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TUESDAY. MARCH 28, 1933
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN. LAWRENCE. KANSAS
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MUDSLINGING AGAIN
The recently issued Oread-Kayawk platform contained much that was intelligent discussion of student problems, but much that was invective pure and simple. It contained such phrases as "Jack Horners and embryonic ward healers," "The resultant government is a web of patronage," "servile ye men," "a force of fools," "a council that is a plum alorem," "a flock of marionettes," "an unimspiritual past."
It is hard to see how the use of such phrases as these is conducive to a clean campaign, which both parties have professed to desire. Such a beginning is a sign that this campaign will degenerate, as have done others in the past, into a force of abuse and personalities. Another campaign such as those waged in the last few years, will do serious harm to the common cause of good government. Student government on the Hill must not be turned into a political creek.
If the parties insist upon slinging mud, students will be justified in thinking that all of it is a cloak to cover lack of constructive platforms and refusal to do any intelligent thinking to meet the common
gent timing to meet the common problems of students.
As yet, it has not gone far. The Kansan hopes it will go no farther
An unknown editorialist on the University Daily Kansan catches the current spirit of pretty writing so perfectly that it almost brews our hearts "Go for a walk—alone into the night late, away from people, and let your self be absorbed into the arms of the wind. Try to forget all of your worldly troubles and become a part of the silent, pulsating spirit of the night. When you step out of the clouds racing across the endless nothing above you, you will be overwhelmed with the immensity of life." J.P.H. in the Chamute Tribute.
If our recent dissertation on the Immensity of Life gave Jack Harris such an emotional wrench that it nearly impaired his hardened old heart of its life's blood, we am sorry that he can't take it. But the philosophy still goes! In fact, we took another long walk last night but this time we weren't alone a we walked into the night, and the world was still immense. It was so terrific that we stumbled home with our head in a daze, and scrawled off some verses on life and—
But for the sake of those who wondered about the frantic "Cry in the Wilderness" from a normally sane person, we might say that the reasons for the outburst were: an empty pocketbook, a strong seagirl and a disappointing "No, I'm sorry. Some other night perhaps."
The serious senior says that these are the kind of times when companies fire the staff and have a man,
BARTER FOR STUDENTS
"I'll swap this necktie and this cigaret lighter (it really works) for those History 2A notes of yours."
"What am I offered for this tux shirt and fountain pen?"
"How about this lipstick for those two hankies?"
This sort of conversation may be heard once a week at Drake University. Each Friday students
gather for the purpose of carrying on an old time barter. They get rid of what they don't need and receive in return things that may be of some use. Prizes are offered to the organization registering the most articles for barter. To inject fun into the affair, a prize is offered to the student telling the most entertaining story about a swap or series of swaps.
Aside from the entertainment which such a plan offers, a great deal of benefit might come from such an innovation. Without a doubt every student's room atop or around Mount Orcid contains articles for which the owner has no further use. Perhaps the owner does not have ready cash to purchase other things that he needs or would like to have. Such a barter system would enable him to obtain these things without an outlay of cash.
Here is an opportunity for some group on the Hill to aid fellow students at no expense to the organization. It might be possible or the Y.M.C.A. to sponsor such a Student Trading Post.
We are afraid that there will be no one here to vote in the men's student elections, since then will be against him again in Kansas City that day.
"SNOWBALL"
"Snowball" is not at home in North Lawrence to any of his callers any more. This genial old colored man, who has often been seen on the streets of Lawrence riding a motorcycle with the skill of a traffic policeman has moved for the third and last time to his home in Lansing, the state penitentiary, where he will dwell until the end of his days.
The passing of "Snowball" is a near calamity to many. He had the reputation of being the best distiller in Douglas county, and his customers will be compelled to imbibe spirits of lesser merit since the old master brewer has gone away.
INADEQUATE LIBRARY FACILITIES
To most students who view the outside of Watson Library, or make use of its well-lighted study rooms, the building probably seems perfectly adequate to the needs of the University. In one respect, however, it is inadequate. It lacks sufficient stack room for the accommodation of all the books which are now owned by the University.
