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SUNDAY, JANUARY 10, 1030
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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K. U. Alumni Clubs Will Have Meetings in Many Large Cities
Kansas Day Will Be Celebrated
Other Special Programs
in February
Charles Strickland, '14, and Lowell Grady, '23, and their live-wire Chicago Jayhawkers plan the biggest, most successful perpetrated by Kansas follies in the "Windy City." It will be held at the Allerton Hotel, Jan. 28. Chancellor William Pfeiffer, the mastertainer is J. N. Vander Vries, who was a member of the faculty of the University for 10 years. He is a professor of history and vision of the United States chamber of commerce. Other speakers are Harry G. Clark, L.B. Dickson, who is vice president of the United States chamber of commerce and Marvin Cranger, A.R.C. managing editor of the *A*
managing editor of the A Journal.
Under nuptials of the 12 Jayhawk club of Kansas C athletic for K.U. men and in I star athletes of the Kansas C high schools. It is to be beheld at Sproul, '15, '117, in charge The Kansas alumni in Ne have moved the date of their meeting which is usually by at Sproul. The meeting is a reception with a and three-course supper i the evening and is to be at at Sproul. The annual Kansas day me all former residents of Kansas or in near Minneapolis will o o the evening at Atkins room. Eugene Alder, '97, and H. Street, '298, will speak Joah, A.B.'07, at 803 Plymouth timeapolis, is secretary affair
Sunflower state represent the vicinity of the Kansas will do be present at the Kansas dam here Jan. 25 from 6 to 8 a.m. the wealth avenue. Since La Kana, was really started in Bears years ago, the Kansas plan to celebrate the four Lawrence. Bishop W. A. L. Camp streak. P. C. Camp streak.
At Boulder, Colo., A. W. Loj is getting up a meeting for the 2013 Fall meeting, f17, offers to entertain retary of Jayhawkers the ew Jan. 28. The next KU, col will be Seattle, Wash., f18, offers to attend building, and Augusta Hall 1 '01, at the Roosevelt high school charge. At Portland, Ore., a col will be Oakland, Feb. 4, probably evening. Crookman, g13, at the Oregon nil, is helping mum arrange The San Francisco and vicinity schools. At Los Angeles, W. Copley, e03, Crocker Fiancial Bank building, is beck KU Club in San Francisco. At Los Angeles Feb. 9 or 10, Spotts has charge of affaires
Fail to Find Van Eickens
Moscow, Jan. 18 — (UP) — Soviet attempts to verify that Capt. Karl Elijson has been sent to the island of Selberg have fail Crosson and Harold Gilium to today take to fly off to fly over the Ang�era river are being tested by the Ejilson and Borland had be in that vicinity.
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An informal party carrying out the game will be held at night at the Memorial Union building after the basketball game. All students of the University were invited to attend.
the program consisted of a skating walk by Louise Allen and Dorothea Fleckenstein, accordion music and caroling by Danielle Schmidt, tap dance, Lois Smith and Dorothy Bellis Bryant, and blue song cards by Jane Kessler. Radio music, games and dancing furnished amusement for the remainder of the evening. The decorations and costumes of the entertainment were choreographed by the whole party the spirit of winter.
Theta Sigma Phi, honorary journalism security, hold initiation services in the sky parker of the journal building yesterday afternoon.
Jan. 22, joint senior recital, Virginia Nichon, pianist; Lois Rush pianist, central Administration, 8 p.m.
Coming Musical Events
Jan, 26, vesper organ recital, University Auditorium, 4 p.m.
Jan, 21, advanced student recital control Administration. 8 p.m.
Institute Matthornat, 4 p.m.
Feb. 12, University concert course,
Vladimir Horowitz, pianist, University auditorium, 8:20 n.m.
versity Auditorium, 4 p.m.
Feb. 9, vesper organ rectal, Uni-
versity Auditorium
informing, 4 p.m.
