SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 3.1920
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
Bertard Russell and Dr. Will Darrell, who will rise at the opening of the conference in August, will course Nov. 7 to debate the topic "I Middle Education - a Failure?" are
Doctor Durant, well known to Kauai students, has made two appearances before University crests, last summer. He is one of the at honors curriculum. In both instances his spiky tense style have been a bit more hearsome; he speaks even better on his verbiage.
Dorland 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 and piercing, and this not in a disjointed way, but with a logical connection of those, those who have heard him say,
Prof. Ralph Barton Perry of Provid, has said his aid, "One who most genuinely distinguished can and philosophic minds" is gone.
The Independent said of his certain mobility of tone character the independence of his ability of feeling i course of that mobility of tone; he has an extraordinary gift for writing; he adds to these qualities a renown command of effective speech, have a combination difficult to master.
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Public improvements have increased materially in Kansas in the past four years, according to figures compiled by John Stuts, executive secretary of the League of Kansas Municipalities, at headquarters here at the University.
With the extension of bonds and light services, nearly all municipally owned utilities have increased. These include schools, plants, public libraries, miles of paying, arrange in public parks, fire stations, gas stations, and swimming pools.
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
Will Go South to Regain Health to Fight Sentence
Leave
Washington, Nov. 3, (UP)—Former Interior Secretary Abel B. Fall after making public for the first time his story of the $100,000 loan.
Rainfall is 5.42 Inches
The rainfall of 5.42 inches is the heaviest for October since 1913, and is almost double the normal amount. Monthly Meteorological Summary sent out Nov. 1, by Clark S. Sinclairbury, observatory of Kansas University. (Susan Donnelly)
Record of October Is Highest
Rain fell in measurable amounts on 11 days which is four more than the point number. The hardest rain fell in August, and it fell on October 28. The relative humidity of 75.6 per cent in about 13 hours was slightly above that for October since 1623. There were five forgy days; during the month, which number has not been reached.
Since Year 1913
"Daily temperatures during the mil" said Prof. C, J. dosse, meteorologist. "but were not high enough to give any outstanding record." The mean temperature for the month above the normal for October. The maxi-
SOCIETY
Gibbersberg, Frant Deining, Iron,
Bergman, Alice Gallup, Marjorie
Luxten, and Katherine FitzGibbon, at
Kannan City; Pauline Scholl, at
Oteaen, Mo.; Maria Simmings, and
Helen Gibson, at Hoboken, La.
Simmings, at Lynwood Hibbinges, at
Lynod, Genevieve Clarke, at Blue Mound.
Martha June Urich of the Alpha Chi Omega house was called to her home in Hamilton by the death of her niece.
B. J. Kennedy and Gladys Griffith, cf the Alpha Chi Omega house, are attending the week-end in Topeka, KS, to visit the campus and spend the week-end at her home.
Maurice Subert, of Marion, was a guest at the Phil Delta Theta house Friday.
Delta Signa Lamidia guests this week-end are Don Rhondes, and H. C. Jamison, of Toupmki; Edward Ward, of Kansas City; Ernle Johnson, of Kansas City.
at the Memorial Union buildings, about 35 guests were present. Out-of-town guests were MISS Marie White and DANA HILLMAN; pacha; Mary Miss Ellen Nelson, of Elksau. The evening was spent in Halloween attends, and dancing.
Tau Na Tau sorority will entertain with a bribe tea for the new pledges this afternoon at the house. The tables will be decorated with autumn flowers, Mrs. W. A. Churchill, 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 Iowa State Football team in scores in each event who a tie. Iria Fitzsimons was referee. A color scheme of Kansas and Nebraska University colors was used, and Kenneth Armstrong in charge of decorations. Evelyn Arrington and charges of the refreshments.
This Week at the Theaters
Social Calendar
--ton in "The Charming Sinners."
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
The Patee
"To err is human; to forgive, divine." I've heard
Monday: Delores Costello and Don
ald Nalgren in "Tender Loin."
Tuesday: Al Johnson and May Mei
Nelson in "Tender Loin."
Wednesday: Barbara Bedford nenn
Conway Tearle in "Smoke Bellow."
Thursday: "The Heroe Lower."
Friday: "The Woman and Jack
Richardson in "Eager Lips."
Saturday: Tom Tibbey in "D."
Saturday: Ken Maynard in "The Lawless Legion."
Recreation in Tom Tyler Lake
Saturday: Tom Tyler in "Phantom of the Range."
The Dickinson, Sound Pictures Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday Up!"
Moran and Mack in "Why Bring That Thursday, Friday and Saturday." "The Lady Lies" with Walter Huston.
Varsity, Sound Pictures
for 10:10 - The *Chroming Sender*
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday:
Nancy Carroll and Hal Skelly in "The
Dance of Life"
Henry Abbach, L.I.B., 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."
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"A common thief at the bar has the right under the law, of being considered innocent till proved guilty, . . . but what chance I have? You said that you saved me from the law. You saved me in such a way that my guilt was assumed and 'forgiven' before I had a chance to assert my innocence. I could never have proven my case and you knew. I did not dare leave. , no questions are answer and your 'forgiveness' took the form of a letter of rememberance. You knew that you would have your glory of benignity and the pleasure of seeing me cringe under the weight of your forgiveness.
