PAGE TWO . THURSDAY. MARCH 30.1933 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS University Daily Kansan Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE KANSAS Editor-in-Chief PAUL V. MINER Chiles Coleman Arnold Kvetzmann Managing Editor SIDNEY KROSE Make on-load Editor Virgil Parker Managing Editor Maryann McClarean Night Editor Margaret Dowment Smart Editor Paul Woodsmith Art Director Arlene Baldwin Society Editor Madeline Brown Alumni Editor Jane Dale Advertising Manager MARGARET INCE District Manager Jack Leibhoff Robert Whitney Santana Henson Margaret Iman Stafford Rowe Harry Millman Athena Timmons McCann James McCaren Annelid Kremmann Jennifer Smith David Smith Published in the afternoon, five times a week and on Sunday morning, by students in the department of Journalism of the University or The Press of the Department of Journalism. Business Office News Room Night Connection, Business Office Night Connection, News Room Subscription price, $4.00 per year, available advance. Single copies, 5 each. Entered at secondclass matter September 19, 1916, at the post office at Lawrence, Kansas. WHERE ARE OUR CHEERLEADERS? THURSDAY, MARCH 30. 1932 Yesterday morning at Convocation when the Chancellor invite the student body to rise and sing the "Crimson and the Blue," which is always followed by the "Rock Chalk," there was not a cheer leader in the audience. Where are those men, "elected on their merits after trial," and who represent some of the leading social organizations on the Hill when they are needed? Convocations attract as true a cross-section of the student body as do any other University function, and it is downright humiliating to be without a cheerleader for the "Rock Chalk," especially in the presence of visitors. "Mae" saved us from having to give up the chant yesterday, as he has had to do at other conventions. It would have been a sheepish bunch of people that filed out of the Auditorium, regardless of the modern "don't care" attitude concerning school cheering, traditions and other of the more sentimental parts of school life, had he not beer there to save us from unified con fusion. If we cannot have a cheer leader, we may as well give up the old yell. Nerts to you cheerleaders! "We've had our suspicion about Kwajai's politics for some time, but little did we guess that it was booking the book for the War department. MUDSLINGING Restaurant's Campus Opinion from C. P. illustrates the difficulty of discussing intelligently the problem of mudding in Hill political campaigns without a definition of terms. Evidently C. P. and the Kansan do not agree upon what constitutes this thing called mudding. From the tone of C. P.'s communication, nothing that campus politicians say of each other and of opposition platforms could be termed mudding. Invective, innuendo, and malicious defaction would be condoned because it was uttered in defense of "a dynamic and momentous idea." The Kansan does not agree. It believes that such inane trivialities do not have a place in University political campaigns. It believes that Hill parties can defend and explain their platforms and conduct the campaign without stooping to use of such artificialities. This paper believes that too often in the past Hill parties have camouflaged lack of intelligent, constructive platforms with generalities and abuse deliberately calculated to hide the defection from voters. In other years, instead of advancing constructive plans for the betterment of the University and the students, Hill political parties have spent their time in making sarcastic jibes at the opposition party and in maliciously attacking opposing candidates. In the past, campaigns have been fought out on just such lines, and the cause of effective student government has suffered. If thinking students will demand that Hill politics be pitched on a higher plane and will insist on campaigns free from invective and banding of personalities, student gov ement will be immensely benefitted. This paper has been informed that leaders in the two major factions have net, discussed the whole matter and have agreed on a working principle. This agreement should be made public so that the student body as a whole may know when either party breaks it and transgresses common sense and decency in conducting the campaign. There is no reason why students should be kept in the dark. The Kanran considers as mud-slinging the article in the first issue of the Pachacamac News concerning the Oread-Kayhawk coalition. It considers as mudsliding such phrases in the Oread Kayhawk platform as "a faice of fools," "a flock of marionettes," "a council that is a plum orchard." "Jack Horners and embryonic ward healers," "The resultant government is a web of patronage." This is mud-slinging according to C.P.'s definition of libelous personal attacks. It is not necessary that names be used for a matter to be libelous. The council is small enough that its membership is known by most students. The Kaans is wholesheated in favor of "dynamic and vigorous ideas" and vigorous expression of them in Hill politics, but it does not feel that invective and mud-slinging fall in this classification. It's like using "dunn" and "hell" in conversation because it is vigorous. That it may be, but it often shows a lack of intelligence and inability to express oneself with the English language. And now that beer will be back on the day of the men's student elections, the defended can down their sorrow and the victors can celebrate. Ob, shucks, they would have anyay. WHOSE COUNTRY