SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1929
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, LAWRENCE, KANSAS
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--mason, are guests at the Phi Gamma Delta house. Others are expected are: Dee Adams, Abilene D. M. Wiley, Earl Kirk, Hutchinson; George Brown, Graham Campbell, Dr. and Mrs. Horn, Mr. and Mrs. B, H. Gillian, Mr. and Mrs. W. Walton, C. Siney, Barton Surtley, Bartleville, Okla.; Dio Daily, Bill Daily, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Fuller, Sensor; Mr. and Mrs. Otherman Sensor; Mr. and Mrs. Kassan, Mrs. W, P. Huphill, Kasnan City; O, F. Nelson, Newton.
Society Around The Hill
The Lutheran student group held a stiek fry Friday evening. The students met at Trinity Lutheran Church at 8 o'clock where they boaived trucks and drove to Brown's about fifty peron attended the fry.
Chaperones were Misez Mary Larsen, and Clara Hitton of the K. U. Faculty and the Rev, and Mrs. Charles A. Puls.
Westminster hall held open house Friday night with a gypsy party. Fortune telling and games were played, mystic realm of gypsies in a dark room, Gypsy music was given by Romena Partridge, Kay Christiansen and Doughs, and Abraham Axis Resistance of doughnuts and elder were served.
Corbin hall guests Saturday were C. P. Stover, J. G. McWilliams and Avid McWilliams of Morrill, W. T. Markham and L. R. Lovecey of Vance Center, Lucile Titus, Rattlin Earl, Caroline McCarthy of Manhattan.
Phi Mu Alpha announces the bidding of: Larry King of Electra, Tex. Robert Buxton of Joplin, Mo. William Baird of Newton, Lawrence of Henry Baxter of Boulder City; Gavin Doughty of St. Joseph, Ma.; Charles Sager of Leavenworth; Elsworth Kaufmann of Hoslima, and Hielgut of Independence.
Frances Reeves of Kansas City and Vern Abercrombie of Beiot are guests of Robert Culbertson this week end.
The Baptist young people hold a bask in parish party as they celebrate the night, with a treasure hunt were the features of the evening; Refreshments of cake and cider were
Delta Zeta guests this week end
Dalta Zeta guests this week end
the Prince Jamesstown; Miss Mariebie
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tness, Hi; and Mrs. Edward Wha-
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Mr. and Mrs. O, F Nelson of New-
tion were guests of their daughter
Marjorie, at the Kappa Kappa Gamma
house Saturday.
Mirr. Virgil Morrison 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. Davis of Kansas City, Mo., were guests at the Kappa Kappa Gamma *house this week end.*
Mr. and Mrs. C.J. Barclay & Co.
of Eldonado, Helen Haney of Atchley,
Katherine Crevelling of Arkansas City, Georgia Benton and Lea
Morgan, Mr. and Mrs. Mc and
Mrs. J. F. Enns of Edmond.
About 140 young people attended the rendezvous given by the Weekly Foundation Friday night at the First Church christian memorial center. Games were played and a musical program given. Margaret Roberts gave an entertaining stunt, "The Dukel." He guests were in charge of Ela Baker.
Guests at Ricker hall this week one
of the many fields. One field and Phyllis Miller of
Independence; Opal Hoard, Joyce Miller
and Milked Kooker and Tomika.
The students of the Congregational Church held a masquerade Halloween party in the church gymnasium Friday evening. A "spook" play was played, and a fire truck played. Refreshments were served at the close of the evening.
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Guests at the Alpha Omni Elmoron IP horse for the week end are Mr. O, D. Joyce Luthee Clippinger and James Fitzgerald; and Mary Jane Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and Ellen Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of Morran; Jesse Kimmel and ELLEN Lancaster of Robinson; Hazel Garrett of MorrAN
Helen Layton, Margaret Mize, Alisa Sutton, Jonny Bemkka, Kim Kushner, Kristen Olsen, Dr. Gregg Droege, Bill Billeen, Ruth Cookes, Roberta Nelson Easley Codill, Jannet Strong, Dorothy Taylor, Doris Dugan, Donna Lynch, Sarah Sant, Pauline Hancock.
chapter of Manhattan and a number of visiting alumna. Chaperones were Mrs. Church of the Kappa Kappa Gamma house, Mrs. Thomas of the Fhi Beta Pi house, and Mr. N. F. Beta, Kappa Sigma house mother.
cichrostra played for dancing. The chaperones were Mr. J., N. Gilbert of the Orlando Ballet and O. Runing of the Alpha Gamma O. Runing of the Alpha Gamma O. Running of the Phi Kappa house.
of Jamestown, and Dr. and Mrs. C W. Longnecker of Elsmore.
