SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1929
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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
Russell and Durant Debate Here Nov. 7 Matches Brilliant Pain
Both Speakers Have Established Reputation for Clear
Thinking
Bertrand Runsel and Dr. Will Dearman, who will meet at the opening of the conference this fall, are Course Nov. 7 to debate the topic "1 Modern Education a failure?" Are they right?
Doctor Durant, well known to Kansas students, has made two appearances before University colleges, first at the university where he served at the honors convoction. In both instances his spiking tense style have proved that he speaks even better than others.
Bernard Russell has an unusual talent for making the intricate simple and the complicated crystal clear. There is nothing foggy about his work because his mind is sharp an piercing, and this not in a distortion but in a logical connection. But with a logical connection, those who have heard hit sad.
Prof. Ralph Burton Perry of Harvard and was of him, "One of the most geologically distinguished and best and philosophic minds of the age."
The independent said of him, "A certain mobility of tone characterizes our speech," and he describes the certain mobility of feeling in the course of that mobility of tone. That he has an extraordinary gift for keen observation, and Add to these qualities a remarkable command of effective speech, and we have a combination difficult to master.
Want Ads
--at the Memorial Union building, about 35 guests were present. Out-of-town guests were Miss Marcie and Ms. Rhea Pike; Ms. Mary Ellen Nelson, of Elkalla. The evening was spent in giving Halloween stunts, and dance
POE RENT : A very desirable 2-bedroom modern bungalow near South side of Hill. Particulars, enll at 1646 Kentucky. —47
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25. "Finder please call Broyee
Johnson at 1029, J." —49
FOR RENT. Newly inapered room with sleep porch. Oil heat. Heats from campus. Also guest room for single night or week end. Photos 4-180.
FOR BENT: Small newly papered
ar, artwork. Address 1247 Ohio.
Phone 2180. —49
WANTED: Family and student laundry, Guaranteed work and prices reasonable. We call for and deliver. Phone 2529 M. —46
HAVE YOUR Christmas photograph made at the Moore Studio, Get a beautiful oil painted photograph or a painting for your friend. 718-Mphe Phone 964.
KEYS MADE for trunks, automobiles, laptops, and kavies, lavares sharpened Padlocks and nightlight locks for sale. Rutter's Repair Shop, 8 East Columbus Street, New York, NY 10019.
FIRST CLASS BARBER SHOP
BOB STEWART
838 Mass.
Lawrence, Kan.
Sexual Metal Wear and Erauces
PENN AIR BASE
Roofing - Guttering
Shingle lights
Phone 245 11 13 Eight 8th St.
LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY
Eye Glass Exclusively
Business and Professional DIRECTORY
MODERN SHOE SHOP
J. A. LYONS
836% Mass. Lawrence, Kan.
DR. C. E. ORELUP - EVI E I EAR
Special Attention to Fitting of Glasses
Phone 445: Office over Crown Drug Store
FRANK H. LISCHER
Ship Repairing
812 Y.Mass.
Phone 256
GOOD & RICHARDS
Dealers in Wallpaper and Paints,
Lacquer and Wax.
Ph. 620 Opp. Fire Dept. 207-209 W. 8th.
B. G. GUSTAFSON, Opticianist
Complex liner of frames,
Broken Lees Dumilized.
OTROPATHIC PHYSician
Phone 2337 909% Massachusetts
H. W. HUTCHISON
DENTIST
731 Mass. House Bldg. Phone 395
HAIDLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLES
New and Used
KNOBS Bicycle SHOP
Phone 915 1014 Mass.
C. C. COBB
Radiator, Body and Fender Work
Radiators rebuilt, bent fenders sold
treaked wetland.
10 East 8th Phone 486
Municipalities Increase In Kansas In Four Years
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Public improvements have increased materially in Kansas in the past four years, according to figures compiled by John Stutz, executive secretary of the Lodge of Kawaii Municipalities, at headquarters here at the University.
With the exception of bonds and light services, nearly all municipally owned utilities have increased. Those utilities include hospitals, plants, public libraries, miles of paying, acreage in public parks, fire fighting equipment, auditoriums, and movie theaters.
Privately owned High plants have nearly doubled in number four years; private tourists camps have grown; and the number of swimming pools increased.
Fall Prenares to Leave
Will Go South to Regain Health to Fight Sentence
Washington, November 6, (UIP)—Former Interior Secretary Albert B. Fall, after making public for the first time nominations for the $109,000 IPO.
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Rainfall is 5.42 Inches
The rainfall of 5.42 inches in the heaviest for October since 1913, and is almost double the normal amount in the previous month. Monthly Meteorological Summary sent on Nov. 1, by Chark S. Spintibb, obr. secretary of Kansas Metropolitan Station.
