SUNDAY. OCTOBER 20, 1920
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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Society Around The Hill
The Lutheran student group held a steak fry Friday evening. The students met at Trinity Lutheran Church at 5 o'clock where they boarded trucks and drove to Brownsville but fifty persons attended the fry.
Westminster hall held open house Friday night with a gypsy party. Fortune telling and games were played, the mystic realm of gypsies in a dark room. Gypsy music was given by Rowena Partridge, Kay Christiansen and Doughns, and Abraham Asie, Riseon of doughnuts and older were served.
Chaperones were Misses Mary Larsen and Clara Hornstaff of the K. U. faculty and the Rev. and Mrs. Charles A. Puls.
Corbin hall guests Saturday were C. P. Stover, J. G. McWilliams and Avis M. Williams of Morrill, W. T. Markham and R. L. Loveville of Vale Center, Liciele Titun, Kattina Eros and Careline McCarthy of Manhattan
Phi Mu Alpha announces the pledging of; Larry King of Electron, Tex. Robert Buxton of Joplin, Mo. James DeLay of Boston, George Hector Bajd of Cockey City; Gavin Daughty of St. Joseph, Ma.; Charles Sager of Leavenworth; Michael Ruffell of Olsen, Olina, Keith Morrison of Holston, and Hiel Pugh of Independence.
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The Baptist young people held a celebration on Sunday night, Games and a treasure hunt were the features of the evening. Refreshments of cake and cider were served.
Frances Reeves of Kansas City and Vern Abercrombie of Beloit are guests of Robert Culbertson this week end.
Delta Zeta guets this week end
Delta Zeta guet's
thursday Pratt, Jamestown; Mrs. Marjorie
Taylor, Abhence; Mrs. Robert Ernest,
Chiouen, Hil; and Miss Ewah Wheat-
er
Mr. and Mrs. O. L. Sherwood, Hutch
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inson, are guests at the Phi Gamma Delna house. Others are asked are: Dee Adams, Ablene D. M. Kerr, Robert B. Sweeney, Earl Kirk, Hutchinson; George Brown, Graham Campbell, Dr. and Mrs. Horn, Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Jewett, Parsons; Bert Suttle, Bartvilleke, Okla.; Dio; Daily, Bill Daily, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Fulter, Seneca; Mr. and Mrs. Don Elerman, Ms. and Mrs. W. H. Kline, Mrs. W. M, P. Haphill, Kaunas City; O. F. Nelson, Newton.
Mr. and Mrs. O, F. Nelson of Newton were guests of their daughter, Marjorie, at the Kappa Kappa Gamma house Saturday.
Mvir, Vigil Murrell of Atchison was the guest of her daughter Nancy at the Kappa Kappa Gamma house this week end.
Mr. Carl E. Riley and Mr. George L. Davia of Kunawa City, Mo., were guests at the Kappa Kappa Gamma house this week end.
of Eldorado, Helen Haney of Ackham,
katherine Creveling of Arkansas City,
George Ogrin Bowman and Lois
Manning, J. F. Euns of Edmond,
Guests at Ricker hall this week end will be Dr. Eleanor Baldwin, a specialist Field and Phyllis Milner of her dependence; Oga Head, Joyce Miller of the College of Arts; Elmer Taylor of Topeka.
The students of the Congregational Church held a masquerade Halloween party in the church gymnasium Friday evening. A "spook" play was presented and played. Refreshments were served to the close of the evening.
Helen Layton, Margaret Mize, Alice Sutton, Jonny Bemkern, Katherine Cotton, Tanya Lloyd, Kristen Grengg, Billies Courdle, Ruth Cookes, Roberta Nelson Efather Codill, Jake Strone, Dorothy Taylor, Dorie Dugan, Jennifer Hall, Jean Garrard and Pauline Hancock.
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Guests at the Alpha Omicron ICP house for the week end are Mr. O, M. H. H. L. Nancey Frayer of Kansas City; Mr, and Mrs. Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrelts of Morran and Ken Donald, and Fay Seddun of Macklesie; Frances South
Members of the Delta Delta Delta
sorcery of Manhattan are guests of
Kappa Alpha Theta for the week end.
Pi Upson has as guests for the
Fi Upson visit at the White House.
Ralph Nash and Mort White of Belfast,
Merrill Shawson and Bill Shone
and St., T. Osterhold of Holocaust.
of Jamestown, and Dr. and Mrs. W. Longnecker of Elsmore.
