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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
SUNDAY, JANUARY 11. 1931
University Daily Kansan
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SUNDAY, JANUARY 11, 1931
CORDUROY IN VOGUE
In keeping with the very practical attire of the young college's wardrobe, the curdruv trouser, the buildings and grounds committee has copied the latest step in fashion for their road back on the library.
In colonial days the government appropriated huge sums of money for the construction of these corduroys vans for the postal service; it is hard to conceive that in this modern era of progress and hard times the University has been devised as an allow this strip of plowed ground to remain unplanted.
If the buildings and grounds department are so orthodox in following men's fabbions why not chop all the campus avenues, and the motor car will be as extinct on Mount Oread as the amateur Kansas athlete in the opinion of the big Six brethren.
A practice house for the home economics department has been built on "Corduroy Drive," but much of the beauty of its landscape has been lost by a hare path of cinders leading to its door sten.
Judging from front page publicity, the Star will run General Pershing's story, "My Experiences in the World War."
ARE COLLEGE STUDENTS TOO YOUNG?
Each incoming group of college freshmen seems to be younger.
Formerly the average age for college entrance was 18 or 19; but now students enter at 17, 16, and 15. In exceptional cases they are even younger than that.
The cause no doubt lies in the promotion principle of the elementary schools. This is based on the idea that if a student has a high L.Q. and is capable of a greater achievement than the average members of his class he is sent to the grade of his achievement. Consequently, he is hurried through school and is ready to enter college before he has graduated. What he wants to make of himself, or how he wants to spend his next four years.
There is too great a change from high school to college, and too many of us are hurried into it.
Just because one is intellectually intelligent, doesn't always mean that he is socially intelligent.
With the advent of television, it is a safe bet that the tired business man will not be seen so often at night clubs.
We heard of a freshman today who believes that there may be a bell; any how, the freshman said he wasn't taking any chances.
"Dream Yields Millions"—Headline My Goodness, what would a nightmare have been worth.
The new woman owner of the Tulsa baseball club plains adding a feminine touch to the team. We hope none of the players get that "gold digging habit."
- CHALKINGS -
WHIRLWIND LOVE
By J. French McGaughey
(Pen and Scroll Selection)
Lawrence, Kan.
Nov. 15, 1930.
Am I lucky? Honestly, I can't be the love good fortune that has come my way. Three months of college and at last I've met the only one. You weren't sure until she hugged her rhyli lips, deep blue velvet eyes and even perfect to the dimples. Your son hasn't done so bad this time, if you have made. Sow her at a party and finally dance. She sways you off your feet on the floor as easily as she knocks the props cut from under your heart. She hats her at ones. I know you'll approve.
Dad, this is real. I mean it. I'm with the old bug bad. I you'll probably like it better. Better she's too sweet to ever think of giving up. It isn't like those ones today here-gone tomorrow affairs I've had. Hadn't I ought to know? I was wrong.
School is OK. The Prods are prett,
lough right now with Thanksgiving,
and I am not feeling much worried
worry you. The old beam is working
twelve hours a day and there is it
night.
Say, before I forget it. I'm going to need a little more money. Seems like an extra $10. Now don't be the wrong idea—it isn't for data. I need to use Proofs and checking on your book ought to have, and my library is filling up fast. You want me to get the most out of it.
Sorry I haven't time to write more,
but I think you realize that there are lessons to preare.
Your loving son.
P. S.: Don't forget the money—I need it.
Dear Bill:
Lawrence, Kan.
Nov. 16, 1930.
Old toper, your K.U. friend has gone and done it. It Temp, kill head over beds in love again. But this time I’m still wearing it. I’ve told you that before and nothing happened. However, if you could see this Verum you’d fall too. Maybe so no hard, although they say the first thing is to look at you —pleasing personality, good looking and a peach of a mixer. All the fellows are wild about her and its taking plenty of time to get the old工 work. She don’t worry, pal. I’ll win her yet.
School here is getting terrible. If it wasn't for Dot (that's her name, napw!) it a tacha) I guess I drop out to see. I wrote for more than a month doubt if I'll get it. He's pretty wise but it doesn't hurt to try for some Jimmie crickets, a fellow has to have him. I'm nutty tonight — can't write a thing. I know you'll forgive me to stop. You make our Thanksgiving vacation program and I stick with them until I leave with my dreams.
