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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 9. 1933
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THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1833
AS IT APPEARS TO US
After a careful perusal of all available evidence, consisting mostly of press accounts and partly of conversations with embryo lawyers and political science majors, the Daily Kansas herewith endeavors to present a simple, factual analysis of the removal of David S. Barry from the senate of the United States.
Boiled down to the simplest terms, the facts are these:
Barry, the 73-year-old sergeant at arms of the senate, wrote an article for the New Outlook magazine, which attempted, at least, to show that not all members of that legislative body were available to lobbyists for purposes of bribery, or in plainer language, that not all members of the senate are crooks, whereupon that body arose in wrath and righteous indignation and expelled the author from its ranks. It must be recorded, to be accurate, that not all of the members followed the majority, the vote being 53 to 17 for his expulsion.
Whether this whole matter leaves the senate in a position claiming that all of its members are crooks in some other position incomprehensible to us, it certainly cannot be true that all of these gentlemen whom our relatives and friends, and in many cases, ourselves, have elected belong in that classification. At any rate, there are the facts, as nearly as we have been able to compile them. Perhaps you will be more satisfied with your own interpretation.
SUPREME OPTIMISM
There's one thing to be said for the next occupant of the White House. His optimism is unbounded. Here he since Nov. 4, he has believed he was President elect, has gone ahead with his plans, has even spent hours worrying over the personnel of his cabin. And just yesterday did four frock-coated tellers solemnly announce the victory of the Democratic national ticket to the eagerly waiting house and senate.
OUR LEXICOGRAPHERS
"In one day recently" observes the Iola Register, "a just fairly careful reader discovered 'haunt' used in place of fluff" in a book by Claude G. Bowers, in a Harper's Magazine article, and in the Emporia Gazette. It's a weary, weary World."
But this sanctum fears, O Register, that it is useless to clide about the matter. For years we have waged a more or less intensive crusade against this misuse of the words, all to no avail thus far. We haven't yet cured the Washington correspondent of the Kansas City Star of the habit and in the issue of the Literary Digest for Dec. 24 we found the observation, "France, in the words of her own defeated Premier, has flaunted a solemn obligation."
There are times when if it weren't for the Iola Register we should be plumb discouraged.
Oklahoma has begun football training, but surely there're not calling it spring practice.
TENNYSON MUST NOT BE FORGOTTEN
Simultaneously with the advent of the new semester come new resolutions to quit all running around, and really settle down to study in earnest. In every student conversation sooner or later bops up the topic of the poor grades made last semester, and solemnly voiced resolutions that it shall all be different next semester.
The trouble is, those glorious spring days and nights that are on the way are not taken into account when these resolves are formulated. Steak fries and canoes and boat trips on the Kaw are irresistible attractions when the first chinook strikes this region. The combination of spring parties, with frilly formalms and white flannels, and smooth dance orchestras, proves too much for even the most solennel of study resolutions.
But the biggest factor in the disruption of student plans for intensive study is that Tennyson's immortal lines in "Lockesyell Hall" are forgotten. These, you know about "In the spring—"
PERSONALITY OR JUST DUMB?
It's peculiar hom come people suddenly begin to rate. Is it their sudden increase in personality? Or is it that they can write very good papers? A few kind words and a sweet smile can often do wonders in getting that much needed paper written. Do these people realize that they are being fooled? And are they willing to do the work for the smiles of appreciation they will get? Perhaps they realize all this. And yet it's nice to be popular even though you have to pay for it.
Yesterday, discussing the fraternity tax, we wrote, "The water bills are not noticeably less, whether or not the house is operating at capacity." Through some mysterious alchemy that appeared in the paper as, "The water bills are not paid, whether or not the house is operating at capacity." So this correction is run to guard against an evanlance of calls from the water department indigently assuring us that the organizations always are the first to pay their bills!
A NEED
Beginning a new semester, having made relatively little fuss about lack of paper towels and other formerly considered necessities, having allowed the student councils to operate in their own charming ways with little or no criticism, and in general having deported itself with a most amiable mien during the past term, the Daily Kansan finds itself forced to urge the remedy of an evil that has become apparent in its own home, the Journalism building, to witt; the drinking fountain in the Kansan news room will hardly squirt at all.
