SUNDAY, MARCH 2, 1930
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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scholarship, and Betty. Peach the award for activities. A formal initiation dinner was held at the chapter house in 7 p. m.
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The women who were initiated are:
Carol Cost, Hutchinson, Mary Corges,
Humboldt, Margaret Schmidt,
Mary Lefkowitz, Barbara Pearson,
pendence; Mildred Sanders, Phamanton;
Anee Arnott, Williamstown,
Ruth Cushing, Corvellia; Mary
Heaton, Joanne Wareham;
Henaton, Baldwin; Therine Kluge,
Hercington; Laurel Ladle, Kansas
City; Helen Kinney, Lawrences; Nilma
Semprey, Simprave; and Lotn Mae.
Alumnus who were present for the initiation and dinner were; Mrs. La Verne Bronsham Trevor, A. B. 721 Montgomery College, Montgomery, Delaware of Gouman Chi Beau; Amna Loa Roghes Beauty Towers, Lila Martin Quinn; Margaret Towers, Mrs. K. N. Woodward; Paula Coat, Elizabeth Brown; Sarah Cromwell, Elizabeth Brown; Shimmons, Kannya Cam; Dorothy Gruber; Hutchinson; Lola Linncock; Topeka; Pauline Christian, Easley Springs; Helen Ribbon Houses, Mary Springs; and Gabriel Johnston Lawrence.
Chi Omega announces the initiation Saturday, March 1, of the following womens' katyryn Hayes, Portland Tigers; Kaitlyn Hoyt, Kansas City; Herzertoniel, Kansas City; Margaret Mackie, Scanlonem; Lacuna Quantile, Kansas City; Marjorie Wilson, Stroud City; Frances Schwain, Odorem, Chicago; Hayes, Odorem; Mary Jane Silveo, Milwaukee; Jill Browne, El Dorado; Marjorie Wellington, Ellwood; Veronica Foster, Topkapi Springs; Ekka,
Thi Kappa fraternity initiates seven men yesterday afternoon at o'clock. They were Robert Pike of Glaceau and Charlie DeGinger, of S Joseph; William Sharkey, of Chicago and Stephen Stark, of Leaveworth; William Stanley a Topoka; Edwin Mullery, of Kansas City, Kan.
The Delta SigmaLambda fraternity gave a party last night at the Ivyland Music Center for orchestra from Kansas City furnished the music. The chaperones include Mrs. P., R. O. Running, Mrs. Jane Matei, Mrs. J. H. Kreamer, and Mr. Evan Oaken.
The following guests were present: Clinton Calvin, Forest Calvin, Dem Rhodes, John Baugh, John M. Den Coughlin and Artha Bell.
Pi Kaiwan Alpha announces the introduction of the following one into the institution: Carlie Smith, of Armay; Rob Fulton, of Gleditsch, B. II; Willman Hagman, and James Burhart, of Mount Vernon; Shaun, of Scam, and John Sinning, of Holton John Lauden, of Topok; Richard Kansas City, Ky.; Victor Tennessey and Morte Togardine, of Liberal; Josh
A large number of alumni and of officers of the fraternity were present at the ceremony as today is also after the sixty-second anniversary of the founding of the fraternity. Founder'd day, day-inspired, will be held tonight at the chapter house.
Alpha Kappa Lambda entertaineth with an all-sports party last night in their house. The decorations and cost
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Phone 689 Insurance Bldg
FIRST CLASS BARBER SHOP
BOB STEWART
818 Mass Lawrence K.
838 Mass. Lawrence.Kan
Sheet Metal Work and Furniture
E. W. PENCHARD
Roacking - Guttering - Shuttles
Phone 2451 13 Easrt Kth 8
LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY
Eye Glasses Exclusively
1025 Mass.
MODERN SHOE SHOP J. A. LYONS
836% Mass. Lawrence, Kan
FRANK H. LESCHER
812% Mass. Phone 25)
GOOD REICHAL,
Dealer and Walgreens Paints
Lacquer and Wax.
