PAGE TWO UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS THURSDAY JANUARY 26, 1903 University Daily Kansan Official Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS Editor-in-Chief...MARTIA LAWRENCE Affiliate Editor...AMY HANCOCK Amnesia Bettis Maurice Rice Managing Editor IRA MCKINNEY Arnold McKINNEY Campus Editor Stacy Kraemer Margaret Knight Teacher Editor Sports Editor Chris Collenwood Rohaneh Editor Marie Brown Adult Sunday Editor Dorothy Smith ADVERTISING MGR. MARGARET INCE Advertising Manager Scholar District Manager Jeff Robinson District Manager Tom Robinson Robert Whitman Margaret Ine Paul Y. Miner Linda Iblett Stabb Bettie Milligur Betty Milligur Martha Lawrence Ashley Adams Ira McCarty William Prairie **REGISTRATION** Business Office KU, 64 News Room KU, 25 Night Connection, Business Office 201KU Night Connection, News Room 270KU Published in the afternoon, five times a week and on Sunday morning, by students in the Department of Journalism of the University of Missouri, at the Press of the Department of Journalism. THURSDAY, JANUARY 26, 1933 Subscription price, $4.00 per year, payable in Advance. Single copies, 16 each. Entered as second-class matter September 17, 1910, at the office at Lawrence, Kansas. TRIFLING WITH TRIVIA With finals beginning tomorrow, the editorial staff of the Kansas has gone into a temporary period of inactivity, leaving to its esteemed contemporaries, the general editors of Kansas, the task of keeping the public informed on the situation in Manchukuo, the tariff and debt revision, the passage of the twentieth amendment, and similar topics. So today, the last issue of the paper until next Monday, the editor has filled the column with the spasmatic effusions of editorial minds disjointed, disheveled, and distracted by semester examinations. No apology is offered, none have been asked for, and it is hoped that the column, filled admittedly with trivia, will not merit too much censure from those who hold the editor's role always to be a solemn and serious one. AM WORRIED Finals are coming on. Am worried. Wonder about fixing it up with the weather man so there can be cold, nasty days and black nights with no moon. Am worried. One consolation: I can go help tear down Old Snow when I get to feeling destructive. However, I must needs go study. Finals are coming on. Am worried. Sleepy now and haven't started to cram. Suppose Prof. would mind just one teeny-weeny pony? After all, school is not everything Am worried. What's a "pony?" Prof. said not to bring one to class. Silly. As any body would bring one into a class. Filled ask what we could "look forward to" in studying for the exam. How can anybody look forward to having a test. Am still worried. HISSABLE WORDS Cinema sound engineers have barred from the talkies severa words, which they say are hissed or swallowed by most film actors. These words were listed as: "cohesion, distilling, aluminum, catastrophe, soothing, felicitations, nemesis, procrastination, hipopotamus, and rural." We are not proposing them merely as a trial lesson in articulation. Rather we would use them as the basis for further thought. Why not have a list of words barred from the campus? Three of the words could be "finals, quizzes, term themes." We have felt like hissing them many times, and the faculty tries to make us swallow them. UNFAIR INTERFERENCE! The obstacles in the way of those who want to study for these semester examinations are stupendous. The mere physical and mental task of sitting down and studying is bad enough, but the complications are what are really working damage. The distractions, in other words, are distressing. The weather, too is being just as nasty and mean as it can be to those who try really to concentrate. That bright sun, that paleblue, cloudless sky, that gentle breeze, those bright stars at night, and the whispering wind night, Notices due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:30 a.m. Saturday for Sunday issue, OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN Vol. XXX Thursday, Jan. 26, 1933 No. 95 --that—aw shucks, why go on? Anyway, it is all combining to give most of us a premature attack of spring fever. And that, right at final time, is simply tragical. BOOK EXCHANGE: The Book exchange will be open from 8:30 to 4 Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, Jan. 30, 61, and 31. Cash I will receive from 8:30 to 4 Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, EDITION BIOHIN Manage. ENGINEERING BOOK EXCHANGE: The engineering book exchange will be open to receive books Wednesday, Feb. 6, in Marvin hall. All engineering text books can be sold at a local KE JINDESHAV, CATERMAN. SIGMA ETA CHI Sigma Eta Chi will meet in the Parish house of the Congregational church at 5 o'clock Sunday afternoon. Subject for discussion, "The Hebrew Ideal of Womanhood." GERALDINE IRION, President. Obscure Farmer Proposes Peace Plan and Is Nominated for Nobel Prize King City, Calif., Jan. 26—(UP)—An obscure farmer living in a peaceful mountain canyon 30 miles from King City has conceived a plan for international peace and disarmament