use are often untrustworthy and in poor condition. The occupants usually are not good swimmers or are so hampered by clothing that they would be helpless in the strong underdow. Especially after daylight is gone is the risk of overturning and drowning great.
Students may do well to assure themselves that their equipment is in the best of condition and that the members of their boating party are excellent swimmers before they venture on the Kaw. Even then the utmost precautions are necessary, for should the boat over-tur, the danger is exceeding great. The best plan is to stay on dry land.
DIEHARDS
The reason our Hill politicians are so hard boiled is because they are in hot water most of the time.
The old South lingers on, and on, and on, and on. The world infamous Scottboro case was brought to retrial several days ago. And, in the face of a complete repudiation of her testimony in the first trial by the State's star witness, the jury brought in a verdict of guilty.
"If a man is black he is a liar even if white folks agree with him." Not only race prejudice but sectional hatred is mixed up in the decision of the jury.
"The damn Yankees messing in something that was none of their business. Once a Southern gentleman has passed judgment, Sub, he has passed judgment and neither hell nor can move him. Niggers must learn to keep their places." declares the old South.
The Reverend Harry Emerson Fosdick was the person who influenced the State's witness to give the true version of the alleged attack on herself and companion.
From the appearance of things one is led to believe that a Southern gentleman, a true Southern gentleman, you understand, would refuse to enter heaven if there were any black angels.
A Hill scholar recently remarked that any one making a pun should be punished.
A DRY WEEK END
Although this week end was the first in which beer was served legally in Kansas City, the campus of the University was not noticeably deserted. In fact, no more students than usual left Lawrence.
Perhaps all those who wanted to celebrate the return of slightly alcoholic beverages had made a trip city-ward before the week end. Perhaps now that beer is easily obtainable, it doesn't taste so good. Perhaps students are
saving up for the longer vacation which begins Thursday.
At any rate, those who confidently expected a general exodus of students for the city were disappointed. Those who expected Lawrence to become very very damp immediately upon the lifting of the prohibition ban were also disappointed. Liquor imports were as rare as was the drinking. Kansas is still dry, despite the wetness of its neighbors.
PERSONAL
Is it possible that the state institution at the University is blase?
Heralded as the great melting pot of young men and women of the state, irrespective of race, creed, or social standing, it happens that their social arbor, the deen of women, is a district within the atl. University social functions.
All an-University party is one given by a class or by the men's or women's student body. A university institution that aspect of the Park Avenue ballroom where men are admitted with tuxedo only and women dress in spencer as a matter of prescrip-
This social caste system of the collegiate pai-pouri dominated by the dean of women invites Joe College to come to the ball, but Joe must be sure that the starched shirt, patent leather shoes, tuxedo suit, and accessories accompany him he lest he be utterly banished from the function.
As far as we have ever been able to observe about the state of Kansas it was from blase. In fact it is so human, simple and conservative that fells seem to believe that Kansas was always viewed Kansas taxpayers an ones demanded name and practical conduct in exchange for the taxes which were spent for the maintenance of schools. And it is also that the Kansas taxpayers favor discrimination in the sharing in the participation of University society. If a man cannot afford a fancy dress suit, why should he be excluded from this party to be labeled as "all-University parties"?
The dean of women is taking a back ward step in the encouragement of the establishment of a group of social laws that should prevent excessive raiment and slamming it securely into the face of the majority who cannot afford to join on the dog. We believe that our university i- Kemer Miem in the Older Mir.
are going on the assumption that he is referring to the Junior Prom. If our memory and eyesight have not gone back on us, we believe that we saw the editor of the Olathe Mirror at the Junior Prom, and he was carefully attired in a double-breasted grey street suit, a maroon tie, and the usual shoes. Seemingly all that was demanded of him at the door was his student council key, which he received away back in '11 when he was president of the Men's Student Council.
There were others there who were dressed in the same fashion, and they are still accepted in the best of Hill society, if there is such a thing.
When he refers to the Park Avenue ballroom, we accuse him of having read Vanity Fair, and when he writes that "the class parties still assume that aspect," we wonder why he didn't do something about it two years ago.
But we agree with him that it is an inconvenience to wear one of those trick suits, because we haven't one of them in our wardrobe—either.
To get names of 20 per cent of its clientele into one issue is a feat for any newspaper.
The election story carried 70 names; the East-West Revue some 30; intramural baseball had upwards of 150 names; the pairings in various other intramural some 350 others; and society added its quota.
BREAKING INTO PRINT
The Friday issue of the Daily Kansan was an excellent example of the newspaper axiom that "names make a paper." In that issue appeared names of approximately 600 different students, plus 40 or 50 faculty members.
AFTER EASTER
Back note books, last minute quizzes, social engagements, classes, and library work all are amid the general round of activities which demand your attention
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXX 00689431 April 25 1935 No. 117
The Advanced Standing commission will hold a dinner meeting Tuesday evening at 5 o'clock at Henley house. RUTH ROILOWLAND.
