SUNDAY, APRIL 13, 1930
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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
Forty-three Guests Attend Annual English Teachers' Conference
Boyton Speaker Friday After
Banquet; Burnham, Laird
Represent K. U.
Forty-three guests registered at the annual meeting of the Kansas College of Agriculture was held here Friday and Saturday. Twenty colleges were represented, and a total of approximately 100 per cent were enrolled in the University department of English, graduate students in English, English majors, and guests attended the meet.
Approximately 75 persons attired
deftly the banquet which was held in
Garden Hall, 320 Park Avenue, New
Union building. The address of wel
come was given by Chancellor E. H.
Hancock.
Following the banquet, Prof. Peter H. Boyton, of the University of Chicago, gave a public lecture in Fargo, North Dakota, to leaders of modern Criticism". In the talk Prof. Boyton outlined the doxies and misconceptions with special emphasis on the recent humanistic trends, and on the challenge of criticism as it is experience.
"Humanism is a faddy movement said Professor Bonton, "It's an pearance is prominent in magazine modern books, radio news, lecture classrooms—in fact, nothing is it not something in it a humanism."
After the address an informal reception was held in Spooner-Thuya museum at which those students or educators in the English honors course served.
A business meeting held Sant Joa-
mar in room 290 França latera
at the University department of Engligh
lish spoke on "The Unprepared Stu-
dent"
"Should We Limit Our Freshming Writing to Thought Composition?" was the subject of the speech given by the student of the university, Prof. H. W. Davis, University, Prof. H. W. Davis, Kansas State Agricultural College at Belmont, which latter申 Prof. Theodore Owen, the Kansas State Teachers College Emporium, talked on "Outside Readiness."
Prof. Josephine Burham, of U department of English, spoke "Self-teaching Devices in Collec English Courses."
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George Callahan is trying to do something. It is he who thinks tha'fured a teacher would have 'to have pait it and then attend class another in semester before being aware that the student was on the way.
Callahan was enrolled in a com-
in feature writing under Prof. Stuart Hamilton last semester. Near the end of the com-
mission, he decided to be frank, to be brilfful,
the course. Callahan enrolled in fi-
ature writing again this semester.
had attended class regularly and co-
pleted all assignments that we
When he received his grades who, were mailed out to all students who attended the 6th semester with a C grade during the 5th semester. He did not attend all of them.
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SOCIETY
Sirona Chi giw a party at Engles hall full Friday night. Decorations represented sailboats shippewed on the harbor Sea Sergeianna's orchestra. Chaponero were: Mrs M. K. Thompson, Ms N. K. T. Thompson, Ms N. K. T. Slower, hom母家 Out-of town guests were: Robert Hairidge, judge Ridge Robert Priso and Alex Olem.
Arthur Cromb, Doral Crosses, and Joond Jandl all of the Alpha Titan borne honors, attended the Delta purity party at Washburn Fidelity night.
Debta Theta Pi gave a carnival and
circum party Friday night at the
Morialton Union building. Booth back
around the stage, you can see them
around the ball. Live monkeys.
Wayne McCoy, B.A. John Styler Paul Dinemore and E. C. Manley took Doctor Lewis to the train. Dustin Lewis won one of the good will奖.
Alpha Delti Pi announces the engagement of Beverton However to Donald Loubson, of the Delta Tau Delta fraternity.
numerous, scores, abs, and white mice No. Signa No., professional medi added to the fun, John Kane was in clinic, frequently, the annual ban-
Triangle fraternity entertained at Eckle's hall. The room was decorated as a night club and Don Roon played for the chaperones were; Mice Carolyn Burmese, housemother, Mec, C. H., Landrares, E. P., Browne, and Meca, C. B. Budy, Katherine, Colleen, Kathryn, Colleen, Katherine, Colleen, Kathryn, Elizabeth Welberg, and Amelinda Peterson, of Kansas City; Meredith Gipper, Lawrence, Ms. McNulty, James, Gipper, James, Gipper, and Giddle Walker, of Downa.
the house. Marine decorations were used consisting of sea serpents, ships and statues from the Old Mill at Topken furnished the music for dancing. The chaperones wore; Mrs. Frances Wilkinson, Mrs. Rachel Wilson, D. M. Horkmann, and Dr. and Mrs. W. L. Burckle. Guests at the party were: Midland Island, Kansas City; Milwaukee, Madison; Omaha; pekin; Carls Nutt, Waverly; Ether Zehicle; Burlington; Wryyll, Independence; Loury Curtis, Vermilion; Carlin, Carlin and Carolyn Hawkins, Lawrence.
