SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1920
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UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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Russell and Durant Debate Here Nov. 7 Matches Brilliant Pai
Both Speakers Have Established Reputation for Clear
Thinking
Bertrand Russell and Dr. Will Pauw, who will meet at the opening of a museum devoted to "The Art of Curse No. 7, to debate the topic '10 Modern Education in Failure?' are on Tuesday at Cuney Nov. 7
Doctor Durant, well known to Kunan students, has made two appearances before University crowds, last week at the Boston convention. In both instances his sparkling tense style have proved that he speaks even better than he looks.
Bertrand Rassell has an unusual talent for making the intricate simple and the complicated crystal clear. There is nothing fogy about his work because his mind is sharp and piercing, and this not in a disjointed way, but with a logical connection of those who have had him say,
Prof. Ralph Barton Ferry of Harvard has said of him, "One of the most genially distinguished and best and philosophic minds of the age."
The Independent said of him, "a certain mobility of tone characterizes the utterances of Bertraud Russell. A course of that mobility is a course of that mobility of tone. That he has an extraordinary gift for keen observation. 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 Marie Goffman and Miss Paula Meca; Miss Mary Ellen Nelson, of Elkahla. The evening was spent in gallowing Halloween stunts, and danced.
FOR RENT : A very desirable 2018 room modern bungalow near South side of Hill. Particulars, call at 1640 Kentucky. —47
LOST: A black parrot containing about 88, Probably in Gym. Find please call 1783, or leave at Karnar Business office. —46
LOST: Peatt High School ring, class
28. Finder please call Broyles
Johnson at 1925 J. —49
FOR RENT: Newly papered room with sleeping porch. Oil heat on campus. Also guest room for single night or week end. Phone 2180.
FOR RENT: Small newly papered
a. armount. Address 1247 Ohio
Phone 2180. —49
WANTED: Family and student laundry. Guaranteed work and prices reasonable. We call for and deliver, Johnson 2529 M. —40
HAVE YOUR Christmas photograph made at the Moore Studio. Get beautiful oil painted photograph of your friend. 719 Moe Phone 964.
KEYS MADE for trunks, autom-
辆, backpacks and shirts are
repaired, inches and shoes are
Packdocks and nightlight locks for
echo. Kutter's Repair Shop, 8 Eas-
ter Street.
Business and Professional DIRECTORY
838 Mass. Lawrence, Kan.
FIRST CLASS BARRER SHOP
BOB STEWART
812 R Mass. Lawrence, Kari
Sheet Metal W. Wash and Furnaces
E. W. PENCHARD
Rocling - Guttering - Shilghts
Phone 245 13 East 8th St.
LAWRENCE OPTICAL COMPANY Eye Glasses Exclusively 1025 Mass.
MODERN SHOE SHOP
J. A. LYONS
8161 Mad.
Lawrence, Kan.
DR. C. E. ORELUP - EVE B EAR
Special Attention to Glasses
Phone 443. Office over Crown Drug Store
FRANK H. LESCHER
SHOE REPAIRING
812% Mass. Phone 250
GOOD & RICHARDS
Dealers in Wallpaper and Paints,
Lacquers and Oilspots.
Dh. 620 Omaw, Dire Hire, 207-209, W. 8th
Pb. 620 Opp. Fire Dept. 207-209 W. 8th
B. G. GUSTAFSON, Optometrist Complete lines of frames, Broken Lenses Duplicated.
DR. FLORECE BARROWS
OSTEOPATHIC PHONE
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H. W. HUTCHISON
DEPARTMENT
731 Mass. House Bldg. Phone 395
HALEYD LAWRENCE MOTORCYCLES
New and Used
KINGS BUCYCLE SHOP
Phone 915 1014 Mass.
C. C. COBB
Radiator, Body and Fender Work
Radiators rebuilt, bent fenders rolled and
broken welded. Phone 486
Municipalities Increase In Kansas In Four Years
Public improvements have increased materially in Kannas in the past four years, according to figures compiled by John Stuts, executive secretary of he League of Kannas Municipalities, k headquarters here at the University.
With the exception of bonds and light services, nearly all municipally owned utilities have increased. These include public libraries, plants, public libraries, miles of parking, arrange in public parks, fire fighting equipment, auditoriums, and training facilities.
Privately owned light plants have nearly doubled in four years; private tourists camps have grown; and the number of swimming pools increased.
Fall Prepares to Leave
Will Go South to Regain Health to Fight Sentence
Washington, Nov. 4, (UPI)—Former Interior Secretary Albert R. Fall after making public for the first
Rainfall is 5.42 Inches
Rain fall in memorable amounts on 11 days which is four more than the average for a month of the month, which was 1.59 inches fall on October 28. The relative humidity of 75.0 per cent is about 14.3 per cent from the previous秋 for October since 1923. There were five fogy days during the month, which number has not been reached.