Dean S. B. Braden of the School of Religion will presach at the First Christian Chruch of McPherson this morning. This afternoon he will speak about the importance of faith in this trip is being made in the interests of the Kanaas Bible College.
orchestra played for dancing. the chaperones were Grace, G. of Ghana, Kpaja house, Mr. O. Running of the Alpha Gamma O. Running of the Phi Kpa house.
Members of the Phi Kappa fraternity entertained Friday evening for visiting members of the Manhattan Phi Kappa chapter. Freddy Agnew's
Guests at the Kappa Kappa Gamma house this week end will be: Eolin Bellamont, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers at Tulau, Okla. Olith, Kolleth Carol of Leavenworth, Helen Hardburtenn of Norman, Oklah. Virginia Judd of St. Louis, Missouri Margaret Cheeny, Dorothy Lingse, Derek Freeman, Feylin Anderson, George McKay and Clea Van Meter of Manhattan.
chapter of Manhattan and a number of visiting alumni. Chapereons were Mrs. Church of the Kappa Kappa Gamma house, Mrs. Thomas of the Phi Beta PI house, and Mrs. N. K. Beta PI, Kappa Sigma house mother.
The Kappa Sigma graternity held an informal party Friday night at their house, 1557 Tennesse. Tommy Johnson's Sorrenaders furnished the music. Red and white roses were the theme for the evening; were members of the Kappa Sigma
Guests were: Julian Kollet and Ellen Smith of Kansas City, Orville Basket and Dorothy Harger of Abilene. Guests included Melissa and Rodney Rhodes of McPherson.
Kappa Sigs from Manhattan who attended the party were: Chude Rhodes, John Corrish Platt, Bill Boggess, Bill Robinson, Bill Rogges and Carl Shaver.
Guests at the Phi Alpha Delta
house this week end are: Den Dearler,
Fort Scott; Lee Anderson,
Aubrey Necle, Mark Head, Bort Belt,
Bell, Bell, and Tommy Ice of
Coffeville, David K. Ward of
Kansas City.
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
The Witching Hour By Maxine Barrus
OUILL
The moon looked down on the grave at the edge of the Dumwaindrone estate and etched leaf patterns in the grass. The moon looked again and saw dim, shadowless figures moving beneath the trees. "They dispatched a supply with a levy of beams to the grave at Dumwaindrone.
"Now they've have shadows," the moon whispered to a star nearby, as she glanced toward a slow Bristol river lapping its banks full three thousand feet. The water and the beams were seen back to their mother moon.
"They can't have shadows, the moonbeams recorded. "They aren't real resemble."
The picklecins seemed to be having a jolly time. They flitted about from person to person, talking and laughing and sampling the delicacies from Peter's hamper. Finally, a homely old gentleman came up behind him and gave the moon would have recognized him as David Haram bad he beer a mooneum in the grave and able to draw the hrawl of his familiar "low-bride" story. While they were thus enugaged a long, low, shining smile appeared on his face and their composition theirs. They unrolled back and forth, bewildered, terror-terrified; until a handsome girl in evening dress stepped out on the running board and spoke *t* them. They stopped to hear him gradually drawing nerves to the car. Then they gathered around to gather up the picnic remains. Their fun was
"Nat real people. Why, how can you say that? They look exactly like men and women and boys and girls." The moan spoke silently, but the beams understood.
"Ver," replied the moon, you must go back. I can watch with my glasses, but I can't hear them they吵". So it was that forty thousand moon, two hundred and ninety thousand and the moon followed with her eyes.
"What can they be doing in the grave at Dawndirn," the moon wondered. She watched closely, and not long after she saw a boy clad in autumn pants with an elbow grazed by a bicorn piercise hammer as large as he himself was. "Why, it's Peter Pan," cried the moon, pleased to have recognised him. Only laterly had he been spending her days lying in the blue and reading Barrie's stories, which then filled his lamp and beckon the figures to gather round.
They replied with shrugs, and chorused, "We off-hawks that but they only shook their heads can't have them—we aren't real people." There was no answer. "If indeed? There would have asked them what they are if they're not real." The moon mother was annoyed, "Histen back and ask them now," she commanded. And taking her celestial binoculars from a clofd of clouds, she brought the grove at Dunwaundin close to her eyes. Through the lenses she saw the figures, dressed in oldly assorted fashion; some were wearing white wigs, others in figures in great ruffled hoop skirts, and others in flowing robes like Grecian women were.
