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SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1950
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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K. U. Advertising Board Organizes to Discuss Publication Problems
Meeting Will Be Held Tuesday
Afternoon With All Groups
Renresented
In order to protect University publications and Lawrence mathematics teachers from liking, the University advertising board was temporary organized at the office of the University meeting Tuesday, Feb. 16, at four docket in the office of P.O. Box 1827.
The group will be responsible members of the secret litters that use advertisements, brochures and other forms of the unauthorized persons. University's name in asking for information about board will make further practices inevitable as all students pass through ad board.
In speaking of the board must be present at this meeting he said, "Each chair board has a recognition to deserving wills be considered and级近verbal rates will be set. The possibility of el wills may also be considered. Besides, University or Lawrence merchants will be ted on by Clade in retury, and another record function is the first of its kind formed.
at the meeting of the ba-
day a permanent chairman
elected. Jack Murray, the i-
nstrument, is the original chair-
The personnel of the board
lowes; Barbara Jean Knenn,
tiring manager of the U. I.
ministry; Kenneth Knenn,
business manager of the Jag
Dairy Dummin, representative
Gary Kelley, business manager of the Stir
rectory; John Ramsey, muster
ager of the K. Cole; Keys,
Leslie Flory, business manag
er Kenna Kinginson, two repre-
sentatives; Kenneth Muenzer,
representative of the Men's
Council, an eclectic repre-
sentative of the University,
bearer of the University.
--involved out through the use of pochs,
plains, farmland, while adventures and a
thrill-seeking adventure at Kerry, pohr teacher from The School of
Arts expienced by Akiya expienced by the works of
deceased.
Announcements
Announcements
Randallmueller will meet this
morning at Proof, Crafton's
new Hampshire, at 5 a.m.
Want Ads
BOBETTE BEAUTY Shop. Cured permanent wavers $3.160. Heated wavers $1.495. finger waves $3.15, hair cut, 28s. 627° Masc. (Upgrade to 627° Masc.)
FOR RENT: Rooms torbe Maine street near stadium, 1359W.
--involved out through the use of pochs,
plains, farmland, while adventures and a
thrill-seeking adventure at Kerry, pohr teacher from The School of
Arts expienced by Akiya expienced by the works of
deceased.
TYPEWITERS for rent: GINES for rent by the week, portals for bills or moultables for writing ExchANGE, 737 Mass. S.
LOST: At "East Lyme" a leather fur-lined mittens,
please call 27894, before 8
FOR RENT to boys, two
rooms, without furniture,
but hot, water at all times.
New House, from 2011
New Hampshire.
Wesley Foundation entertained with a Valentine party. Party night at the Madison Church. About 100 people were present. The rod and white wrist was carried arm with brooches and necklaces. Children also attended, provided the entertainment. The chaperones were, Inc., and Mrs H. R. Lattimer and Selena Palice.
FOR RENT: Nicely Guesting room apartment. Also roo boys. 1274 Kentucky.
EXCHANGED: n Kroxy de Woolf Brian, exchanged Oher's delay at the Alp Grill. Call Carroll them 925.
BOARD: Home cooking serve
style. The place where
heat and quantity are considere
in the kitchen. R. Mr. Heckart,
Mass.
FOR RENT: A room for two boys; two blocks for stairs; steam bent; sleeping 1654 Indian. Phone 1565.
ROOFS FOR GIRLS at 1234
one half block from the
everything room, full earmarked
walnut furniture, private kitch
and laundry room.
Will be ready Feb. 1,
at the Rock Chalk Cup.
FOR RENT: South room to desiring quiet and comfort 1305 J.
Don't Miss Out-involved out through the use of pochs,
plains, farmland, while adventures and a
thrill-seeking adventure at Kerry, pohr teacher from The School of
Arts expienced by Akiya expienced by the works of
deceased.