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Guetes at the Kappa Kappa Gamma
House this week end weed: Eboli
Gibson of Manhhattan with Marie Caret
of Leavenworth, Helen Harderbury of
Norman, Olaia, Virginia Jorda of
Mary Ann McCormack of Margaret Cheney, Dorothy Ling, Sidney Freeman, Evelyn Anderson, Georgette and Clai Van Meter of Manhattan
Guests were: Julian Kollet and Elbert Smith of Kansas City, Orville Baskel and Dorothy Harper of Abu Dhabi. All are residents of Rodney Rhodes of McPherson.
Kappa Sigs from Manhattan who attended the party were: Chunde Wong, Amy McMahon, Gabe Brolleinger, Sydney Dalton, Bill Berglund and Carl Shaver.
Members of the Delta Delta Delta
corrity of Manhattan are guests of
Kappa Alpha Theta for the week end.
Dean S. B. Braden of the School of Religion will preschool at the First Christian Church of McPherson this September at Group 10 miles south of McPherson. This trip is being made in the interests of the Kanazas Bible College.
Pi Upsilon has no grants for the Pi Upsilon ban and most of Sterling, Rathin Mon and Most of Sterling, Rathin Mon and Most of Sterling, Merrill Shannon and Bill Slone of Wichita and St. T, Oysterof
Members of the Phi Kappa fraternity entertained Friday evening for visiting members of the Manhattan Phi Kappa chapter. Freddy Agnew's
A cushion, pretruding over the big of the chair in the chair, sid fathers down over the arm and on to the floor. Pierrotte, curled in crumpled textiles, snuggles up at the foot and matures sleepily. "Pierrot, oh Pierrot!"
A joyful, foolish snatch of whistle answered her through the window, and a moment later, Pierrot pushed the door open and danced into the room. Pierrette hold her arms up, sleepily.
Pierce, too.
As soon as she said that and looked at Pierce, then she was wrong again. She never could manage to be in the same mood he was. Somehow, by the time she had reached what she thought was his mood, he had always gone on to something else.
"Eh. Firerette!" said Pierrot crossly, "must you always wake up wanting me to kiss you? Can't a fellow expect some intellectual appreciation from his wife, without forever having to kiss her? But there, if you'll feel any better so. Now listen. Have a new song to sing to you the way they say it like that. More than a song, a whole new philosophy. It may revolutionize the world. Listen."
(Continued on page 4)
The air, coming through the window, ruffled the bicee-and-white curtains faintly. The smell! of the pear blossoms pervaded the rooftop with a still, heavy sweetness, seeming to hover over the blue-painted wooden table and the two painted wood stools with legs that stuck out at queer angles.
The Kappa Sigma fraternity held an informal party Friday night at their house, 1537 Tennessee. Tommy Johnson's Serendipia furnished the music. Red and green banners adorned the house. Guests were members of the Kappa Sigma
"The moon is a silver of tinfoil
"Pierrot, come here," she whispered.
Pirrette jumped up from the chair and buffed the cushion for Pierrest, then settled herself on the chair.
The crooked little cottage stood dazzling white beneath the heavy blossoms of the pear tree in the afternoon sun. The sun, shining through the tree, imaged the petals of the blossoms on the house in still gray shadows. The smell of the blossoms, heavy on the air, drifted cloyingly through the half-open window of the cottage into the thy kitchen inside.
"Oh, something, if you promise not to show them to anyone. A fellow can't write for the common boy, you know, if they really amount to anything. Well, let me look at the picture. Now, let's have the supper—I have to be free early to
women swoosh
a silver or a silver of tinfoil—"Pierrot began,
exactly, half-swinging the words as he always did
with his fist."
Finished to a ciseccion say.
