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TUESDAY, MARCH 21. 1933
University Daily Kansan
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TUESDAY, MARCH 21, 1933
A poet once wrote of how a newborn calf wobbled across a pasture, how other cows followed his mastering path, how the practice continued until a cow path developed that wound uncertainly in and out. Men came, trod the road, soon it became a wagon road, then it was paved, all the time following the crooked route laid out by the wobbly calf.
TEN-SECOND SHORT CUTS
Years later and at another place, somewhat the same thing happened. A student cut across the campus, thereby saving himself ten seconds in time. Please with this overwild success, he continued the practice, and other students, wishing themselves to save this eternity of time, followed suit. Soon the campus was cut by paths stretching in every direction, just like the pasture of the poet.
Professors say they have not noticed that students reach the lecture rooms any earlier than they used to do. They evidently lose that ten-second advantage of the "short cut" somewhere else. University records fail to show that before the new deal in campus paths there were more students marked late. It seems entirely possible that even though students should be deprived the freedom of striking out across the lawn whenever the urge strikes them, they would have time to get to the next class.
Maybe the department of buildings and grounds would better put up some more fences where they will do the most good.
We hate to think of the number of stork-fies that were nipful in the nose field. Knockout weather, but it was kindly best-it was probably best.
CLOAK
BEHIND SOCIETY'S CLOAK
The slayer of Anton J. Cermann has paid his penalty. His body lies tonight in a prison morgue, a sacrifice to the futility of society.
True, Zangara was a character dangerous to society. He deserved to be punished, and it was the state's duty to punish him. But was there any gain to humanity in taking his life?
Must society forever continue to hide its inability to deal effectively with crime behind a cloak of vengeance? Must the eye-for-an-eye tooth-for-a-tooth philosophy of the jungle beast continue a commandment of our civilization?
Since the legislature has given the Greeks the good word about the bank, have, their new theme "There is a New Sea in the $."
Much has been said about the modern generation wasting oil, timber, coal and other natural resources of the country. It is well to conserve these.
OUR NATURAL RESOURCES
Nature has given us personal resources which are inexhaustible and which we need not conserve Our supply of friendliness thoughtfulness, and goodwill toward fellow men is unlimited.
How often we grumble when it would be just as easy to smile. How seldom we take a step out of our way to aid our brothers. How
nuch better off we should be if we lid.
Many of our troubles would soon fade from mind if we made use of our supply of optimism. The wells of gloom and murky waters of dispair soon make valueless the resources we do not use.
As one of the wice ones puts it,
the tide may have turned all round,
but be careful of that unfortuney.
ON THE WATER WAGON
Now that beer is assured, there is much speculation as to what will be the effect. Some are wondering what the future status of the old saloon will be; others are wondering if the dry states will be able to exclude beer from within their borders. Judging from the dry votes of the Kansas representatives in Congress, Kansas will stay on the water wagon.
From an economic viewpoint, the stand of Kansas at first seems to be absurd. That the leading grain state of the nation should vote against a measure that would establish a market for its commodities seems almost paradoxical. A golden opportunity to increase the price of grain products has been turned down because of the possible endangerment to moral standards.
This stand may be explained by the fact that Kansas is a pioneer in the prohibition field, and the ideals and aims of the immortal Carrie Nation have not been forgotten. Prohibition was achieved in Kansas by intense struggle and hardship. The price was too high to cast aside all that has resulted from it.
Campus Opinion
Editor Daily Kansan:
It is too bad, H. B., that the managing editor's athletic complex iked you so much that you had to express your discomfort in this column last evening. Had you only known of the existence of such a thing as local news outlets, you would not fail in your judgment of something you apparently lack the ability to judge.
Verily, articulation is a nobile sport. HI it, but it's always wise to be sure of your points before proounding them. Of course, as the Kansan is a student newspaper you should never consider the streamer headline you speak in when playing the game, especially since the game it announces championship game for the Big Six basketball title which hold the interest of every student on the Hill.
Then the terrible manner in which the story of the presidential inauguration was handled was reason enough to arouse your wrath, since it was still hot news even if the story was a day old and had already appeared in several of the country's leading news outlets, and really was quite necessary to inform the few students who didn't hear the news already.
