PAGE TWO TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1932 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN LAWRENCE. KANSAS University Daily Kansan Amelia Betta Associate Editors Maurice Ries Managing Editor SINNY HORNE Marken Editor Parker Margaret Gregg Nathan Editor Margaret Gregg Nathan Editor Margaret Gregg Tarichuh Editor Arnold Kretzman Chloe Coleman Society Editor Chloe Coleman Society Editor Marcie Brore Alhamed Editor Marcie Brore Sunday Editor Dorothy Smith ADVERTISING MGR. MARGARET INC London District Manager Lonely Hill District Manager Jasmine Hill Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS Editor-In-Chief PAUL V. MINE Robert Whitman Michael Miles Sidney Krown Matthew J. McCarthy Ian McCarthy Brett Berman Mary Smith Monica Moncorz Margaret Jefferson Margaret Jefferson Betty Milligan Alpine Brookside Alpine Brookside David Smith David Smith South Smith Mountain Smith Business Office ... K.U. 60 News Room ... K.U. 22 Night ConNECTION, Business Office ... 750K18 Night Connection, News Room ... 750K28 TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1933 Published in the afternoon, five times a week and on Sunday morning, by students in the Department of Journalism of the University of Chicago and the Press of the Department of Journalism. Subscription price, $1.00 per year, payable in advance. Simile expires, for each. Entered as second-class matter September 17, 2016, at the office at Lawrence, Kansas. IN DEFENSE OF FLAMING YOUTH And still they come! With the opening of the second semester at the University, there has appeared a new group of students on Mt. Oread. They have come from every corner of the state with high dreams of success and hopes of getting something out of college that will make them better men and women. Many of them have come with empty pockets. The first of the month will not bring a check from home. But the lack of financial support has not kept them from driving on to the goal they have set for themselves. They will be found in the laboratories and the library long after the average student has gone to more pleasurable fields. This student with the empty pockets will be found in the kitchens of the restaurants, behind counters in stores, and every place where a few pennies can be earned. The student will have to sacrifice for his mind and his ambition, but he will do it—just as 50 per cent of the rest of us are doing now. And we are called "Flaming Youth!" We wouldn't mind these midwinter cold snaps so much if they didn't mean that the newspapers would be filled with pictures of bathing beauties swimming amidst cakes of ice, or young male fools dashing about in the snow drifts clad only in running shorts. LOGICAL LOVE The casual reception of Valen tine's Day is heartening to those brave souls who have struggled long and earnestly to kill the sentimentalism of the last few decades. No longer does a young lady dream of the sadistic pleasure of allowing her beauty to fade in pinning for a handsome lover who never comes. With calculating eyes she selects a man suited to her taste, or if that sort is not available, she takes the next best and is satisfied. The young people of today have stripped love of its silly mid-victorian clothes and have found it a thing of more startling beauty than their fathers had ever dared hope Young people of today realize that love is a relative thing. They know that it is a very necessary part of their everyday life. Love is as necessary as eating, they say. And with true strength of character they defy convention and sentimentality to live more nearly as nature intended. Mush and soul-mates have disappeared from the life of youth and in their place is a physiological and psychological understanding of that mystery-shrouded innate desire, love. With a hearty "Amen," youth endures the words of the poet: If to love Meant but to sigh, I could not care for thee. Some day we're going to slip a pure white puzzle to one of these jig-saw fiends and then steal three or four pieces from him. Will he go crazy? APROPOS Finals are over, enrollment is completed, first classes have been endured. Professors have assigned long lessons just to get things started off right. New resolutions to study hard are already discarded. New classes have been settled. Students are mostly finding the right rooms at the right time. A few have even found out the