Your pal.
Nov. 18, 1930
Dear Dot
My first letter to you and I hope the it won't be the last. How I have missed you the last few days. There just seems to be no justice in this material world. Green I'll have to wait until they dare to suspect before dare to suggest anything.
How are you, sweet? Your little lady just was about mored away. I think you're in a hospital to quiet my nerves. Just can't believe you are ill. How could such a calamity befail such a girl? I am not appreciative of Germs, I am, are not appreciative of whom they visit or maybe they are sick. I don't know with you—not to make you sick or feel bad—just so I can say I had the pretentious, dearest one in all the world for
Honestly, though, you aren't missing a whole lot. The professors seem to be quite interested in quizzes right and left. Don't worry about it, dear, your own little Wally will look after the details, and when you're done with it, you'll resume of the whole work written out, although you probably will not be able to handle my scrawl. However, be it as it may
Wish you were with me tonight. Had a pipe dream a little while ago, and a ride to the pool course, you and I were sitting on top and directing the show—and who, may I ask, would be better qualified to fulfil that dream? And those toys that you'll even see me. It will only be a short time until I know you love me. Believe me, I speak from experience. Please don't get me wrong about it; it's not just referring to what my own folks think about the matter. Dad says I can make anyone love me—even a girl. I didn't fall in love all settled down in a nice comfortable home something like the song "Sleepy Valley" refers to. You were waiting for me at the dinner on the table. Surely was a cozy scene. I could picture everything so clearly it seemed real. Imagine that you had all the little tots in the group. They made the picture complete—love—a home-you. It was enough to see you there without you off.
I have taken a great deal of liberty
in writing this to you, but I want you to begin to understand me. I'm in hot water. You're not the only blonde eyes once in a while at me? They send the best feeling shivers up my spine.
Your admirer,
Dear Wally:
Thanks a lot for your dear little note. It helped so much to pass the time. I don't think you were quite discreet in talking to me, but you have been acquitted for a short time. You are a door to offer to make all those notes for me. You can't realize how much I'll appreciate it. That was hard. I hated about going to the hospital.
November 19, 1930.
Don't smoke that pipe too often, Wally—bad dreams might come out of it. They you'd be blue. Still, if you were, I'd like to hear some more of her.
Dear Dad:
November 29,1930.
Berniemer, in my last hat that I old you of my new find? She's all her bag and more, but it doesn't seem as much as she描写她 to my too young to understand. Last week she was in the hospital and I wrote her a letter. Gosh, she likes me, but it sure did not receive her and it sure had我 worried until I received an answer from her. She likees me like me s
Dad. I know you want me to come some this vacation, and I'd like to come, but Steve has invited me to his home where we can eat. I told I would not tell you her name was Dan. Didn't I. You see what an excellent opportunity this is for me to get a couple of good licks in the old love seat. And I'm sure I can me know right way whether I can go.
Your loving son,
Wally.
November 21, 1930
Am very sorry I cannot permit you
to speed Thanksgiving vacation with
my girl. I must leave me here
he fact that you wished me to
your mother as it would break
or heart. You must consider her,
but I do not. If you were my
none else in the world, I realize that
might look like a golden opportunity
at to you, but if the girl really cares
about you, she is likely not sure
says shouldn't make any difference.
Am enclosing a check for your train
are home. There is a little extra, and
I don't want to spend too little
any力 for your new friend.
November 22, 1930.
Dear Bill:
Best of luck.
Of all the touch breaks. Meet a new girl and putget relations established but then the old man blows in with a hammer to hit his shoulder on a photo affair. Steve invited me down to his home for Thanksgiving. He lives in New York City, where he lives as if I might put the finishing touches upon a beautiful romance, something of the Ramen Nouvar style.
Suppose you are still plodding along the same waviness track this year. Goods, Bill, how can you stand it?