Another point you brought out interested me very much. H.B. So much, in fact, that I checked up on it only to find that you had failed his once more presentation of names, a pliation of names, of men of science, on which the number of K.U. graduates is second only to that number from Harvard, seems to have been changed since you looked at it last. Kaune appears twentheth on the list. You should be careful with things do notert the attention of the managing editor and in all probability he is worried for his ignorance on such vital newspaper facts may cause a great injustice to be done to the students. He could profit by your great insight on campus news problems. However, my dear boy, before you attempt to point out errors in a field in which your knowledge is so unfortunately vast, you would lead one to think, he sure knows you whoried you speak.-F.K.
Our Contemporaries
Mack has been writing verbally about college publications. The writers declare that they are in an unnecessary expense, a waste of the student's time, that they give "no fundamental news writing experience to any of the students," and that "their advertising department may make businesses in the business community."
COLLEGE JOURNALISM
If the censors of our student publications would thoroughly investigate the conditions of our local, collegiate (and we might add high school) journals, they would find convincing rebuffals to their arguments. They would find that the college publication presents one of the few profitable, extra-
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Tuesday. March 21, 1933
A. S.C.E. meeting Thursday evening, March 23, at 7:30 o'clock in room 260 Marvin hall. An illustrated lecture on the Coolidge Dome will be presented.
No.136
Vol. XXX
A. S. C. E.:
Eureka—(UP)—Glen Rose is even with her now. When a daughter was born on Mrs. Rose's birthday she had it somewhat on her husband. But now. A new arrival, also a daughter, was born on the husband's birthday.
The regular meeting will be held at 4:30 Wednesday in room 321 Administration building. JESSIS PICKLEI President.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION
Habra una sesión de El Ateneo el jueves a la cuatro y media de la tarde en punto en 113 Ad. Que todos los socios sistán.
Miss Alice Winston will give a lecture for the freshman literature students and others interested Thursday at 4:30 in room 235 Fraser hall. She will speak on "The Wordsworth Country." NELLIE BARNES.
ENGLISH LECTURE:
FRED JEANS, Presidente
GIRLS RESERVE TRAINING COURSE:
The Girls Reserve Training course to be given this week end for seniors preparing to teach in high schools by Miss Florence Stone, state executive secretary, will begin Friday evening at 7:50. Registration may still be made at Henley house.
MARGARITA ROBERTS, Chairman.
LE CERCLE FRANCAIS:
Le Cerce Français se reuni mercredi a quatre heures et demi, salle 308
Frazer午. Tous ceux qui parlant français sont invités.
MACDOWELL:
there will be a regular meeting of MacDowell club on Thursday, March 23, at 6:30 in central Administration rest room. Member will please be on time because it is a dinner meeting. MARY A. BUTCHER, President.
PHIL C. DELTA
MARY SHRUM, Secretaire.
Picture for Jayhawk of Swimming team will be made Wednesday at 4:30.
Robert Dill, Bert Sutton, Marvin Heter, Fred Male and Elwin Foote please report at pool.
HERBERT G. ALLPHIN, Coach
Phi Chi Delta will meet tonight at Westminster at 2:38. Election of course for the coming year.
RUTH ROWLAND, President.
SWIMMING POOL
curricular activities, both educationally and financially, on the campus.
Important meeting of officers this evening at 6:45 o'clock at 124 Mississippi street. All retiring and newly elected officers are requested to be present. ROWENA LONGSHORE, President,
There will be a W.A.A. meeting Wednesday at 4:30. Initiation of new reem bers will be held.
DOROTHY LIGHTEUN, President
Student papers may not give 'fundamental news writing experience to any of the students' "an old writer says, 'I am an alumni of college journalism who are enjoying successful careers in that field. None of the advertising in our college papers is solicited as the business layer in the school. Students provide that layer for us. Of modern business and wise business men seek their patronage through the closest medium—the school paper. National advertisers contain the college man and women through agencies whose products College journalism is not a bad nore product of adolescent 'fellowship but an established institution = 'an enviable
Chinese journalism is not a fad nor a burden of adolescent frivolity but an establishment with an enviable record of achievement. - Duquesne bake.
VARSITY SAGACITY
This very situation in collegiate thought is strongly augmented by the period of economic and political strife through which the world is passing. It requires no great vision to see evidences of laxity of morals, forgetfulness of economics amounting to millions of dollars, politics ruling government, rampant divorce and other social degenerations. Is democracy the best form of government? What of socialism? What of the Soviet republic and communism? What to believe and what not? What to believe and what not? What appears to most of the students' questions. Young minds, seeing the real conditions for the first time, cast out about for foundations and find none until their sensitivity becomes injured and hardened to the weaknesses and short comings of the world and themselves.