Fab. organ recital, University
Aquatics
Feb. 26, Inter-sorcery Sing, sponsored by Mu Phi Easonlin
Feb, 10. Fine Arts all-musical vescers,
University Auditorium, 4 p.m.
Feb, 23. vescers recital, Phi Mu Alpha.
University Auditorium, 4 p.m.
University vescers recital, Phi Mu Alpha.
Dervge, pintel, central Administration,
8 p.m.
Feb. 9, vesper organ recital, University Auditorium, 4 p.m.
The University Daily Kansan Can Help You--ng you social ts, feaith the
THE KANSAN MAGAZINE
SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Vol. No. XXVII
ALMOST ANYONE IN LAWRENCE
My back yard is part of a hill,
I'd never thought of that till
I want out where land is flat
And I could see where the next house sat
Ten miles away . . . it's small and rocky; still~
My backyard is part of a hill.
Lawrence, Kansas. January 19, 1930
RAIN
Would that I were the rain!
Then I could weep and weep
And no one would say
Hush, hush,
And no one would console
But I could have my fill
Of tears and sobbing.
And then appear
And be cleaned and cleansed
Of malicious thought
And aching disappointment.
Mary Clark.
WHEN I'M ALONE WITH YOU
With open arms I greet you.
With open soul and heart.
No matter where I meet you!
I felt it from the start.
You need no word to say,
And I no answer give.
Within our hearts we pray
Just for our love to live.
—Elijah Nielsen, *Ecclesiastes*
Flickering light
My candile sheds,
Tremulous and still,
A lovely ray,
A spark of life,
Soon out,
I found with
My life to be—
Candle-like.
CANDLE-LIKE
Marv M. Clark.
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Like priices jewel and race, so far above
The putty measures of our human thought
Which man, the one great epistle, has wrought;
Of God the Father, guiding from on high
Upon His strugging creature here on earth
Treaching the old, old cycle—death and birth;
With never time for muse to pray or sigh,
As with the vague and shifting forms of dim
And vauge hopes, we strive and often fail,
But strive again, and ever struggle on
And on, supported by the love of Him
Who leads us to the golden, golden dawn,
On a wheeled Wheeler.
COMPASSION
IMPRESSION
IMPRESSION
I think that china was not.
A maddened whirl of cosmic smoke.
But an oppressive silence.
Of vast, impenetrable fog.
That even God could not endure alone.
Dorothy Durkee
Three weeks ago Henry had died and the loneliness, after nearly fifty years of companionship, seemed more than she could possibly bear. But there had been the past to live in. There had been their romance, nearly a year and a half of it passed under the sympathetic eyes of small town gossips. Then a sharp break which had sent Henry to Boston in 1980 left him with velopes with its faded, Boston postmark tumbled in her thin hands. So the Back Bay district had its mud, too.
She had long since wrapped those first two years of misunderstanding and separation in a haze of poetic tragedy, through which youth is usually seen by the eyes of advancing years. Finally, there came a single letter from him to him twice, to a stealer, to a little snafu as she recalled how gloriously happy she had been when he came back to set up law practice in his native, Kansas town. How different Topeka was now, she thought, as she remembered the days when they had started their little home together. They were a family, and they had passed. Those years had brought Elizabeth with her willful impulsiveness and three years later, serious, little Mary. Both of them were gone to make homes of their own now. Undramatic
Back Bay Mud
Mary Powell delivered slightly and looked vacey about. The sun no longer shown through the library window but it was not from cold that her frail body shivered. She must have been sitting at her husband's desk for hours. It seemed years for she was old—old in her heart—wearied, burned out, almost gone. Her smile showed a glint of a husband's love and that of her two daughters had left her invervely joyous and full of vitality. But during the last four years, it seemed, she had loved her children so much of their joy and beauty and they had left her. old
By Sheridan E. Macon
WINTER'S MAGIC
Oh! Beautiful silvery morning,
Given birth at the break of dawn,
Stealthily comes without warning
As soft as an infant fawn.
