PAGE TWO UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 4. 1531 University Daily Kansan OFFICIAL Student Paper of THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS LAWRENCE, KANSAS EDITOR-IN-CHEEP ___ PAUL FISHER Frank McClelland Sara Thompson MANAGING EDITOR Milday Cooper Makeup Editor Gordon Martin Midfair Curry Sydney Editor Kristine Durrant Night Editor Lorenzo Lewis Tilgham Editors Keith Carol Trilggham Editors Lily Carol Library Editors Mary Ravenon Alena Editors Mary E. Hankin Markus Meyer Kansan Board Members ADVERTISING MOR. . . . . Nathan Board Members Frick McKenzie, Wendy Nichols Robert Perez, Warren Williams Mary Birstrom Iris Pirkmankunas Cai Cooper Zikk Merma Teresa Schoenfeller Telephones Business Office K. U. 46 News Room K. U. 25 Night Connection 2701KS Published in the afternoon, five three-volume articles by the marching, by students in the Department of Journalism and a staff member from Kansas, from the Press of the Department. Subscription price, $1.00 per year, payable by mail. Entered as second-class mail matter System. Entitled "A New York University Journal." Kansas, under the act of March 3, 1879. WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1931 COMPLIMENTS TO THE CROWD The excellent behavior of last night, crowd at the Oklahoma Agile-University of Kansas game deserves praise. The contest was nerve wracking, and the play itself, while erratic, moved so swiftly and was so savaged fought that many decisions hung on the border-line where the official might have awarded the verdict either way. The Agies were accorded all respect from the spectators. Once some deep voice believed a "hello" at George Rody, former Kansas player and present coach at the Stillwater school, and it was like some warm, ambiable hand, greeting the visitors from the whole crowd. It is spirit such as displayed last night that lends a sharp delimitation to the good reputation of a university and its people. "Astor Fishes With A Boast"—Headline in Kansas City Star. If that is good bait, we know several people who will never have to dig angle-worms. LADIES AND THEIR COSMETICS The Volstedanist (on is it the Carrier Nation?) mood descends on even the most tolerant of men occasionally, and it is then that they foster strange measures that bar citizens from jawmaking, Indians in Frontene from selling whiskey, and fiction writers from telling the whole truth about Life. Right now a lot of tolerant men are frowning on cosmetics, and if the movement picks up enough momentum the United States may soon instigate another prohibitory measure and call it the 20th amendment—and women will feel its scourge. The condition is indeed alarming Miss Jennifer Eaton, a young lady who writes for Harper's and is allowed to be as dispassionate as Mr. Moewer's Wickersham, has compiled statistics that prove American women use more than 2 billion dollars worth of cosmetics every year. Unlike Wickersham, Miss Eaton was not beset by other members of her commission, and her report has more unity and much less garrality. Not satisfied with the appalling destruction of her first estimate, she goes on to say that our womanhood is going farther in their pursuit of beauty. A conservative cosmetic therapist told me hardly could serve for cosmetics every year. Since girls come into their cosmetic womanhood at about the age of seven, and cease applying beautifiers only after death has claimed them, this editorial department estimates that the total cost would then be approximately 15 billion dollars. Beauty is a fine thing. It believed Mr. Keats to say at one time that "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." Whether you believe that or not, Miss Eaton's statistics give a definite indication that American ladies are in pursuit of liveliness, believing perhaps that joy will come once you get the party of the first part. Canny fellows who sell powder, lipstick, cold cream, permanent wax, and mascara (there are a lot of other technical names, but those exhaust the writer's vocabulary on the subject) have employed all the arts and sciences to help put their products across. Inventors, architects, decorators, and writers do their daily stint, and many of the world's leading surgeons are devoting their practices solely to lifting chins, rehaping eyebrows, and spiring away curves that are bovine rather than gilish. Those are some of the reasons why Mia Eaton's statements strike one as being thoroughly alarming. It will be a staff haul on the husband and the father, who still, somehow, manage to pay for luxuries as well as necessities. Women, as rumor has it, once were more servile, and only came into the present state of superiority by wheedling the voters into passing the prohibition and suffrage amendments. Now it is man's turn. Perhaps ladies will be asked to sign the Cosmetic Pledge. Or perhaps disturbed pictures will stand out from placards, showing women in a stifled condition, despite their beaded faces, with the caption beneath, "The Curse of Cosmetics." Television let deef Dr. Thomas F. Fox talk to his son more than a mile away by means of the finger alphabet. This is not a suggestion for students with a flair at cribbing. NO EXPLANATIONS ON THE WEATHER To explain the weather and to dissect its causes is to belochar good sense and fortune. The day is February 4th and outside the sun is amiable and months ahead of itself. Dun-colored grass exists, it isiese, and trees are gaunt and naked of foliage, but their twigs have a soft brown quality that admits that greenery is imminent and that florification stirs just beneath the bark. Where the shadows of buildings impinge on the sunlight, the sod is dark and spring-like, as if it meant to counteract the wintry bleness of its family now being bathed in honest shafts from the sun. Those things are enough without fittle hypotheses on solar spots or the steady blowing of a westerly wind whose benevolence is temporal. Almost all tangible life is fluttering and branded with good nature. Birds are not rauc; they bank from Freer window ledges over the cornees on Green Hall, chuckling at each other, and alight to contemplate the goodness of the day. Men stroll along the walk; their backs unimpaired by overrears, their feet stroking the earth with allowable substantial stride that linger pleasantly on the breast of the ground. It is good to be able. A branch extending from a tree bends its upper tips in the slight wind, and finishing its yawn it nocks complacently and relaxes once more to study its shadow, interlaced with that from other branches, patterned on