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A CHALLENGE
How long are students going to permit the Rock Chalk Cairn, monument of University traditions, to lie descranted? How long are they going to remain inactive when its rocks lie scattered on the hillside about its former site?
What was once a proud boast is now an *i n o m i n o* its heap of stones and dirt. What was once an inspiration and a declaration of pride in the University now lies strewn to the four winds.
Vandals profaned the Cairn January 6, and for nearly seven weeks, no action has been done toward rebuilding it. True, the Council appointed a committee, but that, too, was weeks ago, and there has been no action. Are the students content with the situation? They shouldn't be. The knowledge that the Cairn remains profaned should be a challenge to the Jayhawk spirit of each one of us.
The Administration has made clear its position. The Cairn is a student enterprise, created by Sachem and the Men's Student Council; rebuilding it should be left to student initiative, the Administration has said.
And the students have done nothing.
Where is our vaulted school spirit? What has happened to that famous Jayhawker pride and enthusiasm that takes fiendish delight in twisting that Tiger's tail and laughs with unholy glue at the Cornhusher's waist? Have students no interest in the symbol of that fighting spirit?
Is school spirit dead or merely slumbrous? Students will have an admirable opportunity to answer in their action concerning the rebuilding of the Cairn.
PERVERTED NATIONAL HOLIDAYS
Yesterday was a great day for a holiday—and the campus made the most of it. The morning was made for sleeping. The afternoon sun beamed on picnics, hikes, and window shopping with equal benevolence. Spring clothes, new and used, made their bow on Massachusetts street and were tickled by a provocative breeze. Cokes sold by the barrel and picture shows did a rushing business.
Probably a few persons remembered that it was Washington's birthday.
No compus programs were prepared in his honor, and many townpeople registered surprise when the mail failed to arrive and the banks didn't open. But yesterday's method of holiday observance was definitely in keeping with the observance of the rest of American anniversaries. Thanksgiving and Armistice day are commemorated with football and dances; the signing of the Declaration of Independence is celebrated with a game of baseball and a good show. More and more there is a growing feeling in America that along with Sunday, holidays are made for man, and not man for holidays.
This point of view has a backing of good, common sense. Strugging in a civilization which rushes through day after day at breakneck speed, man must be afforded a pause in the whirl.
And still, why rationalize about our problem? A better plan might be to set aside separate days for the relaxation which is a recognized national need, and then spend some time in actual commemoration of historic system. For under the present system, all sight of the actual cause for the celebration is being lost, and the reason for the origin of national holidays is being entirely sulvered to a more relaxation from the cares of everyday.
THE WIND THAT ROCKS THE HILL
For the past few days, Mount Oread has been in the path of one of those winds, those gusty, southern winds that rock the very Hill. It roars in your ears, it bends the trees of Marvin grove, it cries about the old, complaining corners of Fraser局. It blows—this wind—a rollering, galloping mood of nature that might be likened to a healthy, young stallion testing its new-found strength in a steady, surging run.
The spirit of spring is in the blood of this wind and its vitality and body are gathered from the firm-packed Texas plains and the red clay-sands of Oklahoma and southern Kansas. It is not a gentle zephyr; its touch is far more lusty; nor yet a force, destructive气; his mood is only playful. It is a hat-blowing wind, a mischievous wind, a wind beyond all understanding except by those who like the healthy, glowing pulses of youth. It might distress the old with its ceaseless turmoil, but what a tonic it is to look it in the face and listen to its enthusiastic story. Welcome, Brother Wind, and rock the Hill again!
Campus Opinion
--wife calls up to tell you that some of her ceramies from the office will be home for dinner, and can't you fix up some of the ceramics? You'd be in leisure would soon be demolished.
Editor Daily Kansan;
Sorry that the equanimity of the me is so easily disturbed, but women have worn trousers just about as long as men have and probably will continue wearing them. The author of "Trouser Trouble" must have only awakened for the wearing of trousers has not one of the prerogatives of man alone.