6120 Opp. For DPt. 207 - 209 W. WdL
H. W. HUTCHINSON
713 Mast. House Bldg. Phone 19
HAILDY DAMVEN MOTORCYCLES
Rooft and Used
KNOLES CYCLE SHOP
Phone 915 1014 Mast
Official Weekly Calendar March 2 to 8
3 p.m. Worcester Glee club voiceband - Martin hall
4 Orgen Veeper - University Auditorium
Monday, March 3
6:30 p.m. Indoor Arena, here-center administration auditorium
a Filipino Area facility, central-accented Administration auditorium
b Filipino Area facility, central-accented Administration auditorium
Tuesday, March 4
2. jam. Debate practice—central Administration auditionism.
4. 1020 University Senate—central Administration auditionism.
5. W.S.G.A. regular meeting and supper—central Administration
cont.
26 McDowell club meeting - central Administration auditorium,
8 WS.G.A. mass music and nomination - Marin hall.
815 "Love in a Mud" by Dramatic club - little theater, Praiser hall,
Wednesday May 5
2 p.m. Macdale club meeting - central Administration auditorium,
80 WS.G.A. mass music and nomination - rest room,
820 Backstreet (Missouri), Theater.
820 Moor's Glee club receives - Marrin hall.
825 "Love in a Mud" by Dramatic club - little theater, Praiser hall
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
That Young Man's Hair Is Gray!
By Frank Howser
Fright plays cruel pranks on its victims. Distorted ideas and depleted nervous systems are often the result, but the most obvious and awe-inspiring remnant is the sight of a youthful person with hair bleached to a dead white. The cells at the base of the hair roots are left helpless, unable to function properly. The skin is covered in secretions of glands that flow only under intense specific emotional strain.
Seldom does the fright approach such proportions as to wreak such havoc, but there are many interesting tales to be told concerning the experience of those unfortunate who are destined to spend their youth explaining why they carry a hoary hatch upon their heads.
Preumetally white hair was prevalent during the days of the Spanish Inquisition. Bruntzees went to their punishment in order to be freed from a cruel characteristic of religious zealots. A few hours of the rack, wheel, burning brands, and other dialogical devices,however, helped them overcome wickets, even bounced even to their eyelashes.
Wars are industries of fear and many instances may be recounted where soldiers have returned to their camp after a scene of atrocities in such a state of mental agony that old age rushes upon them, marking wrinkles in their faces and gray in their hair.
During the Civil War a parcel of Union infantry entrenched a farm in northern Missouri and asked for a suitable hideout from pursuing Southerners. The farm was deserved save for a boy of seventeen and his sister. The children guided the Northern group to a distant thicket and then returned to the house, where the enemy thundered over them. The girl made huge brass soap-kettle. The boy opened the door.
"Where did those blue cows go?" bellowed the Southern leader.
When the relief party found the two men in the cab they were pinned tightly together. Steam was
"I haven't seen any soldiers," the boy replied. Threats followed. The lad insisted he had no knowledge of their whereabouts, in fact he did not know the Union men from the Southerners.
He was beaten and cuffed. The Southerners endeavored to win his secret from him with brushes, but they were not successful. After repeated failures they held a low-voiced conversation, and seizing the trembling victim they lifted him to a handle and rode a half mile to a clump of woods. They drove a stake to which he was tied. Nearby brush sticks dangled from the wall as it was lighted. The toy stood blindfolded and listened to the cracking sounds that could never have reached him.
At the thirteenth hour of our journey the train struck a frenzy switch and the engine topped up.
The regiment then role away into the approaching dusk. One called and assured the panic-striken youth that there would be a “hot time in Hell topi­t.”
The following morning a rescue party found the boy, in a dead fatal. The brach was still small and his heart was bleeding. He was soon dead.
On a cold, snowy morning in mid-January two men pulled their heavy caps low upon their foreheads and climbed into the cab of a fast 2500 boat heading for Kansas City terminal yards on a long run to Chicago. Behind it followed thirty-two passenger coaches and several mail cars. The engineer and the driver were brothers. They were devoted to the man and had worked side by side for twelve years.