Jack Frost has kissed the meadows,
The roadside and all the trees,
And sprinkled his silver confetti—
A bouquet of diamonds.
The sun peeping out above it
Gives it a silvery sheen.
Could anyone but love it,
Once a grey morning you've seen?
As the sun mounts higher
Each spicule casts its ray
Of blue, or green or sapphire
Before the frost all melts away.
It leaves you with tender thoughts
Of a beautiful morning, though grey
Hills in the distance.
The sunshine brings forth the day
Highly colored in spots
As the sunshine brings forth the day,
Helen Fitch.
Chicago at 2:00 a. m.
By Berniece Wellington
It was 1:50 a.m., m, as the train drew into the stention. It stopped. It was a jerk which everyone against the person in front of him. I clutched my hand bag in one hand and my traveling case in the other. I hardly felt the jabs and stains I was getting from all sides.
I got off and moved with the crowd toward the station. "Take your bag, lady?" Here let me take it? Where to? Bus leaves in ten minutes. Any more bags? ! and a big black hand was grasping me. I pushed back out of a black face with a red cap up above it. I surrendered my things to him and hurried along. "Doesn't that woman look awful with those pearl earrings and that drooping hat." I thought. "That
WHEN FIRST WE SMILED
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When first we smiled, we did not know
Tears always follow laughter;
Nor did we know that love could grow,
And like a swollen river, flow
Unbridled till it dilt its blow
Leaving pain and sorrow after.
When first we smiled, we did not know
Tears always follow laughter;
Like a flicker. *Fishe Jardel*
CAMOUFLAGE
Purple, rich, is to entice one,
Pink is for a love that's new,
Blue is for a tried and true love,
Dead love needs a sonar hue.
If a dead love could be flaunted,
I would be attired in gray.
But a dead love must be hidden,
So I'm wearing red today.
Mary Elsie Izzard
LOVE SONG
There is a nandelace grace of love,
A sweet, half-she caress
In trees that grow upon the hills
Their barren steeps to dress.
There is a gentle kindness,
Porbing beariness, too.
In grass on the rugged earth
Sweet with the morning dew.
There is a sparkle to the waves
About the schooner's side
Which spends a love, too deep for words,
That will not be denied.
LIFE
Love seems to be a golden key
With which Earth's gifts we find;
Why should you not, then, love me dear,
While loving all mankind?
Dead people like dead leaves fall,
Their brown customs to be brushed aside
inpatiently
Rv the headless living.
Dorothy Durkee.
'Prep' School Romance
By Genevieve Bero
June 17, 1929
Dearest Elfreda;
Well, I got home from the academy two weeks ago, as you know, but I haven't written because we've had guests. Jim came back from England and met with person with him, an Edward Farragher person.
Oh, how I hate that man! I hate him! I hate him!
I'll like to soil it so loud he'll ear downstairs.
Since he's a guest I want to be polite to him, but
whenever I see him I want to stick my tongue out
at him and scream, "Edward Faragher, I hate you!
I hate you!"
No, I really don't hate him. Freddy, I wish I could. I'm a silly little fool for not doing it, but I can't. When I met him on the stairway just now-oh, I wish I could forget how he looked! There was, Elfreda, started upstairs not dreaming anyone was around, and just as I get my foot on the first stair someone on the landing turned to face me.
It was him—I suppose he'd taken off his coat and waistcoat because it was so hot—all in black trousers and a white shirt with the sun streaming down through the window behind him on his red-gold hair. Oh, he was beautiful! All luminous black and white and gold.
I stood and gapped up at him until he must have thought, "By Jove, little sister's crush is worse than I knew. I'll have to pay more attention to the infant." The conceited amniine — I can just hear him. Oh, but he looked like some blond byunir. He was looking down at me with his wings. And I suppose I looked like Jim's mousey little bookworm sister worshiping her God. I don't care, but he makes我 furious! And then instead of brushing past him up the stairs I had to turn and run back to the kitchen stairway and
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