names of their instructors and the people who are probably the brightest in the group. Living conditions have been adjusted. Second hand book stores have been rummaged for slightly damaged texts. Fees have been partially paid. Everything is running smoothly. Ho hum! When is our next vacation? We are about to suggest that the new Swope park lion be used as subject for another Missouri lion hunt when word came that he had finally asserted his manhood. We are glad that he has demonstrated his ineligibility for such an enterprise; but it is hard on the potential lion hunters. A PROPER STUDY DIET Science tells us that if we want to live to a ripe age we should follow a program of scientific nutrition. The main essentials are energy foods, and vitamins and minerals. After fulfilling these "requirements" we can eat whatever food we like. At the beginning of this new semester it would seem fitting to remember that proper diet can well be applied to other things than food. Many students fail to realize that by unsystematized study they slowly but surely retard the process of learning, so that when final examinations near in the spring, things are in a serious condition. OPPORTUNITY'S FORELOCK Last Sunday afternoon there was a magnificent recital of organ music in the University Auditorium. Although admission was free, only a handful of people attended. Only about half the audience was made up of college students. According to a note on the printed program, the purpose of the Sunday afternoon organ recitals is to "Give to the University and to the community a quiet hour of the best in music." Lost Sunday's service did just that. The quality of the music was excellent, and as one student said upon leaving. "It makes you feel better to hear an organ recital." Students evidently do not know what they miss. They pay hundreds of dollars for classroom training which the University gives, but they pass up opportunities for cultural development OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN Vol. XXX Tuesday, 14月18日 Noise due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:30 a.m. on Sunday for熬夜。 which are free BOTANY CLUB: CHRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION The Botany club will meet tonight at the home of Dr. Mix, 1344 Louisiana Street, at 7:50 o'clock. Initiation of new members will be held. CHRISTIAN SCIENCE ORGANIZATION an exercise will be held at 4:30 Wednesday in room 32 Admits. training building JESSIE'S PICKLEK President. GRADUATE CLUB: Dean E. B. Stouffer, of the Graduate School, will speak at the meeting of the Graduate club to be held in the private dining room of the cafeteria at 6:15 this evening. He will speak on his impressions of Fascism and Hitlerism and as he has spent some months in both Italy and Germany since the activities of Mussolini and Hitler begin, his talk will be an interesting first-hand discussion. ELLIOTT PENNER, Chairman. MMACULATA CLUB: Immaculata club an organization of Catholic women, will meet at 7:30 to night at St. John's Catholic church. MARY ASTON, President. The Intrumbral board for women will meet at 4:30 Wednesday. RUTH HOOVER There will be a meeting in 216 Administration building Wednesday at 4:30 members must be present. HARRIETT SHAW, President. KAPPA PHI: Regular meeting, with pledging and election of officers will be held this evening at 6:30 at Myers hall, instead of at 1299 Avenue Street. EVELYN WORDEN, Publicity Chairman. LE CERCLE FRANCAIS: Le Circe Franca se reumira mercredi, a quatre heures et demie, salc 200 Fraser hall. Tous ceux qui parient francais sont invités. H. N. Brasilford will speak to English students and others interested Wednesday morning at 11:30 in Fraser theater. His subject will be "The Idea of Progress." W. S. JOHNSON, Chairman. LECTURE FOR ENGLISH STUDENTS: Those men who have made eligibility requirements for the Men's ccs club this semester and who are destroys of joining this organization should call Profs. Katherine L. Clarke at (312) 568-4700. MID-WEEK VARSITY: TRYOUTS FOR MEN'S GLEE CLUB: Union cards must be shown by both men and women students at the mid-week variety tomorrow night. OZWIN RUTLEDE, Manager. HAROLD WALKER, President. "There will be a regular meeting of W.A.A. Wednesday at 4:30. D.Naishtan will speak on 'The Invention of Basketball.' DOROTHY LIGHTBURN." All members of the Women's Rifle Team he sure to see