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MONDAY. MARCH 6, 1933
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MONDAY, MARCH 6.1933
LIBERAL CREDIT MUST BE GIVEN STUDENTS
Students and faculty members are feeling the sting of the five percent limitation on bank withdrawals, but are accepting the situation philosophically and calmly. Most of them can see an element of humor in the situation even though they appreciate its seriousness. A mention of it brings more often a smile than a worried look. The lack of pocket money is a subject for wiserack and joke among students and faculty alike.
But this element of good humor about the situation might be changed to fear and surliness should students begin to feel hunger and needless privation. They must have enough for living expenses. Business must go on.
Students should be accorded liberal credit facilities during this temporary state of affairs. Of course merchants must require adequate identification and consider ability and willingness to pay, but the greater percentage of students are trustworthy; they pay their bills without evasion or demur. Merchants will lose nothing by liberal credit allowances for the duration of the banking rule; they will suffer materially should they tighten credit regulations and insist on cash.
Both student and merchant wil gain immeasurably if they are guided by a spirit of fair play, cooperation, and mutual respect in this temporary plight.
MUD AND CINDERS
Your editor is peeved. He got his feet wet, and not only that, he got a cinder in his shoe. And why? Because he walked past the old Commons building out into the street to the wooden sidewalk which has been erected for use while the demolition of old Snow hall is progressing.
Between the permanent cement walk and the temporary wooden walk is a space of perhaps fifteen feet which is little more than a mudhole. A load of cinders was poured there recently, but it did not improve the place for walking.
Why, after the trouble was taken to provide a walk on that side of the street, could not a few more boards (there are plenty being taken out of the old building) be used to complete the walk? On wet days especially it would be appreciated.
CO-OPERATIVE BUYING
Greek organizations at various universities are making use of cooperative buying plans in an effort to reduce expenditures to conform with drastically reduced budgets. The fraternities form groups, thus pooling buying power, and by making use of collective bargaining are able to take advantage of wholesale prices on house supplies. Organizations are furnished wholesale price lists from which they make their purchases. Merchants usually evince willingness to co-operate and express their satisfaction with a buying plan by which they can make bids for business of sufficient quantity to warrant wholesale prices.
Fraternities and sororities at the University might make use of this
plan. It should be a means of lowering the operating expenditures of the houses, and that is of paramount consideration right now. Lawrence merchants should not be opposed to the plan, since they must realize that Greek organizations on the Hill are hard pressed financially, and must economize at every corner. Failure to cut a bit here, reduce an expense there, and slice a dollar or so from that cost, can easily result in closing down of some houses. Already several of them have been unable to make ends meet, and have had to discontinue operation. This hurts local merchants. Meeting the emergency calls for co-operation from all concerned.
The latest method of stalling off a run on a bank was used by an institution in Texas that rolled up the rugs, called in an orchestra, and opened the doors. The theme song was "No More Money in the Bank."
MORE TIME TO STUDY
Closing hour faultfinders have overlooked one outstanding criticism of the system. If closing hours were extended to a later time Watson library could remain open from a half hour to one hour longer in the evening, a plan which would be thankfully received by all students.
Perhaps, at first thought, the tie-up between closing hours for women's houses and closing time for the library seems somewhat hyperbolic. Nevertheless, consider the women's viewpoint. By the time dinner is over and she walks to the library it is 7:30. Then she has slightly more than two hours to devote to study, and that is the accepted requirement of preparation for just one class hour. Therefore she must prepare two or three lessons in the time allotted for one.
It is the same with the men. Because the library closes at 9:45 they too have only a short while to do library work.
But by far the most important student to consider is the one who works during the day, usually in the afternoon. "He is he who really suffers from the early closing-hour rule of the library, since he has only the evening for study. Classes and work require the full day.
One purpose of early closing hours is to enable students to get more sleep. A more futile purpose never existed. If a lesson is required, a student has to get it or flunk, sleep or no sleep.
The library came part way in aiding students who study late at night when permission was granted to check books out over night; but the student who must use three to five books for one lesson still is handicapped.
So it isn't for social activities only that a later closing hour would be welcomed by students. They are here for an education as well.