Little doubt can be entertained that the public conception of college students has changed very perceptibly within the last decade. No longer are they regarded as rowdyish scallawags flio only to grace a football stadium and not in the student population. The student's appearance bells the subtle reputation, true or not, and this is perhaps an important reason for the change in the public attitude. His appearance is no different than the young business man's. But the important difference is more serious, more matured, the cah-rah days have definitely passed.
Yet with this change, the pendulum has swung somewhat toward the other extreme. A certain pessimism, a flair for the cynical, has become evident. It is constantly manifested in college publications, in essays, short stories and novels, in advertising, in more prevalent. Young writers write with little apparent reason for bitterness toward the world due to their very inexperience, are expressing their disillusionment. Ideals, cherished since childhood, are crashing down, trivial though they may be. Nothing is insured, for the world honors not. There is no right side of life. All this is a consequence of mind with the undergraduate.
The Black Box of Silence
By Francis Lynde
Illustrations by O.Irwin Myers
I
(Copyright by William Gerard Chapman.)
Copies of the first chapters of the story may be had upon application at the Kansas Business Office.
THE STORY
CHAPTER I - Having demonstrated a weakness, the black Jack, which he has perfected, Gwen Landis, young investor, in his company. He climbs, Wally Markham, that he drives the device. If exploited, might be trapped by a fire or a black box is stolen from a safe in the building.
CHAPTER 19 — Markham, vaguely in his hotel room, in his bedroom. He dots volunteers and a complete set of hurdles to help him climb the volleyals and hurdle's kit to the hotel volleyals and hurdler's kit to the hotel volleyals in his room. That night the state in the date was closed open and locked,
Intimate interview.
Markham tells Markham the only person, behind himself, knows how to law in Iowa, with whom the inventor lives. He shows how a cost of a woman's footprint, found on the floor of an office, is calculated in CHAPTER III—Betty, daughter of a professor, is well known to Markham to be above suspicion, but to assure her that he is one of Betty's sheeps. They cast the coat to one of Betty's sheep. They cany, a stranger in town, who is posing home from the theater the previous night, markham does not tell landlords that the girl should have deliberate. That the girl should have deliberate from Landis' safe is uninhibitable, but landlords can present any of the time.
CHAFTER Vs. At-Parturbank, ailey find stairways, railings in a Flipping and strangling, riding in a Flipping and strangling, ville are the only possible auspicious places; but others allow low them, although advice from Lola Spencer of the three, Atl S.L. John Markham
CHAPTER VI - While he and Louis are sleeping, Markham's car is stolen and they go on. On the road to the minibus they freestyle, ahead of them. As it is surprised at their presence in the car, and her father's journey, Markham and her father's journey by and by the three Louisville men which were right truck. CHAPTER VII - Markham follows the three men in the Fleet, the Cumberland mine has been held up there was no sound of the explosion
**DEMINGTON VILLE—AL WINDSOR water they drink. The West on business connected with the East, the West on business connected with the East on father are with him as gifts, our sons and our daughters are with them, loneliness and Marathon are with us, but burn off their assentants Honesty will be meeded. Their enemies will be meeded. Their enemies will be meeded."
CHAPTER IX
Going down to breakfast the next morning they found Starbuck waiting for them, and Markham told the mute woman in sedition then after leaving his house.
In the Gulch
"You say these fellows were Mexicans?"
"That's only a guess. I couldn't see it. I've been pouting the grease upon the batter when they dropped. It has a Spanish word carved on the handle," and he spelled it.
"Huh! Goes well with what he meant to use it for; means 'to bleed.' Have you noted the nouns?"
"No; the policeman who chased them doubled reported it. It 's all over now, and isn't likely to happen again."
"Maybe not; we will not hope." Then, out of a clear sky. "But just one thing?" I was told we were talking about yesterday wouldn't be sorry to see you two half out on our backs and crying.
This appeared to be the proper time to make a full statement of the facts precedent to a man who would unquestionably prove a friendly and powerful ally; but a well-filled dinner was hardly the place for condiments.
"That would be rather fur-fetched, wouldn't it? The man you refer to is a kind of genius. He can build and the only grudge he can hold against me is my refusal to buy stock
This ended the holdup talk and the conversation drifted to other things. Later, when Starbuck asked what they were going to do with their day, Markham said they were intending to drive about and have a look at Brewer and its surroundings. This brought an invitation from the mine owner.
