SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 10. 1030
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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K. U. Advertising Board Organizes to Discuss Publication Problems
Meeting Will Be Hold Tuesda Afternoon With All Groups
Represented
In order to protect University paddle boats and Lawrence mathews maritime boating, the University intermingling board was temporarily organized the University Boat Club meeting Tuesday, Feb. 15, at 6:30 p.m. in the back of Port Downtown, Pkwy. 218.
The group will be represented members of the seven Hill public schools that are advertising. Chief grooming manager of the unauthorized nursing unit at University men in some聘宿 board will make further rounds to board will make further rounds to practice inevitable in all terms to pass through action of board.
At the meeting of the board to day a permanent chairman will be elected. Jack Morey, the temperature in is the original origin of bill.
In speaking of the board year's must be present at this meeting. Morris said, "Each represent board is to a success."
Recognition to deserving putter will be considered and stated. The possibility of elimination or wasteful advertising is not guaranteed.
Boulder University public Lawrence merchants will be reviewed on the board by Claude Scott retary, and another member of the Commerce. This oration is the first in its kind formed.
The personnel of the board on a row; Barbara莉斯 Jim Kramely, an executive director Daily Kramety, Dan McMahon, manager of the Jayman Betsy Durmine, representative of the business manager of the Studer reentry; John Kramery, business manager of the Studer reentry; Kenneth McMahon, business manager of the Sour Loic Fleury, business manager Knanie Emmerson; two representatives of the Mint's staff; two representatives of the W. S. G. A., and Karl bursar of the University.
Announcements
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--james S. Welch, pref
Bendhamntown will meet this
noon at Prof. Craff's home in
New Hammersville, n. 5 n.m.
Want Ads
FOR RENT: Rooms for boys
Maine street near stadium.
1599W.
LOST: at "East Lansdale" a pigeon beater fur-lined mittens. I please call 2789M, before 8:30.
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sculptured drapes, $250
finger wave, $3; Hair out,
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BOARD: Home cooking served
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ROOMS FOR GIRLS at 1234
one half block from the
everything new, full carpeted
walnut furniture, private kitchens
and bathrooms on each floor.
Will be ready Feb. 1. 1
at the Rock Chalk Cafe.
FOR RENT: South room to desiring quiet and comfort 1905 J.
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gines for rent by the work
or term. Portables to
buy. Mailers to:
writer Exchange, 727 Mass.
Werby Foundation entertained all a Valentine card, pink Fighter wing a Marathon elchurch. About 180 people were present. The curt and white suit was carried with hats and capes. Crystal, sage and amber tints adorned the mantle. The chimeworks were: date, 2017 B. R. Lathamner and Edwin Prices.
Out-of-bear interm Dell light were John Marty.
morers out through the ten of posted courses, not only with students and a band, but also with members of Karsen Corps, teacher from the School of New York Aces experienced by the work of deco
Students responsible for entertainment content and television series with Mizzou broadcast. Brooke Fioravanti, Florenvia Mill, Jack Riley, Jay Wicks. Students responsible for marketing materials teachers assisted by Mizzou students.
Dalah Starting had charges of an
arrangements for the emails for the even
ine.
groups at Ola Chula College
pledge party Critical
Aurea Lollia Hijer and Miriam Hillier
Gordon and Hillier
Official business woes Jorge Rancho
and Miriam Hillier. Official business
wastes Lorenzo Mille and Jim Doe
Don't Miss Out--
E TWO
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Getting a Story
By James S. Welch
Jimmy, won't you drop down to the stadium and
see a story about the Scabbard and Blade mi-
The Sn? Please, Jimmy, won't you? I'll love you
teenwear!
chairwise when the Sunday Editor of the college paper young to you like that about ten-thirty Saturday large t and particularly when the Sunday Editor is most brief looking blood on the campus, there's nothaskope do about it, but go. However, I compromised his extent of mention to deepen past there on my
As home and to telephone the story is at its best in the second hour of his honorary Quiteary faternity, had his pledges on guard duty mean, light in the stadium preparatory to initiating right *y* at surprise the next morning.
our knees wasn't much light as I lurgged down the "wheel of attack." A few scattered clouds chose that would to first with the moon, leaving the stadium only are gun, gray bulk against the darker mass of the first w and the surrounding hills. A smith, red light, life, amethyst ditch at the foot of the hill.
"And the huge mouth, a red lantenr, borne
"you fure only a little darker than the rest of the
"mouth."
than I init! Who goes there?"
you "have you three guesses," I answered cheerfully but I
knew I had to be sociable.
a mime that’s not what you’re supposed to say," came
You're more responsive.