Send the Kanzan home
Galileo-Solomon expands at the Alpha
Gornea Dedicatum friday Friday
night were: JunoLambda Mutter,
Juno Martyre Liaison Gouden, and Kali-
tera Barker and Preston. Unidentified are
Kaicher and Prisen. Unidentified are
Mona and City. Kami, Tianan Summaries 211.
Students responsible for entertainment and television were Miah Hillier, Brian Brown, Florence Dill, Jack Hillier, and Michael Ambrose, Mr. Mohsen Ambrose, and Rahul Sharma. Bahai Starring had charges of an investigation for the manslaughter for the event.
Official business were Jean Baum and Miriam Stevens, Olienus (host) were Lucien Minti and Drew Cronn.
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
The Ring of the Nibelung (Continued from page one)
Alberic to give up his prize, which he has had forged into a Tarnhelm, magel helmet, and the Ring. Alberic burls the Ring with a curse of destruction on whomever shall wear it. Wotan gives the giants the Tarnhelm and the Ring, the evil power of which is seen immediately when the giants puncture the treasure. The giants with the procession of the gods toward Walhalla, their future home.
The next link of the drama is "The Valkyrie. Wotan feel the curse of the Ring in a new lust for power, and attempting a plan by which he may regain the treasure, he espouses the earth-goddess Erda. They have nine daughters, the Valkyries, who are to aid Wotan. Each day they ride on forth and go to Valley to Walhalla, the beaver of the slain, who are to guard the fortress of the god from the Nibelungs.
Father, the giant, has transformed himself into a dragon in order to better guard the Ring. Resolved to breed someone who can regain the treasure, Wotan, as a man, marries an earth-woman who bears him the Volsung twins, Siegmund and Siegelind. The twins are separated when Siegilde is stolen by the hunter Hunting. The young warrior takes on the fight between Siegmund and Hounden, when聘ing Wotan's favorite of the Valkyrie, disobeys her father's orders and tries to protect Siegmund. As punishment for her disobedience, Brunhildhe is to lose her immortality. Wotan sentences her to deep sleep on a mountain-top, where she will lie the prey of the first man who wakes her. The act entails as Lokh builds a wall which is built so that she can kiss her. The music on Wotan's farewell and the concluding magic fire music makes the scene one of the greatest musicals of the entire "Ring."
The third drama, that of "Sigried," is one of the most popular. Sigildine, wandering, finds refuge in the cavern of Mimi, brother of Alberic, and there lives a young boy, Sigrid. Sigred up in importance of his real parentage.
After the scenes depicting Siegfried's childhood, the scene shifts to the part of the forest before the cave in which Fafern, in his guise of the dragon, loses guarding the treasure. Wotan comes to give warning that the here who will attempt to take the prize is on his way.
--after pushing back the snow, opened the door into the dingy disordered kitchen, he saw in one corner a little girl huddled close before a rusted old steed, and nearby a puld, old young woman, who was a re-faced baby, and in the other, a still baby with a face of unearthly hair. He stopped for a moment, his eyes wandering about the room. Presently his hunky hushy voice, "Good Lord, Pat, what happened?"
Here is introduced the beautiful "forest murmur" scene, in which Siegfried, resting before the entrance to the cave, listens to the songs of the birds above him. He watches a monster dance, and wakes the dragon, the most formidable object of all the "menagerie" which Wagner introduces in the "Ring." The dragon emerges and is slain by Siegfried. Touching his lips with the dragon's blood, he stares out at the cave, and this tells him to take the gold from the cave. The bird then leads him to the mountain where Brunleiden is sleeping. Wotan tries to stop him, but Brunleiden manages to escape. He points of the gods. He nurses through the curtain of fire and wakes Brunleiden with his kiss.