the sod. Two girls click by their heels beating staccato measures in the clear air. For some reason they are saying nothing. They walk, and that is all, perhaps because the warmth of the day is com- Over across the valley, to tell the truth, there is more brown than green, but again the brown intimates an apocalypse will efface its more somber shade into a summer sun. The whole panorama offers promises. There is a casual languish in the mist over across the ridge; it billows a bit; but what it has a purpose, for it dissolves the elicited clarity that sun gives to objects and mets them into a tranquil atmosphere. A horn has not toed within an hour. The sun has cordially granted a few philanthropic shadows. Today is February 4th. Obviously it would be a mistake to explain the weather and to dissect its causes. Such a thing would be to belabor good sense and fortune. General Butler is evidently determined not to let his actions speak louder than his words. Booth Tarkington, after 14 years of intermittent blindness, has again regained his eyesight, and his physician believe that he will be troubled no more by the cataracts that impaired his vision. A RETURN TO LIGHT Probably more than any other living American novelist, Tarkington has evoked laughter and pleasurable reminiscences in his writings. "Penrod" and "Seventeen" are filled with youth and sunlight and the humor of young people living. Tarkington was rarely either poignant or drabb; his canvas had a brighter tint and a gayer smile than most Americans were capable of portraying. He gave us other stuff that dealt with more mature people, but the spontaneity and wholeness of Penrod and Herman and Vernon reflected so warmly that American readers almost demanded that he stay with humor. Tarkington's has been a long, courageous fight with darkness. For a man as he was, sensitive to the away and angles of an itinerant alley horse, or to the preoccupied air of a nine-year old boy who marched grandly as if he were Mussolini or a Grand Potentate, the return of his vision is as deep a satisfaction to his American admiress as it is to himself. ANOTHER EVIDENCE OF MODERNITY One of the topics that has receive considerable attention and analysis here of late is depression. Undoubtedly you know that. Almost every thinker has regarded it, and inevitably discovered that there were certain reasons why the fiscal year is so alarming. Indeed justice to the farmer, poor exporting, leftdown from war, need of another war, all these, and thousands of others have been offered as evidences to show why the depression came about. Most of them had to do with industry, finance, and economies in general. And then yesterday a correspondent to the Saturday Review offered his solution. "But the fundamental problem that confronts the world today is not an economic problem, but a religious or spiritual problem. The heart of the world's trouble today is decadence of religion and churches, preaching and teaching of false doctrines, general iniquity, and lack of leaders—just, who is preparing men able to apply infallible remedies to all tills that afflict mankind." His argument is wholly new in present day circles. A century age, or before, that would have been the first argument offered. But the world had almost forgotten, apparently, that life and religion are merged hecticly, and that when the latter failed and decayed, the former suffered. At least that is the reasoning behind the thought emanated by the Saturday Review's Correspondent. At the Play Sara W. Thompson Dark treacherous mounts; black taffeta tailts; sewing machines; suffering inference; prison cells; bags of Texas gold; riding crops, yellow curls of "Berta," the Sewing Machine Girl. As soon as the curtain with its "Fish Fresh from the Raging Kaw" advertisement came, wearing even to begin to move—even the scecery did Unjunt accusations, lost daughters, betrayed love, overheard conversations, began to move—even the scecury did not unjunt thirteen were missing. When Lawrence was still a hamlet and Frud a mere boy, people lived in Bancine (Una Ort) defended the "poor working girl" Bertha had a remarkably precise vocabulary for one patient. She could endure almost any uncomplaining. when the other sewing machine girl, Lilian the stolen money into Bertha's pocket, her stingy old employer, Caleb Caron (Phi Billhouroy)—he really ought to be a secretary, but she stole the money in his horrified hirning Miss Pinch (Betty Dykstra) who went about clippet-clop, believed all they were good. Hamilton (Allen Crown) didn't comprehend the wicked schemes of the two vile villains—Joe Carson, silly but dangerous David Carter (Created Crites). And Bertha old father (Albert Kerr) had a haunting justification of the half of it, because the judge (Bob Hail) corrupted condemned the lovely Bertha—he must have been a Tammany man, the wretch Mr. Carson, with the parts) reformed under feminine influence and to Paris from Texas with his fortune and his fortune. KENNEDY Plumbing Co. 937 Mass. St. Phone 658 OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN Vol. XVIII Feb. 4, 1921 No. 98 General Electric Refrigerators BOOK EXCHANGE: The W.S.G.A. book exchange will be open for buying and selling used books from Thursday, Feb. 5, until Thursday, Feb. 12, inclusive, in room 5, sub-buse-warehouse 3, and in room 4, at 9am. VADA MANNING, Manager. COSMOPOLITAN CLUB: Cosmopolitan club will meet at 7:15 p.m. Thursday, Feb. 5, for appointment of committees and other important business. JOHN W. SHWELL, President. sister (Mary Matthews) in time to save the put-up-but Bertha from destruction. There's even more to her story, but we refrain from further disclosure. Jean Knox, played little Joe, the newboy; George Spevlin and Clinton Young, the police officers; Frank Spike and George Bent were be-wurried as was the engineer of the train which... no, we won't give any more away. The general verdict of the audience last night was that "Bertha" was an artistic production and that it was very funny. Ms. Mickey graduated from her liked. Mrs. Alice McCreery's entire act solo, "My Mother Was a Lady," in appropriate costume, received special commendation, as did creature Crafton's becoming blond wig. Nobody needs to go to the movies while "Bortha" is on. Note Books Note Papers Slide Rules Fountain Pens Drawing Sets Our Special Large canvas, threering notebooks $1.00 with paper and dividers free. Our drugs and drug sundries cut to local chain store prices Call us, we deliver — Phone 521 COE'S DRUG STORE 14th Mass. 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