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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN. LAWRENCE. KANSAG
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 25, 1933
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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 25, 1933
KANSAS LEADS AGAIN
First place in the conference title race was the award of the Jayhawk's victory over Iowa State at Ames last night. Although this game marks only the half-way point in the basketball' season for Kansas and the Big Six title for this year does not by any means rest securely between the Jayhawk's claws, yet the lead position is an enviable one and indicates the sterling ability of the Kansas cagers.
Coming out of pre-season competition with five victories and two defeats, the Jayhawkers swung into conference play with a victory over Kansas State. Nebraska next came to Mt. Oread and went home with the short end of the score. For the next game Kansas journeyed down to Norman, where the Sooners cledd out a 25-23 victory. But in the next contest Missouri bowed to the Jayhawkers, and now the Cyclones have acknowledged the prowess of the Kansas basketets.
All loyal Jayhawks should be proud of their conference-leading team, whose motto must be "Every day, in every way, we're getting better and better."
Everyone is elated over the defeat of the Lame Ducks by the American Eagle.
THE SEASONS OF THE YEAR
Another beautiful day . . . which reminds us that we overheard a couple of students saying that this season, between winter and spring was one of the nicest times of the year. That's an old, old one—this question of which season the year is the most beautiful—but it is seemingly still an unanswerable one. The chances are that these same students, when spring comes and the trees are covered with blossoms, will think that it is the most beautiful of the seasons. And when summer comes, and the trees are covered with heavy foliage and the birds sing among the branches, they will think that summer is the most beautiful. When autumn loads the trees with colorful fruit and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost, they will again aesthetically declare that autumn is the most beautiful. And again, when winter comes, and there is neither foliar nor fruit, but the stars can be shining down through the leafless trees more clearly, and the earth is covered with a soft fluff of snow, they will think that winter is the most beautiful of the seasons.
It's just another of those unanswerable questions!
NOT A MERE WHIM
"But here's the queer thing," said Mrs. Carrie Chauman Catt in discussing recently the masculine reaction to the nation wide peace movement in which she is a leader. "The men will join if they can drop the word 'peace' and substitute instead the phrase 'for the prevention of war'" Whereupon, it is said, she smiled at the whims of the human mind.
One wonders why Mrs. Catt sees anything singular in the sentiment thus commonly expressed by the American man, and hopes
OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXX Wednesday, 25.1932 No. 94
Notice due at Chancellor's Office at 11 a.m. on regular afternoon publication days and 11:00 a.m. on Saturday for Sunday issues.
COLLEGE STUDENTS:
All College students are asked to see their advisers on Wednesday and Thursday, Jan. 25-26, for counsel regarding their next semester's program. The office hours of the freshman-sophomore advisers are posted on the bulletin board at the College office, 121 Administration building. The office hours of the junior advisers are posted on the departmental bulletin boards. Every student is urged to take advantage of this opportunity for a personal conference. PAUL B. LAWSON, Associate Dean.
QUACK CLUB:
There will be no meeting tonight on account of finals.
TRANSFERS:
Any student expecting to transfer from one school of the University to another should leave an order for such transfer at the Registrar's office before taking the entrance exam.
MARGARET WALKER
too that in the future she may be persuaded to recatalogue those peculiarities of thought which she now includes among human vagaries.
"Peace," denoting quietness, tranquility and calm, is certainly not the logical reaction of the person who only a few years ago stood as a veritable target before the barbaric inventions of science. To the ex-soldiers who so lately experienced the tortures of war, "peace" means the stamping out of the possibilities for recurrence of those wholesale slaughters in which they, by virtue of their sex, are required to participate.
Diogenes with his lantern searching for an honest man had nothing on the modern lawyer with his brief case searching for a prospective client.
