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BOOING AT BASKETBALL GAMES
A mob of bloodthirsty fight fans booed and yelled "quitter" last week when "Ernie" Schaff, young heavyweight prizefighter, was carried senseless from the boxing arena of Madison Square Garden. Two days after this demonstration, it was announced that Schaff had died from a cerebral hemorrhage.
In only one way does the instance apply to the booing situation at Kansas basketball games. It shows the falseness and unfairness of fan judgment from the sidelines. When unsportsmanlike college students boo the actions of visiting basketball players and officials they are criticising unfairly.
If Doctor Allen can gain success in his campaign for less booing at Big Six basketball games at the University he will perform a distinct service. He will stop the quite obvious evil of unfair criticism, and will help raise the already falling standard of sportsmanship in college athletics.
A professor complained when the whistle blew yesterday that he was hoarse from coughing to keep the class awake.
ENCOURAGEMENT
The Kansan takes pride in the ranking it received in the survey of leading college dailies just finished by the North Carolina Daily Tar Heel. Given 76 out of a possible 100 points, it was one of the only six papers in the United States and Canada which achieved the highest possible score in editorial content.
FEES ON INSTALLMENT PLAN
Announcement of this honor comes at a time when the Kansan sorely needs encouragement. Financial difficulties and a seeming lack of interest on the part of University students, along with all the other causes of publishing a newspaper, have combined to form an obstacle so nearly insurmountable that all concerned have sometimes been tempted to wonder, "What's the use?"
A number of students are not able to attend the University and others are financially burdened because the entire amount of fees for a semester must be paid in a lump sum. Payment is due at the time when the student must buy books and other equipment preparatory to beginning a new semester.
An investigation reveals that the business office of the University could not, with its present facilities, take care of a complex installment plan for payment of fees. It could, however, with slight changes, institute a system of payment in two or three installations.
It is a state ruling that those enrolling in the University must pay the fees in advance at the beginning of the semester, but perhaps arrangements could be made to alter the ruling.
If a general plan of installment paying can not be brought in, at least concessions should be made in favor of those worthy students unduly burdened by the present system.
PRESENT ENDS AND FUTURE
Dr. R. A. Schwegler in a recent address said that many students have overlooked the greatest aim of their study—that of increasing the efficiency of their thinking and the application of acquired knowledge.
It is true that most students in the hurry and bustle of University life forget the true goal of education—training for a place in society. Tomorrow's lessons are always to be prepared, tomorrow's work to be done. Seldom is there time to see beyond when there will be no more classes, no term themes, no more textbook facts to be crammed.
Most students take it for granted that they will be educated men and women when they finish their college courses. They do not stop to realize that the society in which they expect to take their places is constantly changing thing, and hat if they are to keep up they must be able to change also. Such adaptation and re-adaptation necessites ability to grow and to think efficiently.
Education is not completed with formal classroom training. It must continue throughout life if the individual is to thrive. The static soon drop behind. College is a good place to acquire the habit of mental activity, along with a background of vicarious and actual experience. College is a good place to learn to think. Much of the detailed factual knowledge the student acquires will drop away and be forgotten through disuse. Healthy habits of mental alertness once formed seldom decay.
FRANKLY CONFESSING
We of the feminine sex may be addicted, so men say, to the careless flinging away of hard-earned dollars. Perhaps we should applaud Mrs. Clarence Budding Kelland, wife of the famous novelist, in her suit demanding that her husband pay a $3,500 dress bill on the grounds that such support is justified. And again perhaps we should commend her pluckiness in demanding her just rights—but we don't.
We do admit that the case is unusual, to say the least. Just imagine, you co-ed—$225 for a dress (and in this depression too), and $4.50 for hose! From what we've heard from our paternal roof concerning the reduced funds as a result of present economic conditions, we should say the husband in this case had grounds for challenging the suit. We do.
But don't think us too puritanical. This modern frankness forces us to the confession that every time we think of* those dresses and shimmering hose, we—well, call it jealousy if you wish! Perhaps that's why we agree with Mr. Kelland instead of his stylish wife.