According to the 1932 report issued by the librarian, the University now owns more than 30,000 books which cannot be comfortably taken care of in the library. As a result, these volumes are being crowded into almost any space available. Some are now on shelves in the corridors, and many are being piled on the floors of the stack rooms.*
And the situation, as it stands now—is not nearly so bad as it will be in future years. According to the librarian, the University is now adding 9,000 volumes to its collection of books each year. It is obvious that in the near future,
books being added by the thousands, the situation will become impossible. The present program of keeping the collection up to date will have to be abandoned because there will be no place to put new purchases. Furthermore, any donations of books which may be made will have to be rejected for the same reason.
As a remedy, the librarian has suggested that a seventy-five foot wing be erected at the rear of the building, at the west end of the section which now houses the stacks. Such an addition would not change the appearance of the front of the building, but would make room for 400,000 additional volumes. The expense entailed would be about $120,000. Although this is a poor year to talk of building improvements, the addition to Watson Library is one of the most worthy improvement projects which could be undertaken.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
There will be an all-University convention tomorrow, March 29, at 10 a.m. in the University Auditorium.
E. H. LINDELY
Notice due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication di
and 11:30 a.m. on Sunday, for shorties issues.
UNIVERSITY CONVOCATION:
BOTANY CLUB:
No. 136
There will be a meeting of the Botany club tonight at 7:20 at the home of Dr. A. J. Mix, 134 Louisiana street. Professor Stevens will speak. All members please be present. D. J. OBEE, President.
BRINSTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION:
The regular meeting will be held at 4:20 tomorrow in room 32 Administer-
ment.
JESSIE PICKELL, President.
DISPENSARY:
The Dispensary will be closed tomorrow, March 29, during the convocation hour, 10 to 11 a.m. DR. R. I. CANUTESON.
There will be a meeting of the Dramatic club in Fraser theater at 7:30 Thursday evening.
GENE HIBBS, President
DRAMATIC CLUB:
Le Corée Francaise se reunit mercredi à quatre heures et demie, saille 30
Fraser. Tous ceux qui parlent français sont invités.
LE CERCLE FRANCAIS:
MEN'S STUDENT COUNCIL PETTIONS
MARY SHRUM, Secretary.
Petitions for Men's Student Council election should be filed with Eugene Manning, secretary of the council, before 6 p.m. Friday, March 31.
The regular mid-week variety will be held from 7 to 8 tomorrow evening at the Memorial Union.          GZWIN HUPTLED, Manager.
MID-WEEK VARSITY:
PI LAMBDA THETA:
Initiation service for new members will be held at 7:30 tomorrow evening in room 119 Friar Hall, initiates meet in room 103 Friar. Dean Swenson will welcome the new students.
MARGARET E. ROBERTS, Secretary
WOMEN'S PHYSICAL EDUCATION CLASSES
Important business meeting of Theta Epina will be held at 7 o'clock this evening at 1218 Mississippi Street. All members are expected to be present.
The women's Physical Education classes will not meet tomorrow. Thursday and Friday of this week on account of the Mid-West Physical Education Convention at Wichita.
RUTH HOOVER, ELIZABETH DUNKEL.
WOMEN'S RIFLE TEAM:
This is the last week of rifle firing. All members who have failed to shoot both prone and sitting each week are requested to do so now that the results have been published.
W. S. G. A. COUNCIL:
The windshelld said to the chamois, "Youse a viper."—K.C. Kansan.
ROWENA LONGSHORE, Manager
Nobody can tell for sure whether it's spring in the air or just the dust from spring housecleaning-V.B. in the El Dorado Times.
There will be no meeting of the W. S. G. A. Council this evening.
HIPPEN HAUSON, D..
Campus Opinion
Arabia has no insane asylum as there are nomad people living there.
Editor Daily Kansan:
In view of the recent unwarranted attacks on the managing editor of the Kamen which "have driven him, and have caused him to be in answer, we suggest that the policy of this column be changed so that the title may read, Selected Campus Opin-
Thus, the editor relieved of the necessity of answering Campus Opinions, will be able to devote his extremely intense time* to pitching "hairy shoes." H.P. O.D.