Whether this is a matter for the attention of the department of buildings and grounds, or for that of the administrative powers that be, it is one for which the Kansas pleads for remedy in all urgency. If those who have the power to remedy the situation could see students and purveyors of the campus
news bending over the alleged drinking fountain, lapping with their tongues like poor parched hounds in search of a precious droplet of moisture, their hearts would throb in anguish and the water department would be directed to increase the pressure. They might even call a plumber. The Kansan can stand almost anything, but this Sahara-like aridity is becoming most intolerable. The Kansan waits hopefully.
Campus Opinion
A recent dispatch from Cambridge, England called to my attention once again the wisdom of the administration of our famous University. It seems that there is located at Cambridge an ultra-conservative girl's finishing school. This school has a world-wide reputation for its strong social scapege of the British Isles just exactly the proper background need to maintain the social position of their country. For years this school has insisted upon strict chaperonage at all times. Recently, however, the power of the chaperonage has been protracted protests have come to the conclusion that they have been too hard on their wards. In fact, they have even gone so far as to abolish the chaperone system. Not contented with this drastic step they have gone even further. They have ruled that these young and immature students should be admitted to Cambridge University in their own womens. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk
I call to your attention that we have a good deal to be thankful for. Our administration is the sole protector of the Young Womanhood of our great state, and I would like you to take job. I ask you, should we not thank our lucky stars, and say a few prayer that our future Motherhood will not be subjected to a similar temptation? Blessed be the Clearing Hours. We are doing our duty on Dread Count, roundly, and loudly.
Clarence Sifers
K. U. SYMPHONY AND LITTLE SYMPHONY:
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXII
Thursday, Feb. 9, 1933
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Our Contemporaries
A new type of scholarship is to be offered at the University of Kansas beginning with the coming semester, "Scholarship Meal Plan" is the name that has been applied to it. This plan has been adopted for all students who for financial reasons have found it impossible to continue their work in the classroom. Through this plan those students, who would otherwise have to leave school, may obtain meals at an average cost of 10 cents each.
Through the co-operation of the Memorial Union operating committee at the University of Kansas and the director of the University cafeteria three meals a day are to be served six times per hour. The student building these meals will be served at definite hours of the day and only for those students who gain permission to eat at this special table. To gain permission, the student must go before a committee and this committee considers his source of income from the cafeteria. The student must show that the student is earnestly working toward his education.
--steps and nodded to the occupants of chair and hammock.
MEN'S GLEE CLUB:
The Engineering Book Exchange will be open to receive and sell books Friday and Monday, Feb. 10, and Ets. from 4:30 to 4:30. All engineering texts are available for free.
There will be no rehearsal this evening. The first meeting will be held Tuesday afternoon, Feb. 14, at 3:30 in the University auditorium. The little symphony will meet Wednesday, Feb. 15, at 3:30 in the University auditorium.
KARL A. KUIPERSTEINEN Director
The scholarship meal plan was made possible through a fund provided by faculty members and citizens of Lawrence, Kan. The plan is a worthy one too because the colleges throughout the nation. The committee in charge of granting the students the right to eat at this remarkably low rate will have to watch as faculty members come together to a number of students who could afford to eat at regular boarding places and by taking advantage of this scholarship meal plan will deplete the fund set up for the plan and deprive deserving students of the opportunity of attending school—Daily Texan.
There will be a very important meeting in Professor Skilton's room at 4:30,
Friday, Feb. 10, in preparation for program Sunday. All members are invited.
Please bring your phone number to the meeting.
SCHOLARSHIP MEAL PLAN
--steps and nodded to the occupants of chair and hammock.
ENGINEERING BOOK EXCHANGE:
C. E. KINDSVATER, Chairman.
SIGMA ETA CHI
EVANGELINE CLARK
Initiation services will be held at the Congregational church at 4 ackle Saturday followed by an banquet. Don't forget the guest meeting at 8:13 Ski Sunday.
KARL O. KUERSTEINER, Director.
The May Day Mystery
Octavus Roy Cohen
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER 1—Autofitness Pepton, a southern university Marshall, rushed to the attention to Tey Wylch, revenged-year-old with bitter recriminations, the non-other student long Thayer's non-other student long Thayer's a date with him. Thayer and Vernon
Copyright by Octavus Roy Cohen.