"Well, what should I say?" demanded, rather
around or at having someone edit my lines, but still
around.
going you ought to say, 'A friend.' "
first time. I "believed" accommodationally,
removed the friend, and give the counterpart,
he alluded.
saying, "There's a mistake here somewhere," I insisted,
For longer closer, "For one thing, I don't have any flushed arteries to give you and if I did, I wouldn't. You are my Scotch."
am I don't try to be funny. What do you want?"
One Joe of the generals. Come on. I have to send ranted in with an escort."
on the cleft brought his weapon, which I then perceived to claimed wooden sword, up to his shoulder, about faced rushed pily, and after a look over his shoulder to assagge- himself. I was followed, marched around the
Whoever owner of the stadium, it looks a path with a wall on either side. The players are at led and let the way toward the light that shows their movement.
And half way to the light he halted. "Corporal of
Guard!" he brawled.
her intc e waited.
ings of Corporal of the guard?" Utah
Urbane, no waiting, accompanied by a shifting of feet,
"armoral of the owl!"
sale more advanced a few feet near the light
to work "Corporal of the guard"
Dorcas's invocation was growing monotonous. I be the best I can appreciate vocal efforts as well as the beat I follow, but there was a certain overworked Wind it followed, but there is this particular in which it is located, I started toward the light.
then wait. Wait a minute," he commanded, "I'll have to get but muilt escort for you. He'll be here in a minute," he keys fréed with positive optimism. I looked at his odes that dawned and waited.
Stevie艰特 their wounds to apraise each other across to buy Milesen feet of mud between them. The newcomer and wearily back against the stadium, on ingested towels, set fire to Milesen's body, a part this weapon into the mud and leaning on its hilt, to potetate his neck as far as he could across the stove, and whispered, "Say Bill, where 'n at Mike hell's man."
to further red light came around the curve of the slit from the opposite direction. My captor Saturday, 9 p.m., took off.
— is not red so I was conducted into the presence of my wife evil, who sat on a plank, eating shagmallow out of his mouth.
"Is this sworn?" "Mind to see your quarrel."
trin to Ca'cain, "ordered the newcomer, retiring the that he蛙."
good hoof don't know," was the soldierly response.
markets! Here comes someone." I remarked as another red thought; arms came out of the stadium archs.
be on iboh, here he is" exclaimed my man. He saluted
him and "frowned at me, the man."
And Palkaed a mile with Pleasure, she chattered all the did not win.
and cook EXPERIENCE
a woman
corner, stalked a mile with Sorrow, and never a word said
back out!
but not he. I came I am none the wiser for all she had to say.
in chored, oh, the things I learned from her, when Sorrow
milked with me
—Gustav Manke.
Death of a Hero
By Richard Aldington
Reviewed by Stella Brockway
Asterixes, whole sentences of them nearly punctuated, indiscriminate dashes, ranges of dots, parenthetical words, and parts of words set in uppercase letters. The author makes the most of the pitted effect and make this book truly "dire in jazz." The author has explained his intentions in this direction by naming the several parts of the poem that he wishes to include in *Astring*. As the author is very fond of saying at the bottom of a disjointed page, "And that that."
The death of the hero, Captain George Winterbourne, of the British Army, occurs in the very first battle of World War II, November 4, 1918. And then we consider the very slight stir created by the passing of one more mortal— even those four who were most intimately concerned, father, mother, wife, and mistress barely known to each other.
The question which gives rise to the following two hundred odd pages of words is, did the hero write it?
As the author proceeds to line up the evidence for us, he begins by considering first just what life did to George Wainburstone in the way of grandparents or children. He then considers how by name, into which is injected considerable editorial opinion concerning the "ideals" of the Victorian nineteen in England. The repetition of such words as "alimy," "super-alimy," "boggy" and "super-ary" indicates that the author is not everything else but the subject under discussion.
George grows up "Apudite Cantabile," and by the time we get him acquainted with his London and its inhabitants, the balance of the evidence begins to shift to the affluent side of the suicide question. He himself claims mankind as "morons, abject murons, and queer-Dieks."
War comes in "Anguis", and between great smours of print saying 'swelling', PHUT, PHUT, CRASH, swalling, PHUT, PHUT, CRASH". we get fragmentary sentences, a terrible kaloledoes, until we arrive back at the starting point, with George shankle's hand. The evidence is stinging on the side of suicide.
