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FRIDAY. APRIL 7. 1932
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
University Daily Kansan
Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
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Published in the afternoon, five times a week and on Sunday morning, by students in the Department of Journalism of the University of Kansas, from the Press of the Department.
Now is the time when victorious candidates may commence to forget that there is such a thing as a party platform and that their own party used one as a means for securing a great many votes. They are prone to consider themselves elected, not on the basis of the things for which they stand, but through the efficiency of their party machinery or their own personal popularity.
The men who have been selected by the students of the University as their representative governing body must not forget that they have made promises to those who voted for them. They must not forget that they have duties to perform. They must not forget that they are bound to act upon the principles of their party platform.
TIME TO BEGIN
This is not the time to relax. It is the time to begin gathering resources for the term ahead. Now is when we look for "action, not conversation."
SLIGHTLY DISAPPOINTING
Although many people are hoping beer will put business back on its feet, some still are afraid it will take the business man off his feet.
Until yesterday morning, the Hill political campaign remained comparatively free from mudslinging. Both parties seemed desirous of living up to the agreement made to keep the election clean.
But early on the morning when the students were to go to the polls, both parties issued last minute bulletins that did a great deal to nullify any good that might have come from their previous behavior.
The Kansan fails to see how the fact that the Oread-Kayhaw bulletins were distributed at night to student living quarters constitutes "bootleg politics" or "rotten scandal." To us, that statement was rank mudsingling and is highly disappointing.
Nor do we believe it was in keeping with the agreement reached by party leaders for the Oread-Keyhawks to issue a warning to the voters against "Pachacamac skullduggery" or to suggest "criminal libel" in connection with a previous campaign.
Until the final stages of the race, both parties conducted themselves with considerable dexency and decorum. That both factions should find it necessary to resort to such tactics the last day is regrettable
A NEW DANCE PLAN
A practice common at the University dances that is robbing some women of lots of enjoyment is the way the men dance only with the most popular women because they don't want to get "stuck" with some less popular girl. The man does not want to have to dance all evening with one woman because she is not "cut in" upon. He may like her and would enjoy a single dance, but does not care to take the chance for fear of having to spend the rest of the evening with her
to the exclusion of other women. Thus we have the spectacle of some fortunate women getting all the attention while others who are just as charming but who just don't "give around so well" are forced to spend the evening in the company of one man, or alone. That is fun for neither man nor woman.
The remedy of the situation would seem to rest with the women. They should see to it that the present custom of dancing with one partner until someone else cuts in is abolished in favor of a more satisfactory plan. Why shouldn't the man thank his partner for the dance, and on to the next one of his choice?
The argument may be advanced that this system might result in some embarrassment to the woman when her partner leaves her; but why should it? Not all men are perfect partners either; and, too, dissatisfaction should not be the only reason for frequent change of partner. There is something essentially vulgar in either the wild grabbing for a popular partner or the spending of an entire evening in the arms of one, popular or otherwise.
Many a man who spends all his single days looking for a mate finds soon after marriage that he got himself a captain.
CHICAGO BOUND
The announcement yesterday that jobs would be available in Beacon City for students who wish to see the World's Fair next summer will give many an opportunity to go to Chicago who would otherwise have to miss one of the outstanding events of the century.
Even though the jobs offered in Beacon City will not make millionaires out of those who are fortunate enough to secure them, they will provide a chance to spend a summer that will be well worth while. They will see something that has been produced only through the combined effort and co-operation of the entire world. They will have a chance to review the century's progress in one short summer, a feat that could not be achieved through years of individual investigation and research.
People from all parts of the world will gather in Chicago, and if there were no other reason for going, this great multitude of people representing every class and every race on the globe would justify the trip. Despite the possible economic sacrifices that must necessarily accompany such an excursion, the effort would be far from wasted.
Come on. We're off to Chicago
In all probability "nightcap time" will be somewhat later than it was in pre-probhibition days.
Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid. "I answer that phone." "Kansas news room . . . No, the final count isn't in yet. Yes . . . for president . . vice president . . secretary . etc., etc, etc, etc. You're welcome."
POOR JOURNALISTS
In the fashion magazines are shown clothes for morning, gowns for evening, and outfits designed for sports. Charming styles they are—each one suited for its own function and no more.
Over and over again, repeating the election returns in a sleepy monotone until the wee hours of the morn. Feverish moments of checking up the latest tullies, figures . addition . subtraction . technocracy . Einstein . stress
What a dickens of a way to celebrate the return of beer. He hum. Gimme another cup of coffee. Yeah, black.
WHAT THE SMART YOUNG WOMAN WEARS
stein . . . . . beer . . . . .
Observation on the streets of Lawrence will show either gross ignorance or total disregard of the dictates of fashion. From early
Professor Allen Crafton, author, actor, story-teller, will speak to the Graduate club Tuesday evening in the private dining room of the cafeteria. The acting is open to all graduate students, and begins at 6:15.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Norries due at Chancellery Office at 14.15 m, on regular afternoon publication days
and 11.00 a.m., on Friday for Sunday hours.
ELLIOTT PENNER, Chairman
Friday, April 7, 1933
Vol. XXX
No.145
GRADUATE CLUB;
MATHEMATICS CLUB:
All members are urged to be present at the meeting Monday, April 16, at 21 a.m. on the Administrative Building, 105 Fifth Street, the administration's address, GOTS BUHAKER, Vice President
Our friends tell us that environment makes the man. Of course, any fly is a home run if the field is small enough.
-Indiana Daily Student.
Our Contemporaries
The people can hardly wait for that new deal; they're beginning to shuffle in impatience—Texas' State Lose-O.
A piano is mute until you touch the keys. So is intelligence—McPherson Republican.
PI LAMBDA THETA:
There will be a meeting of Pi Lambda Theta Tuesday evening, April 11 at 7:30 in room 119 Professor. U. G. Mitchell will speak.
All students who wish to do practice teaching in Great Training School during the fall semester should make application for such teaching in room 16 Fraser before April 15. R. A. SCHWEGLER, Dean.
morning until late at night, the women pass on parade, wearing an array of fashions that would startle clothes experts.
Within an hour may pass pajama chad figures, women in long chiffons, and girls in sailor suits or even overalls. Mixed in the mass are dress suits, sports clothes, dresses for school and for office, and a few riding outfits.
PRACTICE TEACHING;
Colors, styles, quality, they ange from extreme to extreme, but they indicate life in a progressive Middle-Western town.
PROVISION FOR THE TWO-YEAR STUDENT
QUIPS from other QUILLS
--the lift of the jacks until they may raised to their tumbstrom. Then back she settled an inch, resting on the cross railing. She then went new foundations for them; again men fell to the slow task of forcing the sturdy logs of locomotive back to its bed.
--the lift of the jacks until they may raised to their tumbstrom. Then back she settled an inch, resting on the cross railing. She then went new foundations for them; again men fell to the slow task of forcing the sturdy logs of locomotive back to its bed.
And there is the wickey who says the song, "Try a Little Tenderness," easily could be applied to steals and please hundreds—Indiana Daily Student.
Among the numerous ideas which emanate from college from time to time designed to better adapt the educational system to the needs of the students, the plan recently suggested by a faculty committee at Indiana University deserves serious attention. We decided that students are never able to complete a four year course and graduate with a diploma, the committee suggests that a special curriculum be devised for students who intend to take only two or three years of college work.
The revised program for these students with limited time eliminates most of the required courses for freshmen and sophomores who intend to graduate in a two-year program. The program offers loop-hooks for those who do intend to graduate but who would like to omit a few requirements or hurdle some prerequisites.