How far will the move go? Well, dear editor writer, if this windy weather continues, the move will precipitate. The reason for women wearing these new Marlenses, the wind alone would justify their adoption. Especially if one is
The author of the editorial is assuming a great deal when he talks of women lying in bed and arising only in time for their afternoon game of bridge. In the first place, the majority of women don't have time for bridge, and in the second place, bridge isn't the second-water any more—it's big jaws puzzle!
Anyway, as you suggest, let's change rules. Let the men take over the responsibilities of running the house and seeing that Little Johnny and Susie act through the neighbor's windows. An easy job? The very worst I could wish for the writer of "Trouser Trouble" would be to see him domestic. Every try, young Launceolé? Just wait uninterrupted dishes from last night's party share with us. The whole house is covered with odds and ends to be picked up, and then your
Even though keeping the family budget balanced may be a hard job, it isn't so impossible and difficult as you would picture it. Look at the girls and women already who are working, and some of them making better salaries then their friends and husbands and just a spot at the hospital to recognize the diversibility of a woman's aptitudes and interests, but it still remains a fact.
If the wearing of Marlenes is such an unforgivable intrusion on the sacred rights of men that the only punishment filling the crime is to be sentenced to death, I know you will very well. Just say the word, and, presto, you find yourselves stewing over the question of whether to have lamb or beef for dinner, while we Feminine friends perched up on our office desk — thanks to Marlenes—and if the routine should become to monotonous, we'll drop over to the pool hall for a nice quiet game or call in our young musicographer to take some discretion — J.G.
The Campus Muse
--ind in a textbook
WINTER WOODS
Is winter peace.
Not the slowest worm A-screen
Only the sun Holds quiet lease
My hands are branches Lifted there.
My tired heart
Soars light as air
Silence, a pale
A silver butterfly's Lost wing.
My tired heart
-Hester E. Buell
Only the lareh Speaks, timidly. "Spring," she says,
IACDOWELL:
The regular meeting of the A.S.C.E. will be held this evening at 7:30 c.e.m. The regular meeting will be held for Freshmen, Civils, and election of spring officers. Refreshments will be held.
GEORGE O. FOSTER, Registrar.
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"Will remember me."
Soars light as air. My hands are branches
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There will be Dramatic club tryouts this afternoon at 3:30 in Green hall.
call GENE HIBBS, President.
The regular MacDowell meeting will be held this evening at 8 cclock in the central Administration auditorium. MARY BUTCHER, President.
Only the larch
Don't complain because you can't make a speech. Sometimes it takes more effort to keep still than it does to talk.-Meperson Republican.
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXX Thursday, Feb. 23, 1923 No. 108
DRAMATIC CLUB TRYOUTS;
If all the world should be submerged This book would still be dry.
Found in a notebook.
If there should be another flood
For refuge hither fly,
If the world should be broken.
In order to reach those who have something to give, the beggars of this century have been forced to substitute teachers in the classrooms of A.L.L. in Washington Student Life.
Almost simultaneously comes the announcement that Mahatma Gandhi and Brown and Jones, incorporated, are going into the newspaper business. We will be there with them at Amos and Andy put out a colored section — C.W.J. in Winfield College.
GRADES
To the many, a university is a colony of dormitories where youth may sleep a few years more, pleasantly unaware that the world is rushing by and leaving them permanently behind—A.J.L in Washington Student Life.
The larger the man the easier it is to swallow his insults.—J.P.H. in Chanutr Tribune.
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The Kansas University branch of the ALEE will hold its first meeting of be new semester in the auditorium of Marvin hall at 7:30 a.m. This meeting will be featured by talks by Dr. J. D. Stranathan, E. B. Youngstrom, and **rof. J. M. Kellogg**. **RICHARD FOOR.** Secretary.
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The MAY DAY MYSTERY
CHAPTER 1—Ainontette Peyton.
In Chapter 2, Marluck resents Trayner Thayer's
attention to twelf Wash, saventon-year-old
Gabriel Gunther, ending with bitter recriminations,
and marrying another student, another
student, another student, long Thayer's
friend with him. Thayer and Vernon
marry with him. Thayer and Vernon
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER 11.—Larry determines to rent a house with Ivy Tennessey to his wife and Ivy Tennessey to his wait unit she has appealed to her husband for furniture in the living room, kitchen, house, arrival and goes to his room. Tennisey ends up renting the house immediately afterward, vinily in a state of deep sadness. Tenniese does not leave the house almost
CHAPTER V—W. The Marlboro bank is robbed of $6000, the robber appears as a young man, and apparently badly wounded. Jim comes close, and good matured, comes to interview. He is the bank president, tells Hanley he believes Max Werman was driving the car.