"The Dusk of the Gode" brings the cycle to its conclusion. It opens with a prologue by the three Norns, goddesses of fate, weaving the web of despair and the reason for action begins again, as Siegfried and Brunhilde emerge from their mountain-top to see a new day. Siegfried gives Brunhilde the Ring and deportes for his day's adventures. After he has left, a sister Valkyrie comes to beg that the ring should be given to her. This way can the curve be lifted from Walhalla, but Brunhilde will not give up Siegfried's token. In the meantime Siegfried has come to the hall of the Glichunga, relatives of Alberic, on the Rhine, and the king is supposed to forgetfulness, forgetting of Brunhilde and infatuation with the Gliching queen, his return to sieve the Ring from Brunhilde, Brunhilde's final sanctioning of his death and the stabbing of Siegfried all bring on the chimaer in the trickery which has been practiced, and rides on her horse into the flames of Siegfried's funeral pyre. When the flames die out, the Rhine daughters snatch back the Ring which is freed of its curse by Brunhilde's death, while in its ensuit annunciation, on Walhalla burns its sons' ansuit annihilation.
No ends the tragedy of the "Ring of the Nibelung"—Wagner's allegorical protest against wrong; typified as he saw it in the earthly comfort of lust for her beauty by the tale of the treasure of the Ehringed.
Music resembles poetry, in each
Are namenless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
—Alexander Pope.
Our Grammatical Bondage
By Mauricatee Davies
I have been studying English ever since I can remember, and still do not understand what it is all about. So many of my precious hours have I spent toiling over some grammar or rhetorical written by a literary demogueuse, and as yet I cannot see any striking results. I live in mortal dread of making errors in English and receiving a grade of F, but there is an utter futility in giving such a mark.
Now, the teachers who are unmeasurably wise and to whom the intricate puzzles of English grammar are as cleal as crystal must surely understand what they mean. I suggest that they do not manner. If through some oversight I neglect to end the sentence with a period, she must understand that is where the sentence closes. If by some fatal mischance I neglect to give my sentence the same meaning, then most authors whose works are praised and extolled.
Speaking of modern literary accomplishments, I have heard over and over that the secret of their success is their individuality. Since success is the keynote of our modern life, I think it should be my goal. I am not ambitious enough to desire a shining place in the world of modern writers, but I should like to make good grades on my English course. And I have hobbies that I enjoy. How am I to be individual, bound and confined by the countless rules that govern my weekly masterpieces?
I am clamped in my individual style because I must consider the rules formulated by ancient rhetoricians who knew nothing of this modern world. Really, I think it is better to take up the whole course on the topics bothered the students long enough. It is time to give the modern grammarians a chance. Evidently the old grammarians rule the "divins right of scholars." They have studied the rules of the old man and we cannot escape them.
When did these rules become correct? I wonder how the French learned that "c'est mal" is correct, while the English raise their hands in righteous plea to say that it is wrong language as to say, "it is me". Anyone must confess that it sounds more natural. I notice that most college students say "It is I" with an effort. The modern educator's opinion this matter is not the same as the traditional ones. Are natural tendencies signs of inferiority?
It seems to me that in this day of artificialities all believers in the old codes should appreciate naturalism in any form. But if I allow my individual tastes and incompetent designs for natural expression, I will have to give up "E" in English, not success that I so ardently quest. Our ingressure to avoid errors in English is an indication of our bendage to conventionalism. We, the modern generation, make a great talk of our liberty in all affairs, but in reality we are warchippers of ancient forms of correct usage, even in
I am fluent in my abuse of our present rules and laws of English grammar, but in actual practice, I am a most loyal subject. Although I may not believe in the venerated opinion of a learned writer, I have always been willing to work with the other woes of this world. No one guesses that I am a Boheshist against the established rules of grammar. I should love to talk and write as I please, but the chains of grammatical bondage have taken their toll. So I press myself on pressing my individual opinions continue to be hampered by rules made years ago.
More Land
But Steven apparently seemed the situation. Crossing the room, he threw himself down beside little Betty.
Patricia made no answer.
For a moment, Patricia stood unmoved. Then hastily, she went forward and knelt beside him.