The rainfall of 5.42 inches in the heaviest for October since 1913, and is almost double the normal amount. Monthly Meteorological Summary sent out Nov. 1, by Chuck S. Stubbery, obnoxious to Kansas, at Kansas Meteorological Station.
Record of October Is Highest
EK
Since Year 1913
"Daily temperatures during the month," said Prof. C. U. Josey, meteorologist more generally above normal, "but were not high enough to warrant any further investigation." The mean temperature for the month of 88.79 is 2.70 degrees above zero.
Goldberger, Fran Dennining, Irene Bergman, Alie Gallup, Marjorie Luxten, and Katherine FitzGibbon, at Kansas City; Pauline Scholl, at Olsena, Mc. Mj; Marjorie Simmings, and Helen Gibson, at Holton; La Verne Mitchell, at Ruth Mitteings, at Lyndon; Genevieve Charles, at Blue Mount.
Mertha Jane Ulrich of the Alpha Chi Omega home was called to her home in Hamilton by the death of her uncle.
SOCIETY
B. J. Kennedy and Ghadys Griffith,
of the Alain Chi Omega house, are spending the week-end in Tepeque,
where they spend their week-end at her home.
Maurice Seibert, 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. Jameonow, of Topeka; Edward Coomer, of Emporia; Walter Sand-
Tau Nau Tau sorority will entertain with a bribed tea for the new pledges this afternoon at the house. The tables will be decorated with autumn flowers, Mrs. W. A. Churchhouse, housemother will act as hostess.
A football game and a cross-country run between Kansas and Nebraska, were the main features at the Weekly Foundation party at the University of Iowa in scores in each event were the iris. Fitzimmans was reference. A color scheme of Kansas and Nebraska University colors was used, and Kenneth Ewing was in charge of decorations. Evelyn Armstrong had charge of the game.
This Week at the Theaters
Social Calendar
--on in "the Charming Smoke"
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday:
Nancy Carroll and Hal Skelly in "The Dance of Life."
The Patee
Monday: Delores Costello and Donn
alld Navin in "Tender Loin."
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WEDNESDAY: *Barbara Bootford and*
*Conway Tearle in "Smoke Below."*
*Snoop Lover.*
FRIDAY: *Pauline Gaughan and Jack*
*Richiordan in "Earl Waters."*
Saturday: Tom Tyler in "Phantom of the Range."
Tuesday: Al Jolson and May Me Avoy in "The Jazz Singer."
The Dickinson, Sound Picture
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday:
Up!"
Alcorn and Mack in "Why Bring That
Thursday, Friday and Saturday;
"The Lady Lies" with Walter Huston.
Then the jailer and the Governor had Llang-si on the top of the wall and went to their supers in the fortress, leaving the prison ponies to sniff at his body. It was the law that he should not be buried for an hour after he was hung. Llang-si stayed in the fortress until the Governor of the Fortress of Bala, having
Monday, Tuesday: Ruth Chatterton in "The Charming Sinners."
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday:
Varsity, Sound Pictures
Saturday: Ken Maynard in "The Lawlens Legton."
"We shall not have to hang him again," said the inalter. "He is dead."
Henry Albach, LBJ, 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.
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
829 Mass.
The Condemned
By Wesley Rufi
Liang-Si, the condemned, sat in the corner of his cell in the Fortress of Bailu, twisting the last strands of hemp into the ropes which at sunset was to hang him.
"twist it very strong, Lhang-Si", his jailer had urged him that morning, "for If you do not, and it breaks, we shall have to hang you a second time, and you would not like that!"
The Governor went up to him and held the silver mirror of the law before his lips. It was unnatural. He had no choice.
As Llang-Si rolled the tough filters, dipped first into a bowl of thin shellace, across the bit of board upon his knees, and added others, as was the law, and made a rope to langle himself, he sang a song from the rice fields of his own province in the valley. "What you did for it was forbidden to the condemned to sing."
Patiently Liang-Si rolled and twisted the hemp to the words of the song. His rope piled up in a cell on the floor like a snake lying down to rest. But Liang-Si's mind was neither on his song, nor on his rope, for he was thinking of the circumference that were responsible for his present condition.
As Llang-Si was thus occupied, the door to his cell opened and his jail entered.
Plate Lunch 35c
"Here is your food, Lians-Si," he said, smiling. The Governor says you may sing today if you like, and she will.
And again Llang-Si was alone, sunk in thought, pondering over the jailer's words. To be sure, he had given them no trouble. At first, he had taken his sentence as a thing inevitable, but lately the unfairness of the sentence had aroused something in Llang-Si which he could not understand.
