SUNDAY, MARCH 16, 1930
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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Alpha Omicron IU held initiation, this morning, for the following women: Beaver Leochen, of Claflin; Muriel Vierzer, of Denton, Roberta Maria, of Mandeville; Roberta Maria, of Theresa Jodiskin, and Junita Mome, of Kansas City; Maryine Lombardia, of Sepunau, Olbia; Eileen Davies, of Maryhouse, Mary House, of Apleton City, Mo.
Alhamede present were: Amelia Woodward, Elizabeth Fryer, Avery Rowell, Barbara Swanson, Rowell, Valentine Swanson, Nadine Hodgson, Bernice Peterson, of Kuwait City; Nicole Gwory Cash, of Panama City; Nigel Gwory Cash, of Panama City; and Florence Leurvey, of Laurensville.
The animation services lowed by a formal banquet
bitts, Pittsburgh, William Mintoff, Cot
loyville; Nolle Holloway, Topeka,
Webb Schidt, Paul Stuart, Dora
Gross, Palmer Lindeberg, and Chronec
Erratt, Carl Peen, ensign, United
States Navy, was an house guest of
Mr. and Mrs. V, I. Morrison, Mrs.
Marie French, and Mrs. Jennie Mitchell were the chaperones.
Delia Zeta security gave an informal parity at the chapter house last week, but the two were the only traina furnished the musical. The chapels were mere, Mr. and Mrs. Kougeue who had been in charge.
The following guests were present:
Lilia Sung, Catherine Gaworth, Mary M. Craig, Michael Cultru, Martin Brennan, Amanda Mook, James Rathbury, and the Mickey Gleider of Leusworthy
Phi Delta Theta held its annual "Matinee Meat" at the Memorial Union building, last night from 6 to 10 p.m. at Kappa City, furnished the music. The St. Patrick's day motif was carved cut in the decorations, the wings being drawn in green and white, and the main floor covered with drumkicks.
Dorothy Winchester and Charlotte Hale, of Hutchinson, are week-end guests at the Gamma Phi Beta house.
Week-end guests at the pha Thieu house are: A. Hinderwood College, Hinterwood, of Winfield.
Miss Derecho Leonard,
City, is a week-end guy.
Theta Phi Alpha house.
sas City, and Helen Prater, of Kan
sas City.
Gorets present were: Eva Linn
Carter, of Wichita; Hilum Johnson,
of Greely; Cole; Kattleon Findley
and Catherine Good, of Kansas City;
Michael Novak, of New York; Norvez,
of Hastingsun; Mr. and Mrs.
O. W. Mallowy, Mr. Fred Coulson, of
Kansas Gamma chapter
Phi Epsilon fraternity
main costume "bowyer best
chapter house last night,
decorations were used
by the Alba Chio Gomega of
the Alba Chio Gomega of
Mary Gilbert, of the Sig
house; M. C. H. L. Hades,
pa quaieron Pi house,
Charla Leonora of the Sigra
Mrs. C, G. Wanger, of in visiting Josephine H Kappa, Kappa Garima week end.
Dinner guests, at the house today? Beaty Wichita, and Hermine Ne Lyons.
The N.C. Dancer enters a bridge jury at the 16 last supporter. The 30-patient juror discovers the retrievements.
Out-of-town guests were Miller and Helen Decker, o. Boe Jooqian and den Neo Jooqian. Mitchener, Elmer Hire, Geleey, George E, Stafford, Phiplas, Thomas E, Chiche Charles Loyon, of Kauai Webbman, of S.
Pi Upailon entertained a twenty-first annual spring party Friday evening at the Paley Center for the Performing Arts, colorful, green and carried all through 10 dinner dance. Music was played by Jake Curtis, which played from 7 to 1 for the features of the event specially given by Hila Koulos in blue with the middle west.