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To Forgive . . Divine
Bu Clara Ellen Bradford
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Gayle stood with her back to the sturdy, paneled door that opened into the sanctum of J. H. Renolds, the district manager of a great railroad company. Her hand, which held fast to the chaise bronze door knob, tightened convulsively, until knuckles went off and she regained control. Gayle waited without lifting her glance from the toes of her pumps, which were half buried in the silken pile of the carpet. When her breathing became more normal, she crossed the now deserted outer office and entered the employee restroom. She felt off-cuff socks spotted on her tired body, but for Gayle's attention mind there was no comfort.
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Had she really spoken? Had she displayed all the tortured hatred that had grown cancer and sore during the last five years? Could it really have been herself, the usual timid stonemograph . . . beaten and broken . . . that had fired him . . . that had loved to speak? Mr. Renodis had seemed tired and old when he looked up from his papers, and pushed them under the great, green Budha paper-weight. She had hated to hurt him . . . but she hated him worse. Her speech had been better than it was. From that day, five years before, the speech had been in her mind; forming and growing with insincillious persistence.
Often Gayle had thought the time had come when she could no longer hide it. Every time a new girl had been employed in the outer office, Gayle had felt in the stillness that fell at her entrance into the restroom that the stenographer had just heard her inglorious story of being raped and murdered by Maggie he had said. "He realized that she was the only person besides himself who knew the combination to the private safe, so when a copy of the new western franchise appeared in the newspapers the day after it had been signed, although the central office had no choice but to brand her the guilty party. The central office was furious, and no wonder, for it gave the S. W. L. crowd an even break. Of course, most men would have fired her. I'll bet she was well paid for her information, and Mr. Renolds needn't be told off by the guilty rid of her he told us that we must be as generous as he was, and forgive and forget it all. Wasn't that dear of him."
Such occasions were rare, but every day held a period of torture for the stricken Gayle. At five-thirty each evening she closed her desk, and stood up; Mr. Renolds would look up at that moment and smile. . . . a sly slimy smile Gayle had come to think it.
"Mr. Renolds," she had heard that voice say, "I have something to say to you. I have held it in for five years, but tonight you'll have to listen to me. For five years you have had the pleasure of watching me cringe and bend beneath the lashing of your forgiveness and endure the history of your forgiveness. You always had to be seeking victims for torture but you have had one by your side, always ready. You called it 'kindness', and you said you were 'forgiving'. Well, I've been crushed by your kindness, and drowned in your sickly sweet forgiveness! People have held up and thought that you would be a bright man, who in pretended plaint taught them to point with whining of piety at me . . . the victim of your 'forgiveness.'
"Well, Miss Edwards," he always said, "Is your work all done? That's fine! You closed the safe; Good! No papers left around, are there? All right, that's a good girl! I always say that just because a person makes a mistake, you should go back to work go into that now; what's done is done, and we'll just forgive and forget. Eh?"
Every night her stinging repulsed had burned her lips, but for five years she had merely smiled and felt alive.
lmight had been different. Gayle in the dusky safety of the rest room, trembled as she remembered it! Had she really spoken? Had her voice been loud enough that she had heard dimly sobre she sounding in her ear?
you say it so often that it shrinks through my dreams! I hate forgiveness, . . . divine? Yes, and the Devil, and I know it's true, can ape divinity! You, a smiling devil of forgiveness, . . . Oh!"
Then the door had opened and shut, and Gayle had been outside.
She rose and walked wearly about the room. Had she really said all that, or had it been the trick of her overweight imagination? Had anything really happened in the interval between the time when she had left her desk and the time she found herself in the outer office? Perhaps she had run from the room, and the words had been spoken in her own mind! That must be it. She couldn't have said it Mr. Ronalds would have said it Mr. Gayle had no rememberance of him after he had smiled and pushed the papers under the green Buddha paper-weight. If she had let her runs away with her so she could never come back. The walls which had once seemed a prison to her, now looked natural and familiar. She liked the peace and quiet of her office and the right imgs; but most of all she had sent railroad, which she had seen grow and expand as she worked, to love . . . it would be no fun to hunt a job!
Gayle picked up her hat and put it on. She started to the outer door, if she only knew? Had she spoken? Dare she come back in the morning? Turning, she crossed the outer office and tapped
"Come!"
Gaggle opened the door. "I've come to say. . . "
"She faltered and then stopped.
Mr. Roelws is still sitting at his desk, looking at his green paperweight. His lips were tightly closed. His eyes were fixed and shadowed. Gayle was afraid he might look at her and rather than meet the glance of those eyes, she looked away toward her own desk in the corner.
"Yes . . . Miss Edwards," he said at last, "is there something you have left unsaid?"
There was a falter, a tremble, and perhaps a sign of weariness in his voice, but to Gayle it sounded with the sweetness of kindness which no longer seemed cruel. He was just the kindest man I had ever seen. He couldn't have been so if he had spoken! Gayle felt the weight and oppression of the years fall from her drab shoulders.