BELOW ZERO
We doubt if the situation at Nebraska university is entirely comparable with that at Indiana university. For the most part, they are quite different in their choice of courses. If they prefer to leave out required subjects, when they are freshmen, they must either take them later in their university course or else forfeit their claim to a degree.
It would be an improvement in the registration procedure, we believe, if formal provision could be made to grant permission to those students with a particular background to have the privilege of selecting their course unharmed in so far as possible by requirements. If it should turn out that they will finish their university career, of course it should be understood that they must fulfill requirements, even though they be upper-classmen—Daily Nebraska.
The conscientious adviser, however, usually feels it his duty to sign his progrades up for all the prerequisite courses and required subjects during the first two years. It is a mighty agenda, but it will be up to him schedule the way he wants it.
A Romance of the North Woods
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1932.
WNI Service
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application it the Kanan Business Office.
CHAPTER IV
And now twin emotions drove the man known in this operation as John Steele to the task confronting him.
His rage against his father still held but it was augmented by fear, and that was twofold.
First came the fear that he was going to fail, that the laugh would be on him, to wither and shrivel his pride.
"Secondly was the fear that Eleni Richards' suddenly become for him a lovely girl in distress, would see her tumbling, tumbling, her misplays realised.
He could work hard enough, could drive men fast enough, when only rage spurred him; but with rage backed by fear he was a superman.
He needed to be just that in this emergency. Another would have given up; another would have gift, wilted and weakened. The main line. But the main line branch might not even be opened for days; the aid of a wrecker or only of a locomotive would be costly and the company had no dollars to spare.
He thanked Providence that after last week's derrallment he had carried wrecking tools to the rocky shore with frost dust dredging about the leaping flames of great bonfires, a score of men worked with him. After the rain and the snow from about the locomotive, exposing the raw earth, studded now with blittering crystals put there by
A delicate job, getting the first footing for your jacks in a place like that. Then he takes the second, cedar tides, John himself lay on his belly in the excavations beneath the prostrate toecosmetic and scraped out the bones, then bends the bones into blocks. A long time this had taken; night was well advanced before the men came lugging the lifting devices and putting them in place.
Men showed timbers beneath the locomotive to give the great jacks footing. A cross-cut saw rasped and sang in swift tempos as ties were cut into them. The men would make the building would make the functioning of the jacks more than temporary.
Slow, indeed. Two men on the bars,
turning a short hatch at a time, there
is a gap in the wall; they are sizing
larger locomotive; three full turns
to an inch it took; many, many mi-
hals; the walls are scaled.
Carefully they set them, so purchase would come on the engine's frame at the proper angle, and John set the seat. He took and took the first few turms himself,
He stood back, watching. The old engine creaked and snapped as they commenced to lift her. He watched the movement carefully tripping him with his hands and the jacks, to see that they did not shift, had his men ready to start the cribbwork the moment there was room to place blocks so that if things went wrong and the locomotive slipped towards her resting place they would fall.
Slow work, yes! But you can speed it a trifle by changing men, by re-creating them with new hands, by having your relays right there, ready to step in without the loss of a second; new hands ready to grasp the object before others have renamed them.
Up she went. Crib-work followed
Midnight, and they had only run the jacks to their limits twice. Dawn, with the locomotive up enough so they could commence to board them, arrived quickly to their limits yet again. Daylight, with a faint yelp of greeting to the northward, and they looked briefly to Sauniers and a white-tipped team laborers. The two team laborers, Grub and blankets! Food, and something for weary muscles to lie in!
All night John had been waiting to do one specific, necessary thing; not so essential, however, as this work. He tried to remember what it was... "He went out and put Tucker on the grill and satisfy the suspicion in his mind. If this was his father's doing he wanted to know where they were and how many houses by wrecking our equipment!
They called him to the telephone and he walked stiffly, on foot that struck the packed snow heavily. . . . It was a terrible cold, and her voice was heavy and faint.