HABIT
It has been said that if an idiot were to tell you the same story every day for a year, you would end by believing him, the theory being that habit is the deepest law of human nature. However, there are habits, not only lying, swearing, and drinking, but of every modification of action, speech, and thought. At all times we are following the influence which will present shape our destiny. We are choosing our habits, our associates, our traits and our homes. In a word, man is a bundle of habits, and there is not a quality or function, either of body or mind, which does not feel the influence of this great law of animated nature.
We must always think: would a consistent train of my usual thoughts be either worthy of me or useful to me? Would a consistent reign of my present spirit and desires please or satisfy me? Would an eternal course of my habitual conduct bring happiness or even bear reflection?
Form your habits carefully.
They are soon assumed, but when you try to strip them off, it is like being flayed alive.
BEGIN AGAIN, ECONOMISTS
A recent survey of school finance disclosed the fact that in some parts of the United States schools are distinctly inferior and that in certain areas they are ceasing to exist altogether. According to Professor Paul Mort who supervised the gathering of the data, "the present breakdown of traditional methods of financing public schools is depriving approximately nine and one-half million America children of essential schooling and threatening the welfare of millions of others."
Viewing the state of affairs in which modern civilization finds itself today, it seems nothing short of folly for economists to make the public schools the butt of their scheming. Such measures smack of decided short sightedness, particularly when one considers the direct relationship between community welfare and youth.
The morale of a society overrun with scores of thousands of children who have nothing to do but vander about the country is of necessity much lower than one in which the youth are adequately provided for. We as a nation cannot afford to sacrifice the moral well-being of our younger generation for a lot of inadequately worked out economy schemes.
The report of the citizens conference on education at Chicago hit the nail pretty squarely on the head when it urged "during the depression the government give priority to education, recommending as major wastes to be eliminated those incurred through interference by politicians, political corruption and political pointments."
The campus pessimist has prepared himself for the outcome. The two folders on his desk are respectively a schedule of the next semester's courses from the office of the dean, and a schedule of the next day's departures from the office of the Santa Fe.
Tropical Kansas Possible
Seattle, Wash., Jan. 25 — (Special!)
If you would like to shoot a rhinoceros,
pick a coconut or two, or bask in the
shade of a palm tree, an article in
the University Washington Daily invites
you to—in the next few thousand years.
University Scientists Declare Warmer Climate Is Moving This Way
"We are living in an interglacial epic, a period between glaciers." University scientists declare, "and we live in a cold world. The cycles from ice to tropical warmth."
Scottish and the whole Pacific Northwest will gradually grow warmer, say researchers, until palms and coconuts are growing on the shores of Lake Washington, and rhinoceros and camels are living there at the University of Washington campus.
Then the polar ice caps start their low, in湿熟 advance, and Seattle will be wrapped in snow 12 months out f the year as the temperature drops.
Colder and colder the climate will grow as the ice advances until finally a sheet thousands of feet thick will cover the ground. The University, deserted centuries ago, will be ground beneath the advancing ice.'
Present University students will not need snow shoes or furloug, because, however it be that 25,000 to 50,000 before that period, scientists pay.
SAYS PREDICTIONS ARE RISKY
W H. Schowe, associate professor of geology, was approached concerning his obsession on the article as printed in the University of Washington paper. In so far as no reasons were given by the paper for these scientific beliefs, he suggested that he could not given he could not say definitely whether it was possible or probable.
Washington. Jan. 25- (UP)—Either smoking is on the decline or it's becoming more popular to roll your own. The bureau of internal revenue reports that consumption of ready made cigarettes last year decreased 9,863,150-791 as compared with that of the previous year.
If such a glacial period should occur the University of Kansas would be quite a cold place, he said. It is noose that the glacier might extend this far south, but during the last glacial epoch only one of the four glacial layers extended into Kansas. Schoewe said.
Three Smokes a Day
Per Man, Woman, Child
Is 19:32 U. S. Average
Schoewe Avers Man's Observation Period Too Short for Such Statements
"Scientists are playing perfectly safe as none of us will be here to verify their conclusions." he added.
The year's total consumption was set at 103,555,888,866, equivalent to almost 1,000 cigarettes for every man, woman, and child in the country.