that has received the approval of several world figures. The document and its author, Henry C. Korntved, have been nominated by a group of prominent university officials to serve as the United Press learned today. Kortvedt was the first man from his district to volunteer for service in the World War. It was while he watched the human wreckage of that conflict that he received his inspiration to work for world peace. "We who volunteered were the fools and the conscientious objector was the wise and courageous man." Kornett, stockily built, modifies appearing man The hardest blow of all came when the authorities, not satisfied with just saddling us with this old man of the sea called finals, allowed the workmen on old Snow hall to get around on the side nearest the library. The library steps are a most excellent vantage point from which to survey the work of demolishing the building. And it's so hard to get to work yourself when it is so easy to watch someone do the work! But maybe we are unfair. Perhaps that is another example of University training. Just think of the good crop of excavation and building operations watchers that should be turned out this year! WEE, SMALL HOUR INVENTORY The clock strikes two-thirty. A lamp, a table, some books, some papers and a student. Another cigarret butt into the empty coffee cup. The work yet unfinished—four plays to read, a notebook to finish, a text book to outline. A hopeless feeling filling the mind and sinking to the stomach. Finals one day off. Another cigaret butt into the empty coffee cup. Fitful sleep. Our Contemporaries But neither kissing nor handshaking is as dangerous to the health as back-slapping. The ill-effects are not felt so much by he who gets slapped—he is not likely to suffer anything worse than a broken spine or a bitent tongue. But he who slips—the invaginations of disobedient children—breaks out with black eyes, or broken jaws—with broken neck, with caved-in head—McGill Daily. Doctors, who have the tendency of all professional men to contradict themselves, have recently come, forward with the contention that kissing is less painful than shaking. Certainly there seems to be nothing unhealthy about kissing, unless the recipient turns out to be someone else's woman. Handshaking is undoubtedly bad. There are slimy hands that send a chronic abuse to those who are hardy with bands of chewing gum in the palm, and chewing gum is definitely contagious. And the philistine who pumped the white, useless hand of a society matron with friendly vigor became infected with technical men call 'ostracium.' $1,887 Found in Clothes Kiss and Don't Kill Anderson, Ind.-(UP)-A total of $1,887 was found in two suits belonging to Charles Penniste, a bachelor, and plasterer by trade, who died here recently. Relatives made the find while inspecting his clothing. in his middle 30's said. We were misled by propaganda into believing we were fighting to make the world safe. Millions died but the world is less safe now than ever. All we did was make war against a dictator, millionaires in the United States." The basic fundamental of his plan provides for a practical set of rules for international commerce and the adoption of a simple universal language. Nations would voluntarily join the world court on a vote of their people to decide how such an application could be called on petition of 10 per cent of the voters of a nation. Congressman Arthur H. Free, of San Jose, and G. P. Adams, professor of philosophy at the University of California took the initiative in recommending Korneltz's plan to the Nobel committee at Oslo, Norway. (Note: In accordance with past custom, the Kansan has gone among and amidst the student body to find evidence of their examination time. Among other curious phenomena discovered were students lying under the trees of Marvin grove laughing as if their hearts would break, librarians clinging to the hot water of the room, squeezed entirely from the reserve room, and typewriters fleeing the Hill in terror; besides a quantity of writings in a peculiar, almost demonically scrawled manuscript, transcribed below) of which is undertaken below). The Campus Muse The moon is a hunk of cheese Likewise the stars, Likewise the sun, Likewise the firmament, Likewise the celestial bodies, Considerably likewise the milky way Likewise this. Fort Worth, Texas — (UP) — Fort Worth's favorite vegetable is the potato, the United States department of agriculture carloads were consumed here. Apples crowded the potato lead during the Christmas season with only one ear In the rain, In pain, Sane? Lqin, Insane, In the rain? Sons Were Pallbearers The radish is a veg'table, It knows not what it does. It cannot kiss its girl goodnight, And why not? Just because. "Why should the spirit of mortal be proud— When finals are just around the corner? Oh, the hearty enjoyment, and chuckling good-i-lumor. With which props pass out the dance. I can't help. Simply imply me! Data that might be gathered on the day following the last final examination would undeniably prove that most students underwent a typical examination by a last minute effort. Peabody, Mass.