If a visitor were to be suddenly transported from Mars and set down on an American campus, one of his first impressions would be the domination of profanity in the college vocabulary, nearly to the exclusion of more cultured language.
ULTRA-MODERN OR ULTRA-FOOLISH?
So common has this habit of emphasizing and making vivid the speech by these swear words because that college students are not even conscious of what they are saying. The words just come rolling out without any effort or thought.
This trait is acquired by the freshman student to give him "college polish." By practice and repetition it increases to such an extent that he is graduated uttering a word of profanity in every ten
Yet they are ashamed of this uncouth language when they are among cultured people. Slips that they make embarrass them and they vow to discard this rubbish from their speech. They mean well, but they haven't the stamina
QUIPS from other QUILLS
H Lincoln were alive today he would be 124 years old and far from being any help in the solution of the problems of the moment he could no more have been president. Had he been President for the last four years he would have been defeated as badly as Hoover was last November. And had he delivered the Gettysburg Address over a nation-wide hook-up he would have become into the Fire Chef hour he would have been generally criticized the next morning — J. P. H. in Chanute Tribute.
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The hempseed husband who used to have to go outside to smoke now has to go cut into the backyard for a bath of fresh air—Anthony Repulich.
Any man with a car, a house and several grand a year will tell you confidentially that the universe is definitely friendly — E.W., in Park Stylus.
Some girls would be vastly more attractive if they spent as much time improving their dispositions as they do their complexions—Daily Texan.
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The May Day Mystery
Octavus Roy Cohen
CHAPTER 1—Annotate Peyton, Mark, Marathon, represents Paterson Thayer's attention to tivy Weaver seventh overruns ending with bitter reconstructions, ending with bitter reconstructions, ending with bitter reconstructions, another, another student, long Thyer, another, another student, a date with him. Thayer and Vernon
The huge detective noded approval.
"I'll hand you one thing. John—you
sure have made a complete list of it."
CHAFFET 21. Llarsr Welch, Ivory was appalled by my horry treatment to end his apprehension for my wretched condition to each other, which does not see what each other, which does not see what tells him she is married to Thayer, tells him she is married to Thayer.
Hanvey was slumped in his chair, absorbently regarding his huge hands. He spoke without bothering to look up. "What does Miss Pietay say, Ion?"
"Out of this bunch—yes. That is, maybe. I'm darned if I know."
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CHAPTER 11—Larry determines to eat Thayer and end his association with the company. He builds a suit she has appointed to her husband at a fraternity house Max Vertebrates and goes to his room. Tony ends her relationship and never leaves the house almost immediately afterwards, visibly in a state of shame. The company, keenly loyal to apperance clothing to be worn by him,
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"Nothing. She admits visiting Pat Thaver, but that is all."
CHAPTER 19 — Wieleski, appeal to the Senate to remove Mr. Prattleson he determines to see Therese. He responds, and after he leaves, Curmencew, who is the head of the land's police chief, takes charge of the land's police chief.
"Of course she denies killing him,
doesn't she?"
CHAPTER VI--Thayer, Fikke tells us that he was in charge of the burning Vernon of large runs, in card game, and finally realized it. Rogers Haran to take charge of the murder between the two men and robbery. Two of the murder and robbery are under arrest as Thayer murder.
**CHAPTER V - The Marlin bank is robbed of $100,000. The robber is apparently wounded, wounded, and apparently wounded, wounded, and apparently wounded, and good noticed, comes to inspect the case
CHAPTER VI
"Sure. She says they had a talk and she came away, leaving him perfectly happy and healthy. But that was just because he wanted quesser between her and Thayer. I asked her about it and she got right white—but she wouldn't say boo. I accused her of holding something back, but I didn't want to discuss the case any further."
"Why?" inquired Fiske sharply.
"Would you pick Max Vernon as a murderer?"
Brian mopped his forehead with a lavender-bordered handkerchief. "I had to, Jim. I've got those three, and I know I'm right on one of 'em."
"I think that what puzzles me. One time
that it was Vermeer; then I come to
think it must be a painting,
Just when I'm sure of that I get a
bureau that it must have been Welch.
That is not so."