So prosecured was she with her watch that she was unwary that the moonbums had returned to town. They looked from one to another, trying to prepare some bold horn to mudge her, in but via. Every moonbear knew the moon mother didn't like to be nudged. She would have been for her herbieck to clean the lenses, and saw them.
"Ah," she said, "you have returned. Tell me cuck, who are they?"
And each moonbounce started to coll in his own way what they had found in the grove. Though they spoke silently the moon clasped her hands over him as he walked and looked out of thunder when you all talk together, and I can understand nothing." Then there was a noisy silence, because no moonbounce wanted to tell the story alone. "Well, two of you may tell it," said the moon, when she remembered that the bennas were timid
So two of the moon beams stopped out and told their tale in unison. "Those are book people," they said, "stolen forth from the Dumunward library to have a pierce in the grave during witching hour. I think that the rest is written out of dust from their covers and crept out without awakening the rest. David Copperfield is there, and Hamlet, and Ivanhoe in a gleaning coat of mail. We saw the Trojan Horse talking with Dorothy and her daughter about everything they talked about the servant problem. Peter Pan brought the food hamper, and Jane Eyre is down there making sandwiches of angel food cake and strawberry jam. Others there are, but we couldn't make them all. Please let us return to watch them at the farm. Maybe they will let us play with them."
snoiled at being discovered.
The moon, anxious to hear the explanation, faded for her moombaum, and straightway they came up to me.
"What happened?" she questioned tersely, then added, "the same two may answer."
"It was a young man bringing the heiries of Dundurnbird home from a party, or rather to another party," the same two mooncakes made reply, "The young lady saw the characters of her father's library in the grove so she had her escort drive out." So she said, "What's going on here my hearty?" she said.
"If you please, mine," spoke David Copperfield, "it's a taw of the book people come out to giddy with."
"Witching hone?" the young lady repeated, "Well,
what time do you think it is?
"Between twelve and one of the clock, miss.
That was always witching hour."
"And then the young lady laughed a silly laugh and told them that they were behind the times. 'Witching hour,' she said "and has been moved up a hundred times." She is a good friend, and there are too many people out who whooching it up for the zero hour, to be very biting. When you want to picnic in peace you'll have to come back between three and four. Then if you want to eat at a nice secluded place you may not be disturbed."
The moon looked down on the grove at the edge of Dunwaind and etched leaf patterns in the grass. The moon looked again, but there were no dian, shadowless figures moving beneath the trees.
Moon Tinfoil (Continued from page 3)
begin on the epic. One always does the best work on ends early in the evening—the author says."
on epics early in the evening, the author says." In the weeks that followed there was no peace in the white yarn cushion under the pear tree for the winter and the summer energies on becoming artist. He let his hair grow until it hung in a struggling fringe about the edge of his black cap, and he took to wearing a long, black "artist" i.e. the fastened in a flatpoppy bow beneath his ruff. The roff was no longer clean and the artist liked to have him wear it; and sometimes he would not change it for a fresh one for two or three days.
He no longer helped Pierretta with the dishes much after help in support. If he no longer paid Pierretta any attention, whatever. Each might he spread out on the floor to see what he saw on the epiic. Pierletta would go out and sit on the back steps and look at the moon, shining for all the world as if it were silver, because she could not sit in the kitchen without bothering Pierrot. Somewhere he was thinking about animals and amphip, and sometimes, if he had written just what he wanted to write, he would rub his hands with joy and be greatly elated. But when he was pleased he always wanted to go to bed, so between times when being tired, Pierletta got no companionship at all.
Each afternoon she sat waiting for Pierro to come home, and sang to herself the songs he had once made under the pear tree. Each afternoon she hoped that night he would sing her a new one. She had always been working on the epic. He thought so much about his work that he did not even notice what Pierrob had for supper. She was glad, because now often there was not much to eat at all. Since Pierro had given me a full bag of long inedible brown envelopes from the publisher. The envelopes still came, but they brought only indignant demands as to why poems were not forthcoming. Pierrot promptly troweled the envelopes in the wastekest. He said it was digressive the his Past kept bounding him through his public era.