Dorothy Bolton is a dri
nt the Alpha XI Delta-hous
Agneau's band surprised with a group of newly arran positions, making one of the 12 entrances to place between the concerts followed by the arranged p dancing for the evening. Guests at the party were lows; Robert Murrey, Kan
The actives of Abba C wore bosteens at a 'o' lcwn given yesterday in hoc infinites, J. W. M. wren, N. E. B. Leaveworth; Charlotte H chinnon; Mrs. John Blue John Nelson, and Mr. Rex wawe, we wait at the lunchme.
Phi Mu Alpha, musical announces the pledging Davis.
"Put" and "Patricia"
charge of the St. Patricks
given at Westminster hall to
the musicians, including the
decorations, and the stunts, and the music
three families present, the
music, the dancing, the O'Connells were given candy at the end of the ex receiving the highest seven
numerous games and center
The formal R.O.C.T. MLC held Friday night in the U.S., was larger and more modern than before, to answer to opinion of member cers of the unit who were Kansas City, Tulsa, an worth, Lieut. A. B. LeGatte and Mrs. W. A. Bonalez, a professor of military science the head of the receiving station, J. Nold, Lieut. and Mrs. Myers, and Mr. and Mrs. G. Allinbaum. Decorations were given during the evening.
The chaperones were Lantz and Mr. Edwin Pric
Englin, R. C., Pedden, of
Washington, met with
his sister, Gamma Delta,
before for Romacova to finish his
play.
Oodles of Knowledge
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pailed out my black notebook to be sure my procedure was right.
Item number one: Arrive in town. I am.
Item number two: Ask local druggist for names of milkfat, and secure recommendations.
So I walked into the gloomy backdrop, feeling as guilty as though I had baddoggie whisky in my value instead of my money. I took a few stray fingers to my shoulder, who said face-powder, but this one must have been different. I started to speak and all I said was, "Milk chocolate." Imagine it! But my friend, a girl, gave me a few kisses before I laid, I had the ministers' names.
But the ministers were all sick or out of town. The notebook said that school teachers were the next heat bet. It must have been a cool one, as his wife assured me confidentially that some other time might be better. And when I heard him talking to his Chevey in the backyard I believed her. Well, it was a wonderful day.
The cashier at the restaurant recommended me to a rooming house where my repastion would remain intact, and I sought it out. The house was a freight-car-red color, and covered with vines, but the old couple was adorned with a flower wall in the tiny room where it was possible to take off your hat and turn around after you had shaved your hat-box under the bed and as hot—well, it was hot. Being used to going to college I felt as though I had done a day's work, so I stayed in my room and tried to memorialize the experience. It was time to eat again.
The next day I started to work. The indices of the town, seemingly of the same species as those at home but I saw a side of them I hadn't known nice hides in. In the first place the cows that were nailed beside the doors, "Agents are not nainted here!" The idea! There was one at the first house where I called. But I said to myself as I punched the doors and answered, "You have an agent on account you haven't sold anything yet."
But I was wrong. I smiled as severely as I usually do at ladies who look like my muse Mary, but she just glanced at me best and then gave me a bewitchy bury for the next few months. She told me so. I guess must have been going to entertain visiting revivalists; it took two coco cola and a limestone to revive my sister.
For two or three days I had indifferent success in gaining access to houses. I had always had inhibitions going places where I am not wanted, and it took some time for me to learn how to have a speaking suspicion that the ones who did let me in were harshly wanting distraction without effort. They would listen dreamily, then make an irrelevant remark to me, and put me off. They couldn't take me seriously.
For instance, there was a huge house where the rich widow who despised agents lived. That seemed to be a good place to lose my inhibitions so I called. She let me in. I couldn't imagine what an old lady with two huge sets of encyclopedias would use with mine, but I tried to cater to her. She had a book of the Lord's Prayer and Adel. I hope they pray in Ladin's Aul1]. She stopped me in the middle of a very good sentence.
"You don't i need like a submarine, and bask in the sun. Your prospects, gathered up my blanks, and wont hurt you."
"You don't look like a salesman," she said.
"I njm a new乒队." I confessed, wondering if I didn't just my suit, but my suit my clothing, and she ignored it.