Just what the author intended to accomplish by this, his first novel, is not entirely certain. The fact that he is a poet no doubt explains his novel way of alleviating leave you in order to plunge into the midst of another. Perhaps this explains, too, the fact that, what narration he uses, he is doing something with his own "thinking out loud" on the subject made popular by Hamlet. He tells his friend, in the preface letter, that he is wishing to express his idealism. Apparently his manner of expressing ideals is a matter of contral statement. At any rate we told again and again that "ham is an umbilical digestive tube," and that the two pieces of man activity; and that "we wave between HUNGER and DEATH."
The total effect, whether intentional or no, is one of chaos—disconnected words, rather ugly and revolting ones at that. The reading of the book becomes with the chief aim at a turning of the page.
Russian Hospitality By Margaret Hanson
I sat high above the world on a pile of lumber and silently hewled my fate and pulled splinters from all exterior parts of my anatomy. I thought it was good to learn how to stand at all representative, I had had enough of war, War! Dirt, hungry, swaggering soldiers; women in mourning with dirty, crying, babies; beggars with awful scores, dirt and sick; rotten train servants with dirty and sick; rotten dirt; war of war? All I could see was dirt!
We had been traveling three days trying to get home for our summer vacation after a long year spent at a boarding school. The trip usually took only twelve hours, but this time we had moved slowly on anything we found moving in that direction. Now, with home just twenty miles off, we were able to walk around washed off onto a siding to travel for another tracon train to mess. Another glory of war!
"Jean, oh Jean!" The other members of our
favors were:
Cove Fort
By Ruby Johnson
When Brigham Young concluded that he and his little hand of followers were not to be received into the society of the East, he set his compass by intuition and started for points in the West. Now the fact that Brigham had an eye for beauty among newcomers was evident for beauty in nature was evidenced by his choice for a residence place for his wives, mothers-in-law, and followers. The spot was a corynook in the mountains of northern Utah. The place has since been called Cove Fork, altogether fitting and proper, built in by a free climax pools of the lazy Rockies. It is the intersection of two national highways.
Tourists naturally expect to see something of interest as a reward for climbing a few thousand feet, and should not be disappointed at the sight of the old fort at the top, with its rugged structure and interesting atmosphere. It can scarcely be supposed that Brigham's wives locked on or gave orders to the concientious men as they placed stone upon stone in a most primitive manner to construct their temple, which would have been shaken at the sudden appearance of a mouse, but instead, knew the routine of a hard struggle for life against the fodiens and the persecution of the Whites because of their belief.
The rooms of the fort are separated by a single wall. One might suggest or even conclude that Brigham must have been a good manager or a fast businessman. It is clear from the downry the ruined constructed portions, in sudden fits of sorrowly. These portions were originally of stone, but now they have been remodeled along with other parts of the place.
In the center of the enclosure stands a tall malle tree which shadows a wall, whose same cool waters meet a pond.
Only a few years ago, a person seeking business enterprise changed the rooms of the old curiosity into a modern roaming house. A later project of making the interior into an open-air dance pavilion, with its staircase and balcony, was structured around the old well, an orchestra secured, and the atmosphere of Brigham's old homeasted was changed into a scene of frivolity, flappers, and fun. The gentlemen for miles around then escorted their girl-friends to the spat and spent a pleasant hour in the lobby before they departed three years before, managed to entertain his many indies.
MEMORIES
A question breathe came stealing in.
Whistering in all of us, lost in the shell of
Out in the jewelled sky, I saw the Pleides
twinkling and sounding on their eternal light.
I felt a shiver in my chest.
Whispering to all of us, lost in the spell of thought and dreams.
From a dim corner he came out into the light and said
That he would read of ancient and never-dying things.
His eyes met mine, and all at once
The mints of ages seemed to roll away and leave Us two
Alone.
Where first was sown that spark? I can't remember.
Was it on the sandy shores of ancient Thrace,
Where once we met together and watched the
birds flying over the river.
Gamed boy played.
Or was it where, one bright and earceveen day,
where it was the game.
The Iberian tribes marching across the shaded plain
Where now the Straits of Dover roll?
Where now the Straits of Dover roll!
And then there was the time I dreamed
Beside a fireplace in a rule thatched mountain bat (I think it was Austrian)
And he came, and we walked beside a wild and
tumbling woodland brook
Among the rocks; and more I can't remember;
Nor can he.
The dim yet glorious halls of memory are locked;
an
The keys lost and lying in some desert of for-
cation time
—Eleanor Henderson.
—R. L. Stevenson.
"While others are filling their memory with a number of words, one-half of which they will forget before the week be out, your truant may learn some really useful art; to play the fiddle, to know a good cigar, or to speak with ease and opportunity to all varieties of men."
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