SYNOPSIS
"Exactly. And she had been to "Thayer's room before that. Welch is cuckoo about Miss Peyton. Somebody tells Larry she has just paid a visit to Pat Thayer in his room, what does Welch do but hatfoot it down to find out if there was a wound. And it reasonable that he'd be boiling over under those circumstances?"
"Which one?"
"It don't look a bit healthy for him. First of all, that Thayer was running around with Ivy Welch—that's Larry's seventeen years old. Whether there wasn't anything between them there shouldn't be, I can't say—and Welch won't. But if there were not, and Welch would be a pretty bad mombre."
"Uh-huh. I've seen lots of fellers get fightin' mad at less."
"And this ain't less, Jim. There's still more, I arrested Welch the minute I could get my hands on him, and I got to have some of them, him, and all I can tell you, Jim is that that feller led to me like a son-evagan."
"Welch was the last person known to have been in Thayer's room before Mair Carmineu, the Junior, discovered that he had been taken into ward went to see Thayer, and he left in a burry. Then the body was found. But even if all that wasn't enough, there was nothing."
"Yeh, but soft. Larry could have broke him in half--maybe."
"Thuyer was a big man, too, wasn't he?"
"You mean about Miss Peyton being Welch's girl?"
Randolph Fiske was listening fascinated to the conversation. He was sitting behind a table covered in bloodlessness; second, Reagan's unmounted superpower of intellect. At least he had more than one while Harvey—well, Harvey was doing nothing whatever and doing it
"Yes. Absolutely. It was positively shameful, the way he lay . . . , and you know as well as me, Jim that when a suspect lies all the way through he's either in pretty deep or knows who is. Am I right?"
"He wanted to know right away why we should think anything so ridiculous as that Tey Poyton killed him and she had visited Thayer's room just before he—Welch—got there. I could see he was doing some fint thinking. He finally called me a d—n fool, which is quite hard to explain. How Miss Poyton could have killed Thayer when he had been there after she had gone and Thayer was alive. I put it up to him that that man was because for him to take because the fraternity house, you visited the fraternity house, then certainly put Miss Poyton in the clear but made it rotten for him. I also was thinking—though I didn't discuss this with her —so she was non, too; because Max left the fraternity house before Laury got there."
"When I first arrested Welch," Reagan continued, "he blanked everything with lies. He started off by denying that he had been to see Gould and that he was less time than it takes a goal to eat a shirt. After admitting that, he said that he'd never been anything but the girl I met at his college. I told him there was a chance for him if he was innocent because we already had two other people under arrest. He asked who they were and I told him that he was not Poyton's name his whole attitude changed." Regan paused and chuckled. "And how?"
Jergan stopped talking. Haney remained silent. It was Fickle who could not tolerate the uncertainty.
"I nolledest Thayer was still alive when he was there, and wanted to know why I didn't let Miss Peyton go right away. I told him I didn't believe him and he informed me once that I was a certain kind of an idiot."
"But surely," snapped Flake, "a man isn't going to put his own neck in a nose unnecessarily is he?"
"Maybe," answered Reagan calmly,
"Specialty if he's a young fool like Welch and is crazy about a girl and thinks that she did the murder."
Hanvey's soft drawl broke
"How about Max Vernon?"
Reagan flushed.
"Oh Vernon! The darn thing has got me gooey. As soon as I get one of them three crazy kills tied up with this, I remember something about one of them. The more I think the less I know and the less I know, the nutter I get."
"You've done marvelously," insisted Randolph. Fibre with considerable veluence. "It seems to me youve told everything you need to know—"
"Except the identity of the murderer," finished Reagan dryly, "Up to that point I've done swell."
Harvey rose and waddled to the window, where his tremendous bulk leaned against the wall. He spoke to Reagan in a guarded voice. "ts he really good, or just a bag of
The eyes of the Marlard detective sparkled. "He's the best in the world, Mr. Fricee--make no mistake about this case right now than I do."
"Is he really good, or just a bag of wind, Reagan?"
"Imphe! I think you're foolish and generous."
"Thayer was stabbed?" he asked over his shoulder.