CHAPTER 19—Havney interrogates Mr. Thawne about the day of the murder. Which is vague in detail, but it seems he was alive when his left hand was injured, and he is lying seemingly endowing to him a king, seemingly endowing to him a firm conviction being that he killed his own son, the resulting series of incidents mere months after the murders.
CHAPTER IV. - Wetshy, appeal to the judge that Mr. Frissoni's frustration he determined to see Taper. He declares that he will not house him in jail. Fuchs' threat死，laws a police chief takes charge of a law enforcement agency.
CHAPTER 12 - HILARY, Ivy. *Ivory* is a character who is supposed to be by virtue to end this chapter. When she enters each other, Which does not see what he sees but does not see what she sees but
CHAPTER VIII-14. At the scene of the attack, the jailer named Thayer the jailed man who found Thayer murdered. Thayer with whisky for forbidden drink, he divided the profile. After the execution, surprised Veronica's room, finds there a woman who is accused of hiding evidence the woman with which he evidently suspected the victim.
summon mirched off and Hanvey restrained the doe's office, closing the door behind him. He tiled the trim around her bed, then frightened him. She was sitting now in a stitched cloak, and her legs were bare. Her hair was pink flesh between the knee and the hem of the dress. Hanvey felt humiliated, and she totally remitted once of her disbelief.
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER VI. Th-Theater, Fidel tells us that he has been bing Verson of large sums, in card games, and he has finally realized it. Reagan induces Harvey to take charge of the murder, but Harvey is not with both the murder and robbery. Tony was under arrest as Thayer murder are under arrest as Thayer murder.
He settled comfortably in the dawn's swivel chair, napped his forehead and the back of his neck, and then grinned dismischingly at the girl.
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"Answer me one question. Miss Velch: Ain't I the terriblest looking eye you ever saw?"
"Thanks. It's real nice of you to say that. And now we started talking," he said, more: I mute a regular bit, I mute the slightest desire to make a record, and I d rather never sluggish any body than do any harm to the wrong person. I don't care about this thing. I sort of agree with you. But there's a whole lot of lying going on . . . and while I don't want you to know anything, any secret that your brother is doing more than his share—which isn't helping him a bit. I want to locate someone who knows something and is walking straight. Will you or won't you?"
"Good girl. Now I want you to teh me about Mr. Thayer—and your self . . . just whatever you feel I should know."
I wouldn't say you were a shell.
"n'thit this bad in cold weather. Here." "me me for a row of water." "heater." "Walter."
He lowered his voice. "give sit at regular dicks, Miss Welcel." he advised confidentially. "If they slough everybody, they're bound to have the right one. Me—I don't hard-knock now is to turn loose at least two of the three Reagan had got in战." Jim was using police vexerurance in a deliberate effort to impress the girl, and he knew that he was succeeding. She was acutely aided by his authoritative manner. "one thing, Miss Welcel; I want you to know I'm on the level. I wouldn't try to put nibble on ever you—eccessors." If you believe that, if you don't believe that, why, there isn't hardly no use for that, to talk?
The girl's blue eyes opened wide and a trount dimple appeared. "Well, I wouldn't say you were a shawk."
Ivy didn't hesitate. "I will!"
The girl bit her lip. "I feel funny about that, Mr. Hanvey. I've tried to
"I think you're all right," said Ivy firmly.
"I wouldn't laugh, Miss Welch. I'm
a sentimental old bird . . . and
I believe in young love. Oh, gosh! how
I do."
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tell one or two people—even my breath—and they all laugh—or sneer—when I say I was in love with him."
"I seventeen" she said. "I guess I'm not so awful dumb. I know about it." She looked at me and I loved him. He love with Pat Tinney. He was wonderful to me. Not always wisenewatching and showing off smart like a child, but she loved her and I guess a girl knows whether she's in love or not, no matter how much she loves you. But he—" Her eyes filled with fierce hot tensions which she dashed away. "I'm not so awful dumb. Mr. Haraway—but I can't help it."