He said that he was of the opinion that the observations made by man covered such a short period that it was difficult to predict things so far in the future.
Send The Daily Kansen home.
The May Day Mystery
Octavus Roy Cohen
By
Copyright by Octavus Roy Cohen.
WNU Service.
Chapter 1 - Antoinette Peyton, senior at the southern university of Marlard, resents Peterson Thuyer's attention to her work. She has had coed, and there is a stony scene.
Paterson Thayer was an outstanding figure at Marlin university. He had entered as a junior the preceding year, and this was his final senior semester.
He was twenty-three years of age. He was well over six feet in height; with a slim, well-muscled figure. His arm was that of a man of the world.
SYNOPSIS
Apparently he had ample money, and in the classroom he experienced little difficulty. The professors felt that Pat Thayer was above the average student in worldly experience. He did not have any special his innocence, yet even those who deceived him most heartily could not fail to give him excellent grades.
He had never been a port of Marland. He bore himself with a certain aloof dignity, as though the enthusiasm of others were for those younger and less experienced than himself. He dressed immaculately and expensively, but disliked the crowded cafeteria popular with the campus youth of the day. He had been elected to Psi Tau Theta at one of the other colleges and was in charge of the lice hotel at the Psi Tau fraternity house.
Vague stories had trailed Pat to the Merland campus. Humber had it from the two northern universities where he had done freshman and sophomore work. He hadn't been able to do everything stories having to do with certain social activities which conscientious student councils told their colleges might well have
Tony knew him. She knew him more thoroughly than anyone else on the campus. She knew that he was arrogant and weak and a poser.
His campus reputation was neither savory nor downright bad. Certain of the students spoke to him as a wild hero, and in the act of being wild. The result was that he was the ruler at a court of youngsters who made humble mistakes and experienced experience. He was mature—yet it was a queer twist in the man's nature that he had little contact with his classmate. They scorned him for his kindness of mind and so he contented himself with the blind idolization of freshmen and sophomores—immature, imaginative youth. But in the friendship of this man of the world.
This affair with Ivy Welch! Toni licked Ivy Welch. She was wholesome and loved her children, only seventeen years of age, and to seventeen the first amorous palpitations of the heart are to be taken very seriously and not to be lightly in.
As Ivy herself would have expressed it, Pat Thayer had her running around in circles. She bitterly resented Tony's care how quicky Tony knew it.
"Get this, lv=?" Tony spoke rather more sharply than she intended. "I don't give a hang what put Thuyer Right now I'm thinking of you."
"I still don't see where this is any of your business."
"Then good by. There's just room in the Bower for two."
"I fancy," interrupted the man
"that she's really thinking about you
brother—Larry."
"You see, lyy," he said, "she figure that as a potential member of your family, it's up to her to protect innocent you from villains me."
Ivy smiled with genuine amusement.
"Can you hear it? she asked. 'Can you oversee it? Say, listen, Tony—c
"Pat and 1 are engaged," she announced.
"It isn't—exactly. . . ."
A light of genuine fear dawned in Tony's deep, black eyes. Her lips were without a amlq; her expression was tense. She didn't directly to Thaver, ignoring the girl.
Tony did not evade the challenge.
"Perhaps that's true. Fat."
"Yes. From Pat Thayer, at any rate."
"You heard what Ivy said."
"You know what, Tony! You give me a pain in the neck. What's it all about?"
"Have you really gone that far, Pat?"
"That's a laugh."
An incoongous sort of dignity set ted about a girls' girlish shoulders.
Ivy stumped her foot, "You've got to say something. I have a right to know."
"Pat can explain," said Tony.
"I didn't ask him. I asked you.
"I'd rather not say anything."
"What right?"
"I'm asking you."
"And what right have you to give orders?"
Tony walked very close to him. "You're got to cut it!"
you've got to cut it!"
"Who says so?"
