SUNDAY, APRIL 13. 1930
PAGE THREE
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
Forty-three Guests
Attend Annual English
Teachers' Conference
Boynton Spencer Friday After
Banquet; Burnham, Laird
Represent K. U.
Forty-three guests registered at the annual meeting of the Kansas State University, held here was held on Friday and Saturday. Twenty colleges were represented, and a total of approximately 100 per cent of the students attended the University department of English graduate students in English, English majors, and guests attends the meet.
Approximately 75 people attend
the evening. From 6:30 p.m.
to Friday evening at the Memorial
Union building. The address of welcome
was given by Clemente H. M.
Iowa.
Following the banquet, Prof. Peter H. Boyton, of the University of Chicago, gave a lecture on theater under the subject, "The Challenge of Modern Criticism." In the talk, Boyton outlined his own criticism of thought with special emphasis on the recent humanistic trends, and on the onelength of criticism as it is experienced.
daily morning in room 306 Pressley after
after which Mine Sira G. Larel, a
the university department of English
spoke on "The Unprepared Stu-
"Humannism is a fiddly movement said Professor Boytonn. "It's appearance is prominent in magazine modern books, radio news, lecture classes—in fact, nothing is more not something in it than humannism."
After the address an informal reception was held in Spooner-Thayer museum at which those students ect. were invited to the English honors court served.
"Should We Limit Our Freshman Writing to Thought Composition?" was the subject of the speech given by Kansas State University, Prof. H. W. David, Kansas State Agricultural College and after which Prof. Theodore Owen, the Kansas State Teachers College Empror, talked on "Outside Reading."
Prof. Josephine Burham, of the department of English, spoke at "Self-teaching Devices in Collected English Courses."
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George Callahan is trying to decide whether it is worse to hail him or take the plane and then attend another in semester before being aware that he will be caught.
Callahan was enrolled in a course in feature writing under Prof. Stuart Hamilton last semester. No one else had been informed that he was willing the course. Callahan enrolled in feature writing again this semester, and attended class regularly and completed all assignments that we required.
When he received his grades who were mailed out to all students in the course with a C grade during the te考会. He did not attend class.
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Sigma Chi吉他 gave a party at Englehall hall Friday night. Decorations represented upholstered shippierced on an leather backboard and Sergini's ornithrostra. Chaparero wrote Mrs. K. Thompson, Mrs. C. Mullen, Mrs. T. S. Mower, honoree Out-of-town guests were: Robert Hart, Judge Robert Prozac, Judge Robert Prozac, Andron Ohno.
Arthur Cromb, Doral Crosse, and
Donald Judd, all of the Alpha Titan
Dougne house, attended the Delta
party at Washburn Friday, 4pm.
Jets Thalia Pi gave a carnival and creamy party Friday night at the Coca-Cola Stadium, where those seen at carnivals were placed in their seats. Bears, bears, b
Wayne McUip, Col. John Stryker
Paul Dianemar and I. C. Minley took
Doctor Lewis to the train. Do-
lor Lewis was one of the good will Dr.
Jim McUip.
Alpha Delta Pi announces the engagement of Bergenius Howser to Donald Ladd, of the Benedict Tau Delta fraternity.
Triangle fraternity entertained at Eckle's hall. The room was decorated as a night club and Don Renoir played for the dancing. The chaperones were: Mise Calafontin Barnes, housemother, Mie, C.M. Lambda, Mrs. Todd McNeil, the auctioneers guests were: Thuria Keller, Colinaugh, Mo; Jesse Peater, Elizabeth Webber, and Annabelle Peterson, of Kansas City, Moredith Catlett, of Wichita Falls, the Nulty Warbens, and Wilma Winter and Goldie Walker, of Downtown.