"You go right ahead and cry, Iry." Haverne's voice was infinitely gentle. He watched me walk through when I was a healer younger—and a hemp thinner-I had a girl. And I lost her. She married another woman and it fell as though she had died."
Ivy sensed the very genuine sympathy and the deep human understanding. The campuses tragedy had there been. There had been the shock, the horror . . . then the fear that Larry might have done it. Only her宿妈 knew of the long hours of crying and the torture of the herism which sent Ivy Welch bravely out on the camps. But Ivy not talked to that room. She felt that Ivy felt that he understood, and would help. It was a relief to talk.
"Pat Thayer and I were engaged," she said simply.
"Gee. . . "
"of course, we weren't thinking about getting married just yet. We were wearing a ring and I was wearing his faceright pin and he was wearing a diamond ring which used to belong to my mother." Again her eyes were flashing when on when—when he died, Mr. Harvover.
Jim shook his head, "Where is it now. Miss Wewch?"
"I don't know. I suppose it's still on—on his finger. I put it there my self."
She suddenly buried her face in her hands. Hanvey, filled with a deep pity, watched her in silence. Then the teacher forced a smile. The teacher forced a smile. "I won't talk about it any more, Mr. Hanvey. I will try to be a good scout. You're going to help me."
"No, Iy—I don't. But I do him that Larry has talked himself into a lot of trouble. And if he won't tell me, I'll find out to find it out from someone else."
"Surely you don't think ___ 5"
"To do you everything I know,
"Good. Now first: Weren't you
with Mr. Thayer day before yesterday
just about noon?"
"I'll tell you everything I know."
"Did Max Vernon meet you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What happened then?"
"They had a pretty nasty quarrel, Mr. Hanvey."
She hesitated, and her cheeks grew white; but she answered with brave honesty:
Harvey leaned forward, "Would you mind telling me, Miss Wash—what Vernon and Thayer quarreled about?"
She fushed slightly. "About me." "Why?"
"Well," she answered with a flash of the straightforwardness which he liked. "I guess I acted pretty迅然, and I date with Max and I stood嗅
"Because Max is just a kid. He's a good sport and all that, but he's a baby."
Of course "Why?"
"when did you notice any change?" Mr. Ah, I can't remember, Mr. Munoz, but he'd be horribly late. Mooning around with a face like last week's wash, and always taking serious instead of kid's old stuff. He was awful bored. Then I stared going with Pat—that's Mr. Thayer—and Max got sooner than ever. Then he asked me why, when we were to go the class truck meet, I met PAT and just naturally forgot the date—that's all. When Max met us he told me, of course, PAT wouldn't stand that."
"I haven't he and Thayer always been good friends?"
"Of course not. What did Mr. Thay er do?"
"Oh, he辞 of treated Max like a kid. Max got awful sore. I mean, he was downright ugly about it."
"He stalked off, trying to look like a man."
"And you and Mr. Thayer?"
"We talked for awhile and then he said he had to get ready for an after-
moon class. He said if Max was sore and wouldn't take me to the track meet, he'd take me."
"That was nice. . . Now, about your brother. . . "
Her eyesashed, "You know he wouldn't kill anybody, Mr. Harvey, You've met him!" he's a fine man . . . he just wouldn't do anything like that.
"Did you see Larry between the time Thayer left you and the time Larry went to see him at the fraternity house?" *
She looked away, and he could be her fingers clapping and in chaplet touching her hand. "Please be homes Miss Wilett. If I don't get the trust you have," she said.
"Yes, I saw him."
"Where?"
"Over at the women's dormitory, He came to see me."
"I see. . . What did he say about Mr. Thayer?"
Her answer came in a whisper,
"Mr. Thayer."
"He said—he said I wasn't to see Put any more."
"They why did he suddenly come and speak to you day before yesterday?"
"He wouldn't tell me. There's always been a lot of talk around the campus about Fat. He was better than the rest of them and they all hated him for being more of a man, harried her, etc. I never made any secret about it."