Mr. and Mrs. N, E. K. Faringer, or 1830 Launerd街, announce the marriages of their daughter, Hina Jackson, graduated from Fallenbill, W. Va. The ceremony took place at Cleveland on April 23. Jackson was graduated from Western College, and she grew. This spring she will receive her M.A. degree from Western Reserve College, and Mr. Jackson, who lives in New York, will attend at M.D. The
A geology class went to Kansas City yesterday with Lyndon Morrow, instructor of geology.
The sophomore class of the Oren,
Training School is sponsoring the
school's annual summer retreat, by Delmonic Rootand, which will be given in the University Anderson April 22. The students have been studying this story in French
Campus Gossip
The University Men's Glee club will give a concert at Bucyrus Tues
Charles Hipp, *c*'enl, Taft Woo, *c*32, and Hale Corner, *c*'enl, were admitted yesterday to the student hospital. Lawrence Geedlin, *c*'enl, Hazel Anderson, *c*32, was admitted yesterday. Lawrence Geedlin, *c*'enl, removed, is improving rapidly.
Minneapolis, April 12 — (UP) — Nearly two thirds of the male students at the University of Minnesota drink frequently or occasionally on the strength of figures obtained in a Minnesota daily undergraduate paper.
University of Minnesota Poll Shows Ways of 2,344
She looked at me and spoke with honest surprise and resentment in her voice. "Good golly, no! He let me do to him if I ever caught him playing around me," she said. Rustlefully she rose to her feet and switched on a light. I watched her small, well-curved figure as she went again to her mirror. After a short, reassuring glance, she went to her closes took off her coat, and I saw her embroidered kimono of fine silk. I admired it.
Nearly Two Thirds Drink
The poll recorded the prohibition opinion and drinking habits of 2,344 students and a small group of faculty members. Voting on prohibition 1,387 favored reopening or change in the 18th amendment and 957 were for enforcement.
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
The poll showed 988 men and 141 women as occational drinkers and 137 men and 38 cochleae frequent drinkers. Of the 988 drinkers, 58 stainers. "Frequent drinkers" were defined for the purpose of the poll as those drinking at least once a week.
Hope-Chest
"What about Mick?" I ventured, "Does he smoke or drink or go with other girls?"
"And who is Mick?"
before a mirror to dab a powder puff at her perit
and re-amine her hair; adipiscing her green tint-queen, she whirled over to me and tacked
her to a walkway, she made my guilty of the door to a walking automobile.
In ten minutes we had to the place she called home—a bare room in an over-ornamented rooming house. The air of the room was bitter cold when we entered, and I stood first on one foot, then on the other, trying to keep warm, Daisy kicked her high-heeled pumps towards a corner, kneel down between them, and swept out the blanket in the window-leeds. I glanced about her cheerless room, whose gray walls were relieved by no pictures, whose table held no magazine or book, whose dressing table was a heterogeneous array of lidless jars and tubes of cosmetics, spilled powder, and smudges of rouge. I flung my coat on the stenner trunk at the foot of the iron bed, and I sat with a slipper to the large mirror over her dressing table.
"Why, he'd be so sure of me he'd treat me like a dog," she responded, candidly. "I've got to keep him guessing or I wouldn't keep him at all. He's a honey, though."
"Oh, I can't afford it," she admitted. "But I do
"My boy-friend," she answered, and smiled, that quick, confidential, generous smile with which she had greeted me the first day I came to work. "It's a horse, my old man, but we just can't agree. He was a very stubborn man, and he had last time it was a real fight, believe you me. I thought I smelled liquor on his breath, and you know what this Oklahoma corn is. I slapped him and necussed me—but I'm pretty crazy about him. I'd give a pretty to call him up, but I don't dare." I puzzled. "Don't dare! What do you mean, Daisy?"