-(UP)-Eight sons were bearers at the funeral of Mrs. Mary Walsh. The most beneficial system for study, according to authorities who have delved into the intricacies of the subject, is as follows: Refuse to Re-fuse! Idescent incandescent, Why don't I descent on my door? Why don't I use a fuse quick burn out? So I can get some rest! 2. Obtain a good night's sleep before each examination. 4. Although optional, it is wise not to eat heavily preceding test.-Los Angeles Junior Collegian. Potato Is Favorite Vegetable 1. Map out a program giving each course the necessary time allotment. 2. Review each subject in a manner to as get the general idea around which details can be woven. ON HOW TO STUDY SYNOPSIS Copyright by Octavus Rey Cohan. CHAPTER 1—Antoinette Peyton, the 57-year-old Marland, resumesPatient Thayer's attention to which, sewn up, she wears enduring a blister recruitment, the enduring a blister recruitment, the noun, another student, long Thayer's daily with him. Thayer and Vernon a daily with him. Thayer and Vernon CHAPTER II She stood framed in the doorway an exquisite little figure, her big, black eyes shining into his, an anger smile on her sensitive lips. He gazed his idolarity for the full period of time it took the mothower child of the old king to the crib of the mothowering to tell twelve. Noon of Monday of May day! Larry Lowe, Bachelor of Arts, Marland—1928, and candidate for a Master's degree, sat at his desk in Academic half faculty room. The day came when the drone of a campus gone lazy, and Lary leaned back in his chair, half closed his eyes, and gave himself over to the formality—but delicious—thoughts. For five years his life had been lived on the Marland campus: Until the preceding June there had been showcased upon him all the calcium products he had taken, and standing student can receive in a small, intimate and prideful college. He was not a large man. At no time had Larry ever weighed more than a hundred and sixty-five. He was not athletic, but he well formed, but rather inclined to slenderness; never suspecting the powerful masculine development he near his loose-fitting clothes; nor the need for sturdy shoes; nor the need with a keen and bristle brain. And even as Larry thought of her, the door opened and Tony Peyton entered the room abruptly. 一 One more month and he'd have his Master's degree. One more month and he'd be officially severed. Today of all days it came to Larry Welter most pongantian. Nor was he handsome in a classical sense. Like his sister, Ivy, he was intensely blond—nurse Norse in type 1. His eyes were bright blue, and he eyes the blue of a spring sky. Every person in college was Larry's friend, or wanted to be. The freshman who took English from him this year adored him. Frankly, he considered himself an odd man of the street, was delighted that his friendmen liked him so well that they studied reasonably hard and did not confront him with the horror of flicking anyone. There wasn't a boy or girl of them who liked him. We took work his head off for Foeel Wassl The future . . . , the prospect was delightfully linked with visions of a home and a girl . . . , a girl slim and straight and vividly beautiful, a girl whom he had known for three murmurous years and who she sent the envy when she made him reason that she had won the victory of the great Larry Welch. He was twenty-three years of age. In the city of Birmingham a good job awaited him; a job offering him enough salary to live well, save a treffle—and meet the future; the teacher who drew Larry most arduously desired to do. "I Wish I Loved You Less, Tony." But Commencement marked the end. Today that idea struck Larry more forcibly than ever before. While the weather was blight and damp, Connor had been out playing that summer had burst suddenly upon the campus, it seemed that the end woken up him. He almost regretged his retusal of an offer from the president that would carry with it the position of assistant football coach and associate professor. "Let he know he dared not let assignment away him." W.N.U.SERVICE It was the girl who broke the spell. She closed the door leading into the corridor and advanced toward his bedroom, filling enticingly as he so eager to greet her. "Bellieve it or not," he challenged: "I was just thinking of you, Tony." She dashed at the declaration in his eyes. She put both her hands in his and he pressed them tightly. "I wish I loved you less, Tony." "Who?" "I'd klas you." For an instant the regalish smile which he所 loved played on his lips. But it was gone almost as soon as he had fallen. He grew up to his wary very serious. "Have you a class this hour, Larry?" "No." "Where can we talk?" "Here. Nobody's likely to bother us—in a classroom on such a day as this, we don't want them turned her head this way and that, regarding her quizzically." "Why?" She shook her head and sent herself on one of the benches. "Sit next to me, Larry. I want to have you close when I talk—without the necessity of looking straight at you." "Sweet suffering tomatoes! I never had that one pulled