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SUNDAY, APRIL 2. 1933
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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SUNDAY, APRIL 2. 1933
APRIL FOOLS' DAY
How many times did you react for a bill yesterday only to have it jerked away by some enterprising youngster who held the string around the corner? Or didn't you kick at that battered old hat on the sidewalk and find that you had been lured into stubbing your toe on a brick hidden underneath the hat? More commonly, perhaps, you answered cleverly planned questions with senseless answers, never suspecting that you were being tricked. Then too, you probably did seemingly harmless things on the advice of others and were left with a foolish look of bewilderment when the prankster called in high glee, "April fool."
It is queer how these little mischievous tricks are the survival of a custom which is centuries old. So old in the celebration that its origin is much disputed. One of the most strongly supported theories is that this pranksters' holiday is the remnant of universal festivities held at the vernal equinox, which began on the old New Year's Day, March 25, and ended on April 1. The freat of Huli, at which tricks and pranks are the order of the day, still survives in India and bears testimony to the ancient origin of the holiday.
When France adopted the new calendar in 1564 making the beginning of the year January 1, many people opposed the change. This provided the wags an opportunity to ridicule the standpattens by giving them mock presents and holding mock ceremonies.
In Scotland the practice of playing pranks on the first of April is known as "hunting the gowk," that is, the cuckoo.
All Fool's Day is one custom that has withstood the modern fight against superstition and tradition and yet finds world-wide observance, for people still possess the urge to make their fellows look foolish, and on this day their feelings may be released.
CUSSED BY BOTH SIDES
The Kansan is in the happy position of being accused of partisanship by both political factions on the Hill. It accepts this as indicating that it is being fairly successful in maintaining a non-partisan stand in the political campaign.
JOHNSON AS AN ALL AMERICAN
College Humor, in its last issue, placed Bill Johnson, center on the University of Kansas team, at the center position on its All American basketball team.
Les Gage, who made the selection, speaks of Johnson as the ace player of his section for the year. He goes on to say, "Johnson is primarily a scorer but also a willing worker on the defense, which made him an ideal team man."
It is entirely fitting and proper that Johnson should be given such an honor. Without a doubt he was the outstanding player in the conference this year. His record during the three years that he was a member of the Jayhawker team shows that he is of All-American caliber.
It is also fitting that a member of the Kansas team should be in-
judged in such a selection. Kansas has had a habit of winning the championship. Its coach is one of the outstanding mentors of basketball in the country. "Phog" Allen has coached thirteen Kansas fives and has produced nine championship teams. Kansas also in a sense the adopted home of the game since its inventor, Dr. James Naismith, is a member of the faculty.
Mr. Gage made no mistake when he picked Bill Johnson.
A QUIET CAMPAIGN
With election date less than a week distant the campus political situation seem unusually quiet. In former years the hullabaloo concerning candidates and platform planks, which were for the most part vague generalities, began several weeks before election night. This year things are comparatively calm even now.
Some students classify the serenity of the political scene as the full before the storm, but if the lull holds out much longer there will not be time for a storm. Those who love a good fight are becoming fearful this election turn out to be a gentle April shower.
The reasons for this calm are hidden from the layman's eye, if reasons there be. Possibly the depression has at last put an end to the volumes of handbills which used to be distributed. Maybe party war chests will no longer permit the hiring of airplanes to scatter colored sheets' bearing inane remarks over the landscaped beauty of Mount Ourea.
But whatever the cause, the Kansan feels that the quietness of the campaign is no evidence that it is not a good campaign. Rather it believes that the restraint with which both parties in a large measure have conducted themselves makes for an election of real value rather than merely the triumph of one party or the other.
TRAINING IN LEISURE
If flushing is "just around the corner," it is to be hoped that it is not the same corner property has been baked around for so long.
The common practice in most colleges and universities is for students to start specializing at the beginning of the third year, in some cases earlier. Dr. John Huston Finley, former president of New York University says that a general tendency to specialize too soon in education is manifesting itself now. He argues that education should prepare the student for the right sort of leisure.
Doctor Finley points out that this aim of education is more important than ever with the present economic system resulting in an ever-increasing amount of leisure time.