Things stirred in him. He wanted to talk to her gently, to reassure her to laugh at the situation, to defy chance to do them up in this round. But a man must be held with patience; he must have his wits and his strength to bellittle such gravity, and he felt himself swash as he stood there, wondering what to say.
"going good," was all he could mem-
morize. "Going great!" The boys are
wonderful. "They are wonderful,
could he tell her?" "God knows,"
but muttered sweetly, and hing up the re-
sponse.
John forced Tiny to turn in and the fireman as well. He set Sands with a crew tearing up a switch point, getting ready. He swore at them when he came across him who had him to a cot in the crossing tender's thier parlor. He swoke after noon.
The locomotive was up! Almost on her feet! They had crib-bork on her other foot. I could see the hand there were ready, Inails were torn up; tins in place. The switch points were going against the main line to set her back where
Slowly she settled into place, wheels taking the one rail. Up she went on a path and found another at a time. The other rail went in; spikes sunk home; the facks pulled in their necks. She sat there, square on the rails, and the fireman had steam
Night again; and more fires. But they had something to work with this time.
Dawn it went, when they made up their train again, and as Tiny backed down to couple on to the way-car John ended his talk with Tucker.
He had come in the hour before, when he knew that in the job was done, when Way-Bill and Sanders and Tiny could handle the detail without his
Tucker was there alone, poking at the fire, and looked up quickly as John closed the door behind him.
The superintendent did not speak at his desk. He grabbed his coat, fumbled in his pocket a cigarette and then, with the tobacco outflowed down across the air from the roadside.
He puffed a moment in silence held the cigarette in his fingers, and eyed the glowing coal at its tip.
you'd growing cold so hard.
"You didn't forget, you know," he said almost casually.
"What?" The man's cry was startled; but the quality did not ring just true. "I didn't what?"
"You didn't forget, Tucker. A man who built this road wouldn't forget it." He said as he used us, Tucker. I think you've sold me to Rikhman & Gorbal. I think you're
Quietly still, and Tucker rose to his feet.
"Don't you say a thing like that to me?"
"Sit down," Bite and sting in the tone; and fire in John's eyes and anger in his heart. He fell on the bench with contempt, and the man settled to the bench from which he had risen with such a show of culture. His voice twisted; guilt sat utterly.
"When I first heard of this whole situation here it sounded like something a writer had made up" John Scribner said. "I came on the job I knew it was real."
"We've speeded up; we should be showing a narrow of safety, but were not," he says. "This operation has been checked by a move from Beltkamp & Gubel nur uluslararaya. Every move that has slowed us up has made be deliberately, with design."
"was the most serious of all!"
He sat very straight and his eyes burned.
*you're on your way, Tucker. Have it that you forget. Well and good! You want to give me a message you forget, but you can take a message with you to deliver to Burke or to Gorbel or to whoever bought your phone. What's the message is from me and it this;
"Tell 'em we ask for no quarter. Tell 'em that I think they're snakes in the grass and that I'll treat 'em as I am." The answer is "no," but I saw out yet, and Tell you why?"—as the plow back down against the way-car, coupling with a bump that rocked them both. "This is why: those men out there are in a temper that's just too hot to handle." And doubt it I'll continue this talk after they come into this car! Do you want to test their temper and their loyalty, Tucker, by having me keep this discussion.
sion up when they can hear? Do you want that?"—learning over Tucker as the knot burned.
"For God's sake!" the man whined, trembling, panic in his eyes. "For God's sake, Strele. . . ."
John alightened with a hard smile and wiped his patin on his thighs. Truthfully, he was in the midst of a suspicion; a suspicion so strong, true, that it led him into his flat charges.
They opened the road to Sheosring by noon; red-eyed, weary men dropped down from the train to meet Roberts, the mill foreman, and Ellen Richards.