Tom Harvey spoke, but without turning.
"Thayer was stabbed?" he asks.
"That's one of the queerest things in the whole case, Jim. We've looked high and low for that knife and we can't find it anywhere."
CHAPTER VIII
Larry Welch was lying full length on the bed when the door opened. His coat was on the back of the chair and his collar and tie were on the dresser. He stood in front of the at the throat and he leaped to his feet as Hanvey and Reungen entered.
"What sort of knife?"
He stared with amazement at Reagan's companion. Hanover was nowampaing in the hall while handkerchief and puffing like a demon, and he turned protectively toward **TOM**.
The turnkey in the corridor closed the door, and Reagan performed the introductions.
"Walked me all the way down here.
I'm all in."
"Mr. Welch—this is Mr. Hanvey, Jim Hanvey. He's in charge of this case."
"You shouldn't have done it, John."
"What?"
The youth healthed, but Harvey's fleshy pink came out and Larry met it with a frog grip and a quick, friendly smile, blinded, nodded an insensible selfish.
"Siddown, Welch. I'd like to talk with you a few minutes."
It was plain that the boy was puzzled by Hanvey. By the same token, he was reassured. Reagan seemed keen, rather hawkillie. But this stranger, . , . . Hanvey his back in his head and reached his golden toothpee.
"You understand, Welch, that you
He Stared With Amazement at Reagan's Companion.
don't have to talk at all if you don't want to. I'm just telltin' you that so you won't think I'm tryin' to put anything over."
Larry grinned. "I understand."
"I understand, sir."
"I could say that anything you mentioned could be used against you. In fact, if I got angry, the more you talk, the more chance there is of me helpin' you. If you're guiltly—well, that's a gray horse of another color. And my name isn't."
"I'll spent one thing more. Me and
the kids are still at school, but Pa-Traver and we won't get to slip
an embation into hanging something on an inexpensive man. Now—will I go on?
Yes."
The young man seemed doubtful. "Yan mean—"
"I mean that if you want to help us, maybe we can help you. If you don't—then there a n't bit of use wasting everybody's time."
Hanvey's tone was gentle, his manner disarming. He seemed so guilleless, so transparent. Larry paused slowly up and down the room. Regan followed him with his eyes. Finally, man turned and spoke to Hanvey.
"May I ask you one question?"
"Sure, so-cure."
"Have you spoken to Miss Peyto yet?"
"Can I believe that?"
Haways's eyes opened slowly. "Go, Son—I know whether you can believe it or not. We don't neither of us have eyes." It was seen near Miss Peyton, and that's a fact."
Larry hesitated—but only for a moment. "I believe you," he said, and then added: "I'll talk."
Jim yawned. "All right, Welch. Go
nehand and talk."
"I—I'd rather that you questioned
"About what?"
"Whatever you want to know."
I guess I do this.
"You did go to see Pat Thayer at the fraternity house day before yesterday, didn't you, Welch?"
Harvey lighted one of his obnoxious cigars and grinned at Reagan. "Maybe that isn't a bad idea, John. What you think?"
"Yes." Larry's voice was low. It was plain that he was weighing words. "What about?"
"My sister."
"Miss Ivy Welch?"
"What was wrong there?"
"Nothing . . . that is, I didn't want anything to be wrong. I told Thayer that I preferred that he see less of Iv."
"Did you tell him why?"
"I told him that there was too much difference in their ages. He was twenty-two, not three, but a year-old kid. I didn't think it was a very good idea to let the friendship end."
"Were you and Thayer friends?"
"Not intimate friends—no.
"But not enemies, were you?"
"Certainly not."
with your answer.
"I don't know exactly. Seventen months. I guess."
"how long had Tmayer been going with your sister?"
"Anything special happen recently?"
Larry's eyes were focused on the floor.
"Nothing."
"You just made up your mind to see Thayer without anything special happen, ch?"
"Yes. When I say nothing special —I mean . . . ." He rose, walked across the room, and then returned to stand in front of the huge detective. "I spoke to my sister first. I told her that I was a little sick," said she wouldn't. "I said that forced me to see him. And so I went to his fraternity house."
body was tound. So I ask you again:
When you got to his room, was he alive or dead?