Lieut. Coe and sign up for practice Tuesday and Wednesday so they can start training immediately. W. A. A.; W. S. G. A. - Y. M. C. A. TEA: the GEA, VA, W.C.A. tea for new women students will be held Wednesday morning at 10 a.m., Administration rest rooms. All women of the University are invited to attend. WOMEN'S RIFLE TEAM: CAROL HIGGINS, MARY SHRUM. Social Chairmen. The May Day Mystery Octavus Roy Cohen SYNOPSIS copyright by Octavus Roy Cohen. CHAPTER 1—Antoinette, Peyton, Kevin and Mark. Marlard, Patente Marlard, Patente Thayer attentions to Ivy Welch, seventh-year- student with bitter recriminations, the ending with bitter recriminations, the non, another student, long Thayer's non, another student, long Thayer's non, another student, long Thayer and Vernon threaten us. CHAPTER 113. — Larry determines to see Thayer and end his association with the company until she has appended to her husband's room at a fraternity house. Max Veritas lives and goes to his room. Tony ends up at a restaurant afterwarms, visible in a staircase he has left apparently clothing to be worn there. CHAPTER 14. IV—Webster's appeal to the Court of Appeal that Prattless he determines to see Thomas. Prattless gives his first court hearing, that of home insurance. Fuchs issues counsel to the judge. Lindsay appeals to the judge, takes charge of hands police chief. CHAPTER 12—Larry Welch, Toys be appraised of do you Wendy to end his apprentice or do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentice of do you Wendy to end his apprentices As the banker moved toward the window, Jim sighed relievedly. He received the unseal cigar and took a sip of his breath. A friend's infusion. Jim's cigars were a source of perpetual perfume; he was always afraid that some day some one would break it. **CHAPTER V—The Marlbank bank is robbed of $160,000. The robber is absorbed into the bank and apparently badly wounded. Jim Heavens, a former bank manager, and good, and honest, comes to inform the bank president, tally Hanshein he believes has. Veronan was driving the car when the robber was discovered.** Fiske seated himself again. "To'd like to hear about the robbery?" he asked. "Yeh—if you want." "isn't that what you came for?" "Reckon so." "Then why don't you ask me some questions?" Randalloph Fiske threw back his head and lunged. "You win, Harvey. Now—shoot!" Jim's face did not change. "Gosh! Mr. Fiske—how do I know what to ask? I want you to wait for you to tell me, and you are waiting until you'll sure I didn't escape from some zoo." "The roller got away with approximately one hundred thousand dollars in currency." Harvey blinked. "Lot of cash for a little bank like this." "Day before yesterday—May first— at ten minutes after two o'clock." "I plenty. We were making up the pay roll for the Mariand mills. They pay on the third." "That is Archer street," said Flicker. "The north and south street is Oak. The north and shopping street, but Archer is the line where we go to get by here all the time. You will notice that this bank is the only commercial establishment on Archer street." "Sick-up?" queried the detective, "Yes." Fiske rose and invited Hanley to follow him. They passed from his bed and ran out the hall under the amazed eyes of Miss Helen Seward. Fiske conducted Hanley to the front door and gestured to the breast thoroughbred passing east and west. "Tell me all about it." Fiske stepped back into the bank. "Our banking business starts at one in the morning and stops at two. At two o'clock daily—and on Saturday morning," he added, "too tender. We then conceal the interior of the bank by rolling the shades—" He stepped behind the open door, and then pushed from the bottom of the door. The heavy green shade rose along the glass surface until it was higher than /4 "There are similar curtains on both windows," he went on. "As soon as we get the last customer out, we pull the curtains and the employees except two or three go out for a bite of lunch. They invariably come back, which is behind my office, opens onto a little alley through which you can pass into Ouk Street. Day before yesterday the bank was free of customers entering the curtain and shut the front doors." "Easy," grunted Jim. "You sure do talk explict." "No. They never are. We have safety vaults in the basement and they are open until five o'clock. There has to be some way for clients to get into