And so, after a little, he took off the cover from his dish of food and began to eat, for Llang-Si was a tranquil man who had not killed in anger, not in self defense even—had not killed him at all, who was dead—and he thought not of death, but and a way to keep it, and sate with relish.
After his meal, Llang-Si returned to his rope-making. When he was thus occupied, his active mind turned to the search for the new crop.
Now Llang-Si was a skilful rope weaver. In fact, that had been his occupation before this incident which had entirely changed his life had taken place. He could easily fix the rope so it would not be so strong as it had appeared. He had thought of this once before, but had given it up as impractical and as sure of being detected. But now, he was currently. The jailer and his superiors were such skillful and clever. They never suspect any deception on the part of Llang-Si. They had shown this by their actions before.
So, instead of making the rope perfectly strong, he left one place weak—weak enough so that any fairly hard pull would swamp it in two. By merely looking at the rope, no one with ordinary eyes could have discovered the deception. Then he hurried to the other side. For the hour of his execution was close at hand.
A very few minutes after the rope was finished, the jailer came back and measured it with his force gauge.
"You have done very well, Llang-Si," he commented. "It is a good rope. We shall not have to do it."
The jailer took him to the great wall of the fortress, where an old pine tree stood. A high stool of red lacquer was brought for him to stand upon. Then the jailer knotted the three times about the Bough of the Condemned, and three times about Lang-ng's neck, in accordance with the law.
Llang-Si followed him, with no fear in his heart,
for he was innocent.
And so, Llang-Si was hanged, in accordance with the law, for the black prison ponies, at the crack of the Governor's whip, ran away, dragging the high stool with them. The jailer and the Governor turned their faces away, out of courtesy, for Llang-Si had given then no trouble.
When the Governor had counted fifty puffs on his ivory pipe, which was the law, he turned to see Llang-Si lying face upward on the ground beneath the pine tree. The rope was broken, just above his head, and his eyes were closed, for Llang-Si been somewhat choked before that rope had broken.
The Dang Holy Cow
By "Etna" Marcellus
A humped cow of India lay before the entrance of the Grand Hotel, Calcutta; Jess Cruze of Texas, to conserve perspiration, walker around her. "Why don't you ride her out of the way, Jess?"
"I reckon I could."
As they entered the hotel, an American salesman who chanced to be in the lobby corralled the question pretty thoroughly when he classed them as "a couple of cattlemen who have made their pile of cattle." He proceeded to put them in their ten gallon Stetsons with sun helmets and had grudgingly parted with their boots, but to a fellow countryman the antipathy which their knees have for each other was sufficient identification.
Jess' companion advanced to the hotel desk and signed the proffered register. He wrote, "William I. King of Texas." Of course he had never in his life been called William. He had adopted the name in written form, however, at the close of his one-year high school career twenty-five years ago. It was a more fitting legal signature for an educated man than so frequent a name as Bill.
As Bill and Jess left for their rooms, the native clerk glanced at the signature and started. He examined it again, and, since the manager was not present, he asked if anyone in the prompt assistance to meet the demands of the situation. He too was an educated man, but unfortunately the space in his book which might have contained a study of American geography and government as overseen by the history of European monarchies.
For the next three days Jess and Bill were smothered with service. At meal-time they were so surrounded by servants that they could hardly see out. Bill especially was harassed with service. At his approach turbans bowed toward knees. He was always addressed as "Hurux" or "Maharaja." Even in the cattailmen's room one or more servants would greet him with morning, however, Bill slowed up this branch of activities by throwing one servant, who tried to put his shoes on for him, into the hall.
The American salesman, noticing the exaggerated attention the cattlemen were receiving, made inquiries. The result of these inquiries was violent. He was taken to a large room in his room and laughed—as continuously as his physical endurance would allow—for thirty minutes. On recovering he paid Jess and Bill a visit in their room. He concluded his explanation by saying, "Let me read your name, William First, King of Texas."
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The next day on the train Bill was condescending—and prone to talk about it.
"Having an education cure is a remarkable help, Jess. It makes a man stand out, especially when he gets away from the home range. Now take yesterday, see what happened. Of course everybody at home knows you've got your strong points, but I don't reckon anybody'd ever mistake you for a king for whatever your name was. Of course I'm naturally sort of prominent anyway, but education—"
"For an educated man," interrupted Jess, "you sure do have a time getting your mind off one line. Reckon it never helped you win any steer ridn' contests; did it? It?" Jess, who enjoyed attention, however gained, centered on himself, was playing veterinary to a somewhat battered vanity.
"Can't see your medal's doing you much good here," countered Bill. "It's all right at home, but being able to stick on a steer don't bring you any prominence out in the world."