When Roosevelt expressed a need for an "adequate but sound currency" in his inaugural speech, he cleared up the situation for a lot of us who were beginning to wonder.
Strong opposition by student leaders to the wearing of dinks by freshmen and to the refusal of women once again opens the question of abolishment of unenforceable traditions.
Our Contemporaries
Believing that most of U. C. L. A.'s “short-order” treatments will die a natural death, the Daily Brain has no need to worry whether or not the rules laid down by Sophomore Service Society, Spurs and similar organizations should be en-
In the case of dinks and ribbons for freshmen, however, it is the sincerely beef of the Daily Bruin that such symbols of the "ra-hah" college age should be ignored and along with senior somberers, coke pipe ribs, striped blazers, and hazing.
The only justification whatsoever for the little blue and gold cups is that they have been worn by a small part of the freshman class for the last seven or eight years. Each year, however, the number of men purchasing dinks has grown smaller and smaller. This semester less than half of a class of 200 men
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OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXX
Monday, March 6, 1923
No. 117
Regular meeting will be held Tuesday evening from 7 to 8 at 1209 Tuesday Tennessee street. The new cabinet members will be installed and girls from Haskell Institute will present the program. Please note the change in time and meeting place. EVELYN WORDEN, Publicity Chairman.
W. F. COEN JR., President.
There will be a social meeting this evening at 7:30 in the men's lounge of the Memorial Union building. Ex-Chancellor Frank强 will speak. All non-fraternity men are urged to attend. CONYERS HERRING, Vice President.
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mought dinks and even fewer have worn them longer than the first day. As far as ribbons for first year women are concerned, there is even less justification. Shortly before the present semester opened a small group of upstairs students with big sisters that it would create class unity and enable "big sisters" to recognize their "litle sisters" if all freshman women were forced to purchase these distinguishing emblems. Yesterday, despite the fact that not more than 100 women threatened die punishment to those not wearing the emblems.
If the members of Sophorme Service Society and Spurs are sincere in their desire to perform a service for the Uni- ties, they can be provided for their excess energy other than that of assessing freshman for distinguishing emblems and then hailing them into some sort of a court for such use such foul and outworn regulations.
The painless way to do away with the dinks and ribbons would be simply to inform the freshmen that no one would be forced to wear them.
Then those who could afford them or who plan to run for class offices could maintain the "tradition."
Campus Opinion
The rest of the class would have an opportunity to act like grown up college men and women—California Daily Bruin.
--blood. I threw that in, too. The clothes I had intended to take to the tailor were also covered with blood, and they were thrown in the river.
The student patriot suggests
We give a grateful bounty
at a characteristic rock
From every Kansas county.
A splendid thought,
A noble scheme,
In truth it's not
An idle dream.
So we suggest our patriot,
Before it is too late,
Start off the contributions
of its pate. Ah, wait, an inspiration
For a plan that can't be beat,
For a silver character
From every county seat.
The program flowers,
The flag's unfurled,
The day is ours,
What all Oh world!
We'll cure our ails
With schists and shales;
Not rest content
Till the air is rent
With sediment.
Won't that be gneiss?
Sandstone, Limestone
And the asa's jawbone.
Anthracite from Pennsylvania,
Anthracite from Pennsylvania,
Tin and zinc and copper ore.
Pebbles from our western shores.
Boulders, clinkers, stones, and clod
Paper weights and iron rods,
Ashapte, tile, and brick, and
Aslaste, these we will incorporate!
We plead for this proposal,
and our autotes.
To save our famed and beauteous cairn
--blood. I threw that in, too. The clothes I had intended to take to the tailor were also covered with blood, and they were thrown in the river.
The May Day Mystery
From going on the rocks. Coul Paterson
CHAPTER XIII
一
Copyright by Octavus Roy Cohen
Octavus Roy Cohen
"I guess it seems funny," continued the young man, "that I told a help a car was stuck against the back of my neck. He said he was hid in the back in so he wouldn't be seen and I was to act natural, but I could still be caught anyway, I tried to pull any thing he killed me. He told me to drive around the city and stop at a place by the Little Indian river. It's about water limits. I got out into the open country again and speeded up, and not another word from the back of the house. When I walked by the Little Indian, I stopped the car and cut off the motor. 'Is this the place you wanted?' I asked. He didn't reply. Then he answered. And he did not answer this time, either.