She brought out some lemonade. We sat and giggled over anecdotes about her agents and my mother's agents, and before I left, she had given me pages of lowdown on her neighbors' mnats, children, and peculiar weaknesses of each. But she didn't buy a book.
I swallowed, gasped and decided on the truth.
"Fighters."
"How old are you?"
And believe it or not, my first sale was to an old man. It was speecheslessness, not courtship, that made the man.
"Eighteen."
then for a week I had a streak of luck. I told to every family who had a child starting to high school, "Do you want me to go?"
When they had all signed, and the town was small, I took out my notebook again. It said, "Sell this book to mammals with babies in the crib, carpenters, telephone girls, and farmers, besides ordinary people. I was easy of punishing. The number of mammals that need to try the last on the list, not the ordinary people," the farmers.
"Are only thing that hindered was a way out to the first open spaces—I didn't have any, but the gun was there," he said to the gun.
When Winter's winds, and rains, and snows, are
SPRING
more.
Now they begin to dom the unit of green,
Look overhead, white fleecy clouds are seen.
The dew kissed flowers not to them at dawn.
While morning lingers like a gentle gown
That chauce to drink from out the Hippeacre,
And having heard their chanting, passes on.
Ah, nature, then, how gloorious thou art,
When all my beauty stands before man's view!
And if perchance it stands alone, apart,
As the majestic mountains always do,
A shrine, a pathway where men oft have trod.
Some see, there, evolution, others, God.
what a good driver I wan, and ran the car almost into the plate glass window. He didnt appreciate my margin of safety, nor care for a prospective salad of Ford and co-ed. And there werent another available car in town. What would you do? Oh, no, you wouldn't walk! Murder and three strives will out. I took a horse and huggy. And it listened to it, of it it on the suspect list from now on.
-Daruse
Can you see a high-topped, swaying buggy pulled by a sleepy red horse, and in the exact center of the seat, a girl in a nicely fitting dress and new hat, hanging on to the lines with one hand, and trying to prod Betty along with the other? I couldn't sit down. But she was smiling. Contestination swing like a perch swing—almost.
The preceding day the old lady's husband and I had grenched the wheels and washed it with a hose since it had been stored in the chicken house. That morning I got up early to get out of town before the citizens were abroad. I didn't care for any cancelled orders.
The air was fresh and cool. The trees were alive with birds, and the smooth road seemed to lead straight to the gray horizon. I breathed deeply, trembling, and looked up. I stepped at the militant's house and said a book.
I went on. Salesmanhip stirred and died while a fully fatigued German woman waked her hands frantically in my face and mummed for her beloved homeland. For an hour I left her forget her son in jail and her abashed daughter whom the wricken teacher was putting back a grade, village, village, village. And Betsey cropped grass centedly and didn't care that I was getting educated.
All morning we went farther and farther into the country. Between each step we had a long walk to ourselves. It might have been a trot had it not been for Betsy's disposition. The sun and wind held their early coolness and grew hot. The stew stood on out my face and Betsy grew cross. She revenged herself by standing still when we not now anyone, but look unconscious or subconscious at their smiles.
But when we had the road to ourselves it was fun to watch the grass-hopper hop, and sunflower sum. I laughed out loud at myself and didn't care. Then I went on for a while and found out more about Kansas that I hadn't suspected.
nery and I were both tired. She walked as though she could scarcely move, until we started for home, and then the hypocritical beast started to trot. The road went along a railroad track and so did a train. Betsy run. We were John Glinpin in a buggy. The passengers stuck their head into the window and wondrously fell for the winner winser and bound and rescue me. The buggy felt like it was coming to pieces. But Betty was too lazy to keep it up. We rattled into town after dark, thank goodness!
I got into a settlement where the men were long black beards and only the children could understand me. The rest stood around and stared and jabbed. I know they were criticizing my hair-cut and the way my nose turned up. It was quite disconcerting. I advised mothers to see doctors about their allying children. I discussed sororities with an ally and had them take care of a sleeping baby. I ate lunch in a house surrounded by weeds and crumbled up the bread in my plate so not to appear too rue.