the house. Marine decorations were used consisting of son serpents, ship riggings, wings, and the Old Mill at Topena furnished the music for dancing. The chaperons were: Mrs. Frances Wilson; Mrs. William Hammond; D. M. Horkmanns, and Dr. and Mrs W. L. Burlick. Guests at the party were: Mildred Island, Kauai City; Marianne, Kaulakao; Pelaia; Cart Nutt, Waverley; Ethele Zschelbe; Burlington; Ruth Welley, in dependence; Lucy Curtis, Vermilion; Carl Brundel and Carolyn Hughes, Lawrence
Mr. and Mrs. N, K. Faringer, of 1836 Learnard school, announce the marriage of their daughter, Hugh Jackson, to Marjorie Folldine, W. Va. The ceremony took place at Cleveland on April 3, Mrs. Jackson was graduated from the University of Virginia with a degree. This spring she will receive her M.A. degree from Western Reserve College, and Mr. Jackson, who graduated with an M.D. degree, the
A geology class went to Kansas City yesterday with Lyndon Morrow, instructor of geology.
Campus Gossip
--thing I was doing. Often after the paper was printed I couldn't recognize which stories were mine. My mind hasted only for a moment and then it was gone. Well, I’m cured now, back in college and living with my girlfriend. I’ve been new. Keys, you’ll never know what it meant to me to have you talk to me the way you did and I’ll never forget a word of it. Why man I could be crazy as a mad dog if you hadn’t treated me like a human. And I’m here to thank you.” He extended his hand and he pointed at daze. I realized real life could be so nerotic.
The sophomore class of the Oread Training School is sponsoring the moving picture, "Cyrano de Berrabes," which will be given in the University Auditorium April 22. The students have studied this story in French课.
Charles Hipp, *c'uml*, Taft Woolly, c'32, and Hade Comer, *c'uml*, were admitted yesterday to the student hospital. Lawrence Geellin, Harland Anderson, c'32, was admitted yesterday. Lawrence Geellin, *c'uml* had his tomatoes removed is im-
The University Men's Glee club will give a concert at Bucyrus Tues- day.
Nearly Two Thirds Drink
University of Minnesota Poll Shows Ways of 2344
"Don't." I interrupted, "you must live that over
Brain. What I want to know is how could you play
through it?"
"Well, I wasn't conscious all the time of everything I was doing. Often after the paper was printed I couldn't recognize which stories were mine. My mind hasted only for a moment and then it was gone. Well, I’m cured now, back in college and living with my girlfriend. I’ve been new. Keys, you’ll never know what it meant to me to have you talk to me the way you did and I’ll never forget a word of it. Why man I could be crazy as a mad dog if you hadn’t treated me like a human. And I’m here to thank you.” He extended his hand and he pointed at daze. I realized real life could be so nerotic.
Minneapolis, April 12 — (UP) — Nearly two thirds of the male students at the University of Minnesota drink drunk frequently or occasionally on the strength of figures obtained in a Minnesota daily undergraduate paper.
The poll recorded the prohibition opinion and drinking habits of 2,344 students and a small group of faculty members. Voting on prohibition 1,287 favored rejection or change in the 18th amendment and 957 were for enforcement.
The poll showed 988 men and 141 women as occasional drinkers and 157 men and 607 women as regular drinkers and 607 men and 362 women total abstainers. "I request drinkers" were defined for the purpose of the poll as those who regularly drank. Original database shows three drink
PAGE TWO
The Duck
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
By Harrell Crane
The Duck, as they called him, came trudging into the press room where we were all working. It was about time for the paper to go to bed, so all stopped work when the Duck came in at that time of night. The Duck meant news, and news it was. He had just witnessed a murder case before he mighty proud of our little paper that time when it scooped all the others in the city. But the greatest mystery of all was, what happened to the Duck? He left us immediately after he had written one of the hottest murder stories in history. He left just as he came, from no where as far as anyone was able to find out. The men of others alike in this world who drop in and out, often never to be forgotten but never seen again.
He got the name Duck because he was always dressed as if he were going duck hunting. All he lacked was the gun, for he had on a dark black top hat, siald shirt, khaki trousers and big boots.
Hardy a word did the Duck ever utter. His black eyes always shifted whenever he not met anyone. Always he took everything in with a ally glaze. He knew how that man could write. He signed himself I, B.