CHAPTER 11.—Larry Welch, Welch Toney are supposed to be by Tony Toney to end his sister's friendship with Thayer. Welch and Tony Toney are in love with each other, but he can do in the matter. Tony then tries to win her over. Then, Tony is in his wife only in name.
Shortly after noon of May first—at the very hour when Tony Peyton and Larry Welch were having their conversation in Larry's classroom—two young men descended the bill turned in at the Pad Tid Teen House. A girl sat next to them, a jungle hammock and the other in a somewhat decreacher wicker chair.
The roadway which descends some what precipitously from the main building to Martian road is lined on both sides with fraternity houses. University Hill stands the tallest of Ten Tue Thurs, by all odds the largest of them all.
The main building of Marlard university looks down from the top of a modest hill upon the quiet, far-flung residential town of Marlard.
The rentals of the various fraternity houses were not empty but were nearly seven of the porches, young men slept calmly in hammocks. A few
Phil Glasson, his companion, was also a juniper; but even in the first hot water of approaching summer, he was immaculate—junancy. Even he was short and slender and dripped to be dynamic. He ascended nothing ever excited Rube to more than a slow, amused draw.
The kid who jumped in the hammock was "Hunter" Farnum, a fat, aneurysm-like man with a brownened fitted his appearance rather more strongly than his background. Actually he was quite normal.
Phill Gleason glanced at his watch; frowned; shook the timepiece violently, and then turned to his friend.
"D—n thing's busted again!" he exploded. "What time, Rule?"
Mr. Parmum reached into his pocket and extracted a large but reliable watch.
Glesson's sharp eyes swing toward the street as a tilt, graceful figure leans on his shoulder. "To the house," he says, "Hallo!" he observed softly: "Here come What, the Web
"Humphl 1 got a class at one twenty."
"Twelve-thirts."
Rube eyed the approaching figure of Pat Tinyer with tolerant aneurysm. He pulled her arm away, was a raw freebie so I could get a kick out of looking at that bird.
Thayer, happily ignorant of their caustic comment, mounted the porch
Rube clucked. "He's got it soft, that bimbo. Star harbor here. Ever been in that room of his?"
"Yeh. Second floor, front. Day window and everything. Flicked up like a boulder of one of Louis Fourteenth's lady friends."
Thayer passed through the door into the big downstairs reception hall.
"Ain't He Too Sweet?"
"Hello, Phil, Howdy, Rube,"
"He's Pa."
"All it no? and If—" Rube cooked his hand on one and listened attentively. The soft summer air was cool and high-powered motor. "I think," said Rube, "that our most shrinking violet is about to approach in his gasoline
They looked down the hill in time to see a long, low gray touring car
of heavy and expensive type swing violently into Friturity row from Marlwood road. It jerked to a bolt under the roof of old oak trees which digs the lawns.
Vernon climbed from behind the wind of the car and stirred toward the window. He was on the veranda gnashed at him closely and turned incoherently to one an
"Gee. The sun is downright eclipsed, nikit it? Phil? Did you see May looking like that. Reckon they can miss his for speeding, or something?"
"What's the matter with him?" inquired Gleason.
There was no moulting the fact that Mix Verson was in an unstoody mood, and he was often short, positive strites, keeping his eyes focused on the ground, and would have passed to the house without a fight. MixVerson had not fled Faram named him.
Verion responded without glancing at them.
"Hi! Max!"
His manner was forbidding. Fare
num, somewhat nonploused, made a guil-
tle attempt at cordiality.
"Pat Thayer just came in," he called cheerfully, "He's up in his room." Norwane strumped short.
*I don't give a d—n where Pnt
Thaver is!* he growled.
As he cashed inside the house the two boys stared in amazement. The thing was so startling that even Rube Farnum was moved to shelve his habit.
"Well, I'll be asked for a two-cent stamp! I ask you, Phil; did you hear Little Mexie?"
"Did I say, . . . what you reckon?"