"I didn't know what to make of it, and I was scared to turn around for fear he'd shoot me. After a while still I didn't spill, I looked around."
"He was lying all indulged in the bottom of the car and the first thing saw was a lot of blood. I knew he was so scared that I was also worried. I was so scared that I suppose I acted more bravely than I would have done otherwise. I went to the back of the car and took his gun, which was lying on the car, and the car, and I saw that he deed was."
Vernon was taking swiftly and his face was twitching with excitement.
"It Was Crammed and Jammed With Money."
"I guess you know the rest. I got to Steel City and looked at a new car. I felt as though Td be nervous driving on that road, but nothing happened. Then the next morning I bought the car and paid the difference in cash. I kept a few hundred dollars in cash. He was going to deposit a safe deposit box in the name of William T. Aragon. I figured the money would be safe there. Then I came back to Mariand—and they arrested me."
"I hardly knew what I felt like then, Mr. Hanvey. I was scared and nervous—and yet I was elated. It was hard to believe that I didn't like to remember what I had done with the body . . . but I consolled myself with the fact that he was merely a krowk. I knew I had been hurt. He it was wrong. Though it was very wrong. I told myself that I had taken the money from a dead body . . . that is, I tried to help him. . . that is anyway. They had already lost it. And I even remembered that banks are insured against that sort of thing." Hanvey. "I 'sort of represent the damn things."
The boy ceased speaking abruptly.
His cheeks were white, and occasionally he closed his eyes as though to shut out the grisly picture.
“There wasn’t any question that he was dead. I got more courage. I felt for his pulse and had stopped. Then a new idea hit me all of a sudden, a tense feeling. The trees body found me parked in the woods with the dead body of a man.
His voice trailed off. "That's the truth," he said with a note of desperate appeal in his voice. "I swear to God it is."
"I opened the satchel. It was crammed and jammed with money, and I couldn't tell anything about such a thing. Mr. Hanvey; but right then I did."
Jim's bulbous head inclined slowly,
"You had a pretty tough time, didn't
you. Son? How much did you take
out of the stolen money?"
"Of keeping that money. I was broke and worried.
"I—I don't think I am bad. Mr. Han went to the bar and crooked thing, and I thought I never would. But it seemed as though this money was just miraculously given to me. I should have returned to the bar where I worked. I'm telling the truth, and the truth is that I didn't." He paused, then went on bravely. "I kept the money. I intended to keep it always. The man in the room had been killed robbing a bank. I was afraid of being found with him, anyway. I—I weighted his body with me. I was scared by two big stones and throw it in the two river. The floor rug was stained with
"About sixteen hundred dollars, including what I paid on the car." And all the rest is in the Annex.
"And all the rest is in the Aragon box?"
"How much is it altogether?"
"Yes, sir. Every cent."
"I don't know, sir. I was scared to count it—even in the hotel. I thought somebody might be looking through a keyhole, or something like that."
Jim detached his golden toothpick from the hawser which held it. He eyes it spectulatively and seemed to speak to it rather than to Max Vernon.
"Son," he said, "I sort of think you are too old to do much. I am not a regular class, you know. I'm down here on this bank business and it sure makes me feel good to get that job."
make a deal with you; to Suppose we say that I'm to return to the Marland bank all the money they get left. They'll give it to me, and I hundred—and you're to get a job and work hard to pay it back. Maybe they take your new car and call it square. And in return for that, Max will turn you loose. What say?"
"Mr. Hanvey! You mean . . . "
The ind's face was radiant with happiness.
John Reagan's voice broke in coldly.
"Just a minute, Hanvey. That's all very well about the robbery stuff . . . but what about the murder of stuff."
Jim Hanver chuckled softly.
Vernon's chubby face was glowing.
Vernon got shaking his head.
"Shh! John—I could have told you long ago that Max Vernon didn't kill Thayer. Only reason I did not turn on my phone was because my job down here was first of all to get at the bottom of the bank robbery. Now that I've done that I don't see how I'm going to turn turned smiley to Vernon. "As soon as I actually get the cash, Son, and fix things up with the Marland bank, I can take a good, useful citizen of yourself."