"I have plenty of right. You know I have, Pat Tatiana. You've got to quit. I'm going to quit. I was bad enough when I thought you were carrying on with a kid. But to me, that's not right."
"Tony," broke in Ivy, and there was real distress in her voice, "I wish you tell me—"
"Oh! I could tell you plenty. This man is no good, Ivy. He's making a fool of you—"
Thayer's hand closed over Tony arm.
"Lay off!" he growled. "I've stood about all I'm going to stand."
His manner was ugly and threaten-
ing, but Tony faced them dechnely,
but he didn't. He didn't. He just
started, Put—and I warn you I'll carry
through if you don't call them off.
I will be angry.
"You haven't the nerve."
"I shall. And get this汤. Tony: You're not going to do it, don't work. Just one thing I'll warn you: Don't you start anything unless you're prepared to go through all the things."
"I'll carry it through all right. Pat, I've stood a good deal, but I'm not going to tolerate this. You've got this guy, he's supposed to know what sort of rat you are, the sooner she'll come out of her tracer," said Jill. "Once again he grasped her arm.
"Are you going to butt out of here
—and stay out?"
"That's enough!"
"Take your hand away."
She had always been fond of汤Tony; she looked up to her. But she loved Pat . . . even though I didn't like that. She loved the band, the band of his voice, or the manner in which he grabbed Tony's arm. It was a Tiffany layer that never before seen, and they always hadn't seen it.
"Not until you promise me to keep away from Jyv."
The man bent closer, until his face was on a level with Tay's. His gray eyes twinkled. He stared at the drawn dancers. Iwel Welch, completely forgotten, stared at them—not understanding what it was all about, but knowing that it was happening. There was something between Pat Tainyer and this girl; something which her immature mind knew.
And family Pat Thayer spoke, his words freed with fury.
"Up to now, Tong. I have played the game our way. So long as you loop up at the end of each turn it so. But if you want trouble, you'll have it—and plenty. That's a warm-
"Will you do what I nsk?" she in
quired stiglich.
"I'll do as I d—n well please!"
Tony Peyton shook his hand from her arm. She stepped back and surveyed the room, then pointed to a milliliter little Gureau and her eyes blazed with anger and grim determina-
"Very well," she said coldly, "that checks it right to me, that doesn't it?"
"It does," he rasped. "And if were you, I'd think twice before I started anything."
Tony turned—and was gone without another word or glance, Ivy Welch crept close to Thayer and slipped her hand in his.
"Pat," she asked tremblingly, "what did she mean? What is it all about?" For an instant the man forgot himself.
"I-H—I" he said mastily. "Forget it!" Iyre drew back. For that instant she was a little girl again, rather than the mature woman she first believed was her own. She met Pat Thayer with new and started men. Thayer, cosmopolitan, man of the world, expert in women—pulled himself together with a visible effort. The three men were all gray eyes; his lips beat their sternness and he turned his attention once again to the exquisite little creature who had been swept from her feet by a gust of wind. He smelled gently and slipped him about her yielding waist.
He was in control of his emotions now, and his light, hantering murder mourn for the victim. He is a private woman—even women so young and lacking in judgment as this child can afford.
The golden head nodded and her voice came up to him.
"What did she mean, Pat?"
She clang to him passionately. "Oh! I hated her, Pat. I thought that you and she—that is—you both—"
"Now, now, Sweetness. You're not going to mistrust your Put that soon. are you? If some fool girl thinks she's good enough, she can be her agent, and she sighed and relaxed.
"Sore," he announced.
"We-c ell—maybe."
her aggran, and she signed and relaxed.
"We—we are engaged, aren't we,
Put?"
"Of course. Sugarplum. Firmly finally and happily."
"And you're not peeved because I told Tony?"
"Wee-e-oil, we had decided that it better not be spread around the camp. But when the milk is already spilled."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
"And you won't doubt me any more?"
"No. Pat—never." But she pushed back in his enclosure and stared at up a wall of the room, where Togi, though, I've always admired him. He's so proud. He's the prettiest. . . , and they say
she's got just oogies or money."
