SUNDAY, APRIL 13, 1930
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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
Forty-three Guests Attend Annual English Teachers' Conference
Boynton Spenker Friday After
Banquet; Burnham, Laird
Represent K. U.
Forty-three guests registered at the annual meeting of the Kansas College Teachers of English, which took place on August 12. Twenty colleges were represented, and a total of approximately 150 per cent of the students attended the University department of English graduate students in English, English majors, and guests attended the meet-
Approximately 75 persons attend the bourbon workshop at 6:30 p.m. Union building. The address of welcome was given by Chancellor H. I. Hume.
Following the banquet, Prof. Perez H. Boyton, of the University of Chicago, gave a public talk in which he argued "The Chance of Modern Criticism." In this talk Prof. Boyton outlined the deeds that characterize critical thought with special emphasis on the recent humanistic trends, and on the chalenge of criticism as it is experience.
"Humanism is a faddy movement, said Professor Boyton. "It's an apearance is prominent in magazines modern books, radio news, lecture classrooms—in fact, nothing is not something in it a humanism."
After the address an informal reception was held in Spooner-Thuya museum at which those students et al. in the English honour connaired served.
A business meeting held was Saturday morning in room 296 Prentice hall to discuss the University department of English spoke on "The Unprepared Studi
"Should We Limit Our Freshm Writing to Thought Composition?" was the subject of the speech given at Kansas State University, Prof. H. W. David, a Kansas State Agricultural College discussed "Overlooking the Obscurities in the Text," and the Kansas State Teachers College a Emperor, talked on "Outside Reading."
Prof. Josephine Burham, of the department of English, spoke to "Self-teaching Devices in College English Courses."
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George Calahan is trying to decide whether it is worse to ask him to leave the room or to it and then attend class another mother before being aware that 32% of students have made it.
Callahan was enrolled in a course in feature writing under Prof. Stuart Hamilton last semester. With his encouragement, he was informed that he was winnikl'd the course. Callahan enrolled in feature writing again this semester. He had attended class regularly and all assignments that we given.
When he received his grades with were told not to all students in the course with a C grade during the $d$ semester. He did not attend d!t.
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Sirion Chi gave a party at Eagles hall Friday night. Decorations represented shipship aboard the ship by Chick Sergei's orchid crest. Charpones heralded the orchid crest. Mrs. Relph, mistress of both Wendy and Mia, Bt. S. Stower, housemother, Out of town guests were Robert Haltom, John Krook, Judge伯罗克斯 Freeman.
Arthur Cromb, Doral Crosse, and Donald Judaid, all of the Alpha Tau Omega party, attended the Delta party at Wanham Friday night.
Pete Theta Pi gave a carnival and circus party Friday night at the Memorial Union building, Booths such as those seen at carnivals were placed on the sides of the building, bears, shoes, and white mice also in the fun. John Kane was in
Triangle fraternity entertained at Eckle's hall. The room was decorated as a night club and Don Romer played for the shouting. The chapser ones were: Miss Carolyn Barnes, housemother, Mrs. C. H. Lander, Mrs. E. L. Browne, and Mrs. C. H. Duffy, Collison, Mrs. M. A. Bunting, Kollinan, Kollinan, Mr. Jubert Prater, Elizabeth Woolber, and Anniebelle Peterson, of Kansas City; Meredith Waleben, of Dallas; William Waleben, and Wilmun Winter and Goldie Walker, of Downs.
Wayne McCoy, and Cal. John Stirkher, Paul Diamierau, and E. C. Manley took Doctor Lewis to the tinnin. Doctor Lewis was one of the good will II's.
Alpha Delta Pi announces the engagement of Benvenue Hoover to Donald London, of the Delta Tau Delta fraternity.
Nu Sigma Nu, professional medial fraternity, hold its annual ban-
Mr. and Mrs. N, E. F., Fingerg, of 1836 Learnard street, announces the marriages of their daughter, Hazel Ivone to Jackson, W. Va. The ceremony took place at Cleveland on April 3. Mrs. Jackson was graduated from the University of Virginia. This spring she will receive her M.A. degree from Western Reserve College, and Mr. Jackson, who is studying medicine, will be a professor at The University of Virginia. Th
The sophomore class of the Oread Training School is sponsoring the "Nationwide Grassgrass" byOLUMN Restand, which will be given in the University Anderson April 22. The students have studied this story in French.