"What I'd like to know." he growled
"is who the devil killed Thayer?"
CHAPTER XIV
It was an unusual spectacle—that meeting in the office of the president of Marlton university a thing strangely grim and uncannable.
At the door stood John Reagan, the muscular and decidedly efficient policeman.
Next to Reagan was Teddy Farrell, president of the student council, president of Psi Tau Theta.
Beside him, incongruously enough, was Mike Carmello, junior at the fraternity house. By his side was Rube Parmenon, and beside Rube was Phil Gleason. Next to Phil was the trim figure of Iry Welch. Ily, considerably older than she had been previously, looked unusually serious.
Larry Welch occupied the sent next to his sister. Occasionally his eyes met the pair on the other side—those of Tow Peton.
Tony showed the strain under which she had labored; and she gave evidence, too, of the annoyance which she was subjected to publicity. Of course the students and faculty had been more than kind to her; but their very solicitude had riped her nerves until she felt that they were to get a way from somewhere alone.
Through the open windows came the drone of campus sounds; students laughing and chatting, all unmindful of the camera. There was the second floor of Old Main; an occasional shout; once in a while the scratch of an automobile starter and then the burn of its motor. The teacher stopped the window was freedished with the fragrance of summer. It fanned the cheeks of the youngsters and seemed only to bring greater discomfort to those who completely dominated the scene.
Jim Haney was standing beside the president's desk. He did not appear particularly happy, and his first words were couched in an apologetic tone.
"Folks," he said gently, "I'll make sure you don't miss the start and I'll start with the most important. Max Torman didn't have no to do with to kill Fat Thayer."
He was interrupted by a shout of glee from Rube Farnum as that lanky individual leaped across the door and shouted, "I'll go with you," followed by byellow Gleason and Teddy Farrell, but Jim waved the others back and continued his recital. His wife, Ann, kept up the call; the startled expression on the faces of Tony Peyton and Larry Welch—the inquiring books flashed back to her. He humily exonerated M Vernon.
"Yes, sir." Vernon was dangerously close to tears.
"About Max," he went on smoothly—"him and we have got a little secret which nobody is gonna find out about, Aln't that fact, Son?"
"And now for Miss Peyton, I suppose you've all heard that she was Pat Tyson's wife—that is, that they were married in the summer of year. She didn't want to say anything about that, but I explained it would be best because you all were talking anyway, and you never have undergone the same problems on May day. What she went for, folks was to let him know that his hold over her was broken; that is, that from then on the campus would not know that she was legally his wife.
"What happened up there is no business." Not even mine. But I didn't think he was grinned. Infectious—"Tony Peyton did not kill Pat Thayer—and that's a
Im impulsively Ivy reached for her brother's hand. It was cold as ice and As though from a great distance, she heard Hanvey's words.
"And now we'll discuss Larry Welder's part in this little affair. On May first, Larry Welch learned two things. First, he was the husband of the girl he was crazy about. The second was that the man his sister was going with was a married man. And as soon as she knew her brother had two things, he went to see that man."
There was a tense, breathless nodding of heads. Jim smiled reassertingly toward Larry.
"I've got a reason for telling you all that, folks. The truth might be embarrassing sometimes, but it never hurries, and if I hold anything back, I'll just stare at the facts or else you might put two and two together and make a million. Larry and Miss Pepton have given me permission to tell all this, and they don't care whether the students hear that information or they hear the straight truth, see?
"Just what might have happened between Welch and Thayer nobody will ever know. Because when Larry was arrested, he followed Pats-Thuer was already dead!"
There was a nerve-nracking hush;
there a bun of conjureness. It wasn't
Mux Veronica; it wasn't Tony Porter.
It wasn't Tony . . . but Pat
'Thaver was dead!
(To be continued tomorrow)
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Was it Max? Was it Tony? Was it Larry?
Or was it someone else?
Many are suspected but only one is guilty. Whom do you suspect? To help you prove that you are right, the Kansan will record your guess, and publish the names of those who guess correctly. Guesses will be received up to noon Tuesday, March 7. The last installment will be published that afternoon, along with the names of the winners.
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Story Editor,
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I suspect committed the murder of Pat Thayer in your serial story. "The May Day Mystery."
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