One must agree with Doctor Finley's statement that specialization too soon makes life narrow. One should see and appreciate various fields and know the contributions and experiences of the race before specialization in any specific field is started.
Doctor Finley goes on to say that the student should not begin to specialize until after four years of study. Therein lies the point at which his arguments may most likely be attacked. Granted that his previous arguments are sound, the last point if carried out would increase the cost of education by approximately fifty per cent. It would likewise cut down the number of college graduates. Many students would find their school days of necessity at an end without having learned to do anything save spend their leisure time well.
Professor Cutting says 1 a b at since he came to the University 17 years ago, all political parties and groups had dungled in their elections.
MEDITATION
It's a long road that has no turning, or was it the worm that turned? Roads, worms, weather, women, and men are all alike in that respect, always turning. In fact, it would appear that it is a
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Phi Delta Kappa will hold initiation services at 4:30 p.m. Tuesday in Frase hall. Dinner will be at 6 p.m. in the cafeteria.
Notice due at Chancellor's office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:39 a.m. on Sunday issues.
PHI DELTA KAPPA;
Sunday, April 2, 1933
Vol. XXX
A good education enables you to get into more intelligent trouble—Armour "tech News."
The trouble with committee work is that nobody does any work—McPherson Republican.
They trust Gandhi as a politica leader because he hasn't any pockets—Cawker City Ledger.
SENIOR AND GRADUATE WOMEN:
All senior and graduate women students of the University are invited to be guests of the University Women's club on April 6 at Meryn hall from 3 to 4 p.m. and will be invited to attend a special event.
There's too many people rocking the boat and not enough pulling the oars—Cawker City Ledger.
SIGMA ETA CHI:
Our Contemporaries
There will be a meeting of Sigma Eta Chi at 5:15 Sunday in the chapel room. This will be a guest meeting. GENALDAD IRON, President.
Constance is a peculiar thing. Everyone is constant about some things some times; we have to be to keep our self respect. For instance, there is the girl who brags that she has never touched a cigarette and yet she is the heaviest necker on the campus. Or there is the man who is always punctual with his appointments and then gets home after the dinner is cold. Queen—We humans!
GARLAND DOWNUM, Secretary.
HOME ECONOMICS CLUB:
HANDTOWELS EXPENSIVE
difficult task for anything or person to remain straight.
The removal of paper towels from washrooms in most of the buildings on the campus has brought much protest. Students look at the large stacks of expensive tissue which fill every waste-
It is fitting that the move was made from within the faculty itself, and that the committee is made up of faculty members who have had experience in departments. To further brand the enterprise as a co-operative one, faculty members who do have credit will be enlisted.
AIDING THE FACULTY-THE CREDIT COMMITTEE
there will be a regular meeting of the Home Economies club in the form of a pount "The Parade of Fashion," Tuesday at 4 p.m. in Fraser theater. Anvayam will be present.
A statement, however, made by Raymond Nichols, secretary to the Chancellor, explains that the University has actually saved money by removing the hand-towels from the washrooms. "Otherwise," he said, "there would be no object in taking them out."
This statement should quiet those students who are asking for hand towels on the grounds that they are less expensive. However, the substitution of tissue for hand towels is a decided inconvenience and we shall welcome the day when real paper towels are again available.
basket in the washrooms, and complain that it is not only an inconvenience to do without hand-towels but it is an added expense to the University. They voice the belief that the tissue used is more expensive than coarse hand-towels, and that more of it is wasted.
With practically all students who are definitely remaining here more or less well taken care of, that other important division of the university body, the faculty, is being looked to. And, in the light of constantly-sale banks, bank holidays, and delayed appointments, it is high time that such a move was made. It is in the form of a committee which is prepared to function indefinitely in granting of credit to university staff members and employees who are in need.
A needy faculty is in much of a menace to educational progress as a needy student-body. Both sides of the educational give-and-take proposition must be so fitted as to be able to concentrate on the work in hand. The faculty is fortunate in having, now, this credit body at its disposal. The success of this clearance process should be made with more successful teaching, and a more successful general administration of the faculty and staff side of university affairs—Wisconsin Daily Cardinal.
--about. He whirled and drove his first hard into a belly.