before." "Oh, shush! Tony—this is no day for melancholy. Forget what's eating you and let's throw it out tomorrow. What say? Let grow my berry and like water, and let's just get well. A healthy person has the right to stay indoors on this sort of a day." "I'm serious—I mean I want to talk seriously." She pressed his hand. "Trying to snap out of it, aren't you Larry? Good scout! But it's no go. We're in for a talk-" He settled himself beside her. "Fire when ready. But there's nothing in the world to justify such seriousness." "Winter?" this job they've entered me here. "It isn't, Larry. It isn't about you at all." "Convince me. If it's anything about this, let's then offer you money." "No a. . . " He glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes and felt a promotion of trouble. This was no surprise to him, but as he had a laugh on her lips; was ready with quick repartee . . . seemed to look upon life with a smile. But now the cameo face was set in lines which he couldn't understand, the impression that she was older than himself—a thing manifestly absurd. There was trouble reflected in these nine fine eyes. . . Her first words, which can hesitatingly, bore out his he fell in with her mood. "All right, Tony. Let's have it. You know dog-gone well if there's anything I can do—" "I know. That's why I came to you. At any rate, it's one of the reasons." "And the other?" "Because . . . " She hesitated, then took the plunge bravely. "Well, it's about Iv." He straightened. "My sister?" She nodded, and something in her manner caused a look of worry to me. "Did you want the depth quite fathomed the depth of affection which existed between Larry Welch and Mr. Brown?" Tony turned in her seat until she faced Larry directly. "You know you enm. As a matter of fact, I've never known you to do anything else. You've got me a trifle score." tread Larry directly. "I can talk straight, can't I?" "Yes . . . and . . . no," that is, Is Larry, nothing at all —but she may be, unconscious, something you don't want to touch. You'll most likely hear from me about it . . . and I thought I'd better "I want to," she said simply. "Here's in trouble." For the moment his thoughts were all of the kid sister whom he adored. "How do you like Pat Thayer?" He hesitated, and shook its head. Whats a wrong, Tony? She must his eyes lovely. She just his eyes every. "How do you like Iat Thayer?" "Not particularly," he admitted. "He isn't the sort of man you'd pick for Ivy, is he? "No o. Not if I were doing the pick line." "Well—Ivy is In love with him!" "With Pot Thayer?" "Yes. And she thinks she is engaged to him." He took Tong's arm and leaned close, "Is that what has been worrying you, Tony? Is that what you came here to see me about?" And quite suddenly he threw back his head and laughed. He laughed softly, but with tremendous relief. "Gosh! What a goose you are! Ivy's nobody's fool. She can take care of herself." Tony bit her lip. She spoke in a hard little voice. "You refuse to worry about it, Larry?" "Sure, I do. Even my slater has got to cut her eyetooth some time, and so—" The color drained from the girl's cheeks. "I'm afraid, then," she said in a hard little voice, "that I've got to talk you more than I intended." She hesitated, but only for a second. Then, without looking at her companion, she told of the scene in the flower—of Pat Thayer and Ivy Welch, of her intrusion and of the bitch that sent him into distress, then tened attentively, reserving comment. He was more concerned about Tony than about his sister. "You're worried about Ivy?" he asked when she had finished. "Because Pat Thayer doesn't seem to be the right sort of fellow?" He shook his head and a slow, toker grant smile played about his lips. Larry frowned. "You mean the Max Vernon thing?" "How has he been living since he came to Mariand?" she questioned abruptly. "I am afraid you're not fair to Thayer," he said. "We understand, of course, that ugly rumors followed him from her to the rest of us, substantiated. Now listen, Tony: I'm going to be honest with you. I think you've gone off the deep end. We're friends and tey is my slater. You forget that she's a kid, like any angel, but she's also other fresh experiences. Perhaps it's better that she picked a man like Pat Thayer for her first love affair. I reckon every girl has to go through that once—an infatuation for a man older than herself. I'll adamantly reject anyone who knows anything against him, and — "Exactly, it's common knowledge Larry, that Thayer has blazed Vernon of every coin he had. They've played the game over and over, but he has lost. Have you watched that kit in the past few months? Up to him fail you never saw him that he wasn't grinding. But now . . . he's older than you. Every one knows that he's broke." "Trumming!" Stealing his money you mean, of course, we don't know what he is going to do or sure. And now he's gone out after him. He seems to take a perverse delight in making Vernon miserable. In making Vernon money, Max is easy about ity. "isn't that Vernon's lookout?" But you're accepting rumor as fact. We don't know that Fat has been trimming