Record of October Is Highest Since Year 1913
Rain fell in memorable amounts on 11 days which is four more than on the previous week. The average of the month was 1.55 inches fall on October 28. The relative humidity of 24.6 per cent is about 18 percent higher than it was for October since 1923. There were five forgyg days during the month, which number has not been recorded.
"Daily temperatures during the
mail," said Prof. C. J. Joseph, meteor-
month week usually above normal.
"I'll give you a record of how to
give any outstanding record."
The mean temperature for the month of 58.79 is 2.70 degrees above
SOCIETY
Golberberg, From Denning, Irene Bergman, Alice Gallup, Marjorie Luxton, and Katherine FitzGibbon, at Kansas City; Pauline Scholl, at Odesea, Ms.; Marjorie Sinnings, and Helen Gilton, at Holtow; La Verne Rittinings, with Ruth Rittinings, at Lydon; Genevieve Clarke, at Blue Mound.
Martha Jane Ulrich of the Alpham Chi Omega house was called to her home in Hamilton by the death of her uncle.
B. J. Kennedy and Gladys Griffith,
of the Alpha Chi Omega house,
are spending the week-end in Topken.
He is a member of the chapter,
spending the week-end at her home.
Maurice Schert, of Marion, was a guest at the Phil Delta Theta house Friday.
Delta Sigma Lambda guests this week-end are Don Rhondes, and H. C. Jammerson of Topka; Edward Congra, of Emporia; Walter Sand-
Tau Nu Tau sorority will entertain with a braided tea for the new pledges this afternoon at the house. The tables will be decorated with autumn flowers, Mrs. W. A. Church, housemother, will act as hostess
A football game and a cross-country run between Kansas and Nebraska, were the main features at the Wesley Foundation party at the Kansas State University, where sources in each event were the ari. Iris Fitzsimmons was referee. A color scheme of Kansas and Nebraska University colors was used, and Kennecott Ewing was in charge of decorations, during a tough bid charge of the refreshments.
--tion in "The Charming Sisters,"
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday;
Nancy Carroll and Hal Skelly in "The
Dance of Life."
--tion in "The Charming Sisters,"
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday;
Nancy Carroll and Hal Skelly in "The
Dance of Life."
This Week at the Theaters
The Patee
Social Calendar
Monday: Delores Costello and Donald Nald in "Tender Loin."
Tuesday: Al Johnson_and May Me-
Avoy in "The Zazz Singer."
Wednesday: Barbara Bedford and
Conway Tilleau in "Smoke Bellow."
Friday: Pauline Garon and Jack
Richardson in "Eater Lips."
Saturday: Tom Tyler in "Phantom of the Range."
The Dickinson, Sound Pictures Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Up!"
Moran and Mack in "Why Brine That Thursday, Friday, and Saturday" "The Lady Lies" with Walter Hunt
Varsity. Sound Pictures
Monday, Tuesday: Ruth Chatterton in "The Charming Sinners."
Saturday: Ken Maynard in "The Lawless Legion."
Henry Albach, LIB, 28*, editor of The Lawrence Democrat, will speak at a student forum at the Trinity Lutheran Church, 1245 New Hampshire, at 9:45 a.m. today on the subject, "Respect for Authority."
Read the Kansan want ads.
A PHOTOGRAPH
is you on paper. We can make the photo and we have the paper.
829 Mass.
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Not a Word
Continued from base three
"Would you do something for me, then?" Henry tipped his chair forward in his excitement. "I will be your friend for life if you do. As you are to give the bride away, you can work it. All you have to do is to detain Mabel somewhere for a half-hour or so." The bride sat back away from the crowd. I will grab the "plus" that goes through at 12:45—operator or no operator! The wedding is planned for 12:00 o'clock sharp, so
band's former wife's child will carry the flowers.
Now is that perfectly clear?
"Well, can't say as I do. Personally, if I were in your place, I wouldn't marry that woman if she were my girlfriend."
As Henry plodded home that night he reflected on the hardships of married life. A fellow would not be able to spend his time at the pool hall or do any of the hundred and one things that he should have done, but when he met him let him put his feet on the porch railing. Of course it was her house that they were going to live in, but a fat man ought to be comfortable once in a while. He concentrated as he walked along on how to stop this woman from taking her place, cried that the only solution was to run away. So he walked to the station. Cold head of perspiration rolled down his cheeks and a large lump in his throat prevented him from swallowing. He entered the station door and went to the ticket window. "I bought a ticket for some place," he mattered, "Chim, I ruses."
"Good evening, Henry," said the smiling operator,
"You said you want two tickets? Are you going on your homewomen? I declare you certainly are doing it up right. I thought, only last month, that you would never marry. Mabel will make a very conscious wife; she is the most particular person in the world. I smoked a pipe in her kitchen once and I never heard the last of it. Every time that I heard something at a table of tables. Where did you say you wanted to go? Two round-trip tickets, I suppose?"