"Tube shoes bind in newwear and
must have happened. Must
must have happened. Wold ever
dimenion Dismon not giving a d—m
They discussed the phenomenon eagerly. Mac's friends and long since determined that Inoafar was Thayer was concerned, Venom was hopelessly the opposite, of animosity, therefore, come like a jagged lightning flash from a clear sky.
"Something hit him hard." Robe cocked one eye at the ceiling. "You reckon it little blond, Phil? Max has been awful need for her, and they look who is being entangled around a bottle with Fatally. You never tell."
--street and turned uphill toward Old Maln. Rube sank back into his hammock with a sign of infinite relief.
They gazed off toward the street, each busy with his own thoughts. Their recruve was interrupted by the office worker, who office her until she turned in on the walk and came straight toward the veranda. Their faces braced into a stare.
"Hey, Tony!" they hailed her.
"low goes it!"
Antolina Peyton gave each of them a brief smile.
"Hello," she said. Then her question came with starting sharpness. "Do you boys know whether Pat Thayer is in?"
It was Phil Glennon who answered,
"Yeah. He's up in his room. I'll call him for you."
And then Tony Peyton did an amazing thing; a thing so staggeringly unprecedented that neither boy was able to move a muscle.
Quite calmly Tony Peyton walked through the door and into the sacred precincts of the Pal Tau Theta fraternity house.
"Never mind," she called over her shoulder, "I'll go right up to his room."
Tony Patty had done the impossible—and thereby scandalized the two members of Psi San Tthea, who stared in dounded amusement at the door of a quiet dignity and smiling determination she had calmly announced that she was going to visit the room of a fraternity member, and what was even more jarring was her silence.
The two boys did not know that Tony deliberately had selected this method of approach so that her mother was not bluffing. When a girl vits a man in his room, explanations for why he should be aroundly arounded—wished the man to understand that she was prepared to let the campus know of their marriage.
"Well, I'll be everlastingly dog-bit!" Phil murmured, "Can you bent it, Phil? I ask you."
"No!' snapped Glennon. "I can't— and neither can anybody else."
"Do you reckon anybody saw her go upstairs?"
"Sunpose they did?"
"They couldn't, you poor sipp. Say what the he—I's happens, simp. W
They reflected heavily upon the situ-
station, four for the good name of their
own fraternity forming their paran
morry worry.
"What you reckon . . .." started Farnum, and Gleason answered the unfinished question.
"Nothing, except that Tony is straight as they make me. If they were to give you a gift like your last dollar they wouldn't do it in the open way that way. O, K. Rue, I know."
For twenty minutes Rube Farnum and Pill Glisson sat on the veranda and watched past one Tory appeared on the veranda again. They glanced at her and saw that she seemed to be a very sensitive person, in a emotion. They also noticed that she 'was making a brave effort to appear awkward. Awkwardly, the two boys rose
Tony gave them a hard little smile and said goodby. She walked to the
"And that," he remarked—"is most decidedly that."
"Durned if I know. Say, Phil—did you get a good flash at her?"
"Yeh. But what is it?"
"She seemed kind of worked up. Right mad, I might say."
"She did. Sore as a goat. What you reckon?"
"There's something funny, . . . And I think the more we say nothing the less we'll get mixed up in a scandal."
His manner still puzzled them. The moonlike face was sternly set, glimpn a somewhat grotesque appearance in his hands. He was short, short, quick strides across the veranda. He was wearing a different suit from the one which had adorned his figure a half hour since and he seemed to have lost the thoughts of no highly pleasant nature.
There was a sound of feet on the stairway inside the freeracy house. The boys looked toward the door in time to see Max Vernon come out.
hot1
"Something's puzzling me," remarked Rube slowly.
He descended to the walk without so much as a glance at Farmin and Glason. They noticed that under his arm he wore a scarf, and he ran into his bench his car and plush the bundle into the tomsen. Then, with more speed than grace, Vernon jumped behind the wheel, kicked the stairer, knocked his mascara and jerled into the road.
"Which is the most remarkable phenomenon? Tony Poyton's visit to Put Thurby's room, or Max Vernon's visit to Tiffany's room, I ask him, Phill—which?"
Glenson gave a prompt and explicated answer.
"Both!" he said tersely.