The Eskimo word for love, according to a book on life about the arctic circle is billonersuccuezpii. That, no doubt, accounts for the long arctic nights, for convincing a girl that you love her would take some time. -Cawker City Ledger.
QUIPS from other QUILLS
--of the day or night it was in Here? And that hard the worst of It. Do you know that I do, d—d well! It was the fellow who made it—the fellow we locked up when he came back.
Gun Victim's Suit Opens Before Jury headline.
And was his face red!—A.R. in the Daily Cardinal.
This story from Augusta, GA, telling of two lamb mothers by a hound and taught to hunt rabbits has a parallel in the story of the Kansas farmer. He swallowed a grain of wheat. Two years later he choked on an 48-pound sack of flour and 106 pounds of bran—C.J.W. in the Winfield Courier.
If Ed Wym and Eddie Cantor want some wheeze not nearly so old as the ones they are shooting out over the radio, they go to a college where you get collar woes of the Jayhawk, a junior college paper gotten out by the Kansas City, Kansas students. Jayaquswang column is edited by Lyle Gravat who pulls out wearing brevities in the issue of March 12.
Example number one of "much to-do over nothing" is the impending election on the K.U. campus. Example number two, its nearest rival, is the average city election.-R.B.R. in the Garden City Telegram.
A college education is quite often stumped by too many stunts—McPherson Republican.
The
Black Box of Silence
--of the day or night it was in Here? And that hard the worst of It. Do you know that I do, d—d well! It was the fellow who made it—the fellow we locked up when he came back.
By Francis Lynde
Illustrations by O. Irwin Myers
(WNU Service)
(WNU Service)
(Copyright by William Gerard Chapman.)
THE STORY
CHAPTER I - Having demonstrated the power on an extraordinary niche, the three men are dressed in green Lansia, young inventor, in a black shirt and his chum, Wally Marxman, that he fears the device, if exploited might be his own. The black box is stolen from a safe in the basement.
CHAPTER II- Llandwyn tells Markham how he learned the combination of the safe, is Betty Lawson, with whom the inventor works. He describes the window beneath the window of an important
CHAPTER 13. *Iv* - Markham, vaguely
known in his hotel room in his absence.
He finds the room and a complete set of burglar's
valves and a complete set of burglar's
valveers and a burglar's kit to the hotel
valveers and burglar's kit in his
room. That night the safe in the
room was blown open and locked. The
date was blown open and locked. The
Satfied that his "black box" is
not locked, the muses he feared. Landis, with Mark-
ham, finds the safe.
CHAFTER III--Betty, daughter of a Marsham. Both he and Landis believe to be above surmiction, but to assure them that she is not the cast to one of Bettys show. They cannibalize a stranger in town, who is posing home from the theater the previous night. The car Marsham does not tell Landis his discovery. That the girl should have been from Landis' side is uninhabitable, but from Landis' side she was present at the time she proves she was present at the time.
CHAITLER V- Ai Portfolio they and their staff, in the Lake Michigan strangers, riding in the Fliestwing, will visit the city, ville, are the only possible景点. They allow them to view low, them, althoughadvice from Louisiana residents. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three. At 31 St. Joseph Markham on the third of the three.
CHAPTER VI - While he and Laura are sleeping, Markham a car is坐 on the road to the minibus they go on. On the road to the minibus, Markham is flying ahead of them. As a boy she is surprised at their presence in the car and a conversation between Canny and her father's journey. Markham is confronted him on the right truck. Continues his he is on the right truck. This follows the three men in the Fletcher the Cimpaher mine has been held up there was no sound of the explosion, so Cimpaher and his party. Markham mine owned by Starbucks, gives information which pills up the evil forces.
CHAPTER VIH—At贸家 they were the West on business connected with the East, and the West on business connected with her father are with him as guests. They are not with him as partners and Markham are patient and Markham are assaulted by his boots welldown-fourth, Markham decides, the two of them evidентичны having become inscrutable because of his belief that Davenport was
CHAPTER 6. **Returning**, with Betty McGarry and the back, Martin hears off two men who are on the verge of a bank robbery. The man from Louisiana are registered at Louisville, and the man from Kentucky are registered at Louisville. Louisville have been following, and betting, on the robbery.
