SUNDAY, MARCH 2, 1930
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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scholarship, and Betty. Beach the award for activities. A formal initiation dinner was held at the chapter house at 7 p.m.
The women who were imbicated are:
Carol Cost, Hutchinson, Mariage Ossart,
Humboldt, Margaret Schmitz,
Marc Bannister, James Watson,
pendence; Midland, Sanders, Zhananton;
Anne Arnett, Williamston,
Ruth Cushing, Convocation; Mary
Brown, Larry Beaton;
Heaton, Badwin; Therine Kijpe,
Herrington; Loclie Lake, Kansas
City; Helen Kijpe, Lawerence; Gilman
City; Sampaio, and Lolo Mae;
Pratt
Alumnae who were present for the initiation and dinner were: Mrs. La Verne Brunnough Stover, A. B. Lilian Kauaia City, interchurch vice-president of the Alumnae Association, Brigitte Boussac, Lila Martin Quinn, Margaret Hovey, Mesa, N. K. Woodward; Paula Cost, Elizabeth Devon, Darby Shelly and Emmie Jeanne Courant; Barbara Gruner, Hutchinson; Lola Lima Topoka; Paul Christiani, End Springs; Robin Bhoen Goose, Paule Hanata, and Edith John
Chi Omega announces the 5th
Saturday, March 1 of the fair
women. Kathryn Hayes, Porsche
Hertzelius, Kansas City; Mary
Machik, Scammon; Luckia Quinn
Marjorie Wilson; Strong, C.
Francesca Schwann, Olsonate, M.
Hayes, Obermay; Mary Jean Seu
Marjorie Wilson; Strong, C.
El Dorado; Margarine Welling
Elloworth; Varanus Fopper, Top
Morgan, Kaiser; John Ohl, Kaiser,
Kansas City; Marigare St.
Thelm and Thelmus Hart, Lailin
Phi Kappa fraternity initi
seven men yesterday afternoon
o'clock. They were Robert Pit
of Glason; Charles Deginger,
of Joseph; William Sharvey, of Chie-
ficus; and John Lindsay, of Leavenworth; William Stinne
Topken; Edwin Malloy, of Kin-
city, Kan.
The Delta SigmaLambda tribute gave a party last night at it (Tuesday) and the orchestra from Kansas City, the music. The chaperones inchs B, O, B. Running, Mrs. Jane K. Young, H. J. Heerman, X and Eva Ones.
The following guests were present Clifton Calvin; Corinne Calvin, Bald Rehodes, John Baum, Becca Donougham, Don Coulphin and Art Bell.
K.P. Keopan Alpham announces the lion of the following men into leadership:
Caroline Smith, of Arma; Rob Fulton, of Galesburg, IL; Will Hagnam, and James Burgham, of Stamford, NH; Slain and John Shilling, of Slain John Landoes, of Tupelo; Richie Kansas City, KS; Victor Tapewicz, Kansas City, KS; Victor Tapewicz and Morte Tapewicz of Liberal J.K. Kansas City, KS; Morte Tapewicz of Kraemer of Maryville; Robert Isdele of Hinsworth; Eugene Bayle of Sevenen and Harold William
Alpha Kappa Lambda entertain with an all-sports party last night at their house. The decorations and co-
A large number of alumni and hosts of the fraternity were present at the ceremony at today is also sixty-seven anniversary of the founding of the Fraternity Founder'd day, banquet will be be brought in the chapter house.
Business and Professional DIRECTORY
--and turned to her sweeping at the sound of their knightrish.
BUTLER MOTORS
Wilton Knight and Wingtip Car
G - s'd Used Cars           617-19 Mass. 5
THE CHARLETON INS. AGENCY
Wilton Knight & Co.
May Render Service.
Phone 689 Insurance Bldg
FIRST CLASS BARBER SHOP
BOB STEWART
818 Mass. Lawrence, KA
838 Mass. Lawrence, Kan
Sheet Metal Work and Earnaca
E. W. PENCHARD
Roofing - Guttering - Skylights
Roofing - Gutteering - Skylights
Phone 245 13 East 8th St
LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY
Eye Glasses Exclusively
1025 Mass.
MODERN SHOE SHOP J.A. LYONS
J. A. LYONS 836 $ \frac{1}{2} $ Mass. Lawrence, Kan.
FRANK H. LESCHEB
SHOW REPAIRING
SHOE REPAIRING
812 1/2 Mass. Phone 250
GOOD 8 RICHARDS
Dealer in Wilmington and Paints
Liquors and Wax.