Charles Hipp, c'unel, Taft Wooly, c$22, and Hade Coner, c'unel, were admitted yesterday to the student hospital. Lawrence Geckin, Hahl Anderson, c$22, was admitted yesterday. Lawrence Geckin, c'unel, will have his removal is improved rapidly.
The University Men's Glee club will give a concert at Bucyrus Tuesday night under the numbers of the number
A geology class went to Kaman City yesterday with Lydon Morrow instructor of geology.
Campus Gossip
University of Minnesota Poll Shows Wavs of 2.314
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 daily undergraduate paper.
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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 1,287 favored repellion or change in the 18th amendment and 197 were for enforcement.
The poll showed 988 men and 141 women as occasional drinkers and 157 men and 38 co-users frequent drinkers. Women were more likely to drink stainers... "Frequent drinkers" were defined for the purpose of the poll as those who do not consume alcohol, those drink
THE KANSAN MAGAZINE
Shows Ways of 2,344
And the silver steel is its master,
Its thought, its hope, its soul,
A part of the blood of the men who slave
That No. 6 may roll.
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A town whose heart is beating
In the whistle's piercing scream,
Whose very soul is the strength of the steel
Laid long and grey and lean.
I know that my town is grimy
With the smoke of a thousand trains
But its forges shine in its blackness
And their pulse beats in its veins.
My little town is dirty
With the soot of fifty years;
My little town is weary,
Seorched brown by a sun that seers;
I have the striking engines
and the coalmohos, choking and tart,
For I loved my youth in that little town
With the love of a sister.
Margaret Plummer
RAILROAD TOWN
Vol. No. XXVII
HARP OF THE WINDS
Hymns of praise to the rising sun,
Bequiaime when the day is done.
Songs of joy to the summer's call,
Whispers when shadows fall,
Across your changeling wall.
The horses picked their way down a gravel bank, the leader going into the water to his bell. Automatically, the hoy's bare feet kicked off a tune in the water of the clear mountain stream. He did not see the cancer third with which the animals drink, or the little edible yelling in the stream as they water up. His eyes were turned to the rising sun, and were glazed with a view of something far beyond.
TO CONSCIENCE
Lawrence, Kansas, March 16, 1930
Oh, you who fiind your knowledge *Tore our eyes*, and an Angel's creed you for us to meet, Compelling all to reverence while there lies in You but poor reproach for wayward feet! Complaining with you in affection for You lay my homely sins before our eyes, And in our silent nightly nights you take your seat Bedside our cut to point out all our lies. But the dagger, do you ever praise Of humble satirism? That leads them on through countless dwarfs ways To give their rest? What profit to their tries To still your maddening voices? Ab, who can tell If Heaven leaves beyond your hell? How
Only last night they had had a dance at Thompson's. Eatil had not danced. Every moment of the music he had spent fascinated by the nimble fingers of Old Ben who played the guitar, the agile thumb carefully plucking a tune and the fingers accompanying with the most unstudied perfection. The hand be had watched, and also the foot. A rhythm as perfect as the ripping of a stream had been
Now creeping your magic tale,
Now solishing and with the gale,
Where can be found on land or sea
In the garden, in the street,
Of your deep symphony?
Estil was taking his father's nags to water, perched up on the back of one, giving no more heed in his riding than if he had been sitting on his favorite limb of the hickory tree. The slight motion of his body suggested a musical grace entirely unconnected with jazz. Almost he kept time with the lingle of the harness buckles. The second house followed, lacking, perhaps the vigor to try for a break, are possibly eager for her morning refresherment before she goes into Rony, ardull and dull shagged or coats, and swakedback from impure feeding, they were typical of the animals of the mountain farmer.
O living lute of matchless strains
Mature mastery whith you to refrains
The thread's note—the humming bee
The thread's note—the humming bee
In your glorious variety?
*
Ralph Varvel
A Gift From the Road By Helen Rae Whitney
The Hill
When next we met, broad sunshine lay about us in pools, everywhere. There was no friendly, effacing darkness about us to hide her blenches, no mist to cheak her form; only a force warm light which held her every feature; and looking on her, I became aware of the green leaves in green waves to a pond in the valley; uneasy in the brightness, I moved and leaned against the trunk of a great tree, my head pressing the crannied bark, my hands pushing on the hard roots that had broken through the ground. Upon such solid, tangible stuff, I knew what I was doing, and against the tree, I clutched firmly at the roots, and dug my sharp heels into the grass-covered earth.