"I—I have forgotten. I had better go back and ask Maleb. Good evening! Good evening!"
"Say, John, do you approve of this wedding?" Kaufman whined.
The operator was too dumfounded to stop Henry so the latter rushed unhindered through the door way and disappeared into the night. "I couldn't face that man," Kaufmann muttered, as he stumbled along in the semi-dwarfness. "Two tickets! two rounds! I never could come back; well, any way not until Maleb leaves. I'm glad that I have made up my mind to leave. Hum! That's another thing I hadn't thought about. I would rather be dead than not be able to smoke in the kitchen, if I wanted to. But I'm not going to do that. So I have to teach her to like a number of things. I suppose if I want to get away I will have to walk."
He turned off down a side street and after walking some distance, came out upon the public highway. The road was deserted and Henry shuddered to think what might happen if he should meet a robber or trump. The moon had been swallowed in a great hole, and there were unknown terrors, and the trees that bordered the road swayed and creaked in the wind, which grew stronger every minute. Always a man with very much imagination, made beats and creatures of fantastic form out of the shadows about him. His eyes nearly bulged from their socket, and his heart trembled as he stood outside. Even in the brief moments when the lightening illuminated the road, he failed to recongize to his satisfaction some of the shapes which ordinarily he passed without a glance. Bending forward to fight against the strength of the wind, Henry plodded wearily on. He had gone as far as the cemetery when he suddenly saw that he did not stop to rest, he would drop from exhaustion.
Just as he sank to the side of the road, the rain came. A slowelering dampness chilled him to the marrow of his bones and awakened his pet ill, rheumatism. It would never do to go on in this weather, for he would be too stiff to walk. A fat man was not built for walking anyway. When he came home from work, Dr. Henry Kaaufman was thoroughly convinced that he had better think of some other plan.
He waddled alawy back to town. A more wobe-hew, pittiful sight you never saw. He stumbled into an old merchandise store and almost seated himself on top of a great round stone. Old John Tutor, the king of the village, was in a similar position. He was Mrs. O'Brien's former husband's step-father and was to have the honor of giving her away. Although Mr. Tutor was much older than Henry, they were the best of friends. They shared each others pleasures, and their vices, as Mabel called them, were identical. Many afternoons these two spent side by side on the bank of a stream, watching the sun rise and set in stories of fish that they had almost caught.
that is fine. I will go on and dress as if nothing is going to happen and when Mabel does not appear, I will start a hunt. See? Tell her that you have discovered a claw in your son's will that cuts her out of the room. You can see it come over and discuss the matter with you. She will come, I am sure. Accidently get tobacco on her dress and she will start lecturing you on the evil of chewing. Keep her here as long as you can. If you don't, we will never be able to fish together or do the work. In other words, objects I tell you I must marry that woman?
"I don't know if it is not rather a mean trick to play on Ms. O'Brien, but I would like to get even with her for making me throw away a perfectly good piece of Dutchtube tobacco once. Count on me. I will work it somchow, even if I have to call for the police."
This time when Kauffman walked down the street he hold his head up; in fact, he strutted. Everything was right, with the world, for tomorrow he would still have his freedom. At last he arrived at his bachelor home, where he let himself in and peacefully went to bed.
When the wedding day arrived Mabel made cake and reflections, the former sweet, the latter bitter, a great stew of mixed ingredients for the dinner, and tremendous preparations for the supper. The guests were dressed in white on an unusual air of festivity. Ladders had disappeared, the constant swish, swish, swish of breads had stopped, and the parlor was ready in all it's splendor when Henry took his place in front of the table. The two women were quick to defend the Table, the constable, and the fire chief were present. The tiny brown bangalow lost its "extremely mug appearance" because of the people moving in and out of the front door and on the porch. The carousel feet of the neighbors trampled on the table. Even the two willows loaded a little disheveled.
The telephone rang shrilly in the midst of this confusion and a few moments later, Mabel, after a hurried retort that she would be gone just a few minutes, rushed from the house and vanished up
"If nothing happens to join, the ground shakes." "It will be safe. He isn't here. I wonder. I should have been in the kitchen," Mabel away from anything, especially her own wedding." Slowly Henry made his way to the kitchen to get his hat. He moved so slowly that the guests hardly noticed him, but he was a large man and not in the habit of moving and thinking at the same time. Dismal reflections poured into his mind. He would never see Mabel again. Perhaps he did love her a little but there was something about her that made him feel as if he were a child. This is how I remember my first kitchen! This last thought made him clamp his hatch on his head and rush from the kitchen to the overcrowded living room. Just as he entered and stepped into the only vacant space in the room, that spot directly in front of the preacher, the first soft notes of the wedding march broke in upon his thoughts. Everyone in the room craned his neck but Henry felt too guilty to look. Slowly he turned his head. There, coming through a narrow maze made by a ladder, he was still in the head of the Kaufmann family, on the arm of John Tudor. Tudor had only time to whisper a few breathless words in Henry's car. "Didn't have a chance to say a word. Heaven help you. I could!"
finished his cupper, sent the jailer to bring and to burn the rope that they had hanged Llang-SI with, for such was the law. And the jailer perceived that the prison pones must have nosed Llang-Si off the wall and into the river, and so he pocketed the grave 'money,' as was his right.