"If you are out on the Tonzaz road, stop at the Little Alice. I'm going out there shortly."
The invitation was accepted, conditioned upon their driving that far.
As they were taking the rollout out of the hotel garage Lands asked what was to be the program for the day.
"I want to take a shot at trying to find out what Carby did with those two unaccounted for hours yesterday morning."
The "shot" was fired methodically by making inquiries on all the roads and towns they were going to, nothing until the round brought them to the road over which they themselfs and driven in. Here at a oat-tree stand, there was an explosion. "There was a light in this house when we came by yesterday morning," another of the wild chances; but what else?
A woman answered their knock, and Markham began the well-worn formula.
"I told me, but we were grateful in you would answer a few questions for us, if you can. You were up early yesterday, weren't you?"
"Do you often notice the passing of cars?"
The woman nodded. "I was—all of that. My baby was sick."
"I couldn't very well help it, could
you?" he said, "I didn't want to
this." Then, pointing to the couch,
"I saw that car, or one just like it,
it's little after day, yesterday
pornish."
"Quite right; and we were in it. Was it the only one you saw?"
There, no there were three more; big ears, all just alike. Two come into town, and one coming out. I was sitting by the window."
Landis saw a possibility in this and caught at it.
"Could you—ann you remember the times when these three cars, just allike, went past?" he asked.
"Not just; but I sh'd say it was
somewhere near three o'clock when
the first one went by, going on to
town."
"Could you see this big car well enough to tell us how it looked?"
Markham nodded. "I suppose you couldn't see the people in it, could you?"
"Only that there was two of em in the front seat; a man and a woman."
"Exactly. Now the next one; when did it come alone?"
"It was a fine, closed car, painted
a kind of light yellow; a limmyzeen,
they call 'em, don't they?"
"Maybe a hint hour or so after that.
It was going the other way. It looked like the same car. Anyway, it was the same color."
"It was going in, and it was a big, yellow car, too, just like the others. I saw it good."
"And the third one; which way was it walking?"
"Could you see the folks in it?"
"I could see only the one man driving."
"An extraordinarily good witness, the whimper." Markham commented, "he was a happy thought of youres. Owen—timing those three cars. Where does
"I think you know. The three cars that justie were one and the same car. And the man driving it all three times was Canby."
dit, he double back after he had left the professor and Betty at the hotel?" "Walt," said Landis; and after a reunion dinner, "I'm trying to remember you." "You were hard to remember you repeated for me the talk you overlooked between Canby and the three in the Copah garage. Didn't you say my name? I didn't meet the others, as agreed?"
"Check! The next question is, why did he double back after he had left the professor and Betty at the hotel?"
"You've got it! He did say just that. That's why the Flewettings hasn't shown up in Brewerst; they've let it somewhere along the road, and they're showing them in. We're framing the play on a bit at a time. I—hello—here
we are at the Little Alice. Shall we stop?"
"Have to, won't we? If Mr. Starbuck sees us, he'll think it queer if we drive past without stopping."
Markham parked the car, and as he was doing it, Starbuck came out.
"You are just in the nick of time to have a noon snack with us," was the mine owner's greeting. "Come on over to the mess shack and meet the staff."
This was their introduction to the engineers' and officer men's mess; and after the meal Starlark took them in and showed them through the miles.
After they had trumped for what seemed like miles in the network, Starbuck halted them in a well-lit heading where the chattering clamor of the air dells was deafening; and the silence, when the dells stopped, began to unilner and drug them back from the heading, was almost painful.
As they were walking down the main tunnel, Landis said, "You spoke of the old-time miners; do they have many superstitions?"
"This is our main lead," Stirnbuck explained, when the stoppage of the drill clamor gave him leave. "It's what the old miners call a 'true fusure' vein, and they have a belief that such veins grow richer the deeper you go." They are aiming to load the holes and fire, and we'll better move out."
"oh, not more than men of other callings. I reckon. But in that heading we've just left, we have a curious difference. The man began to say he needn't hear a 'deth watch' when the drills stopped. We didn't any attention to it at first; but after a white, when he was taken up to the table, take off time on one excuse or another, we investigated. The ticking could be heard at times, but it was probably only the trickling of water underground cavity, or so we concluded."
As they came out of the mine, Markham asked the location of the Quavasi. Starck pointed up the road toward Lake Tonox.