"If Mick don't call me pretty soon I'll about dry up and blow away," she remarked, and tinned a curl more neatly upon her white forehead. She scrutinized her face closely in the mirror, gave her hair a final pat, and came over to the fire. She sat on the floor—I had taken the only chair in the room—and curled her logs under her as if she had been a child. Indeed, the eyes that looked up at me were dark. "She was so dark." Then for an instant, a peculiar green light flickered in them, and made of her not a child, but a wise woman. I looked away quickly, for her eyes were telling me too much, and asked, politely.
It had grown quite dark outdoors, and we were chatting now in a room drowned warmly, with no light but that from the fire—an atmosphere engendering confidence.
"Oh, 'lil reform," she replied, happily confident. "What he don't know won't hurt him; I will give it all up when he to, because I'm sure enough crazy about him, but—not till I have to."
She leaned over to her little trunk and threw back the lid. She brought out a little brass box and
She lift one, as I shook my head. She reached into the trunk and drew out a fine linen lunch cloth, neatly embroidered, and half caretted it as she handed it to me.
"My hope-chest," she said simply.
I looked into the nearly empty trunk. It contained no clothing; only some fine table and bed-linen, some shining sauce-pans, and some lace-frilled, organdie door pillows in yellow and pink. She touched me gently, but reluctantly put them away, left the trunk lid ajar so she might grace occasionally at her treasures.
"oh, he wants me to be 'different', she went on airly. "He don't want me to smoke or drink or play around with other men, or use slung, or anything. "Oh, I have to watch every minute so he won't find out."
She stared dreamily into the moving flames in the gas heater, and chuckled, her wide, foreshade lips in a brow smile. Again I caught that brief pause in her eyes which they utterly destroyed their innocence.
"Mick would kill me if he caught me smoking," she said.
"But, Daiyu," I asked, "I thought you did have a cate with Bob just the other night; and when you're gone, I'm going to take over."
"What?"
love pretty things,—so I just charged it."
"Save hope my honey calling me at last," she staggered a gibble, "glad he can't smell smoke over here."
And at the other end of the line I pictured a man talking into the transmitter, thinking to himself, "What is it?"
I heard her at the telephone, her voice sweetened and smoothed so that I scarcely knew it.
I looked gloomily at the luncheon cloths, the bright, shiny saucipane, and the lace and organdie pillows that were Dailey's hope-chest. Outside, the wind drove cold snow against the windows.
--stairs, with their trellis rays pacing within the maze
Of the dim cloudy maze, flickered and shone.
Skies overcast with clouds glimmering white like
shrouds
LEGEND (Without a Moral)
Smooths In weird, titanic crowds, nebulous, bright;
Vague shapes of grisly mirth, shivering over the earth.
Shone, in the moonlight's dearth, in the half light
When from the gates at night, stealthy his steps and light.
Stars, with their feeble rays paling in the haze.
Of the dim clouds maze, flocked and shone.
Feeling his way aright, stole Blake alone.
foward the enchanted wood, where there was naught of good.
Much that was cruel and rule dwelt there apart,
Fiends from the darkness grim, towering over him.
Vague, formless fears and dim, clutched at his heart.
Back, though, he could not turn, fears he must bravely spurn.
There in the wood to, learn its tale right.
Much that could source he told made his warm blood run cold.
Made his young heart grow old, that fearful night.
There in the wood to learn its tale alright.
Stiff nearly unto death, scarce able to draw breath,
Kent ally but through, fearing, scoring his harm.
When they destroyed the wood, quickly as c'er they could.—
For all the people good, they tithe it down—
a good gold mold, on the green forest floor,
for all who come to drink.
PAGE THREE
The Hill
Indian summer came and went, and the brief, white days of winter; then the wet, chattering days of the spring thaw, and time that I did not see her. I was glad, I thought, at being free from the storms of the day, because she owned everything about me. Spring came, and I trampled alone through country roads and fields; when summer was nearly upon us I went, one night, to the billiard, under the great tree I liked so much. The night was light with stars and alive with wind, more benign than I had ever been in my life.
hair in a brown stream back of me, toward the valley. "You own much too," I touched. "Next you will want, to own me, too. I'm afraid of you!" I ran toward my home, and she did not follow.
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"Tomorrow I am going away," I thought, "probably never to return, and I'm leaving something important."
I lay on my back upon the firm, comfortable earth, and twisted grass blades in my fingers. Through the dark leaves of the branches overhead I could see stars, still and bright. I thought I wanted never to forget how the stars looked from under my tree. The wind brushed my forehead and I hard it blow away. "Come on, let's go," knowing the effort vain even before I made it. "I want never to forget the wind here." I thought.