CHAPTER IV
Ivy Welch emerged from the women's dormitory and confronted her brother, Larry, gazing at her with big-breathly affection, found it difficult to recrouche to the idea that any affair of the heart in which she was sentenced to be punished seriously. But her first words sounded the alarm.
"I know exactly why you've come, Larry. It's to tell me I've got to quit Pat Thayer. The answer is that I won't do it."
The tolerant smile died on his lips, and he frowned slightly.
"Not about a man just about a woman," she stamped her tiny foot. "Tony Peyton has been talking to you, hasn't she? She's been filing you full of accusations of jealousy, that's all." "No-o," he answered slowly, "she's not believing."
"Because I love him. And I guess I'm old enough to know my own mind."
"I know it."
"How do you know?"
"She isn't jealous, lvy. 1 feel con
ident of that."
"Yes; because you're crazy about her—that's why. You take my advice Rob, and say to her of you. She's playing with me, but I can't stand this better than you do."
"No. You've got to quit Thayer."
Her lips press tightly together
"Since when did you start telling me what i must do?"
"It's for your own good."
"Oh, yes—because a jolous woman wants the man who's crazy about me; that's what I did," she fumed. fooled. Honest, I never would have told Tony Gregory so be small.
"She isn't that, Sir; believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She told me a good deal—"
"About this afternoon?"
"What?"
He hesitated. "I'm not at liberty to say."
"No. Certainly you aren't. I'm ashamed of you, Bind. You're not playing fair. I guess if it's so important that I keep away from Pat Thayer it's important enough for you to tell me what you know."
"Naturally, she'd make you promise; because most likely whatever she said isn't so."
"That isn't very nice, Sis."
"And is it nice for you to come knocking Pat Thayer when you know I'm crazy about him? Is it?"
He tried to be fair. "I guess it sounds pretty bad," he confessed. "What are you saying? What I'm telling you isn't messy. It isn't based on rumor. Thayer isn't any man for you. And I don't want you to say any more. You must lay off him."
and you don't know anything. Well, I guess he told me all the bad things about himself that anyone else knows, but I don't know him with him, and I won't have you interfering. I shuilt positively stick with us now—are you going to have no allies?
"I don't have to do what you say, I guess if you weren't at this college I'd do what I want. And I'm not going to fool you. Bud. I'll be with Pat as much as he wants me to, and I guess that is a good idea."
"Not that bird!"
"Even then. Now listen—" She
swept her hand on her mouth,
"I know she's not going, but
but you all wet on this. Put it
a well fellow. And he's crazy a
well fellow. And he's crazy a
well fellow."
"Stop!" Unconsciliously, she became quite melodramatic. "I not going to let even you talk about Paltat that way." I guess if I know all her tenons . . .
"Oh! That isn't fair, Larry. It isn't. You're being nasty about Pat
"No." he said honestly, "I'm not."
His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean: I'd better?"
"You'll what?"
"But—but you can't!
"Because you say so?"
"I mean this," she said slowly. "If you try to keep Pat Titoyer and me part, I'll marry him!"
"I can't hammer any sense into your head, Ivy—so I'm going to see Pat Thinser."
He cursed himself. He wished he hadn't told Tony that he'd keep her secret.
"You--you just can't, that's all," he said calmly.
He stared at her for a minute. She was his eldest and he knew that she said, "I'm going to give you of further argument and turned away shrewly. She jumped in front of him,
"We'll see." She was afraid with indignation: "I'm going to ask him myself if he'll marry me! And don't expect that mean, that bad—because I do!"
"Oh . . . you wouldn't dare!
You'll be starting something." She was trembling violently and her face was clenched. "I will, the Larry—you will be starting something."
She stood like little statuteshes hostel off down the path which led through the glen and so up the hill opposite. He tried it on, and he did not risk it. The precepts of the princes needlessly arise because Tony Peyon was the other woman in the case. One thing was very clear to him in that moment of worry; he must see Thayer immediately. There must be a show, as there is when teeth clenched as he reflected upon the fact that he could mighty well handle Pat Thayer.
He moved away. "You're darn right I will," he said sharply.
Actually, Larry experienced an exculation at the prospect that Thipper raised him more than he know. He told him how to tell a wife a rent for his overwrought feelings.
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