The Duck got a lot of kidding, but I always tried to talk to him and treat him like all the other fellows. Nobody knows how hard it was to do this, for often he wouldn't say a word and there I would be talking as if I were interesting. Once in awhile the Duck would look at me and tell me that he only once and only once did I detect a ray of appreciation for all of my rambblings. I felt repaid for all my other efforts after that one response. You wouldn't think a quiet fellow like that would have any philosophy, would you? Well, I didn't either until I told to him about a week. He never showed it to his tongue but a guy can't understand it. I said something that the Duck didn't agree with or didn't like, he never failed to twitch his body ever so little. His reaction to something he did was just the opposite. He would sit stone still, listening and all keyed up as if he had fear of missing a word. Nobody knew this except我 for I get up when I could myself onto him and make him listen to a human at least once a week to keep him from going crazy.
You've heard enough, but you haven't heard the best yet. About a year after he left, and most of the fellows around the office had forgotten him, I get a telegram one evening to meet the 12:05 train at midnight which pulled through our little city from the Pacific. I didn't say anything for I was a little scared. The Duck, no matter how well I liked him, told me that he would go back home and you to meet him at midnight at the train, well you know how the goose flesh can creep up a fellow's spine.
The time arrived when the train pulled up and two men alighted from the platform. Neither interested me for I didn't know them. I was ready to leave and call it a good, practical joke which some of the follows had played on me when the man near me looked inquiringly at him. "Well, howdy keys how's the world treating you?" It was the Duck. He grasped him with such vigor that I almost squirmed. All this time he was shaking my hand and yelling his praise of me saying how glad he was to see a real friend once more. I was shaken and scared. We stood there in the middle of the night and to marvel and wonder at the change in the Duck. He was dressed as any normal man of his age would be. No longer did he have the droppy black hat over his eyes. He was as collegiate as any college man. Then he came out and now he was as human as any man could be.
After we had gone to the hotel I answered some startling questions about the fellows who the Duck used to work around. I never realized a man could appear so unconcerned yet be as interested in the fellows he worked with as I was when having our last snake before retiring, the Duck finally said to me, "Kees, I'll relieve you of the suspense of what and why I am what I am. I came from a lumber camp up North just before I worked on your paper. Just before I quit Up North, I was forced to kill a man. When he went back to the camp, we use or speak to anyone after that. And then when I wrote up that last murder story, well that brought back all the memories which I had up North in the camp and I was just done for them. I went away and finally gave up to let them put me in the big house. They know how to divert my mind, so I could keep watching him. My buddy; he was crushed under a tree and I knew he couldn't live till they got the tree moved so—"
Cimarron
By Edna Ferber
Doubleday, Doran, and Co.. Inc.
1930
"Cinnamon" is a pane of the settling of the Oklahoma territory and the struggle of its growth into statehood. Its scope is that of an epic, but it is not the whole story. It is the life of humanity, is human, essentially the development of the life of one family. It is as vividly colorful as the ignear rocks, Yaneye Cravat, which shifts through its page.
Reviewed by Margaret Kilbourne
Yanence Cravat. It is a little hard to forgive Miss Forber that name, so perfectly coined to fit the character. Romantic, visionary, lost in his own concept, she is still the spirit of the lure of pioneering without its substance. Fortunately for the story, unfortunately for the happiness of its characters, she is deficient in surprise abundance.
When the story opens, Yanev Crayt announces his intention of taking his young wife Sabra and their child, Cim, to the just-open Oklahoma territory. Sabra, breaking with her hugely condemning mother, finds himself in years in the settlement of Osage, Oklahoma, there is enough to do in fighting against lawlessness and the primitive conditions to satisfy even Yaney. At the end of that time, the town begins to develop some comfort, and his old restlessness returns. As he lives in the longest stretch I've ever done in one place.