"You saw him?"
"Allya or dead?"
The boy's face was white, but he answered In a level voice. "He was pillow."
Larry's eyes widened, and instinctively he drew back as though to ward off a blow.
"What do you mean?" he asked—and his voice trembled.
"Gosh! Son-I don't mean nothin'.
You told me to ask questions, and I'm just doin' what you asked."
"It was such a queer question."
"Maybe he... I don’t. Or course you know he’s dead now, not you?" "Yes," bitterly: "I understand they’re holding me for his murder."
"Well, then—what would be more natural than what I asked you? It
wasn't too difficult," Thayer was dead when you got to him.
Thayer was dead when you could not have killed him, albeit it wasn't
heavenly.
"But if he was alive when you got there, it don't look very nice because everybody knows that you were the last person in that room before the
"And you had a nice, friendly talk"
"Not exactly friendly. You can't easily call it friendly for one man to call to ask him to stay away from a girl."
"You're sure you didn't quarrel?" "Positive."
Finally she got love.
Again that strained, haggard light flashed in Laery's eyes.
"No-o . . . he didn't get sore."
"Not at all?"
"I don't know. I was only there for a few minutes."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hanvey. Please go on."
"Surely."
"And there weren't any querrel?"
Larry whirled on his inquisitor.
"How many times do I have to tell you that we didn't querrel?"
"Good. That clears things up in my mind. Now can I ask you something else?"
"Yes, . . . " Larry was not plausible.
"Yes--it happened just that way."
"I understand. What else do you wish to know about that interview?" "Nothing."
"Noone," murmured Hanvey gently. "Gosh! Son—you don't have to tell me a thing. Any minute you get tired of my question, I'll cut. I ain't aiming at it. I'll pillow up. Now if you'd rather I not ask you more questions?"
The boy was surprised, "Nothing?" "Not a thing. You've told me all I need to know. According to the way I understand it: Thayer was alive when you got there and you and he were together, that is, it wasn't exactly friendly, but you didn't quarrel. Then you left. Ait't the way it was?"
"Do you know Miss Antoinette Peyton?"
"Like him?"
Bengaz saw Larry's future stiffen
defensively, and there was the briefest
esitation before he answered.
"Do you know Max Verron?"
"He's a nice chap."
"Or Miss Peyton?"
"No."
"When you were at the fraternity house to see Thayer—did you happen to see Max Vernon anywhere about?" "No."
"Nothing more?"
"You're pretty keen for Miss Peyton, aren't you?"
Lorry flushed, "I admire her very much."
Harvey folded his hands on his huge stomach. "You object if I ask you a personal question, Welch?" "So behead."
"I don't see . . . No, it's no more than that."
Amazingly enough, Hanvey did not pursue that topic. It seemed to Reagan that Jim was constantly coming back to the job and then going on another task.
"Were Thayer and Miss Peyton very friendly?"
"She hadn't ever mentioned him to you? You haven't any idea why she went to visit Thayer at the fraternity house, have you?"
"I don't think so."
"You're not sure?"
Larry seemed troubled. He raised his voice and smoke vehemently,
"You seen more interested in Miss Peyton than in me" he accused. "I kept talking to her, saying anything to do with Thayer's death. She left that fraternity house before I got there. When I arrived Thayer was dead, so before she couldn't have killed him."
"I dog-gone if that ain't right, Son,
I just plumb form that. I sure did."
"Well, good-by," Son—and much obliged.
The unlaughly detective bolsted himself to his feet with difficulty. He extended one fleshy new.
"You—you don't wish to ask me anything else?"
"Nope. I reckon you've told me about everything there is to tell, haven't you?"
In the corridor John Reagan faced his companion. He could contain himself no longer.
The door closed behind them, and Larry Welch, thoroughly bewildered and not a little ill at ease, stared at the mute panels.
"Welch was lying!" he announced. Jim Hanvey smiled.
"Sure he was, John; sure he was,
But that ain't what interests me.
What I crave to know is—how much?
And why?"
(To be continued Sunday)
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