the building. We merely shalt not allow customers to keep our banking clients out." "Were they locked?" Flasks turned away, but Hanvey examined the door. He saw that it was equipped on the inside with a heavy metal canister. He turned and followed the banker. Back in Fisker's office, the banker remembered his store. Harry Holley in a fallout suit had pointed out that occasionally his eyes uncurried for a moment and he regarded the banker as a friend. "May first was a perfect day," said Fiske. "Warm and sunshine and almost like summer. As I said, we shit the floor and drew the curtains at two windows. We were in the tangkak, we were effectually conceived from anyone on the street. At the same time everybody went out to lunch except Miss Seward and myself, Miss Searow is my secretary. She knew all the people who called "Ohi" and hanwe. And then "Oh!" said Harvey. And then— "Nice young lady." There was no blot of humor in his heavy face, but Fiske chuckled delightedly. "Efficient—and sour," he explained. "Not mighty loyal." "I knew she must be something." "She was behind her desk and I had just gone out to speak with her. At one, I pushed me two o'clock on the free door opened. I hold up anything of it—a box holder, most likely. The man—" "Remember what he looked like?" "Only vaguely. He was slim and quietly dressed. He didn't look like a creek." "Crooks never do." "He walked straight up to the cage where I was talking to Miss Seward. First thing I knew about anything being wrong was when Miss Seward uttered a little shriek, I turned around and the man was painting a gun at us. "The rubber was polite, but very positive. He told us to hack into the wall. I could see him. Then he saw me looking toward the electric buttons which we have all over the room. We knew he was angry and he warned me that if I made a move to touch one, he'd kill me. I "Wise man," murmured Jim. "he herded us into the safe and followed us. I noticed then for the first time that he carried a little black satchel. He stuffed it with all the currency we had in the safe—about one hundred thousand dollars—and I went to get it from him at course. I knew he intended locking Miss Seward and myself in. "This happened quickly—but it didn't seem quick to us. Miss Seward did not see him, and she did not to scream, and also didn't. The robble moved into the main part of the house." He paused and Hanvey prompted. "Then—what?" "Iharmon Burke came back from lunch. He's the cashier and teller. He came in the back way." "What happened when he came in? " "Plenty," said Fisk grimly. "First the writer's return was when he and the robber started shooting at each other." Harvey made a chuckling noise with his lips. "This Burke must be a real figin' piece of furniture." "He is. Though I never suspect it before." "Is he here?" "Yes, they had him at the use- upal until yesterday evening. He was hit in the fleshy part of the leg. He came back this morning." Fiske touched the buzzer on his desk and Miss Seward answered the summons. "Ask Mr. Burke if he'd mind stepping in here." A few seconds later the door opened and a figure entered. Harrison Burke, who was part of the team, exhibited no surprise at the grotesque appearance of the Gargantuan defense. Harmon Burke was a little bit of a man, scarcely more than five feet in height. His stature did not have been greater than a hundred pounds. He had roving gray eyes which seemed rather bright; wrists of great length; and which seemed too large for his body. "Harmon," said the bank president, "this is Mr. Harvey. He's down here for the B, P. A, to look into our little robbery." Burke habbled forward and extended his hand. The detective regarded him in amazement. "You and the robber fought it out?" he questioned. "Humph! Tell we what happened, if you please." "You don't look like a gun-fighter." The little man glanced up in surprise. "Well—" Burke was speaking meticulously, "I went out to lunch immediately after two o'clock. I went into the kitchen, and we were route back; I suppose Mr. Fiske has explained that we always do that. I returned exactly at two-thirty because we were to be very busy that afternoon, so the pay roll for the Married mills. "I'm not." "I came in the back door and saw a man putting currency into a suitcase, then he grabbed my hand. I couldn't see Mr. Fiske or Miss Seward. I immediately suspect- "A rather natural