CHAPTER XL — Seeking Lands,
Barkham is deceived into taking a
ong trip from Brewer, and gets
ack to find both Betty and Lands
CHAPTER XII
"We are nearly at the end of things,
Betty," he said soberly. "You see how much there is left of the candle. After it is none well he will be buried alive."
"I know; but it will not affair, Owen. It-it will be starvation, won't it? I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid of rock and face it the best we can."
For a little while they sat in silence. When he spoke it was to say, "To unbite you would happen to be able if I did not shrink—the devils, whether they are, who kidnapped you, wouldn't have left you to starve in the bottom of that
"Maybe not. But you mustn't think of that now. You did what you thought was best; we both did. Do you think they've got Will, too?"
“If he is gone, there is nobody to miss me; not very soon. Anyhow. The host will stay overnight with the Smiths, and the people at the hotel won't miss you,
"No, I suppose not."
As he spoke, the remaining bit of enamel wick fell over, to burn fichteringly for a few seconds before it went out.
After a moment in the Stygian darkness that followed the extinguishing of the candle, Betty said wearily, "I'm awfully tired; n'terent you, Owen?"
"No; not very tired. But I know you must be. Put your need on my shoulder and go to sleep. If you can."
She did it, and after a little while she knew from her regular breathing that she had really fallen asleep. He crumbled, and then his breathing smudged; and after a few efforts to fight off the lethargy of fatigue, his eyes closed in spite of his resolute, and after a few minutes of his rest,
When he avcode Betty was still sleepy, ing with her hand on his shoulder, she began to stretch and stretch and get the stiffness out of his muscles, he was unwilling to
It was while he was sitting with wide-open eyes staring into the darkness that he saw, or thought he saw, and he pointed directly opposite. He stared again and saw nothing. Then, in a flash, the faint thinning of the blackness came again, and his start at this moment of the plenumon awoke Betry.
"I don't know. Look straight ahead; do you see anything?"
"What is it?" she asked.
"Why—why, yes; it's light! Is someone coming for us?"
He rose stiffly and lifted her to her feet. "We'll see," he said, but he did not say it hopefully.
What they saw, when they crossed to the mouth of one of the passages leading out of the space where they had slept, was a thing that Landis was not remotely expecting to see. The door, in the long, gently inclined tunnel, at the lower extremity of which was a faintly blowing electric light.
“What does that mean?” Betty asked, whispering as if she were afraid the miraculous light might disappear if she spoke above her breath.
"Now that we know where we are we can get out, can't we?"
"We can try nicely hard, anyway,
We'll go down and see what's at the bottom of this ruthole."
Approaching the lower end of the inclined passage, they could see that the light bulb was suspended from the roof of a much larger drift, through which run a miniature mirored track. Lands asked Betty to stay behind in concealment when he went on to incinerate her, merely urging him to be careful.
"Don't worry about me! I'll hurry back after I find out whereabouts we are and the way out."
Reaching the larger tunnel he found it empty. Though the working tunnel was lighted, it was driven on a curve which limited the view in either direction.
Since there was nothing to determine a choice, Landis turned to the left. Before he had gone very far he heard the rumble of a car on the rails and looked in at it. He set into a niche in the tunnel wall. When the car came in sight he saw that it was pushed by a single man. A slight upgrade in the drift made the man put his head down and braced for impact. Then as he massed Landis' hiding place.
Convinced insanity that there could be convince for the sundaise sleeper, Lara had not even given up to avoid unstrengthened itself and the scene he was more than half expected to see.
Landside saw that his time for action was short. In a few minutes, or perhaps, seconds, the car would be kommen, opened a slide in the black box and did that which was needful to paralyze the vehicle. Then he went into the box. Then, as the deafening, ear-splitting clamor of the chattering dolls burst out in the boating, he leaped for a car.
In the tunnel heading a number of men were at work, two of them manipulating two big site drills which were laid on the floor of the tunnel of the hending. But instead of the raucous cinnamon which this should have been, the man was professed as that of the grave!