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Both men looked out of the window for a time. "Speaking of cattle," said Bill a few moments later, "I read once about some country where folks there owes were holy—seems to me it was here in India."
"Hmph," said Jess.
"Holy!" suorted Jess, "Reckon you didn't see the Indian cow they shipped in for the Quanna Rodeo
"Anyhow the natives seem pretty much scared to bother 'em much."
For some time the conversation ceased. Bill patronizingly surveyed the passing country, and Jess gazed at the bargeage rack. His unseeing look testified that his mental backboard was rattling along at an unaccustomedly rapid trot. Presently he indicated the successful end of his mental efforts.
"If I only had my boots," he muttered.
He unfolded his six feet of lanky architecture, reached up to the baggage rack, took down a grip and extracted from it a thirty-five foot lariat. Bill looked on with resignation born of many pre-
Not a Word
By Frances Everbart
trudged the sharp descent of the board sidewalk dug a short, plump man who was alightly perspiring. The pockets of his wilted, but painfully clean, brown suit bulged with objects suggesting fishing reels, and the miscellaneous articles that a small boy carries in his pockets. His cheeks were flushed from the heat and his steep climb up the staircase to the kitchen, where comfortable bachelor room, an extremely untily place to be sure, but the one place in which Henry Kauffmann was master and to him stood for home and comfort. His face was a picture of uneasiness and trouble and deep wrinkles marred his low forehead. He mopped his bald head as he waddled slowly over the rough boards of the desert street, talking to the other inhabitants of the town had taken refuge in the comparative coolness of the doorways and porches.
It was a sweeter day and no time to be in the sun, as Henry Kauffman would have told you. "Of all the days in the month," he muttered, "Mahal but pick the hotest. It’s good weather to be out fishing somewhere but I would rather be beaten thin made to work. The old saying ‘there’s no feel like fishing’ is true." He offers an ideal for forty years. At this late hour, without a struggle, I find myself caught up in the net of matrimony. I can’t remember how Mabel did it or when it happened. I declare I can’t for the life of me recollect asked her to be my wife. Heaven deliver me from that! Why, it was all arranged before I even opened my mouth. I’ll be masturbed though. Why, it will be my way. Show them from the first open with us; that's the only way Brace up, Henry! Brace up, there may be a way out of this mess yet."
He was approaching a small brown bungalow which nestled in the shadow of two willow trees. A place one would speak of as snug and a little stern, the backyard where the children bobbed and groomed. The boards of the walk were painted a nissle, drab brown and even the two rows of pinks that bordered the walk appeared to have been geometrically placed. He lumbered up the front steps and collapsed weakly into a large wicker rack with four cots comfortably on the porch railing. He dosed there until the screen door hung. Then he was wide awake.
"Henry Kaufman! What do you mean by loafing around this house? When you are my husband don't you dare to do any day-dreaming on this front porch. The idea of putting your dirty shoes on my railing doesn't matter, right? I just don't untidy about everything that you do. Just look at your pockets; } loaded with trash already, and if it had not been for me, that suit would be dirty by itself. I see that you will have to be taught quite a number of things that you either don't know or want to learn. You have to the house at once and help me put up a wreath on the light in the parlor. I declare, by the interest you take in things a body would never know that you are to be married to me tomorrow. Lazy! That is what we all want to do, most probably fishing or gossiping with that worthless every blessed inch of this house since 5:00 o'clock this morning while you, if you were up at all, were John Tudor. The two of you are a problem, with your everlasting fishing and chewing tobacco. It was never that useful, but I used it once useful in a while. I am not loafing just because it is the day before my wedding. No indeed!
Although "Widow" *O'Brien* was scarcely five feet tall she ruled her tiny home as if she were a statety queen. Her gray hair was slicked back behind her ears and her sharp nose, her square c耳, and her shaven head. Oh her eye. A shall word from her was enough to make one results that she was not to be ignored.
"You have about as much bone and sense as Dutch tobacco. You run away from work as if it was the pest. Unless I have lost my strength, you will soon have to move quicker."
With a persuasive poke of her sharp finger, the future Mrs. Kaufman succeeded in getting Henry into the house. The sight inside was enough to frighten any would-be groom. Mabel, believing that funeral wreaths were cheaper than elaborate bouquets, had strenued the parlor with the dismal things until it had the appearance of being decorated with flowers. As soon as he was to be buried instead of married on the mordining room made Henry feel more than ever that row.
"Your ideas of decorating are beyond me, Mabel. Who have you decided to have give you away?" "Of all the question boxes! My former husband's stepfather will have that pleasure. My own father is flat on his back with a severe attack of the goat combined with drink. Elizabeth Jane, my late hus-
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and Evenings.
dwich Shop
GIRLS
AND
GAYETY!
"What worm?"
"Who cares about that?"
COLBERT