Again her checks turned white. "Somebody had told him something." "Yes, . . . ?" Jim was infinitely patient, "Who?"
"Because—well, it happened this way, Mr. Hanvey." She walked to the window and motioned him to join her in putting on shoes and lingeries are on a hill here. Way over yonder on that big bill is the women's room. There she ever wandered up on the bill because I pass through a pretty little patch of wood. There's a place down there where she'll eat, drink and play it. It's called the Flower and couples go there lots of times. It's a sort of college rule never to go in when there is a party or you're going to go in when you hear somebody.
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"I see. . . And how did Miss Peyton happen to pick that particular day to tell him?"
"Tony Peyton was coming from in the droomy and Pat and I were in there. Tony Peyton eavesdropped and then she told us. She—she gave Pat the devil!"
"I see. . . But what business was it of hers?"
"Didn't she sav?"
The face which Ivy lifted to Hanvey was a study in bewilderment.
"No. Of course I could tell that there was something between Tony and Pat. Tony was awful sore, and Pat was mild. He told Tony to mind her own business and that if she butted on Tony's door, he wouldn't stop. Tony said he ought to such a kid, and he said do what he wanted."
"And you?"
"I just stood there. It seemed like I was an outsider. I hadn't ever seen Pat mad, and I never thought Tony could get so sore."
"It was a real fuss?"
"Yes, sir. I think Tony must be crazy about him, and she was jealous. Anyway, I mean she acted just like that."
"You don't get any hint—from either Pit or Miss Pepton—what there was, or had been, between them?"
"And you think Miss Peyton told your brother that he ought to do something about it?"
"Yes. . . . Larry is crazy about her. He didn't act nice. He said I'd
larry even 60 do that. But anyway,
he could have bent it up, He never
would have used a knife.
"Mm-m! Did You Tell Your Brother That You and Pat Were Engaged?"
have to quit going with Pat. I said I wouldn't, and he said he'd see that I did."
Jim's eyes were half closed. His voice came in a slow, disinterested draw.
"He was real sore when he left you wasn't he?"
"Do you know if he and Miss Peyton are engaged?"
"And then he told you he was going over to see Thayer, didn't he?"
She seemed startled. "Not sure what happened." Don't you understand: Larry isn't that kind at all. Maybe he could have quarrelved with Fat and had a fight over it.
"That was about half past one?"
"I think so."
"I don't think go, I mean, I think Larry would like to be, but I'm sure Tony was crazy about Pat Thayer." "Mom! You did not tell me!"
"Smm! Did you tell your brother that you and Pat were engaged?"
"Sure I did."
"No. I just didn't remember. I wasn't scared to tell him, though."
"I don't believe you were . . . Tell me. Would Larry have been likely to recognize that ring? Did he know it pretty well?"
"Yes, sir. It was my mother's."
She rose and faced him, and for a second a womanly dignity seemed to have settled upon her.
"Larry went to see him to make him stay away from you. He was mad when he went. Yet you think he didn't kill Thaver?"
"You!" she cried sharply.
"Will you tell me the truth about one thing, Mr. Hanvey? Have I helped my brother or hurt him?"
"You've been listening!"
"You've helped him, Ivy. I give you my word on that. You see, for the first time I not a little of the truth."
"I'm sure of it, Mr. Hanvey, I larry couldn't stab a man. Anyone would tell you that."
"Yeh, it's me," answered Reagan from the hallway.
He watched her as she opened the door. He saw her give a start, and her slim figure stiffened.
"they have," admitted Jim "And they were quite good. Miss Peyton and Miss Veronica." He rondebombonally "Tin much edified, you know." He said sport and they helped me a heap."
"No'm, I haven't. Honest. I've just been waiting for Jim Hanvey."
"Got any hunches?"
"Any luck, Jim?"
"I did."
"Against who?"
Iry withered him with a glance and stalked off down the hall. Reagan entered the room grinning.
"Show him the knife?"
"What did he say?"
Harvey chuckled. "Everybody," he answered. Then: "Did you see Vernon?"
"He said," answered Reagan, "that the knife is his!"
(To be continued tomorrow)
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