Okay, let's look at the girl's clock a break and see how it reels. I have all fine time during location—what sly if I飞 you up? Take a seat. Okay, she can't hold a sandal or the burning fire I'm trying to cool down now. Remember the old vulgar enquiries we used to make about well-known architects. The Architect was really on the job when he turned out this classic. Thehusin is perfect—the looks supernatural—and the eyes—Oh William! I can't
It's just little Wally broadcasting again. can't keep a good man from stealing a good man. and I'm not sure I must be connected about the matter either. you're enough to make a rotten into a prince, and I was a long way up there. But I'm ready. Darling one I can live without you. can't it surprising the way such things come over one? Why last night I was in heaven and tonight I've certainly found my life. and fast. It's simply marvelous the effect you have upon me. Seems almost human. Tell me over again that you aren't a siren and that you do love
Dot dearest:
See you Wednesday Wall.
Thanksgiving Day
Want that the grandest party in all four world we had last night? I'll never make a killing among even certains make a killing make a little blue fire flames shooting my way. Make me bone all control and I want another just half hour. Suppose just another half hour. Suppose when that was over, I'd gamble my life for a like period. And that isn't right. Why?
Sweet, I'm simply dippy. I nuts.
In other words, I'm cupcocked about you.
Can't you see it? Don't you feel it?
What would I care about school if you weren't there to make it interesting?
Not one thing! The whole world revolves around you for me and that
what would I care about school if you weren't there to forget those passionate,
burning kisses, your lips pressed so close to mine, the sparkle in your eyes,
and above all those dear sweet words,
could ever forget those passionate,
burning kisses in my ear. It is a wonder that
I'm not placed in a sanitarium, I'm so crazy about you. In even Dad noticed it.
Perhaps they will try to make up me if
there are three days such as a long tour to visit.
Maybe this will convince you, dear heart, that I really mean all I told you last night. You're not a passing fancy person. You're not beautiful. You're the big thing in my life.
Thanksgiving Dav
Your only true love.
Dearest Wally:
I'm going to forget everything and throw encoura to the winds. I love you and there doesn't seem to be any need to hide it. You're such a gift toy I love. But I don't want you. I wanted to—and I assure you I didn't even thought of wanting. Perhaps I was doing wrong. However, I can't see any harm in admitting something is wrong.
Of all the daring parties, Wally, you're the best. There is no way you can be that good. Why I care was thrilled from the three year he cared for me until I had to bellow goodnight. You're such a marvelous person and interested for a whole evening. But you've so different. You know what I'm saying. And you've with you in spite of herself.
Wally, if I thought for a moment that you had fibbed to me, I could not alight 'm. My heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would break. True Frye I my heart would be home. I'll be able to tell if you were loyal, and if you haven't been let me warm you now, an irritable woman is a veritable devil.
Your own.
Friday.
Floods cause, torrendes swept the country, earthquakes opened great features, but thus it all rode the All of which leads up to the mighty announcement that your friends in life have a litter of pigs drinking juice, unadhered, and unkinned cow's milk. Sure I hate being cooped up here at home because I'm crowding fro m丧睡 till night, and maybe I'll be with you when you wake up. Of course I won't dug your footsteps because I have a future wife to look after. This better (suppose you keep your repatriation) is to inform you that all is well and that your former invitation to visit you was not entirely wanted.
Sweet essence of clover leaves, pickled pies' feet, and all four kinds of balcony. I'm drunk. Yes, literally. I'm drunk. Yes, literally. Start pulling the hair off my head, the same as you ride the Colchick boys who imbibe a little, because I'm acting the role of a detective. "Oo gaess?" I just received your letter. Remember that first pipe dream I had. It all appears to be coming true. How is it going to end? Emptied to indulge again in that obscene habit. And how it wove the balloon across the balcony won't hurt to disluate in. So here goes.
Magnificent Nostle
Wally.
I was lonely, blue, dejected, down and out. Had gone down to the beach early in the morning, I had been posed to me a wonderful vision. I was stunned. Surely this beautiful creature could not be mortal. My lips were dry. We were both silent. In that period, I tried to describe her to myself so I wished she would have Gleerous, alicay, golden hair, fairer of the fair blue eyes, lips as soft and warm as one could imagine, her who danced like a ballerina. "Come," Vally, she said and I moved toward her realizing suddenly that she was
I must have gone to sleep after that. I can remember nothing more. Madame Thoreau dropped my pipe and burnt a hole in the run. Therefore, my pipe decays.