Iyed cuddled her hand in big one. "I—I never loved a man before this, just. And I guess no man knows just how much women—especially a pretty one like Tony—who's got everything, and money you have, did, kid, and kind of—oh! You know?"
"Sure I know. But just so long as we understand each other . . ."
we understand each other, . . . "
"I do understand you, don't I, Patf?"
"Nothing less."
"And you understand me?"
"I'll say so."
"I know, Honey. Now give me one more real kiss and we'll go."
"And nothing is going to destroy our love? Oh! I hate! It's so different, I've run around with boys—kids just kids, you know. But I never thought I was in danger." She didn't even think I'd been myself always for you, if you know what I mean."
He looked down at her; his eyes not rowed to pinpoints, his body suddenly taut.
Her arms were flung about his neck, and her half open lips pressed hyaline against his. Her passionate idolatry inspired him to speak so much that appealed to his ego rather than to his heart. Secretly he was merely amused. It was fun to win the worship of such a pretty girl, even if she was a silly child, or to him if shortly he'd chuck her?
Maxwell Verson was not happy. His short, pudgy figure approached with a grim demeanor and care that he looked very dignified. He had a round little body and a round, good-natured face. From those who knew him well, he had a quick smile for everybody and no an enemy in the world. More than that, he was supposed to be the hero of this story.
They pushed inside the screen of vines which guarded the entrance to the pool. Students trotted through the glade. Students sprawled under the trees. The spell of the season was upon the college. It was a sandy beach with a mantle reflection. The strolled toward the Main building, skirting the Bowl, and the tennis court someone joined them.
Most of the students lingered at Max—but they liked him just the same. They cried them a book—but a song, and a smile on his lips, and a smile. Innocuous, light-hearted, living only in the present and totally unworried about the morrow. Max Vernon was as pathetic as any man as旺 Pat Thewas was in his life.
Between the two there existed a friendship which no one even tried to understand. Max Idealized Thayer's personality, and by doing so merely seemed to entrench himself more firmly in Max's affections. Now was that he had taken a chance at campus was overflowing with those who genuinely liked the sunny lad—and with those who pretended to like him because the strings of his jeans were too tight to be popular and he paid for his popularity. He was weak . . . it was generally understood that one could only approach him in the right way.
But now as he approached Pat and Ivy, there was no smile on his moon-like face. He needed to Pat and addressed Ivy Welch.
"I guess this is nice," he said sharply.
"By making a date with me and her standing me up for an hour." She turned upon him a widowed
She turned upon him a wide-eyed baby stare.
"Why, Max," She Exclaimed, "I Never Did!"
"Why, Max," she exclaimed, "I never did!"
"I say you did."
"Just now. Didn't you say you'd meet me at half past ten? Didn't you meet?"
"Did I, Max?"
"You certainly did. And I don't like to be stood up, either. I guess if you don't want to keep s date with me you needn't unkne one."
"What you getting all heated up about, Max?"
Pat Thayer's sneering voice cut into the conversation.
"Pleaty. Ivy had a date with me, and she didn't have any right standing me up."
"I'm saying it because it's true. Who do you think you are, Fat Hoy, to say when a girl shall go with me and when she shan't?"
"It wasn't her fault. I grabbed her and took her off for a walk."
"Did you?"
"Sure. She told me."
Vernon looked up qulekly, his atten tion arrested by the sneer.
"You—you're just saying that to let Ivy down easy."
"Yelh! But you didn't know she had a date with me." "Didn't I?"
"I know. . . . But, Pat! Ivy and I have been running around together, and we had a date—"
"Oh! to thunder with your dates,
if your girl prefers to walk with me,
she can do it."
She tossed her head.
He turned on her.