IS THIS? Treason! A federal investigation on this charge is being ought against Brown University for its "war against war." The Brown Daily Herald, student newspaper, has been circulating a petition among the colleges of the United States, the signers of which pledge themselves not to take up arms except in the event of an invasion of this country. Treason, indeed! The constitution of this nation carries with it the right of freedom of speech and the press, the freedom to follow the dictates of one's own mind and reason. And yet, this act is labeled treason. The movement for federal investigation demonstrates one of the greatest of human frailties, the enlarged hamband, the swell head, the universal ego. Public servants consider themselves the rulers of humanity. Give them two weeks in office and they forget that they are supposed to be representatives of the public. They immediately plan and do as they think. The public is to be manipulated to suit their ends. The esteemed citizens who contemplate charging the student paper with treason seem unable to realize that the paper and the persons who have worked for the "war against war" are the public whom they should be serving rather than oersecting. Although this may be merely funny to some, it is not such a bad idea to our way of thinking. If a nickel's worth of sandpaper and a little brown-grease applied to the rough legs of chairs can prevent runners in the dollar-a pair-stockings which the ladies wear, we would say that the effort is justified. It might be tried here. Several students got a laugh when they read the news in the Daily Kansan that the chairs in the library at the University of California had been sandpapered to prevent runners in the women's silk stockings. SANDPAPER CHAIRS TO PREVENT RUNNERS Unlike the University of California, however, the chairs in the library at the University are not the ones which need to be resurfaced; for the seats there are ala N.M.E. meeting this evening at 7:30 F. C. Hutchinson, developing engines for aure Air Products company, will give a talk about场面 at MAURICE BRZULKUS. OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY COLLEGE Nutley at Chancellor's office at 117 W. 40th St on regular afternoon publication day A. S. M. E.; ties due at Chancellor's office at 11:00 a.m. Saturday February and 11:30 a.m. Saturday February scores. --most new, and the legs fairly smooth. But there are some chairs in buildings on the campus which contain splinters capable of snagging silk hose. A little sandpaper on them would not come amiss, and would save the women some big hosiery bills. No 128 DELTA PHI DELTA: Pledge service for Delta Phil Dhi will i= hold this evening at 8 o'clock in the home of Miss Ketcham. All activities and pledges are required to attend. MARJORIE NELSON, President. Mary volumes might be filled with pretty stuff that was written in the ages past and which the world will not forget, but it will not remember our friends and sensible staff until tomorrow. Mighty high, fast, isn't - Leavensword Times. DRAMATIC CLUB There will be a meeting of the Dramatic club in Frozen theater at 7:30 this evening. GENE BHUBBS, President. INTER-RACIAL MEETING: The regular meeting of the Inter-racial group will be held this evening from 7 to 8 o'clock. Ceceline Smith, regional secretary of the Southwest and Southern Student regions, will speak on "Caucasus Which Lie Behind Racial Conflict." Because of the large number expected to be present, this meeting is to be held at Westminster hall. These who are interested in hearing here are invited to be present. MILDIRED MITCHIELL, WANDA EDMONDS, Chairmen. K. U. RADIO CODE There will be a meeting of the K. U. Radio club in room 115 Marvin hall at 7:30 this evening. Fred Wheeler will be the speaker. All those interested in radio are invited to attend. DANA PRATT, President. K. U. RADIO CLUB; PETTIONS FOR MEN'S STUDENT COUNCIL. Our Contemporaries Petitions for Men's Student Council election should be filed with Eugent Manning, secretary of the Council, before 6 p.m. Friday, March 31. Opoting again from the University Daily Kansas: "During political rights of the past few years, both factions on the Hill have voiced a desire to conduct the campaigns without mudsling and irradiating in personalities. Each time, the people they campaign against have been broken, and before election night, mud slinging, hambledy of personalities, and dirty politics in general were rife. A substitution of mature political methods for the childish and irrational paigns will do much to put Hill policies on a plane where it will be of genuine value to students." When University students are enco- menced as the above paragraph censures them, it is important they don't help feeling ashamed. The mud- ingling in school campuses is merely following the example set by the dirty politicians in the units of city govern- THE PRETTY WRITER Editors of University publications are to be complimented on their stand in the fight against dirty politics in school government. It is hoped that the seed they are sowing will bear fruit in years to come in municipal state and national politics, as is evident from need of soap and water: C. J. W. in the Winfield Courtier. Strange, too, that the work of some of these heart breakers should so long. There was one so long ago that they sang to me in a church where he lived, who wrote about the stars singing together and all the trees of the fields clapping their bands for joy over the birth of a new world; and when I wrote some three thousand