The next morning was cool and cloudy, but we started anyway. We were two miles from town when it started to rain. Then it started to pour. We turned towards town while I pulled some dirty carts from under the seat and tried to wrap them about me. I left Belaty at the livery stable, and when I got home, my crop dress was six inches above. It was wet. But that might have happened to anyone.
At my room was urgent summons to come home. I had used up my vacation money. It still is a mystery to me how the rest chickens got into the introduction. But someone did get the "Oodles of Knowledge."
Penny
By Marjorie Meir
Everyone called her Penny. Her full name was Pententery Johnson, and her mother had chosen it because her worthless father had been "bain't time" when about a third of her was a very black little girl for fourteen years old.
Saturday afternoon she was standing in front of McElm's general store, landing her hands alternately on her knees before me and singing, "Greme mush bed hud batten and乳狗, baby. Greme mush bed hud batten and乳狗. Don TI1 go adjust'tu tru de white fokes in the cup." I didn't see him eating. I stared in a crap bag a little too long, honey?
Just as she finished her song an old negro man came dog-trotting around the corner. He stopped, walked hastily to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Pennie, chile, you betteh go home, honey. Dul mule kicked yummy man in de hale, and she's right bad hurt." She stopped, stepped their tapping rhythm. She stood perfectly for a moment, then turned and ran down an alley and out of sight.
The next afternoon Penny sat on the front bench in a bare little church, listening to her mother's funeral service. Behind her almost all the negroes in McKenzie sat and shuffled their feet in time to see what she saw. They were their feet partly because of the endless rhythm in their souls, and partly because the benches on which they sat were hard and uncomfortable, and had no backs. At the front of the room was an old table, quite obviously taken from somebody's kitchen, and there was a black cloth stood at the right.
A door at the back of the church opened, and a procession of negro women dressed in long, white robes, entered and moved slowly down the aside. They were half clanking, half singing. "The old ark's a movover," a movover, a movover, the old ark's
When the chair was seated the women begin to sway away and forth in union with the congregation and to chant in wailing voices, "obbliblu Lubyss-" Poor Sir Henry," over and over again." Only little
At last the preserver, dressed like the members of the choir, took his place behind the table, and began his sermon, "Brothers and sisters, I takes my text from de forty-second chapter of Matthew. My text 'is shew her' house, but she gone! Today I walk down to Siang Jenny's house, an i say, 'Little house, why Siang Jenny' an i say, 'I don't know, I don't go,' and she gone! Then I go in an i say to the bed, 'Bed, wha' Siang Jenny, and de bed said, 'I don't know—she warl' heath, but she gone.'
The preacher's monotonous voice droned on and on as he listed things and place to whom he had talked about the whereabouts of Si Susan, always getting the same answer, "She warl' heath, but she gone." He be said, "And breders do what thing I mean to tell you his afternoon is at some somebody gain to ask what you be, and day's 'gain' goes," I don't know — she warth heath, but she gone?"
The sermon was finished, and the chair sang once more. Then the congregation filled slowly out of the church, followed by the chiristers in their white robes, the minister, and six men who carried the coffin. Only Pemy remained behind, her head dropped forward, her eyes closed, oblivious to all that was happening. The song that the procession sang as it moved down the road came back more and more faithfully, and the man how he moved, wrote on du huckberry, du黄牙. You might slip, and you soul be lost, Du黄牙 de du huckberry, Du黄牙. stitch, sitch, don't you be so niry, Nistch, mint"——
The old negro who had first told Penny of her mother's injury came into the church, walked softly down the aisle, and leaned over the little girl. She was sound asleep, and very drunk.
DAY IS DONE
Yet once again I delved into the mystery box of life and withdrew a creature queen in shape. All gray is seemed like robes of elegant runs, the then it glanced like yellow gold And glittered in the light. I tried in vain to gather it and hold it tight. But are the gleaming mass was formed and shaped and mingled with the gold his garments. Then all was gray again. The mystery was done and God called it a day.
the mystery was done and God called it a day.
- Ronaldo Peronas
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