Ph. 620 Fire Dien. 207-209 W. Bith
H. W. HUTCHINSON
DENTIST
713 Mass. House Bldg. Phone 39
H. W. HUTCHINSON
HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLES
New and Used
KNOLES BICYCLE SHOP
Phone 915 1043 Mass
713 Mass. House Bldg. Phone 391
Official Weekly Calendar March 2 to 8
3 p.m. Women's Glee club rehearsal - Martine hall
4 Organ Veterans University - Audition
Sunday, March 9
Monday, March 3
8:10 p.m. Delaware, Iowa, been-bereit) administration auditation
9:15 p.m. Ariz., faculty, recital-center Administration, audition.
10:30 p.m. Ariz., faculty, recital-center Administration, audition.
Tuesday, March 4
3. yam. Debate practice—central Administration auditorium,
1420 University Senate—central Administration auditorium.
4. W.S.G.A. regular meeting and summer—central Administration
event.
7:30 M.Dowell client session - control Administration and/orchid.
W.K.WGA, uva meeting and nominations - Marchal hall.
Wednesday March 5
25 p.m. Music club meeting—central Administration auditorium.
270 W.S.G.A. room—central Administration rest room.
2720 Basketball, Minerva, here—Anathematics.
2730 Morse's Glo club meeting—Marshall ball.
2815 "Harve in n.M." by Dramatic ball—little theater, Fresner ball.
2845 W.S.G.A. room—central Administration rest room.
Don't Miss Out-and turned to her sweeping at the sound of their knightrish.
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Claudia
By Margaret Hill
Canaima's kitchen smelted of trout--fresh bay trout, and omens. The front room and the bedrooms did too, though with less intensity. There was a large window that overlooked the whole village which was really very small.
Candida's cottage was not white and covered with trellised vines. It was brown—more-faded than the marshy loam about it and quite as barren. When one counted from the road, it was third in a square-circular row of a dozen rooftops of their kitchen doors to the rustic平铺 of their front porches.
But Claudia, herself, was not like the inhabitants of the other eleven cottages. In many ways she was very different. She never sat on her front porch on summer evening, waving punk sticks at the mosquites; nor was she ever seen hathing in the bay, although she sometimes rowed a heavy boat to yend the breakfast tables. There were sessions left where she slept. She dwells visited her neighbors, though some of them often came to see her. She was too engrossed in her own living, or rather, that of her two brothers, Herbert and Paul. She existed exclusively for them. Their demands were exacting and no one quite knew how Claudia managed to keep a home for them. There was a system about him, where the broth was kept day and roamed all night, and never appeared for a meal at the same time twice in succession.
Therefore, on an autumn evening, when the lights shine on the somnolgy kitchen windows of Claudia's cottage, and the battering of pits and bottles jangled out through the windows, she knew that supper was in progress, and that the Jenson boys were preparing to go out for the night. The "boys," swathed in formes of fish and onions, burgled in the kitchen, and surrounded at Claudia, as she burried about the kitchen.
Presently, they seated themselves at the table, and began to eat in a slowly fashion. Herbert, the older and heavier brother, gleefully picked his plate with beans and fish, and with little ceremony, showed the dishes at his table. The older sister, Claudia silently reached for her menor pittance. The companionship of this family of three was never demonstrated visibility, and their interior feelings of kinship could only be judged by the fact that they were not the same people. It was something that could not be prevented and it is doubtful if they themselves knew why. The "boss" needed Claudia instinctively as a housekeeper and caretaker, despite their unruly personalities and independent manner, who would—with Claudia nothing else for which to live.
"Taint up to you to know, pal," he mottered and slowly rose left the table. Herbert followed him more slowly, and they went into the bedroom. Claudia had almost clogged up the kitchen when she saw her clothes hung on a tabel to use them dressed in bip-hops and old ragged clothes, but she failed lack of interest from habit
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Thus they set at their table, silent and brooding, but clinging together like three old stairs in a tight space.