I made my first acquaintance with her one maye, foxy night, when the yellow street-light glowed marvelly into the darkness; I could see little of her features, and we said nothing. We were encompassed by a double curtain of night and midtide that made our peculiarly intimate, and we came to know each other better in those few darling hours when they had gone out for dinner at the door of my house, we voiced no articulate farewell but as I ran to my room, tears of happiness were in my throat.
"These are mine, too," she said. "The trees, the river which is hidden in the folds of the hills there below, the black and purple trees; the very winds that blow by us and across the valley are mine."
I did not dart, in the daylight, look her fall in the face a second time, but closed my eyes that I might not see.
Her voice was soft as a low wind at night. "Look behind you," she said. "Those dark pines in the grove are mine; the leaf-strewn path, damp in the shadow, winding among the trees and down over the river." She waited, then said, and they have been here always. Look to the north; the ground curves down to a plain where crocuses a great white eduition goes to house me. I did not stay there; no tenure of wood or stone, no matter how big it might be. I went into the yard, and there lies my river. Have you ever rowed up an island and built a campfire there, and listened to the frogs at the water's edge? If you heard them, and the slow splash of the waves against the shore, and the high music of tree-tops bending and swinging at the rhythm of the wind, you were hearing nee.
Rastledly I got to my feet and shook my hair in the wind's face. This creature frightened me; I turned, and stumbled up the stone path to gain the best view of her face. She held her hands; but without turning my head, I hurried past the buildings made of red and brown stone, half hoping that some one of these dark-shadowed doorways we passed might engulf and keep her. But she elicited them as skillfully as I did. I heard the woman talk at a white read, and at last reached the brow of a hill that looks south. I threw myself on the ground, my checkets hoot with running, and fixed my eyes stubbornly on the valley that lay below, which rother, on terrace of small hills, to lose itself finally in the snow, and still find where the tree tops ended and the sky began.
No.133
BITTERSWEET
DIY IKEEWEE!
These things have power to taunt me
When the dream came true.
In childhood, long age;
Some little ginchum dresses
On a laundry line,
And popped tracks in snow;
An empty porch swing swaying
In a winter wind,
A long forgotten tune,
The starkly outlined branches
Of a locust tree
Against an orange moon,
Nurtured Phonem
Margaret Plummer,
TO J. S.
Sun
On the rapids of the dam.
Love
On the whirlpool of my life.
Sunset
Make rainbows on the dam.
Dying love
But ghostly echecs to haunt the duck.
—Pollie Marie.
FROM MT. OREAD
This night I climbed the beckoning heights
That overlook the town,
I stood upon the mountain crest
And looked confusely down
To see a myriad, pricking light
The starry splendid vie,
And awore I stood upon my head
And gazeed into the sky.
CONTENT
I would not change today.
Though in the sight of Him,
I indeed He is.
I desire to only waste,
I learn no truths.
Nur tried to learn—
Memory is somehow absurd.
The future short and vague;
the future angry and rageful;
But for that brief time
I have been myself.
I would not change today.
T O T. R. T.
Your love to my life
Was as moon on dark water.
You taught me to live,
And to make of life joy.
Then you left me alone
And my life is as dark
As still water at midnight
On a night without moon.
Hope Chest
By Lyle Gifford
Outside the windows of our large office I could see snow, driving so steadily toward the ground that it might have been a coarsely textured sheet of rippling linen. The voice of the wind howled, subsided, and moved like a wave of a clack of typewriters droned on, but we clerks watched the windows anxiously. My home was several miles away, to be reached only by a long and slow car route, and I began to wonder if I could get there.
A rumor arose and grow, started one no one knew where, that we were to be sent home—and it was not yet three o'clock! We stopped work to chat excitedly, imagining that the storm was growing taller, bringing cold ride ahead of me, on a street car, hosted by one small iron stove, and shivered at the thought.
Daisy, across the desk from me, called out, "Hey, there! This'll be a grand chance for you to stay all night with me; want to? Then we'll be close to the hotel and can help on cup down here in no time."
I hesitated. I had been working here, and had known Daily, for less than a week. But the wind shrieved past the building, and listening to it, and dreadting it, I agreed to stay the night with her.
The rumor that we were to be sent home early proved true. The office manager assigned us to the cars which were to take us, and we ran to the clockroom for our coats and hats. We drained briefly
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