The Condemned (Continued from page three)
ON WOMAN
A man is born of woman and
the woman's shell surrounds.
Who make their wisdom gleam,
Yet they were bound by woman too,
For all their subtle thought,
We all must fall and yet we rue
The day we chose our lot.
We can't do with or without her,
All gods are dead! May God bless
Chad Neres.
We can't吹 nor Mitmud her!
All gods are dead! May God bless her.
A  L  C  R
Think of lives you've left suspended!
Call it disinterest, if you will.
That shuts a book before 'tis ended;
But better name it murder.
A HERO'S MURDER
The Dang Holy Cow
(Continued from page 136)
vious futile attempts to separate Jess from his rope.
"An educated man sure wouldn't hug a thing like that all over the world," he began. "Nobody'd ever take you for a king when you're carrying that."
Jess merely arranged the collies of his rope and did not answer.
"I'd of thought you nearly got jail for roping that Chinaman in Hong Kong you quit".
"Well, I reckon he didn't get away with my watch, dad."
"Hey! Here's where we get off," interrupted BILL. It was nearly even when JEN and Bill returned to the little village of Gaya. They had been little impressed by their visit to the most sacred of Buddhist temples, although the long ride out and back had tired them far less than it tired most people. At the edge of town they enlisted a ricket two wheeled tonga at JESS suggestion, and, "glad to stretch their legs," started to walk the rest of the way to the station. JES, as usual, carried his hariat, and, at the present moment, he carried it with a loop already formed. He noted with pleasure that the town seemed more full of people than it had in the morning. A thin old cow bartered across the street ahead of them, who were still quite young. The animal's daughter appeared. She was certainly a contrast to her mother for she was a large, strong three-year-old, gifted with an unusually early temper.
At sight of this animal Bill went into action. The cow, unused to having white men dash at her in such a manner, threw her head and wheeled to run. But Jess was a "top hand." His rope was to him as a piano to Pudorewki, an instrument curtly subscribes to his art. The departing bear ran through the door, shouting "figure-eighted" her forefeet and brought her abruptly and unexpectedly to the ground. In an instant Jess released her feet and was astirder her back. The cow arose and began to perform. It was her first performance, but instinct gave her a large supply of tricks and nature an abundance of energy. She made a thrillag ague. Down the street went Jess and she stood on one side while a shaded window glass, except that it followed a zig-zag in four directions instead of two.
The moment Bill reached the spot where Jesus was disgusted shaking himself, a young native selaved
To Bill, who ran amazedly after the two people seemed to pour out of houses like cattle from an open corral gate. He had not thought the town contained a third the people that now appeared. As he ran along a young native stepped from a house he kept pace with him. The others had fallen behind.
Meanwhile Jess had been having difficulties. He had neither circling nor burs and surps, and good rider though he was, he found it increasingly difficult to stay on the skyward side of the pitching animal. He had found more pitch than he wanted. A particularly "mean jump" put Jess in the dust.
"Shibh," he said, and there was terror in blaes
"I am a Christian boy, but that is a sacred cow from Hindu temple, and these Hindu people are treated for treating it so. Hon Shibh," Gaelh—
Hurry!"
A glance behind showed Bill that the situation was indeed serious. Streaming toward them came on overgrowng mountains of natives. Even as he looked at the stop and pick up a rock, He stepped over to Jesus.
"jess," he said, "Follow me and run!-ya hear- RUN!"
Jess had banked with Bill too long to hesitate; he knew that Bill never used that tone unless there was a sound reason for what he said. Looking back he saw the mode of speech, his hot pursuit for an explanation.
The last coach of the Delhi mail was just leaving the station when Jess, and Bill panted onto the platform. Bill did not stop, but, closely follwed by Bob, added into the last compartment of the moving train.
"Say!?" said Jes, as soon as he could talk. "What in blagges you reckon happened?"
"Happened!" gasped Bill, mopping the perspiration from his face. "Why, you loopy up-eared horse thief, it was you ridist that dang holy cow." and the language with which he warmed up the already too hot car must certainly have required much education to learn.
"Well," drawned Jess, undaunted, "if I'd had my boots I'd of rid that dang holy cow."
and Evenings.
GIRLS
AND
GAYETY!
"What worm?"
"Who cares about that?"
COLBERT
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