A breeze rippled Claudia's thin dress across her thin shoulder, and Paula's shaking hands sloped cold coffee into his plate. When the meal was all completed, Herbert sporoclied to Paul.
"What are you pickin' up this time?" asked Claudia had almost cleaned up the kitchen whirlpool.
"What's it going to bring us outwool them battie in that ratty hotel?"
Claudia oblerved inwardly. Bottle could mean only one thing—booting. The slow, hard years had numbered her to the occasional intolerated outruns of her brothers; but recently strange actions and behavior had left Claudia confused. If the law ever intervened, she troubled to think about what might be found as evidence against Herbert and Paul. She knew that the boys claimed to spin the ordinary run of bootleggers on the bay. They were independent only for themselves. Claudia intercedered unwillingly to their conversation.
"I guess there ain't no harm, but I'll take plenty of time, and we don't go to get in until kittin' onto ten or so," Murdui mused. Paul pulled out a pipe埋管 pipe from his pocket, and began to smoke.
"Well—they aren't a better place around this neck of the woods, is it?" Paul answered, staring out at me.
"And we ain't needin' no help, neither" he said sullenly.
When their heavy footsteps cloaked off the porch, she stood still a brief second, then deliberately laid mute behind her booth and darted into the dark front room. Painting at the window, she looked intensely upward, gazing out through the cracks in the walls waiting toward the north beach—a direction that they did not usually ink.
An automobile suddenly bursted in a circle on the road, and the lights flashed full on the girl's anxious face. Her straight brown hair, bobbed, and parted in the middle, was white. She stood up, raised her hands, faced and unusual prominence. She ducked nervously into the shadows, sitting down on a hard couch, where she remained motionless for over an hour, constructing and reconstructing car windows, and went into the kitchen.
The dim, electric light still burned, encircled by a bevy of grats and burgles. Claudia served at the face of a clock on the window-door. Nine-fifteen! Her plans had taken more time than she could account for. She scrreared across the room to fasten the back door, at which sounds, a lanky yellow cat ran up to her. "I'm going to sit at him and muttered, 'Come on, Few, let's be off, I'll need you tonight. You'd better go too.'"
Without further coaxing, the animal treated at her heels into the front room, where she grabbed an old green sweater from a nail behind the door, and they went out together.
Few ambled up the road toward the beach but Claudia plodded straight across the stubble, her eyes watching the ground. Not until she reached the banks of a small pond did the cat succeed in joining her again. Here she stopped and looked about her, gazing at the sunny landscape with the surroundings and her course of procedure.
The moss was shining diffley between struggling clouds, and its war light filled the pond with uncanny shapes and reflections. Here and there a crest of lush green grass climbed up Candida palpitated her sweeter together at the throat, and looked at the dark bulk of the betel about fifty yards away. It had not been in use for a great many years. It stood in the shade and the surrounding property, including the cottages and the beach, once a popular amusement park. Down near the shore several were on it, tilting down-metamore-grounded still remained.
Claudia skirted the pool, with Few brushing through the bushes at her side. They came out into the open again, and began picking their way across the lawn, so they could see Claudia's nervousness at the possibility of failure in her researches; but Few's placid companionship reassured her, and she soon reached the kitchen shed. Can you guess who was very little few in Claudia's heart? only a vague
Her facilities managed to function in a moment, and she laid down behind a pile of old boards and shingles, holding Few in her lap, and stroking his fur so softly.
Groping steps crunched past her, and a second voice spoke.
"Did Bill tell you that the Jammers are in on this? They're a couple of coincidence, but they've never been together."
Presently Claudia stood up again, and turned to the window that she knew was directly behind her. Her investigating hand thrust into space. The sash was wide open. She pulled herILI body over the stil, and stood inside. The wall behind her tucked from her pocket, and fambling against the wall, managed to strike it. The feeble flame caught the twinkle of two black eyes. A rat! she shrugged in disgust and jerked her foot out at him, whereon the creature scrambled away. She lightened another match—this time holding it up and away from her. It hit her chest with a grind, and a door several feet from where she stood; then it hurt out.
there was no answer, and the two strangers scuffed around the building, and all was silent once
Claudia had been in the hotel several times to carry lunch to the fishermen or to help mend a bad place in a sienna; but she was not quite familiar with the kitchen quarters. When she had crossed the room, she went through the door that she had entered, there was no familiarity about the utter darkness.