Most people thinks its silver
Moon Tinfoil By Margaret Kilbourne
"But Pierrot, people always like your things. The publishers even write and ask you to send them more. And aren't you ever going to write me poems again about the moon being silver?"
(Continued on page 4)
Guests at the Phi Alpha Delta house this week end are: Don Lardner, Fort Scott; Lee Anderson, Aubrey Neale, Mark Head, Hort Bert, Burt Hall, and Tommy Ice of Coffeyville; and David K. Ward of Kansas City.
Can anyone tell me why?"
"Pierrette, don't be silly and sentimental. That was last night, and today I made a wonderful discovery. You know the author I met after the play in the City a week ago? He asked me to lunch today, and told me all sorts of things about writing poems and songs. Listen, Pierrette—you know all those songs I used to make you laugh, and the white and the red ones that are written and your white and all that sort of thing? They're all treasure-tiles, sentimental jingles, as the author says. He says they're all right for newspaper men to fill up space with, and for the Great General Public to fall in love with. But for the Artistic Few, the writers and critics that really want to won't get it, and they write love songs anymore. I'll start tonight to do things with the value. I think I'll write an epic, to begin with."
When he had finished, he sat still in mute appreciation of his own genius. Then he heard a faint caw from outside.
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"What's wrong, Pierretta? Can't you see what a new wonderful philology it is?" It will make me famouis—and you, you will have your picture in the papers as the wife of the most successful coopers in New York—your picture in college along with the Queen of Sweden and the latest newsboy who gets run over delivering papers."
"But, Pierrot," came the plaintive, tearful voice, "is its a hurid poem! We always said the moon was silver—you know we did! You sang to me only last night about how silver the moon was; don't you remember? Pierrot, I can't stand it if the moon isn't silver!"
QUILL
"For Sale"
By Inez Hammond
Miss. Murray was a social climber. Ten years before when she had come to Jonesboro as a bride she had been on the bottom rung of the ladder. Now, after an annotating show ascertained, she on the top rung was given a pop-up-rung. For ten years she had coveted membership in the Jus-a-Mere Bridge Club. The elite of the town belonged to it. It was very exclusive, only those owning homes on Grunt Built (referred to by her nickname) were eligible for membership, and the number was limited to twenty. It was going to keep John's nose to the grindstone for another ten years paying for their home on the Boulevard—but that thought was overshadowed by the knowledge that on the floor there were members for women in the Jus-a-Mere Bridge Club.
It took the strategy of a general to "keep up a front" as Maury Murray argued with John what they must do before he would ever be successful in his grocery business. It was all for his sake, she explained. Yes, it was for his sake that she was cleaning up that flithy basement herself in order to save the expense of hiring a man. She wondered how much it would cost to entertain the Club.
Jane Murray was dragging herself wearily through the living room on her way upstairs to her room. Whose car was that parked in out front? They were coming down the stairs, and Heaven, she could not be seen like that. After the struggle with that dirty basement her pink housedess was almost black, and torn, and snagged. The marvel was that the coat was so fluffy. Her hands were grimy in depleteses she were aweased on her face.
Peeking out of the curtained window, Mrs. Murray saw Mrs. Thompson, president of the Justa-Mere Bridge Club since its birth, and Mrs. Hale, the new dentist's wife who had been elected to the Club within a month after she had come to town, coming up the steps of the front porch.
to know where you went. 'Naw!' She was cleaning up the basement but she
What should she do? If she went upstairs they would see her through the glass in the front door. If she went to the kitchen she would see her through the window. She would see her through the windows. There was the door-bell!
When the bell rang the second time Jane Murray hid herself in the cloak-case in the hall. The bell rang a third time. Surely they would leave after that! What in the world? They were coming in!
Mrs. Thompson was reassuring Mrs. Hale, "Oh, yes, it will be all right to go in and wait for her. Why I've known Jane Murray ever since she's been in this town. That was her little boy I call out in front and he said she was home. She pro-
Mrs. Murray's pounding heart swelled with pride as she heard the Male Hale exclaim, "What a lovely day!"
"Really, the only reason I ever invoked Jane Murray was because I felt sorry for her. She's been climbing for ten years now. Her case is in danger," she said. "I'm sure the others would never pass on her," said the traiter,
Mee, Murray could clearly hear rung that her heel rub. But she knew she could bank on Murray's help.