Pat's manner puzzled Vernon. He was accustomed to cuckato comment and was a bit irritated when an unpleasant, combative ring in Thayer's voice which routed resentment even in the breast of the glacier stout boy. Thayer was not impressed with Tony Fox; he did not know that Pat Thayer was in an ugly mood, but he did know that while he would stand at a very great deal from us, he would not tolerate the stalling of his girl.
"Are you coming with me, now,
Ivy?"
"I do"
Vernon's face flushed.
"Who says I must?"
"I do."
"Certainly not. You've acted silly and—"
"You keep out of this, Pat."
"Who says I must?"
"I'll say he has!" interjected Thayer.
"And how!"
"Well, I'll be dog-goned. You do! And who are you?"
Vernon had cut a great swath at Marlind with his invisit wardrobe, his high, big-powered car, his brilliant hair were few and not many. He were few who knew that Max had been more worried recently than he cured to admit even to himself. His hair was blonde, and he had plucked up on him. He was an orphan, and the influence which had enabled him to spend so lavishly and with such fervor that his habitude was now nearly disdained.
In all their two years or months, Thayer had never seen Max Vernon rosed to anger. He was openly contemptuous of the younger man; did not even credit him with sufficient strength of character to become really good in battle, and know that heave in he wristled Sirius in his most vulnerable spot.
Loyally, Max had never permitted himself to think where a great deal of the money had journeyed. It was hard to believe that playing cards with Pat Thayer in the privacy of Pat's room there had been a steady flow of cash from Vernon to the older man. Like a good sport, Max had never been scientifically and systematically bled by a college crook never occurred to him . . . or certainly it never had occurred until this moment when Thayer's manner betrayed to him. The fact is that which ordinarily Vernon would have been too generous to discover.
As a matter of fact, Pat Thayer had lost interest in Verton. Pat had been interested so long as Max possessed money, but Thayer knew that he was broke. Now that there was no more golden flood to be had he felt that the sooner he rid himself of Verton's friendship, the quicker he entered
"She's my girl," choked Max, "and you know it."
And so he sneered at Max before the girl with whom Max fancied himself in love. He tainted him . . . and through sheer perserverity, stole his man. Max was wild. For the first time in his life he was racked with a force, white anger.
"Little boys don't have girls."
Grounded Thayer. "You're just a child.
With less brains than most. I'm slack
and tired of you . . . and I won't
stand any more of this talk, about who
walk with and what. Get that."
"Of what?"
"Careful, Pat."
or what.
"Plenty." Vernon's poly-poly figure was trembling. "I don't want to have trouble with you."
"I'll say you don't. If you were half a man you'd get out when another guy coped your girl."
"Ask Ivy. If she'd rather trot around with you, we'll be her. Sweetly, but I'm not going to share any girl with the college post."
Mai stared at Thayer. Then he looked at ky Iwel Welch. She was bidding him a kiss. "I'll be all about it." It was all about. She didn't understand the black mood which possessed Thayer--Put, who was usually so sneezy, said he never seen Vernon angry.
"—I wish you boys wouldn't quarrel." she fainted.
"We're not quarrelling, *said Thayer*.
"I'm merely tired of Max's swiveling."
"But I thought you were friends."
Max Vernon stepped close.
"You're kind of through with me,
aren't you, Pat?"
"You've taken everything I had and now you're throwing me aside, eh?"
Past cast a startled glance at Vernon.
He had never credited Max with any such keenness of perception.
"Put it any way you like. Only for G—g's snick, quit swishing around me." "I'll quit. Pat. But I will start thinking about it." "You have it. I begin to see more and more clearly that you've been wise as h—"
Pat Trayer raised his arm threaten-
ingly, "One more word like that,
Vernon, and Tli—"
Max Vernon's eyes were half closed. He spoke in a grim whisper.
"If you lay a hand on me, Thayer," he said quietly. "I ill kill you."
For a second the tableau held. Then — not knowing why he did so—Thayer lowered his fat. He turned away.
"Come along, Ivy," he said with a laugh which somehow was not hearty,
"Let's get away from the kindergarten."
(To be Continued Tomorrow)