Then, for the first time since she had entered the room, he sounded voice. They seemed to come from behind her, and she stopped close to the floor as she moved forward. It was a blurry image. It was unclear, and she became puzzled and discour
angel, Putting out her hand to help herself up, touched something soft and warm. It was Fowl! She smiled in the darkness in spite of herself. The cat would remain faithful as long as she remained soft and warm. They had had a good mother, she thought remocemely. Of course Pompe was a wanderer.— She began to be more afraid of going on. She wanted to prove that she was not astonished, but did grip herself her serotonically.
Few resilient rubbed her legs, and she grew bald and dared to light another match. She suddenly realized that the big room with the seines in it was very close at hand. The voices below seemed to pause every few minutes, and then to go on in a monotone.
Her progress along the corridor was troubling. To have cracked one board would have rained every possible chance to discover the cause of her brothers' strange conversation at supper.
After painful progress she reached another door, Few still followed her, pulling fairly. The door was ajar, and she went through to discover a small chest hidden inside. It was padded beside it, and peered through. In the dim light she saw rows and rows of crates, and at one set a man with a long scarred head, and one woman. Not one of them was either Herbert or Paul!
She stood up, suddenly rejuvenated, only to be paralyzed with the sudden shook of noise, of the heavy bodies, the murmured ejaculations of human voices, the cries of people in distress, the room voice theoses were kept.
Dated, she moved to the door and looked, unbelievably, upon the strangest scene ever seen. Her eyes were red, her hair faded, the floor, tugged in a maze of heavy air, hunched Herbert and Paul Jennons—caught in a trap—burned by police and fire.
Cuddle rank down upon a gory sack, sacking. When she finally passed long enough to look again, her brothers stood hand-cuffed together, and the detritus was being cleared away.
"Summer," called Hebert to a neighbor, "you take care of our Canila until we git out of this."
that the camera was up to him as if she had seen a vision. Then Paul looked down at her, and spoke.
"Yeah," he said. "I don't know."
"Don't take it too hard, gel. Five years is our lot,
and it isn't a lot. Take care of yourself."
Canastena Jesse roped up candlelight, and went home with her neighbor. It was the first time that the "boys" had ever shown visibly their love for her. All of her years of faith had not been lived for
And Few never told anyone that he had stepped on the rope that let down the screen on the retractable.
Justice for Brunettes
Bu Harold Kelso
Reform programs deluge us from all sides. The Men's Student Council is leading enough social revolutions to keep campus leaders busy for another four years, and Private schools will need to set before we enough work for several lifetimes in reconstructing the world outside. So far, however, no teacher has arisen to correct one minor civilization. The blue-eyed girls are getting their poetry. How long shall we worm this inflation?
It is not conceivable that poets, quarrelling as they do on every other vital question", should achieve unanimity in taste as to the desirable color for a girl's eyes. It is mildly annoying, therefore, to request the poet to speak of a poem in which brown or black eyes are spoken of with praise. If one does find such a poem, it is by a minor poet, and it reaches its effect by telling us how much more beautiful are brown eyes, say, than blue eyes—as if blue set the standard of comparison, and to depart from that standard were rank
So far as I know, no scientific study of this phlebotomism has been attempted. Tentatively, I set
The words which rhyme with "blue" include *adieu*, *yew*, *view*, true, *true*, *strew*, *ure*, *new*, *hue*, *dew*, *co*, through, *two*, two, *you*, *you*, *cause* and *remembrance*. The word *a metrionome*, poetry about blue eyes writes itself.
But the rhyme for "brown" are not so felicitous.
He who turns out complimentary descriptions of brown eyes, rhymed with clown, noun, noun, frown, or drown, is a real genius. And for "black" (black!) the rhymes include all disturbing concepts as lack, quack, cluck, attack, wrinkle, almace, haek, slack, and mania. Where is the brave poet who will write about any lady's eyes in such terms?
Such difficulties, however, would not have stopped such indeterminate spirits at Carl Sandburg and E. E. Cummings. Their beauty refuses to the itself to rhymes. Give such artists one figure of
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