LORENE KALKBRENNER, President
BELOW ZERO
A Romance of the North Woods
HAROLD TITUS
Copyright, 1932.
WNU Service
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
CHAPTER I — "Tom" Belkamp, Mgt operator, ordered by owner of a three months' trip abroad. Promises of enhancement has his brain, powers of advancement in the business, are broken for no apparent reason. Paul Gaelbkamp, Belkamp's partner, whom Tom has known for years, belkamp cordially dislikes, is a loane of contention. Father and son part in the plan to build a Belkamp orally dislike
SYNOPSIS
Now when a young man, fever hot with retinopathy, at odds with his world, set upon, treated unfairly, finding his firmest trust betrayed, and to his mourn, steps of a train into a strange town and is hit in the mouth by a stranger, certain events are bound to occur. There are sure signs of fortune within him relief,
It was easy enough for young John Belkamp to come to a decision as to whether the Mid-West headquarters, at the Mid-West headquarters, up in the wilderness, was as good a place as for any a young man going out on his own. He had to ask and ask for a chance. Easy, simple!
But not so easy to summon that rage which would wipe out the hurt. He and had his fondest hopes be trapped by the one human being he had trusted above all others. It cut and broke him as his arm drove himself into a furious tempter.
He had boarded a long train, pack-sack over his shoulder, oblivious to the stories of people in the station. He climbed the stairs and crossed, abused to a point which was intolerable. Through the remaining hours of the night he had tossed in his bag, he jumped out of the disappointment and heartache. Today, on a less comfortable train, he climbed the stairs and bounced on northward for increasingly rough steel, he sat for long intervals without moving a muscle, the tree in his eyes growing, the darkening sky.
Snow fell. Now and again some of it sifted down from the ventilators to the greasy rattian seats of the smoker. The brakeman came in and lighted oil lamps as waning afternoon brought whiry darkness. One more change line. . . But he was not going to stop at Kampestie!
He moved with a start, then, and his jaw muscles bulged. This was the route he had planned so long to take. He had not even been in those years of planning. On through Kampfert, rather, on for the better part of another handout, he stopped saying, “You’re out of luck,” the conductor said; “getting into Kampfert tonight.” They got three cars off on a curved road, and they stopped their line open. Tell you what; the Junction boarding house’s a fright. You could go on to Shoestring where there’s a good place to stay and come home, where in time to get the east-bound.
"Snohstring? Never heard of it."
"Spry little town." The conductor smiled grimly as he adjusted the wick of his hatten. "If the branch hadn't been booked this afternoon, you would see some big times there tonight."
John did not heed him. He said,
"Much obliged," and satted back in
the corner of his seat with his wrinkle.
He turned down rose and sung
out: "Shewing剧."
A voice sung out sharply:
"That's him!"
Buttoning his Mackinaw, 'linging his packsack to one shoulder. John stood over the door with his arms a stop. He was the only passenger disbanding, and when he pulled the door open snow swirled about him, hitting the windows against the slow of dove light.
"You'd better git back on the train," the man said. "You ain't welcome here."
"Check him through!" someone called hoarsely.
He dropped to shin-deep snow on the platform, and a builting figure moved to confront him.
“what's the big idea?” John snapped.
“Who are you to—”
"We can't here to argue, Jack! You "git back aboard that car and keep your feet out of Sheoostring and you'll be better off!"
The big man grasped his arm determinedly, and as John twisted to the side he realized that his hand to catch his balance and, on the posture, a sitting blow caught him.
An instant before, and despite his black mood, he would have argued; but that fist on his lips dropped a red finger as he pressed the anger of the anger which had kept him hot for two days and a night; stripped reason from him. He crouched up; he rushed, sweeping across the room back on any train! He bored into them, through them, until he had distance between himself and the car outside. He stiffened, still stiff blow on the neck that spun him
He Whirled and Drove His Fist
Hard into a Billy
Voices, then, sharp, and profane,
Someone struck him on the cheek, and
with an unpleasant John dropped a man
hanging from a tree. The taste of blood on his lips gouged him.