"Didn't you say that Mrs. Murray is to be brought up for membership in our club tomorrow?" asked Mrs. Hale, Mrs. Thompson nodded her head up and down. Mrs. Hale continued, "Of course, you've known her much longer than I have, but do you think she is just the right type? She can before I was half ready to receive calls, and she will come at all well. Her card wasn't even engraved!"
But her heart almost stopped beating as Mrs. Thompson told the new woman, "Loveently enough." It will take them the rest of their lives before she can buy it. The things they always bought every stock of this furniture at their store on time."
"Sh!" warned Mirel, Hale. "I hear someone coming up the front steps on the poreh. Is it Mrs. Murry?" No, it's just her little boy. They say he isn't very smart. He didn't pass last year*. Mr. Thompson revealed in an understated voice she asked. "Don't you know where your mother in Bibb, dear?"
The hot, stinging tears were streaming down Jansie's cheeks. Oh, the cuts! Why didn't they get it?
Moonrise at Sunset By Helen Broderson
The Boston-New York Boat Is Entering Cape Cod Canal
We pass a tiny lighthouse, then a coast guard station where a crowd waves to us. The canal appears to be about a wide block, and is bordered by level, marshy meadows. We go very smoothly and slowly for some distance. The banks rise to become rich orange cliffs. The clouds deepen to rose and grey, and the moon comes to peer through a lattice of dark cloud ribbons. The water ripples in our wake, spotted with white foam, a dark rainbow of reds and blues reflected from the sky, the cliffs, and the trees.
We pass between the two sides of an open Cantilever bridge where a waiting crowd at each side wives to us; immediately it grates and chanks to a gentle but exact closing. Now the colors of the landscape deepen to richer shades, the canal narrows and winds, and the disturbed water back of us rushes up on narrow sand baches in a continuous wave. We now pass between sand dunes. A highway runs along the right-hand bank. We stand along the grassy parkland and their continual honking and barking, a waving and calling from beaches and banks. Someone on the deck has asked the name of the village nearby, and a man standing on the beach with a small boy jumps back hourly.
The group on the boat talk quietly and move about slowly. The spell of twilight and the calm of the gently moving boat have soothed them into very unusual placidity. A good orchestra in the "Vernanda Salon" plays in gentle modulation and complements light sport singers. They do not see the flame of the western sky and the rose glow that fills it below the line of clouds. They do not see the moon coming full and, free, victorious over its bank of clouds. The moonlight soma would be the tingling music, but the total darkness, emo-tempered mood for the average American. The popular airs keep us awake well reminded that we are normal people.
One picnic crowd of more than a hundred serenades us. Slowly their voices die away in the distance. Presently we are passing a smaller one in true glue claiy style. They have good clothes.
Darkness falls until the western landscape is a silhouette against a rose sky, with occasional rocose patches when a lake reflects the sky. The water darkens and the moon reflects with growing splender in the ripples to the eastern side; a rower in his boat crossing the silver path is silhouetted momentarily. Behind us the rows of canal lights have been like brilliants set in an oil painting, then in dark gray velvet that turned to midnight blue very gradually, and then at last dog eyes blasting against blackvelvet, while the moon glows ever smaller and brighter. The canal is becoming wider, the cries from its banks reach us more faintly, "Aho!' Ship noh!"
The ship uses its searchlight as we pass a single Canvail bridge that grabs mysteries背后 into position after we pass. Again the light is following a small fishing boat that approaches our stairs. It is night. We pass it and observe that the Island Sound, Oakland Island Sound. Two women come to sit on the top deck near me and watch the moon. Together they sing softly an old song of romance. A ship's officer leans on the raft in position on the beach, but not made there—but I am hungry, so I go below—the first waves are beginning to rock the船 gently.
sinc't down there now. I just come in after my ketchn' glove, "he" informed them as he went toward the cloak-closest where he kept his supplies stored.
Mrs. Murray grasped the knob, but she was weak from both work and humiliation, and at Bobbie's second jerk the door opened. The two women sat open-mouthed for a moment, and then got to their feet and stalked the front door.
A week afterward the Murray house stood empty with a "For Sale" sign in the front yard. John always had wanted to go to California anyway!
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