years ago. An unknown editorialist on the University Daily Kansan catches the current spirit of pretty writing so perfectly that it almost breaks our heart: "Go for a walk—alone into the night, late; away from prey, in the morning." He enters into the arms of the wind. Try to forget all your worldly troubles and become a part of the silent, pulsating spirit of the night. When you look into the skies and see the clouds raining against the endless nothing above you, you will be overwhelmed by the immensity of Life." Jack Harris. HAROLD DENTON, President. The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shewth His handwork; day unto day utter speech and night unto night showeth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their words cannot come out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he Hes set a tabernacle for the sun, which is as a bridgingcoming out of his chamber, and rejoisteth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven and there is nothing kid from the heat thereof. The Black Box of Silence Illustrations by O. Irwin Myers By Francis Lynde (WNU Service) (Copyright by William Gerard Chapman.) Landslid shut his eyes when Marvinkins left him. He didn't want to see the nurse; what he wanted most was a chance to think; to try to remember what it was that贝贝y had said to him that he had recieved fatating into her arms. He heard the nurses when she came in and crossed the room, and was inclined to be rebellions when he felt her sit down on the edge of the bed. She pushed him aside, he thought. When she continued to sit there, he opened his eye a sixteenth of an inch to see what she looked like. Before he could determine, a law voice said, "Don't be so fussy. Give it even, disir; it's nobody but me." "Betty," he gasped, coming wide-eyed. "Did—did Wally mean you when he said 'nurse'?" She nodded. "I've been waiting. The doctor said you might be yourself again some time today. Is your poor head hurting awfully?" "It feels as if I'd lost it and it got a "nuckled dinner pet" in its place. Day is at 4? I forgot to ask Wally." It's "Wednesday the day we..." "It's Wednesday—the day after, you know. It was yesterday you had that dreadful fight in the mine." He looked away from her when he asked the question; "What became of Canby?" "He is in jail." He is in jail "Door wist!" "No; not if he were the last man on earth." "Why am I poor?" "I shouldn't think you'd need to ask. Weren't you going to marry him?" "I know, Wally has told you his story, and now I've got to tell you mine. I'm going to tell you just what happened, and then you'll hate me. You know whybert Curt Cany wanted you to walk out of the way, don't you?" "But Betty—" "I know why he wanted to obliterate Wally and me. But you—" "Yes; with daddy along. And we hadn't come very far before I was glad daddy had accepted his invitation. In just a little time while I knew there was an opportunity and that you and Wally were mixed up in it some way. After that, I tried and tried to find out what it was; why you and Wally seemed to be trying to catch up with three men who had been with Wally trying to get to them first." as he was of you and vetoed. "But you come out here with him in his car." "Well, you know now, don't you? It was that black box of mine, Wally has told you about the box—my noise-killer—haven't he?" Wally and me. But you "Ihe was just as much afraid of me as he was of you and Wally." When she nosedd assent, he went on. "There were three banks and a horse that had been booted, on the way out here, and not in any of the places, did anybody notice?" "You think those three men stole your invention? Where did you keep it?" "In the safe in my workshop." "When was it stolen?" "On the night when you acted so well as leading lady. You do remonstrate with her, in a queer break, right in the middle of a passage?" "We all noticed it. "I had the box with me, and I had It switched on for a few seconds to show Wally what it would do. After the play, Wally went with me to my lab, and we talked about it. Just before he headed out, I handed him a set of it up. In the morning the safe was open and the box gone. I phoned for Wally and he came right over. We found the tracks of an auto in the alley, and footprints between them had been shoe-shaped in what kind of footwear? "There was only one that was plain; it was the print of a woman's shoe in the soft earth under the lace. You know, I don't know what he did with it." "No; but just the same, I know. He went straight to our house and went up to my bedroom and compared the east with one of my shoes." I know. "You do? Did he tell you?" "What? Good heavens—you must have dreamed that!" "No, I didn't dream it. There was nobody but Olga, the maid, in the room. We had a new bed and walked Walty Pd be home in a few minutes and showed him into the living room. When she not back to the room, she slapped me up on her body upsize. She slipped up the back way and saw Walty. He was in bed. He pulled out his dress, ear band, and in the other a white thing that looked like part of a shoe. She told me after he'd gone, and then "You'll have to make it plainer. My old head isn't functioning very well, just now. What did you know?" old head dont functioning very well, I had to tell him all the time that "all came to me like a dim recollection of a bad dream. I seemed to see myself kneeling before your safe hand from it. Don't you remember how you once showed me how to work the comma?" "But, Betty! That's simply impossible. You couldn't have remembered the