Then, when Pierritte thought she could not possibly stand things as they were any longer, the Clown came. One night Pierritt had been especially interested in the pearl tree to sit beneath the pear tree. The moon—a thin silver crescent of a moon—shone steadily through the blossoms. Pierritte softly because, looking at it, she could not believe what Pierritt told her "I don't know if I should be a point to believe what Pierritt told her." Suddenly up and saw and saw the Clown standing above her. His hands were holding the bunch of red, yellow and pink balloons he had been selling at the store. He was amazed by the nessness, and his eyes looked at her as if he knew all about the epic and the weeks when there had been almost nothing to eat in the little cottage. He looked so old and foolish that he even might know where the picnic would be. "Please, Mr. Clown is the moon silver or not?"
And the Clown laughed, as if he'd known all about the moons that ever were. "Of course it's silver," he said. "Has someone been telling you that old still that it's nothing but tinfolt?" They started
that story in my day, but I know it's not true. The circus manager sent his price traktor up in an airplane to investigate, and the traprator said it was hard as any silver he ever touched. He even brought back a chip and had it tested. Don't cry anymore because there will find out soon, some day wait and see."
Petrote blinked and dried her eyes. When she looked up again, the Clown had started on down the road, swinging his bunch of balloons above his head. The Clown had said that Petrote's wonderful new philology was only an old one after all! She giggled andFIerrer Fierred would feed it he could have heard that.
Finally the epic was finished and sent off to the publishers. For one night Pierrot helped wipe the dust from his coat, which remained discontentiety, for the postman to bring a long, brown envelope. Each night he beailed Pierrot's letter.
"The moon is a silver of tinfoil"
Pinned on a eneseeloth skv—"
And every night Picotte smiled and thought of the Clown's saying that Picrotte's idea of the moon was very old. She could smile now since she knew that the moon was really silver. After all, Picrotte was wonderful to be able to think things about the moon, even if they were wrong.
The one afternoon when Pierrot had gone for a walk in the park, the brown envelope came. Pierrot sat on the postman, then hid it behind the kitchen chair and waited till after supper. She knew by its fatness that it held, not a check, but the epic manuscript returned from the publisher. So she hid it, and began to read it.
She had just placed the last half pear upside on its lettuce leaf and poured the spoonful of saffron dressing over it when a joyful, foolish snatch of her brought her through the window, and Pierced came in.
Pierrette looked up in astonishment. His hair no longer struggled below the cap which jautitantly on his head, the floppy black tie was gone, and his ruff stood out more stiffly-starched than she could have starched it. He was the old Pierrette again, and he danced into the kitchen and kissed her.
"Pierrettre, listen. I've found something new! The moon is silver, iliver all, it is it. I know that funny author chap9. Well, I want to see this him! He has a gold necklace and he Guess what he said. That people don't like Art any more—the intellectus are reverting to nature. And that to be natural, the moon must be silver. So
Then he saw the corner of the envelope sticking out from behind the clock. For a minute, its contents sobered him, then he sighed, "Oh Pierre! I'm tired of epics anyway. They take too much of life. Come out under the pear tree and let me mukle them—no, six of them!" The moon is silver. Pierre!
"You can say, If you want to, it's tinfoli
Pinned to a celsloe cloth; but
But three of us want it silver,
The author, and you, and I."
Young Evans
'Why I thought that daddy told you. I've always wanted to be a doctor; but I'm start my pre-medics.'
"Oh," said Ann Ahn, "your father has never told us, but it pleases us a great deal. Evans, to know
"Yes, it does please us, Evans," said Stellar speaking for the first time. "Let's go upstage now, Amn, and let everyone see you."
Miss Ann pushed the light and led the trio up the steep marrow stairs.
"Leslie has turned down your bed for you. Evans, this is your father's room," said Miss Am as they turned down the hall. "We'll have breakfast at eight in the morning. We sleep a little later on Sunday mornings. Leslie will call you if you aren't awake. Good night."
"Good night, Aunt Ann."
"Good night, Aunt Stelle."
door. Evana undressed and got into the bed.
"This is surely a big bed," thought Evans as he turned over. "Dad must have been in this until he grow larger. That was certainly a lecture on medicine, and he might be mahnt when I told them I wanted to be a doctor. I guess they thought they would have a struggle to show me that I must study medicine. If they don't stop hounding me though, I'll change my name and I want him back home. And I'm certainly glad I wanted to be a doctor and didn't have to be talked into it. Mother and Dad would have enjoyed tonight's lecture. This bed is surely bare. There's those bells again. Doesn't this sound quite quiet down? I gladm home not like this."
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