supposition," agreed Hanvey. "And what happened then?" "He yelled something at me." "What?" "I don't know. I didn't pay any attention to him. I jumped behind the bullet and ran back. He fired at me but the bullet struck the marshal counter. He didn't hit me unnoticed. The wrenched cashier spoke as though gun battles were matters of everyday occurrence. "Oh, yes sir! I couldn't shoot a rifle from where I was. I ran around the curler of my bed. Just as he gun him and shot at the front door, him and he shot at me. That was when he hit me. I was very sorry to hear that man and that kept me from following." "And after you fell down?" prompted Jim. "Good Lord! After he had hit you?" "Yes, sir. I was very lucky, too. I hit him." "You are sure about that?" Quite positive, sir. You see, we found blood on the floor where he had been standing. And there was a trail of blood along the sidewalk and across the sidewalk to the curb." "Yes, sir. I regretted very much "Yes, Sir. I Regretted Very Much That I Had Not Struck Him in a More Vulnerable Spot." that I had not struck him in a more vulnerable spot." "You did a-plenty. Now, Mr. Burke, what happened after that?" The little man flushed with embarrassment. "Golly!" breathed Jim. "It was about time." Randolph Fiske faced Hanvey proudly. "Quite a hero, isn't he, Hanvey?" "Man! You said it! Mr. Burke, is that all you know about the robbery?" "Yes, sir." "Ind you ever seen the robber before?" "Not that I can remember." "No suspicion, eh?" Harvey rose. "That'll be all, Mr. Burke. And I'm really proud to have met you." Harmon Burke bowed stiffly and hobbled away. When the door closed behind him Hanvey turned to the banker. "What did you do while this was going on?" "Absolutely—as far as I could see from the safe." "Burke was correct in stating that the man was hit?" "There's a question about that. There was a good deal of blood on the floor. He must have been bleeding rather profusely, too, because he got heavier as it apprised the curb. A car was waiting there for him." "Anybody else see the robbery?" "Anyone see the escape?" "No one. A negro boy who works at the gas station across the street said he heard the shooting. But he did not have identified and so he ducked for cover." "Then no one saw the robber actual ly drive away?" "How?" "I was still in the safe. The front door was open. I saw him jump into the car." "There was another man at the wheel?" Hanvey's bulbous head moved slowly... "Same old routine. It's a wonder more of these little banks don't get stuck up." He rose and waddled to the door, which he opened. He stood for several seconds starling into the bank, then he moved down the passageway and inspected the rear door route to Oak street. He returned to Fiskle's lighted button of her terrible cigars and turned tinkly eyes on the banker. "This isn't exactly going to be easy, Mr. Fiske. Except for the stuck-up man gettie hit, there wouldn't hardly be a chance for us, because their prowess in the game would want to ask you is this: Levin's the robbery itself out of the conversation for a minute--has there been anything funny gold on around here recently? Anything that was unreal—like falling around, or anything like that?" Randall Flake was genuinely impressed. "To tell you the truth," he said, "I am sure I recognized the car in which the robber drove away." "We don't gain" to bother no innocent folks, Mr. Flake. suspicions are probably grossly unjust." "No-o, but you kind of acted it." "So-o! That sounds awful good. Whose was it?" "But there has been something peculiar." Hanvey asserted. Fiskes toyed with a blotter for a moment, "I hate to say, Havuve. My "I hope not. Especially this one. You see, in all the excitement, I couldn't be sure it was his cat." "Who was it?" "A young friend of mine who is a student at the college here, Marlard university. I could almost swear that he was waited at the car for the roller." hanney space solity, and kindly. "Idn't you better tell me the ind's name, Mr. Fiske?" The New Books (To be continued tomorrow) that everyone is talking aben are for sale and for rent at "It's a nice boy, Haney, I've never met him for three years. I'm not known to any girl, I can't name her." Name—"And the banker drew a long breath; 'His name is Maxwell Verdreth.'" His name is Maxwell Verdreth. Come in and see them. 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