Watching the car, Landis had a curious shock when, just before it disappeared, the squeeky rumbling of the wheels stopped abruptly. The car was still on the road when the rails ruined upon which they were running were shod with velvet.
Fully aware now of the use to which his stolen invention was being put, Landa made a quick search for the machine and found it. Little difficulty in discovering it. It was half concocted in a shelf-lined niche of the tunnel wall close at hand, the electric current for its operation taken from the light wires overhead.
The effect of the suddenly released din on the men in the heading was astonishing. They had evidently become so well used to the abnormal conditions of the natural order of things precipitated a wild panic. While two of the man hastened to shut off the air pressure from the drills, the remainder stumbled out, some with their ears bent in their cars, and so on out of the picture.
A moment later the two who had run to stop the drills came along, but they were not hurrying. When they entered the land where Landis recognized them at once in two of the three he and Markham had seen in the lobby at the Copah hotel, two of the trio who had driven westward to the city soon became so unaccountably and mysteriously.
"What the h-1 do you suppose went wrong with the machine?" one was saying as they passed.
"It got me for a second" said the other. "I wasn't looking for it. Think it gave the smap away!"
"It ifid, there'll be merry b-1 to pay. The captain 'll want to kill somebody. Today is the day when the big deal is to be pulled off."
"What for?" queried his companion. "Smashed alt to the devil," said the investigator, replacing the box on its shelf.
This was all that Llanda heard; and when he looked out he say that they had taken the black box from its door. "They put it on a presentation. Presently one said, 'It's no good; she's gone out blind; burn herself up inside somehow. Grown.' Then she left the room to the side of the box and direct the hemm of a pocket flask into the interior; saw him do this and hear his bow punctuated by the single word, "I—I."
"Say! Didn't the captain give orders that one of us was to keep a strict watch on that box every minute
"You're crazy. That chateau is a good two miles from the places where we were here, and that's not what that he had a light—which he didn't—before he found the way over here."
"I don't care. He's the only—"
There were two empty dynamite boxes lying beside the milboard track, and lamla, looking on and listening in, pushed the speaker to a seat on one of them, planking himself quietly on the floor, while the music player entered the clit music! Here comes the explain with his goldbelt! We want to let him find us keeping watch on
Landis craned his neck to enable him to see further down the tunnel. A group of four men was approaching, and Landis told them to light. As the four passed he saw that the light carrier was Candy; but the three men who came behind him were strangers.
As the four came up, Canby stopped and spoke to one of the workmen.
"Air quit on you, did it. Jim? I'm all right, I was just about to send in to tell you to knock off a bit until I am ready, then to in and show them what we've got."
Lands renamed instantly that this was said for the benefit of the three strangers. Candy must have learned to resist the crave and enjoy the true cause for the stoppage.
"Of course, you can't tell much about a gold mine by merely looking at it." Landis heard the speaker say to the three as they stood in the heading. "The assays tell the true story of the mining industry. The assays give you examiners a free reel."
"You have done everything you wanted to do," she said. "There is only one thing that puzzles us a bit; and that is, why are you going to do it?" She waded a good thing as this mine seems to be "be."
"I can give you the reason in four words, Mr. Flamingo! I'm no mining man. A year ago I thought I was and I a lot奔走 of scouts stalk me for weeks, so soon that I'd been 'done,' but the extent of the old workings was sufficient proof that the mine had once been a farmed land, and after the bad, develop one of the old veins. Here is the result; but, good as it is, It has not made a mining man out of my interests now are I don't want to. And I can't ride two horses at once."
There was more talk. After a time one of the three said, "Well, I guess we are pretty well satisfied. I think we are pretty well satisfied. I guess we may as well adjourn to Brewster and have our lawyers draw up contracts so that you say, Fleming, and you, Contrell!"
There was no dissenting voice, and a moment later the group of four was passing the mouth of the shallow drift on its way out.
(To be continued tomorrow)
A thrilling tale of adventure and romance in the north woods. A story that stirs the blood and keeps you waiting eagerly for the next installment. A story for every reader. It will appear serially in these columns, and you cannot afford to miss it.
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