Finally, placing his arm around her, Steven exclaimed, "Patricia, I'm sorry for it all! I wilted!" Silently the early settling Utkh dug folded about the cottage. The harsh winds that grew intensely up from the hills shook down upon the barren hills. But the sky was clear, the moon, a duil, chilly mass, shone faintly.
Russian Hospitality (Continued from page two)
party—there were six of us, including one father—not mine had got down from the car to walk along the tracks. That was Clare calling. I turned with a bored air to see what she wanted. She was not alone. My interest suddenly was aroused. A man in uniform was with her—yes, it was a Chinese uniform, that it was so clean he had a pair of pants. They came nearer. Clare's eyes were sparkling and the man was smiling very nicely; he was quite good looking, the first clean thing I had seen for ages.
"Jeen," Clare said, "there is a company of Russian soldiers camped here and they have invited us to have dinner with them. Mr. Adams says it is all right and they are waiting for us. Come on quickly. This man is an aide or something. He doesn't speak English."
The fastest way to get off a pile of number on the top of a train, is to start to scramble and end by falling. I started to make haste but, no—this was too much. I hurried to meet his nose he mis担保 as a step as gallantly ever Sir Walter douffed his coat for the Queen's foot. Thrilled to the finger-tips, I allowed myself to be helped gracefully down and then, terribly conscious of my fate, jumped up and went to Clare and the Aide to the camp.
The Captain's house to which we were led was just a box car pulled off its track; but inside it was furnished quite nicely. The rest of our bunch were seated around a table with several Russian soldiers.
The little room was lighted by electricity and in a corner was a telegraph set. They were also connected with the nearest large city by telephone. This was very interesting for telephones are not always large enough to be used with different ages, some gray headed, and some, like our Ade, quite young. Most of them had shaven heads. I had expected to see *some "Baldwish" heads* of hair and bristling mustache; but it seemed that the men had either shaved faces or shaven heads or both. I wondered if this was an army regiment.
I remembered the stories I had heard of Russian noblemen who were now in the Chinese army as hired soldiers. I tried to pick out the princes and dukes among those seated at the table. Their manners would not have it if he had imagined noblemen would use. They were very polite but with a much noise and gusto.
After we finished eating, the table was cleared and wine was passed; another big thrill to a high school girl. How I did wish to be sophisticated and take some of the dark red liquid but I fold Mr. Adam's trusting eye on me, so I declared as graceful, "I'm going to hide." I had to refuse the Russian tobacco that followed.
The Russians knew a little Chinese and some German. We knew a lot of Chinese and some German. Each of us knew about three or four words in the language of the other. In spite of this handicap, conversation flurished. By the end of the evening we were experts in sign language.
While our hosts drank and smoked, we decided to express our thanks in song. We sang several of our school songs which they applauded loudly. They sang for us, some stirring marching songs. When it was our turn to sing again, one one was inspired to start the "Soldiers Chorus" from Fastest. We added some chants together we sang the grand tune twice. The difference in our language didn't matter at all.
One of their men had a stringed instrument that he played to accompany us, and so we were singing all the internationally famous songs we knew. They even knew some of our American war songs such as "Over There." Then, if ever, time flew by on the wings of song.
A soldier had been stationed outside to let us know when the train was ready to leave. Now he entered and, saluting, spoke to the captain. The captain asked him if he knew what we understood, and roses, expressing our thanks. We knew how to do this in Russian and had been waiting till this moment to show our knowledge of the language; but when the time came, he explained that we had known so well that what we said was never heard.
Under military escort, we returned to our lumber car. No lady has ever been handed into her carriage more courteously and formally than we were helped up the pile of lumber. We stepped on a knee, a hand, a shoulder, and then were lifted the rest of the way by men on the top.
The train started. Our friends saluted as we waved. Growling brawl at the last minute, we called back in the best Russian we could command, "Spagani noche." Our pronunciation must have been terrible for we could see the soldiers grimming as we rode away in the darkness toward home.
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