They saw it, hanging like a huge grey bear from the mountain side, but a turn in the guild bid the mine to move. They were caught and caged ended against traffic, and beyond the barricade they saw a man with a gun. "What do you make of that?" Lana
“It’s on the other side of the spur in the next gulch. If you are going that way, you’ll see the dump as you pass the mouth of the gulch.”
"What do you make of that?" Landis asked.
"No visitors need apply. I wonder what Canby has up his sleeve In there?"
"Time may tell. What do we do now. Go on hunting for the Fleet-wing?"
Markham made a sign of assent, "I'd like to know where these three men left it, and why. Also, why Canby went out to meet them."
They stopped at the hotel to glance over the register in search of the three names Markham had copied from the record in St. Joseph. The names and numbers were out of the hotel grounds they met Canny driving in, not in the yellow limo bus, but in a sport roadster. The other occupant of the single seat was Betty Lawson, Canny seemed wired to her, but Betty did she and waved to them.
"You see," said Landis glomely, "I see that you are taking it lying down." Markham returned in a half growl.
"You think I wouldn't break in if I had an opening; that I don't care enough? Good Lord, Wally, I give the best ten years of my life if I had a girlfriend like Betty before I began to bury myself in this curved invention of mine!" He choked up at that, and when he went on, "Show me an opening, Wally, and I will look at it if b-1 is going on how much I know." How much how much I'm taking it lying down!
"Um; that sounds more like it." was Markham's gruff approval, and he drove on.
Before they had gone far, Landis looked back, saw a small car follow ing; a car that was apparently having trouble making the grads, since he was driving around and overtook them. After a time Landis spoke of the struggling fliver.
"That Lizzie seems to be making hard work of him," he said, when on the phone. "It is possible she sees it across the intervening gutch. It was stopped, and two more wrist were up."
Markham gave the halted car only a passing glance. "This is the pitch where we saw the fire night before," he said. "We climbed up, clammed down there and have a look."
They got out and scotched the wheels with stones. The descent into the gutch was down a preceptious slope. Before they had gone very far they came upon what appeared to be a stone bench that had broken bushes to mark its course.
"What's been happening here?" Lance
asked. "More rock rolling?"
"Looks like it; will find out when
"Looks like it; well find out when we get to the bottom."
At the bottom of the gulch they found themselves in a boulder-strewn area, sitting on to the left, they struggled upward toward a place where they had seen the fire. It was in a dry stream bed that they came suddenly upon the thing they were fighting with — the fire. Wedgeed in the bottom of the gulch was the wreck of a large car crushed into a shapeless heap of fire and burned burrow blackened and destroyed.
"Now we know what made the scarred trail," said Markham. "That car run off the road and came down and burned up. Is it the Fleet-witch?"
Before Landis could reply, there came a vicious snat on the face of the
roce nausea which they were standing, followed by the crush of a grip. They could see that there was another report and the ching of a bulb upon the iron work.
"What the—?" Martham choked, grabbing for his pistol. But Landis was cooler.
"Easy," he consolled. "It's those fellows up at the flitter. Don't waste your ammunition. The automatic won't carry half that far."
"D—n!" gritted Markham. "We're penned up here like rats in a trap."
"We'll have to go farther," he painted. "We can't scramble up there in plain sight."
with all these rocks to dodge around". Worming their way cautiously on the boulders, they were soon out of sight. They had never though the unseen mishmash kept on firing but the builts went with. After three minutes, the man stood and sight from the marksmanship. Markham looked apprehensively at the bale sheep they would have to climb over.
"I don't mean to," said Landis,
"in a sudden uphill of passion.
I've had about enough of this d—d
there. There is no cover on this other side
of the grub. We'll climb out that way
from here and do a little of the unbabling ourselves."
But here was an entirely new development. The dreamer, pale of face, to be sure, but with his jaw out curved and his elbow widest gray eyes, was storming up the steak ascent at a pace that made his heavier followant pant and blow. Thus it came about that Landis was in the midst of little spaces at the level of the road. Markham burst out of the cover a moment later, and what he saw was a further proof that a lifelong friend had always been a whole man, even to his closest intimates.
As he had pointed out, there was foreaching on the eastern slope of Mount Kilimanjaro in a fairly well-coiled smoking cover, rolled up through the undergrowth, Markham was striving to fog his establishment. He had gone to the mate around to the new point of view. He had always thought of Langura as a dreamer, a thinker, a student of nature.
(To be continued tomorrow)
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