Probably the most frequent tragedies of the present day are associated with railroads. Trainmen, like others who carry the safety of the public upon their shoulders, realize a deep seated responsibility.
Last summer, signals were mirred by the engineers of two passenger trains running the mountain line of the Pueblo-Rio Grande railway. To warn them was impossible, and the operator sat in his station that clung to the steep rock precipice and listened for the rumble that would tell him the two trains would meet before his eyes and fall through hundreds of feet to the valley below. He clicked to see what happened. The passengers anesthetics. Then he ran wildly through the brush and forests, always away from the winding tracks.
Meanwhile, the engineers discovered their errors and the collision was avoided. A week later, he wished for an outburst of energy, vanished a young man of twenty-five. He returned with the appearance of a wrinkled, gray-hair-perfused suit.
The Twelve-Year-Old and the Spice Cake
Bu Maru Alta Oswald
Today was cook's afternoon. She baked a cake in the morning for dessert at night. It was just lucky that I heard cook tell mother about it. I was intrigued by what she said and put out in the yard working with her flowers. I knew she would be there all afternoon. Besides, she thought I was over at the park playing ball with
There on the shelf beside the window sat the most beautiful cake that cook ever made, and all of cook's cakes are beautiful beaches being good to eat. It was a round cake of three layers, and it was covered all over with white icing. For a minute, I just stood and looked at it. On top, the icing was almost smooth with only a few tiny tippers. It had run over the sides for a little way. Toward the bottom of the cake, there were two small bowls down, because it had become rough and grasped where her knife had tried to smooth it.
I went up to the cake and ran two fingers over its surface. It felt as smooth as enamel, but not so软. I pushed hardened with one finger, and the icing cracked a little. When I took my finger away there
I leaved and sniffed. It smelled a little like spice cake. I knew cook always puts raisins in her spice cakes. I love raisins in spice cakes. I sniffed again, and then I was sure it was spice cake. I knew
I found a big butcher knife to cut the cake, I hated to spoil the nice smooth ice. I raised the heavy, old knife, and held it in my mid air while I rolled it around the cake. That looked something like the center, and I pushed. The cake squashed down, and the ice cracked; when I saved back and forth, it was easier to cut. The knife aligned near the bottom so that it diced nicely. Then I had cracked the plate. Then Mother would be mad.
I cut a large wedge out of the cake. It did have raisins in it—big, juicy, black ones. I picked out a raisin and ate it. I ate another raisin, and then I decided to eat the cing. I broke off all the cing and ate it. Then I began to cat the cake. It was such good cake. I ate the top layer first without any cing. The cing on the second layer still was good. I sliced the cing into two layers and decided to leave the cing on the third layer and eat the cing and cake together. I finished that piece and I wanted more.
I looked at the cake. It certainly had a big bake in its side. I did not see how another little slice was on top.
I took the big knife again and cut another slice. That piece was bigger than the first. This time I began with the point and ate in, thus leaving the most ice to enjoy just at the last. The second piece did not last long but I was afraid to entreat another one. There was only about three-fourths of it.
I hurried to the door, and turned for one backward glance. The cake looked untouched when I stood at the door. I almost whistled it had been untucked, because I was feeling a little sick. I turned my head quickly, and hurried out and away from the cake in the pantry.
I brushed all the crumbs on the plate into a pile. Then I ate them slowly wishing I had eaten the two pieces of cake slowly. I might have enjoyed them more. I had gobbled them in such a big hurry,
I tırmed the cake invlidnt down on it, the grip could be seen. I put the cake up on an高 shelf with the empty space still to the wall. It could not be seen now. That was only delaying discovery, however. Mother would see it as soon as she took it down. Maybe she would think a rat had eaten it. I wished I had left all the edge uneven; a rat would naturally chew a cake that way. I
spurting in great volumes onto the face of one. His brother and friend were scaffled by the scalded man's head. The man could not move and lost all of his control. Two days later his hair was white.