Vernon." "Sure he is. And he's a nice kid. But I’ve got no right to tell my sister whom she shall run with. She’s got some money. She’s a darn good friend. I’m fond of her and I think she likes me pretty well. But she wouldn’t stand for it a minute if I chased after her telling her what happened —" He faced her once again and took one of her hands in his: "Something has run off with your mommy You’ve magnified nothing into something wrong. I don’t hold any brief for Thayer, but I do say that until we know something we have no right to butt into his relationships with any girl. I let’s forget it, Tony." She rose and walked to the window. Her figure was outlined in the brilliant sunlight and Larry Welch stared at her curiously. Here was a girl he didn't know at all, a girl gripped by a detachment which he could not understand. Tony looked out across the campus. It was all so peaceful and quiet; the stage was so rungfigurely yet set unstretched or grimness. And yet, Oh! Larry was right not to understand. He was a generous person who had the faculty of looking at things and knew how to react, and he knew that he didn't like Thayer. It was equally certain that Larry could not be incited to action by mere conjecture or rumor. Tony Peleton left Larry's house on Monday night. Larry she stood before him, slim and determined, and something in her manner caused him to rise from his seat. He waited for her to speak, his manner changed when she did, her starred him. "Larry," she said in a voice little above a whisper, "you've often told me that you love me. Do you?" His face flamed and, Impulatively his arms went out toward her . . . then dropped again. "I love you, Tony." I have you, Tonny. She looked up at him. There was no size of color in her cheeks. He laughed shakily. "I'm only thinking of one thing . . . what you just told me." "I will tell you something I have never said before. Larry, I love you," he replied. He stepped close to her. "don't touch me—sincere! Not now. I'm not finn- der but that you're somewhat disсcussed with me." "But you do love me, or that you haven't known it. I wonder that you haven't seen it in every look and word that has passed between us. You have, "I have hoped," he said humbly, "but when one cries for a girl as I do for you, dear. I--it because you-do dear. Tony, that you've wor- "Yes. And it's more than that." She made a helpless little gesture. "You see, Larry—had hoped to get you to put a stop to the affair without forcing me to say what I have to tell something I didn't want to tell you." A wristful little smile played fully about her lips. "Don't you tell me a thing you don't want. Tony." "This time I have to. Perhaps I'm glad. . . . I guess I've sounded rather ridiculous and caity. I should not woo- "I'm thinking for that, too. Larry. I haven't thought about anything else for a long, long time." She stopped thinking. Her hands were tightly clasped. Then she stepped very close and looked levelly into his eyes. "I've never dared wonder that far, Tong. I've been too bumy wondering—and and wondering—about whether you cured." "You've known for a long time that I loved you, Larry. I know I've never said it in so many words, but you've known it just the same. Have you ever wondered, dear, why—you loved you would never consent to marry you?" An expression of utter bewilderment crossed Larry's face. He understood the girl's words without being able immediately to grasp their significance. "I do care, You know it now. And yet, saying that—I tell you in the same breath that I can't marry you. Now do you wonder why?" "Larry," she said steadily, "the reason I cannot marry you is because Pat Thatcher is my husband!" a understood ing able limb. to grasp the wall. And then he understood more pol- ganly than ever before just how much he could feel the level eyed grit. His eyes sighted us through the exchange a message of frank and unshamed love. Then it seemed that a sinister shadow came between him and her. "Yes," he answered quietly, "I do." For a long time she did not speak. She felt like a woman about to plunge from a great height. Then she told him with a rush of sheer which hurt her, which required sheer physical courage. "Larry." She Said Steady, "the Roan I cannot Marry Me is Because Pat Thayer Is My Husband!" woman in a like situation, but starkly tragic to persons as young and filled with the passion of life as these two. Pat Thayer's wife! She belonged to Thayer. She was married to the man about whose commanding and exotic and highly unpleasant personality there existed anatomy rumors. Tony looked at him compassionately, She suffered because she had hurt him, yet she felt a sense of infinite relief that she had elected to share with her friends. She heard he move slowly from slide to slide as though he were struggling to understand what it meant; sriving to peer into the future and reconstruct his dreams. The girl took his hand in them. The girls and graced straight into his eyes. LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY Eye Glasses Exclusively 1025 Mass. 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