"I only meant . . ." she faltered, "that I forgot to say goodnight!"
There was a brief pause. The man and the green Buddha returned glance for glance. Then the man spoke aloud.
“It’s been hot today,” he said. “None of us have been ourselves. Goodnight. . . . . hope it will rain before morning.”
The man's hands toyed briefly with the paperyweight and then put it down in its place. The paneled door, with its chaste bronze door knob, was closed softly. The green Buddha, carved of stone, smiled inscrutely, as it squatted there, on its nest of papers and stared straight ahead!
Cv Plunker Settles Up
It was not far to the ramshackle house in front of which the body of Cy Plurinker lay. The two men were out of the truck before the engine had died, and without stopping to make a careful examination they lifted Cy into the sky, where he eventually gaged at the old man, they were amazed to see him slowly return to consciousness. He moved an arm and turned over, then he sat up in the bed of the truck and stared unsteadily at the two men. The next thing they knew Cy was digging his toes in the floor, drawing mud abundantly a fifty cent piece.
"Yeah, ar' it too bad, too. I always liked Cay.
He was a good man, he worked ar' there
from home." I felt faint in the air.
(Continued from page one)
he'd better lay off the whiskey."
"By the way, Jed," he managed to articulate,
"howevever dollar lost horrid last August. Cert-
nificate against him."
And with that Cyl Plunker fell back into a drunken stupor from which he never awoke.
A Modern Fable
character's speeches and in the whole atmosphere of the play.
Just as "Strange Interlude" is sometimes deep and moving and at other times lacking in taste, so is "Dynamo" concerned at times with sincere human problems and the rest of the time with trite and unpleasant situations. Let us hope that in the remaining plays of the triology, Mr. O'Neill will return to his style and sincerity of "Beyond the Horizon."
Over the Slab
By Lida Eckdall
If you're the vagabond in your veins—and if the flame of gypsies burns high with the coming of drifting thistle seeds—then one afternoon you cut chasses and took a trip to Kansas City—
Along the road the dend gray grasses lie in crumpled shocks and the sky is bright with its last of summer brilliance—houses with that smug, settled-down appearance—corn shocks—other corn, standing with stark yellow stalks—chickens pecking—a farmer leaning on a rake—and a hot dog stand.
Tabe Ruth signs—eider in gallon, mellon-colored jumps—pork sandwiches and apples in a basket—Tonganoxie—deserted swimming pool across the way from the lumberyard teasing from the side of a lumber yard fence.
Tinged ivy along a brook—shivering cottonwood trees and pumps at their bases. A house or two that thicken into rows of bungalows—suburban groceries, drug stores and filling stations—treatment houses—shops. Home businesses—more stores and wholesale houses—the bus house and Kansas City.
The blue smoke of autumn comes over the horizon. Outside, only a streak of sky above dark ground—now and then a square of red light—perhaps dotted by a figure—a dimly, a draymark windless sleep against the velled sky—long lines that waist in the grass, or become droogy too. Lights and the bridge, but nobody cares—the Bowserock Mills—then slowly up to the bus station—and the cry of:
Shop windows - Schmelzters with red sweaters and duck decoys - painted ducks on a painted sky sail over a painted marsh - high brown boots and corduroy trousers - guns of wuthin's sticks, cakes and molds - red and russet - brown and green - the feel of feet slipped into kid-lined slipers - Spanish brown slipers with little gold buckles. The purple richness of a theater - the firm richness of Bacus' grapes - talikies and "The Cock-Eyed World." Afterward - Wolf's chocolate and rush back to the bus station.
"Taxi! Taxi! Taxi here—."
MY IDLE THOUGHTS
at the Episcopal funeral of my agnostic friend,
"Chicken."
You would have liked your rites had you been present.
Chicken, the rector hath praised thee of Hell.
Your beliefs had naught to do with 't; perhaps it
Two glorious infidels were we together.
As good as ever any priest cast nether.
In other ways somewhat, more pleasant,
I thought how well I knew you, more than any;
what was the feeling?
1. wondered, you were at your funeral?
Now can you see what puzzled all?
Could you help me? Make me more seeing?
Combine both of us in one being?
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Chick, has anything been explained,
do we live still, is your own self retained?
I must confess I think ye sleep,
Asye did here, lost in a deep,
Sweet slumber; that ye now dream not,
And men talk to heaven and hell speak rot;
For life is like liquid; there is somewhere a tank
From which lives are dipped as soup is hadled.
The individual, the soul, may thank
That source for itself, which is fixed before cradled.
Though none can know, I think your mind has been
Dissolved, recasted, combined again.
Geoffrey Twotu.
A STAY AT HOME
By day they are gay adventurers,
Quite taintingly, they say
"You know you're tired of this place
Why don't you run away?"
But I never quite believe them. Because I've heard, then cry. How lonely they are without a home. In the night as they go by.
Trains tell their secrets to the dark;
All night I hear them moan
"We are so very lonesome,
We haven't any home."
—Wenlo.
Sandwich Shop
Noon and Evenings.
N
GIRLS
AND
GAYETY!
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