I watched the shadows on the curves of the hill-side, and the whole curved surface of the earth, lying placid and warm toward the wind and the night sky.
It was then she came to me for the last time, quietly, coolly not completely obscured as on the first night, in the fog, and not revealed in too great clearness, as on the afternoon in the bright sunlight.
as I really am, and how you can never forget me.
She went away. But even today I hear her in the wind, I see her in the hills, in the sky. The Hill is all about me, and I can never be lonely.
"You are wanting me," she murmured, "I am the Hill, my pond, my cool winds, my valley and trees, my sky and stars; they are mine and I live in them, only now you have only known you known me as I really am; and I know you."
Sisters
By Ardis H. Hamilton
"I hope Fern will come today so we can divide Mama's time."
Ia Marsh, a loose blue wrapper over her stout figure, and a calico apron which had been her mother's tied around her waist, came into the sitting room. Her sister Caroline looked up from an account book but glanced down again when she saw the apron. Caroline was youngest of the three sisters; but the deep lines in her face sometimes made her apper upper than Ia. She was tall and slender.
"Earl just called. They aren't coming today, Fern has a headache and the baby's cutting a tooth. I don't see why we need disturb Mammia's things here." He looked at me in her room for a while. I'm going out to the garden. What do you want for dinner? I might get eggs. I noticed yesterday they were about to use "mice."
Caroline went to the kitchen. The warm sun was shining through the east windows on her mother's plants. She flicked a dry leaf from a geranium and watered the Christmas cactus. Then she put on a large straw hat, and taking a basket, went to the garden.
She picked the peas and took them to the house for Ia to shell; then she returned to the garden. As she watered the onions and hoed the potatoes, she picked the apples and she must not think of Ia's voice talking of their burying.
The rural carrier left their mail and drove away, Caroline took in the letters, replies to Ina's notes telling of their mother's death, to read with Ina. They were much alike, expressions of sympathy, the goodness of Ina's and Caroline's mother. Ina's voice was irate; Caroline had more self control.
"I loved Aunt Emma like a mother and I was shocked to hear of her sudden passing," Coslin wrote.
"We've heard from everyone we wrote to." Ima folded the letter and put it in its envelope. It's too bad Sarah or Ann couldn't have come, but they didn't. "We've never seen anyone not see how we could have taken care of them; there's just the two of us and Fern seems so busy talking with each other and out if Earl is going to town today." I want to answer that.
"Earl went this morning. He was in a hurry so I didn't bother him. He's having his moving machine repaired. Hell probably stop here on his way to the airport, and be about the things. He does enough for us as it is."
"Well, it wouldn't hurt him to get me a dozen oranges and some pepperpalm. He wouldn't have anything to do while they were working on the mower. I don't see why you didn't tell me he was there then nobody ever did tell me anything. Fern calls us and you don't tell me what she says."
"Earl called this morning just before he left." Caroline's voice was stern. It was after eight. I had been up hours. I don't see why you can't get out of here and complain about not having a little pepperoni, now."
Caroline rose and put on her hat.
"Don't go off." Im ordered. "Dinner's just about ready. You can get some water if you want to."
When Caroline brought in the water, Ina was puttering over the peas and potatoes. Caroline went out to water the chickens and came back to Ina's scolding.
"You always go off when I have dinner just about ready. I can't put the food on the table till you make it."
Without answering, Caroline took off her hat and washed her hands. She cut the bread and helped set the table. Their only words as they ate were "Pass the butter" or "More potatoes?" Caroline finished and went to the sitting room. Ina decided she wanted some fruit and brought it from the cellar.
So soon she came into the kitchen. "I've been going over some of Mamma's things. I'll take the dresses; they're too big for you and Fern; and you can have the aprons. There may be a few things Fern can make over for Margie or the baby. I gave Mrs. Ellen to my baby, who关爱 If cousin Ellen could use her winter one."
"Wait till fall and decide then, if you must give it away?" Caroline was thinking of the times she would see her mother on Mr. South. "There's the Margie and Margie with him." She ran out of them.
"Fern said I'd better stop," Earl said after Caroline had sent Marigie to pick flowers. "I saw Markey today, and he had finished up the business about the estate. I'm glad we settled out of court; it
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