Six members of a national fraternity in an western state conceived a new method of having one of their brothers pass through the railroad tracks, captress train was due and they escorted him into the black night and tied him across the railroad tracks. They made certain the youth was a foot below the bridge within six inches of his head, then they left him.
The boy lay helpers and listened to the rail beneath his ear sing his swan song. As the thundering wheels advanced and the bovine bloomed over them, he was struck in the face. He too, had turned gray within a few minutes.
March Winds
used to, (Feels over nose lightly, shakes his head.) Y, L—Ah, don't, you know I didn't mean you that way, now, Mr. Selling. But can it be unfair?
Y. L—Oh, sure—surely.
(There is an insep, during which untold Chironomus have died of progress, manifested by wire birdheads. The Young Instructor looks around overly, then升堂, instructs and drops an open gradebook over his eyes.)
Y. I...I'm sure my papers must be pretty riten.
Y. I...Mihmn. (Starts, then smiles engagingly).
The smile is invisible. Not at all. Your papers are
not so tidy as they seem to be drilling
a hundred and eighty; freshen them!
Y. L.-(Whose heart has given a mighty leap, how can he keep her self respect). Now I don't believe in you.
Y. I. — 'S true, (Apparently sinks back into a world elsewhere)
Y. L.- Not at all. (The Young Lady wanders off,
sweet to say I could kiss you.)
(The young lady performs the contortion by which one rests both elbows on the ground while remaining stretched.)
Y. L.-Mamma! Don't!
Y. L. I could! . . . Have you thought of the assignment yet?
Y. L.-Oh, God, Assignments. On a day like this! (Silence. We were in the Chicago Board of Trade at the moment, they would see wheat board to an eighth split. They aren't.)
Y. L.—You only gave me a B last semester.
Y. L—Yeah. If you hadn't sat on the back row and that guy gave your ear, he'd have made
Y. L.-I did not! How horrible.
Y. L—Not at all, Shifts a shoulder-blade).
Y. L. —(Very low.) Do you know what I'd like to do?
Y. L—Well?
Y. L. You have such awfully nice hair.
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(The young lady runs her carers through blithe hilt, as she go out to walk. He can be seen to purr.)
Y. L.—Nice day.
(Footstep! The young instructor shudges slightly,
removes the grade-book and rolls over.)
Y, L—Yes. Telle est la vie.
Y. L.- What? Can't you remember at all what the assignment was about?
Y. I.-Damnation, I'll tell you, I'll call you up.
You the Young lady arrives. He sits up and smiles.
He stares at me.
Y.L.—(Her own bright self again.) Will you, Mr.
Solling? Oh, thank you so much!
Y. I.-Not at all. (The Young Lady wanderes, gain momentum and purpose as she disappears.) Not at all. (Struggles to go.) Five times Ive go. (Struggles to go-). Ohm! Heilt! I till I ve Solling thought!
(He finds a chigger bite on the left calf. Although he doesn't know it—he really isn't so smart, this Assistant Instructor Holloway—the Prince Minister of Justice has an important right log of his腕痕, at the very moment when
The curtain falls.）
Justice for Brunettes
speech, and they will expand it through never-ending changes. Assuming, though, that even E. E. Cummings wishes to write poetry that somebody will read, to what will that post compare brown eyes? Does anybody know that a Cowie bite? Nature, having developed brown eyes, had used all the beauty in that color, and there was left no material for the construction of poeic images. And black is beautiful only in rockes and mineralr—hard and cruel would be one who found beauty in hard and cruel, black eyes and the cold excellence of black marble.
The problem, so stated, presents stupendous difficulties. However, whatever may be the opinion of practical men, to the reformer, right in right and wrong, it is essential to monopolize our poetry, therefore it certainly is right for some one to present a solution to this problem. Will the poets of Mount Oreud accept the challenge?
"I remember that a group of poets, in which I once found myself, spent over an hour fighting over the answer to the question, "What is the color of a dog's bark?"
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