Vol. XXX
Our Contemporaries
"Better to Cut Class Than Be Late"
"It better to cut class than be late." You've heard that charming sentiment from students who sincerely believe that they are trying to get their money's worth out of education.
If the greater number of women students voted for the abolishment of the closing hour rule and the W.S.G.A. brought pressure to bear on the dean of women, I believe that something would be done about the rule. If this question is function of the W.S.G.A., I don't know just who could do it A.R.
Professor Alain Caffron, author,叙事,teller will speak to the Graduate Club Tuesday evening in the private dining room of the cafeteria. The talk is free.
Notices due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication day and 11:38 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday issue.
Students in a labor problem course at New York university recently threaten strikes and sabotage and advocate
GRADUATE CLUB:
The Student might go amis to take up the professional viewpoint that cutting classes is a sin. It isn't that. The Student raider feels for the youth who have been exposed to the necessary effort to get to class on time even if he has his lesson.
Even the professors should sigh a Bitte as they pass out low grades to the fellow who can't move out of his annual spring lethargy to turn in his work. For that matter, the fellow who can't attend classes or who mediate at the touch of rain,
A recent student election at St. Lawrence university was invalidated because, although only 453 bellows were elected, they were eased—Kansas State Collegian.
students, and their families
ELLIOTT PENNER, Chairman.
Phi Chi Theta initiation service will be held this evening at 8 o'clock at Henley house,
UANITA MORSE, President.
There will be a meeting of Pi Laumbia Theta Tuesday evening, April 11 at 7:30 in room 119 Professor U. G. Mathell will speak.
Wild ducks may be scarcer, but you don't miss the quacks in the air if you have a radio--Daily Trojan.
There will be a School of Business smoker at the Alpha Kappa Psi house, 1503 Massachusetts street, Tuesday, April 11, at 7:30 p.m. J. P. MacDonald, statistician for the Santa Fe, will talk. Nominations for School of Business officers will be made at that time.
cated collective bargaining to retrace outside reading assignments from 18 to 6 volumes—and succeeded—Kansas State College.
As a man student, I wondered just what the women all voted for about four weeks ago if it wasn't for members of the council of the W.S.G.A. (a non-profit group representing one half of the women students on the Hill). If the women want the closing hour rule abolished, let them take it up through their W.S.G.A., or like a 'women's' student vote on the question. Just where would they put it? Where any one way to "the other" I cannot see.
about this time of the year. It's worse than being swamped—more like a flood. And you finally give up the struggle and say "after Easter."
PL LAMBDA THETA:
QUIPS from other QUILLS
MARGARET E. ROBERTS, Secretary.
SCHOOL OF BUSINESS SMOKER
Campus Opinion
When I saw the topic selected for discussion in the Campus Opinion column, I wondered just what business it was of the men on the Hill whether or not the women had a closing hour rule.
All students who wish to do practice teaching in Oral Training School during the fall semester should make application to the following:
A. SCHWEGEL, Dean
B. A. SCHWEGEL, Dean
The question for discussion: Antiche college has no closing hours for women. Could the University do without closing rules?
Like all fruits of mankind, the situation is depolarable, but the average housed infant hates to hear about all things that are bad for his bunky Iowa State classmates and wishes they would shuit up, even if they do believe what they are saying.
ALEX IZZARD, President, Associated Students
PRACTICE TEACHING:
Editor Daily Kansas:
BELOW ZERO
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North Woods
A Romance of the North Woods
HAROLD TITUS
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kaman Business Office.
Copyright, 1922.
WNJ Service.
CHAPTER V
Talk! Tait came in to talk to John who sat before the stove, smoking and going over plans with Saunders. He was there a few minutes and went out. Saunders - savred, rose and sent a letter to him of his chew and obnubulated his shift.
The light was turned out, and super-
plague and foreman lay in their
oats, taking lowly.
"I took a folie at the edge of a big daffy off in the dark." Mark said, and adjourned in his black tank. "Everywhere you walk around our feet, but any stop above already to send all over all over your milk happen in the woods to slow us down; Tiny's old coffee may go all to h— in a heap and then
For a long time he hasey sleepsess. He dozed and suddenly saw his father throw himself across the room, screaming for his help, and this other, suddenly revealed, was Elena
"Over the edge," said John morosely, and rolled over on his side.
He woke with a start and rolled over, muttering to himself. He did not dream that the time would come when the time would pass. He shrugged an shrill as those he heard in his dreams. . . . He dreamed of stamping his foot, stamping his foot on a resounding floor and demanding of Paul Gorbel that he come into the open room and stamping him while stamping . . . and when he stopped stamping the sound continued.
Sounds, yes; coming from outside.
Heavy thumps. Hares kicking! A number of horses kicking, and a shrill nickering.
He sat up. The sound continued and he looked about for its source bewildered by sleep.