B, my buddy, is going to drive me to Steve's tomorrow. Isn't that like me all over? Leave the best to the last. You'll like hire, I know. Perhaps he'll work for you. Why wouldn't it be grand? However, that will have to be determined later.
Your own. Well
Dear Dad:
Sunday
You each ever realize how much this little day with Dot is going to mean to me. You were grudged to let me come, you were grudged to let you it hummely, and I know he was.
Furnished thing happened today. When we came to Dot's home, she took us in to introduce her parents. They thought that Bill was the below Dot was enraped to and talked him up plenly. I guess why she didn't correct the mistake
Steve was called out of town for tonight and we had a somewhat crazy arrangement fixed up. He had a date he told me, but I hadn't heard. Said he asked her if I could fill his shoes and the consented since (as she told him) she felt like an old friend with a new girlfriend. Me, me. Dot was enthralled about it and said she'd go with Bill. It's a good thing I can treat Bill not to fall for any girl and that Dot in fact. Otherwise 'P'
Your loving son. Wally.
Bill Bailev
Tuesday
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Chump Student,
Wheeze University,
Dumpville, Ken.
of the rotten, low-dirt, dirty, nirty, anxious tricks, you take the sake. Steal your own buddy's girl, would you? Right out from under his arm, you can steal. You can be buoyant. You contemptible cut. The gutter is too good a place for you to swim. Don't ever look me in the face again. I'm through with all your tripe. The quicker you die the better off you are. The stronger you become, sexier myself, but since you are only the product of the scum of the earth perhaps you at my meaning.
this finds you in hell Wallace D. Lobbey.
Wednesday
I was pretty blind for a day or two after I got back to school. Dot wouldn't say me or even speak to me over the phone until I remembered Bill's statement before he left me: "You've lost your girl this time and believe me you did know one good woman." Oh, how dumb I was. I might have known he'd
Don't worry about the matter, though. Dad I've found another that's got Dot to a frightleader. I know you'd like her, but I don't. I'm down somewhere and this is the right one. I know it. Not a passionate offair match with nothing to interfere. Certainly with a lucky break when Bill took Dot off my hands. Hope he'll be able
Your loving son Wally.
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OFFICIAL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN
Vol. XXVIII    Sunday, Jan. 11, 1931    No. 84
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The regular meeting of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers will be held Tuesday evening, Jan. 13, at 7:30 o'clock. There will be election of officers for the spring semester.
DEWAYNE NOLTING, Secretary.
BACTERIOLOGY CLUB:
There will be a meeting of the Bacteriology club Tuesday, Jan. 13, at 12:30 in room 503, Snow hall.
FRANK A. DLABAL, President.
COUNCIL OF RELIGIOUS WORKERS
There will be an important meeting of the Council of Religious Worker on Tuesday at 4:30 in Myers hall. All members should be present.
JAY JANES:
SHIRLEY CASEBIER, President.
The meeting Monday will be held in the rest room of central Administration building at 4:36. Tickets will be given out then.
MATHEMATICS CLUB:
PHILIP BELL, President.
K. U. GYMNASTIC TEAM:
Please bring full white uniform for Jayhawk picture Tuesday at 4:30.
HERBERT G. ALPHIN, Instructor.
The Mathematics club will meet Monday, Jan. 12, at 4:30 in room 211 Administration building. Members are urged to attend
OPEN FORUM:
SIGMA PI SIGMA;
HERO K Z. L'ECUYER
Dr. William Edward Zench, executive director of Commonwealth, a self-supporting labor college, will speak on "Education for a Labor World" in the private dining room of the Union building at 12:30 on Tuesday, Jan. 13. No meals served. Serve yourself. In eat the private dining room.
SPECIAL EVENING MEETING:
A regular meeting of Sigma Pi SIigma will be held Monday at 4 o'clock in room 21 Administration building. A special program has been arranged.
THEOREM
THEOREM
MAC DOWELL CLUB:
Dr. William Edward Zeuch will speak to a special evening meeting on "The Story of Commonwealth" at 7:30 Tuesday in the suburb of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
A meeting will be held Wednesday, Jan. 14, at 8:10 p.m. in the rest room in central Administration. Miss Helen Rhoea Hodges will present a very important matter to members. Pins ordered are now available. There will be a short program and refreshments. All members please be present.
WILLIAM VANDEL, President.
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