"Well," the flag still flies!" he laughed,
Her tide was wristless that shine lined with the weariness that those upon her, joined heart felt as he looked at her, as he caught the query of desperation in her dark eyes. He went quickly to her.
Her expression changed, was suffused by a look of deep gratitude, and he knew, with a thrill, that it was for him, a necorous personal feeling.
"Yes. It flies!" Her voice, too, gave evidence of weakness and strain. "She's not that strong, but last for here and the Milwaukee bank has done the trouble and is askable."
"We'll have an answer!" he said, looking down into her face. "The crossing swatches are still plugged with snow. It's the branch log to keep the water out. The gasoline cars are loaded, likely, but we certainly won't move 'em until there's a hole on the slidings. I'm sending the train back now. That's all in, but the fireman can handle her. We'll be dry, dark well in roll in with a day's cut."
Warm, gentle, her voice, with heart n it now! it was the first time her bell of self-control had really broken, its initial experience with her as a woman, and things caught at his brush as he stared into her troubled eyes.
"Oh, that's splendid!" she cried loudly, looking up into his face as he stood close to her. "It isn't all bad luck then, it is John, Steve! If it hadn't been the Providence that thanked the Providence that sent you here ever since night before last!"
"How can I ever tell you what it means to have . . . to have you here?" she asked.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"I wonder if you could manage to mike a little." he said. "That's beetty good thanks, if I've any thanks on account thanks."
After a moment she smiled, flushing a trifle.
"How's that?" she asked and laughed softly.
His went about his job then, suddenly resolving not to tell her of Tucker's treachery. She had enough in her heart without having to consider disgrace among her men. He asked her if she'd be nice now; he fore, he had not cared.
Tucker had come in from Shoestring the night before; he was waist when犯郭 appeared at his office.
"Well!" the manager said, and in his voice was the tone of extreme gratification. "it worked!"
"Yes . . . worked."
Yes . . . worked.
"What's the rub?"
"Rub enough! He saw through it.
"Steele!"—bitterly, with an uncomfortable movement.
for these movements.
"Well, come on with it!"
What's the IBI?
"Rub enough! He saw through it!"
"Who? Steele?"
"I did it just as we figured out I could. The stand went and over and threw all ways from h—l. D—n near my broke arm when we took the ditch, then I ran home and saw through it! The first word he said showed me he saw through it."
The man's mouth worked as in angered fright.
"I went through h=1, two nights and a day, a sitin' there, wonderin' what'd happen? He threatened to turn that gang on me, he did!"
"Not on your life!" But he knew, "and you should never be slight." If it thought we'd gone to be so bad when he first started taking in to read until he got too deep into his right through you!"
"What else? What'd he say?"—im patiently as the man paused.
"You spilled your—" Gorbel began in hot accusation.
"He just said I was fired and then gave me a message to deliver to you. He said to you or to Burke or who'd bred me."
"Splitted nothier!" I tell you he looks right through a man! I lied my best and he sneered at me and threatened me with the sword that what he'd said that he'd tell the crew what'd happened . . . And I wasn't going to squawk in the face of that! He's got em with him; they'd . . . they'd 've mobbed me yesterday.
"What's the word he sent?"
"He said—'clearing his threat—the said you was snakes in the grass and that he'd treat you like that, and he said to come on and do your worst, and then I didn't want to be wrong—wasn't going to be put out of theunning yet a while."
Gorbel leaned back and smiled.
"And don't think he's out, either."
Tucker leaned forward suddenly, as if this were the most important thing he had to say. "Don't you believe it he'll be right," he said. "He's a logging tool and he knows his stuff. He'll keep that mill logged spite of h—1" high water, "nd you, Gorbel! He's., . . . he's a logging tool!" —he thought no words at his command cocked, though in respect for John Streele's abilities.
"Where'd he come from?" Gorbel asked.
"God knows." "D had some job down below, I guess. Alas you seen him?" The other grinaded. "I think I did it wrong. But I didn't get a good look."