combination." I rologten it almost as soon as you showed me, and I don't remember it now. But don't the psychologists never forget anything? The mind never forgets anything?" "You're getting in too deep for me now. But it's all perfectly ridiculous, anyway. You wouldn't do such a thing as that." LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY Eye Glasses Exclusively 1025 Mass. "Of course I wouldn't—not willingly. But can't you imagine me doing it unwillingly?" "No!" "Then I have to tell you something I thought I never told anyone. You know Bert Canny drove me to the theater that night, don't you?" "I haven't wanted to believe it; it too horrible. But I'm afraid it's true. Owen. At first, I thought I'd just dropped off for a few minutes while he was talking. Orna told me about Wally and my shoes secured me, though I didn't know then that your safe had been burglared, or that anything had gone on." He said the night and looked at the clock, I knew we hadn't come straight home from Pozoni's. It made me furious to think that anybody had the power to turn me into a puppet - a phishing tool? No, it was invited us to drive here with him. I meant to make him tell me what he'd done to me - or what he'd made me do! "You'd know he wouldn't. Every time I asked him about that drive home, he laugh and say that I want to sleep, and that he just drove around town for a while to let me have my meal. He was so scared that she've felt that he was trying it again—trying to get the control, mean. I could feel his will pushing hard against mhoe, and now I knew he was afraid I might remember." Landsis was silent for a little time after she stopped. Then he said, "I'm pretty badly up in the air, Botty. You see, I've been thinking, all along—with everybody else—that you were in my bed. But now, now I'm gone. Now you've left me sort of gaping. But I—I'm awfully glad, you know—for Wally's sake." "For Wally's sake!" she said, with the quaint little grimnese that had always made him want to kiss her. Then she lingered. "I wonder if there ever was a time when I could exasperatingly—oh, I can't find words for it! Have I got to tell you right out plain that there has never been anybody but you, just you, always, you dear, dense, absent-minded, self-confident, same-question? Didn't you know that?" "Toolish boy," she said softly. "Don't you know you couldn't lose me if you should try ever so hard?" Then. "My (G - d) he breathed." "Have I been that stupid and blind, Betty? But you know, don't you, that I've gotten it too hard to tell you so only because I wanted to be nible—I mean, I was waiting until I could offer you something more than a meal. You're not going to haven't any more than these to offer you now, for there'll be no more experiments with things like the black box. And when Canby battled in it "Listen—here comes the doctor making his round! If he finds me here in bed, I will be murdered. In he'll murder me. Kiss me quick, dear, and let me run. And don't you "Foolish Doy," The Said Softly, dare have a temperature when he comes in." [THE END.] After she had fed him, and the house physician, bearded, bereaved and savagely professional, had come and had applied his thermometer to read temperature. He grinned and said, "Never mind a bit of temperature. Doctor. If you didn't be through what I have, you'll have a hundred and five and still be calling it normal. I'm all right. You couldn't be too much for life." Frozen Fruit Salad, 15c One of the Spring Specials at the Sub-Basement, Memorial Union Weavers RENTAL LIBRARY New Books at Number 36 — Gerald Johnson The Years of Love — Margaret Widemore First Floor CHAPTER I Banana Bottom McKay In his young days Tom Beckmann may have squirmed now and then; most men who have undergone the viciest tides of fortune-building in the lumber industry have. But this much is certain; for a brace of decades, if he hadn't been kept so insecure, he kept it well to himself, concealable behind that brusk, griff front. Now, however, he put on a first-rate exhibition of a man in an uncomfortable corner as Harrington, small and elegant chamber and stared at him. STARTS TOMORROW The old fellow had made his assis- tion with a grow, as he always did when at variance with his allds, and ended argument shortly. Not today. "That," said Harrington, after that long pause occasioned by incredulity, "what's the boy going to say to that?" "Do it all with his' told." "Tweet?" You'll disappoint him twice, Tom? You *a boy with . . . . with as much sport as you have never thought*? Tom? No, he doesn't. And frowned, and old man. Stink in the depta of that great chair, roired an uneasy eye at him, an eye which had in it defiance and determination to resist. And you could be cook it stimulating a year ago in June when you sent him from college to Witch Hill instead of to Kampbell. To be honest, he talked and phoning, but you told him to go and show what he could do and he would not be a few minutes to complain a few minutes to criticize the reward you held out to him, and instead of sending him to Kampbell, you're shouting him off on Icknip Seak. It beats The other fidgeted with his watch chain and cleared his throat irritably, then yelled, "Yes! Thank you!" Kampfert yet, . . . Not yet! "I thank you. Shock his mouth. 'No, so!' Not to me." Harrington's gray eyes were prying now, suspicion rile in them as he studded the averted face of the man he knew so well. "Are you in trouble at Kampfest?" he nushed quietly, and the old face dashed up at him. Read It Starting Tomorrow in the Daily Kansan