They came on with a rush. He kicked one out and a couple twisted another. He struck and kicked and elbowed and ducked. His head rocked sideways from a blow, and he squeezed his eyes wide open. They could mount a dizning of muzzle dizziness. They could have had him down and busted to a palp in the throat. They could have been there. They were too mad, too eager to carry the fight; they got in one another's way, fended off the blows of their
A man, charging him, checked and veered, and he had a fleeting glimpse of a small figure on the edge of the table. He gazed in wonder, holding up a disdainful hand.
A voice, then, a girl's voice, was raised sharply;
"Stop! Stop it! Tiny, Ezra, Way.
Bill! Let him alone!"
The "him" was beyond a doubt John Steelbak, but that young man was now in no mood to be let alone! He was in no mood to be allowed him, posed waiting; perhaps in indolence at the sudden wiling of spirit or intent among his fellows; perhaps waiting on this stranger who was so far away that he could not see the latter his wait was brief because as he kicked free from those impending hands John rushed him, striking out quickly with short, savage glorying in this moment of even odds.
The man retreated slowly. Once he landed and jolted John severely, but this advantage worked against him in the fight. He was able to strengthen and fury hard hinder him backward into the garrue that streamed from the open station door.
A cry, then, as John, barehended face set, burst into the light,
"Taint it harm, Tiny!" "Taint it harm!"
Now this Tiny might, in another manner,
be the shout distracted him, did he care
to lay upon an allib. But even before
the words were past the lips that
he had been fighting for, the opening
he had been fighting for.
temples.
Full on the point of Tinyp's chin his knuckles struck and the man's legs sagged. The force of the blow rocked him backward and he crumpled. His head, rolling to the side, crunched against the truck the wheel of a baggage truck.
John heard that sound and a tingle ran through him. He lurched on foreground, crunching as if to pounce upon his friend. John knocked the big evil out, but he did not like that crunch! He clutched at his shoulder and a hands protest
"Get away!" John cried, shaking off the hands, headless of the words, and dropped to his knees in the snow beside the fallen man.
"Get back!" John snapped. "Out of the light. you!"
"It hit his head!" someone cried, as they gathered closely about, a weir of legs damming back light from the door.
The voice of authority, that, and it cut through a railing mutter from the crowd, forced a falling back to let yellow light filter on the prostrate
Ting grimaced and puckered his lips and stirred. He mounced next, and opened one eye and whimpered.
The man's face was bruised and
hurt. He lay his hat, and when John
ruled, he lay on his back. He dropped back limply. The man
breathed heavily, and apprehension
grew.
"Get hold here!"—sharply. "Carry him inside where he can I see?" And gently, coally, considering the man's broad shoulders and raised the torso. Others helped, for the most part wordlessly, and they shuffled into the waiting room with their burden, placing it carefully on the floor beside the
John was beedles of the crowd that pressed close again. He removed the mask and looked around in the light, careful fingers rummaged through the stiff hair. He encountered a great brune, no depression. The cap dropped from his face so no fracture, perhaps not even . . .
Tiny surreal and moody.
"Got me some snow!" John sald, and two scurried outside.
With his handkerchief he wiped blood from the man's chin, and when the snow came he took a great handful and held it against brow and
"What h' l—" he began, and the crowd stirred, as in relief.
John drew a deep breath, then, and cooked up a dish of saffron-infused fries, their vese, and as his eyes swept them they urged on him with curious expressiveness.
"He wants to know what the h—l—"
he began. "And that mukes two of us. What the h—d does it—"
She was looking full in his face, and as he broke his grunt question he inclined his head slightly as in recognition of a difference—and in apology.
he caught his breath. "Sorry!"—o her. "I should say—whipping his chance to the men again—what's a stronger to think of being ganged like
A slim, wiry man, who had squatted on the other side of the reviving Tiny smoke.
He broke short. He had settled back to his heels, searching those faces with a demand for explanation. He saw her walking side by side him, looking down. Very small and slight of figure she was, and the face beneath the sung curtion of beaver caught her eye. Her rough. Her ears were dark and large and serious; more than serious, perhaps; possibly deep trouble line to them in with the repressed line of them.
"We was expectit' another party,
and said, 'You're a match for him in his shoes.'
He looked 'in'; this particular hard egg sent in to clean na out by old Tom
(To Be Continued)
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