His feet hit the cold floor and he lunged to a window.
"Turn out!" he crooked, as he whirled back to grope for his pants. "Turn out, you! The barn's afire!"
"Fire!" John yelled, as he ran out side and buttoning his contort over his underwear made for the men's shyny. "Fire!"—as he burst in the
Sanders was up; jerky,
out, bubbling as sleep added to his panic.
Wolf Richards chattered shrilly.
Horses were squawing now, and the h
door. But, you saw him.
He went on. Saunders hard after him.
He was into it, throwing an arm over his face to strain smoke from the air he breathed. He caught a distance through and through his mind went one word;
Gasoline!
A window of hay along the center of the building burned. Flakes of the bales, half torn turn, were strewn across the floor. Orange oryzae flame leaping upward to find hold on cobwebbed rafters as the draft of the ventilators sucked the gases through the roof. The walls were stumbled as he ran on, striving to gain
the rear stalls first.
He choked as he entered the snail, but grasped the horse's name over and, over, putting a hand on the rump.
"Steady, Now!"
"Come on, boy!" he said, trying to speak without excitement. "Steady, now!"
The horse stilted, hanged into a stall stunenbole, leaped the other way, kicked as flame touched his belly. He broke, tried to run and John went with him, strangling from the smoke, bumping into another led horse, out into the
Men were running; others were back in there, shouting at horses.
"How many in there?" John yelled, grabbing Talt's arm as the barn boss, crying now, run past him.
"All out but two. Prince won't come!"
John saw men struggling with a horse inside and turned to their aid.
He found a pitchfork and get behind the horse, striking it without mercy, prodding with the tines. They got the animal out and Jack Pat rose, crushed him, and then removed from the building, shielding his face with an unraised arm, Flames were through the roof now, kicking at the coracles, melting holes in the walls.
"Look out!"
He heard the horse scream again and kick. The terror of the creature's cry gave him strength. It screamed the blades he wielded to help the shirts and knees for relief.
the warning shout made John whistl.
He threw himself forward to grab at
the rope as the horse shook off the
horse, and they both ran back
end over end, and broke for the stall,
screening shirtt. John could see him
outside distressed, and the low and rushed in.
He stopped crawling. He had an almost gone on, across that thing. It felt like a bag of oil, a mack of insert gels, until his hands brushed flesh.
Jung grasped the limp arm and pulled the figure about. He got to his feet and, bent double, ran three steps. The heat and the burden beat him down. An eddy brought in a gulp of fresh air. He rose again and made a move, . . . , and went down, covering from the torrice punishment of standing.
He had come upon a man, lying there, when he sought to save a horse!
Another man was crawling towards John from the doorway. He found a hold and they went for the open with a rush.
It was Jack Tait who had come in to help.
"Who . . . who's this?" John choked, rolling the man over.
choked, rolling the man over,
Firelight fell on the face as a score
of man pressed肩
"Never saw him!" panted the barn boss.
Someone began to fan the face with a eep and Jack Tait plucked at John's arm.
The old veteran was holding up a hand, blood-stained. That hand had just turned the uneonsome man's sleeves around against the side of the skull.
"Get over with Mark." John ordered those about him. "Jack and I'll tend to this lad."
The group scattered.
The burden that the two carried was not heavy. They went across the tramped snow towards the office, and it felt faster as they meant their objective.
John lighted the hanging lamp and they stood looking down into that set face.
"Never seen him!" the barn boss said.
Gingerly John examined the great mark on the skull, tracing it out with his fingers through the thick hair.
"What's it shaped like?" he asked, looking up.
looking up.
"Horseshoe. There's where the calls went in"—pointing.
Tait stared hard at John.
"D you notice anything special in the barn?"
"Smell, you mean?"
"So did I!"
The other nodded grimly.
"I smelt gasoline," he said.
"So do I."
"Where was her? That asked.
"Right behind your pile of baled hay."
"Prince got him!" he muttered.
"It's the only horse in the lot that's light behind. He—'guesturing—of, off, of, this—I old Prince got him!"
Saunders came in, breathless, slamming the door.
"And what did you smell?" John demanded.
A pause, while the foreman stared hard at the face.
Mark looked from one to the other,
"D you both get it?"
"Both of us."
bring the
"Got her soused down," he said.
"Worst's over. Who's that?"
HWN
"A bug fire! G—d d—n 'em, they'll—"
John held up a cheerful smile.
He smiled and then looked at me.
now, Keep it from the man. This fellow was surrendered, so for an far cry know. Stranger. Stranger.
And here we are!
"The two of us as snus glottale. This man's latein not even sung. See? He didn't die from fire. It was the cat that killed him, and is where he came from and why—if we can—and we make them as hot for other parties as they made them
Hot for other parties? And even as he警视 that this thirteen would not go without the attention it drew, a sort of horror seized him. Old Tom, his father, behind this? The thought
(To Be Continued)
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