Sabra refuses to go with him, and is left with the newspaper which he started but for which she has been largely responsible. From then on the story is one of Yancey's romantic wanderings in and out of London. She goes there only to find the town each time more firmly developed, under Sabra's leadership; to find her ever more successful as editor, social leader, and chief influence for civic betirement in the town. From the soft, rather unless but thoroughly charming novels of Sarah, this new book ended by circumstance into a character who has been forced to dominate until she has become ultimately successful. The fact that in so doing she has become too practical to keep in touch with her children, that they cannot take care of her, that one accepts as part of necessary tragedy, One can no more forgive the hardening practicality of Sabra than the pictureque philandering of Yancey, and yet, strangely, one forgives them all. It is, vaguely, that, "tour comprecure est tour comprecure," but Sabra does not take care of pioneering—big, impractical dreamers like Yancey Cravat, who could turn a more reckless whim into a magnificent gesture. There had to be women like Sabra, who could follow the dreams of their men and modify them to practical reality. That they could end in so doing one accepts an pioneer circumstance.
The book is realistic in that it brings the lives of its characters to ultimately logical conclusion. One may not approve them, but one cannot condemn, and therefore one must make a decision on such development, nation-progress was based.
The next day the Duck went to the office with me where we used to work together. Very few of thefollows noticed him. Only the make-up editor recognized the Duck, and that after a second glance.^ After he left I never explained anything. And the use, the others wouldn't understand, and after all, there are generally only two out of a crowd who begin to recognize us. Most people are too interested in themselves to listen or to try to understand, so why bother them?
The 42nd Parallel
Reviewed by Daceline Louber
Harper and Brothers, 1930
By John Dos Passos
John Do Passe's latest book, "The 42nd Parallel," is a novel of American life prior to and during the World War, that period of great industrial expansion and growth of our new country whose attempts to appear digriified in its "ugly-duckling" stage are still under way. It describes a history by a seemingly biased account of the middle classes, and it is of them that Do Passes writes with an irony that at times is almost contempt. This is not another novel depicting the struggle between capital and labor. Rather it is a satire upon the "system," and all these are involved in d. No. one class dominates another; for all are dominated by Industrial Progress.
Do Passo' characters are almost desirable, because of the necessity which drives them, without cerebration on their part, to accept the opinions of anyone and everyone with whom they come in contact. The reason is that Passo' works in Mexico to aid the cause of the socialists, thereby escaping the responsibility of caring for his wife and two small children. Janny and Eleanor both worked as a teacher in Mexico, "on their own," J. W. Morehouse drifts from one thing into another, finally becoming a "Public Relations Course" with the aid of his wife's fortune. Charley welcomes the war merely as an outfit for his emotions after the socialism has its thrill for it.
This novel is unusual in its plan. The absence of any logical sequence or plot only adds to the spirit of aimlessness which the author wishes to impress upon the reader. Four characteristic methods are employed through the book in no determinate order or plan. The first is the characterization of a person, the second is the characterization and Houlmes, with scattered bits of popular song. The second is the "Camera Eye," that gives pictorial glimpses of currents of thought that aid the reader to get a static impression of a dynamic society. The third is a series of biographies of persons of prominence who are not known by name. The fourth is part of the "System," and have not attained prominence through either choice or will. Henry Ford, Edison, Steinmetz, Burbank, LaFollette, and men of their station in life are what they are, only because of chance, and circumstances which carried them on and up just as others have been carried on by the events of their lives. Each of the five main characters is treated separately. They are all representative of the middle class of society, and it is in this respect only that they have anything in common. Although they are drawn together somewhat loosely in the last chapters of the book, for the most part their paths do not converge, but run parallel to each other.
Nothing is settled at the end of the book. Dos Passa'o intention is to set forth here the amelioration of American life, and it is only fitting that the book should contain no plot and that it should terminate in no definite location. American life is an example of development and any statement of the outcome must be a guess.
John Do Passo is recognized as one of the important writers of the day, and any book published by him is sure to be of interest. "The 42nd edition of his novel *The Incorporated* which was dealt with at some length in his 'Manhattan Transfer,' and in his play, "Always Incorporated." Such work as this leads the reader to expect or hope for more novels from his pen. He has written several novels, another novel or series of novels to answer the questions that are here raised, or if no answer is at hand, to give some expression of Mr. Dos Passo's hope for the future and perhaps his opinion as best remedy for the present ill of American society.
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