SUNDAY, JANUARY 13, 1929
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
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Love Expression Only Requirement to Unite Chinese
Modern Youth Destro
Traditions of Celestial
Kingdom Mores
and Laws
B. D. C. BESS
Peking, Jan. 12. (UP) — Congress nominate myanmar leader which made the first appearance in North China after a period of repression that denounced during the next few weeks, an opposed young comrade of Chinese President Mr. Mahathir Mohamad this method for living together. IU is currently in new China and at present has been imported from Jiaozhou 10 west.
The decline of the old Chinese an image range which has been graded for many years past, is now made its final phone, with a there are great differences about part of the range which were considered radical or two are too conservative to the more ancient young people.
Weak Make Changes
In western countries, whose vines have mutated for generations, the mendon changes in China durge from the older variety appreciated. It has not been approved in China for young people cide who owl shall starry for owl, and it is likely by trade parents, and that been true of poor poors, owl predators, and the children prominent families.
The professional gabelfast is been a feature of Chinese social life this being a man or woman who voted much time to making money matches, reaching out to beach girls and kids with his wonderful fund. It larger edited this institution is appearing very rapidly.
During Marriage Plans, but the very slow changes in marriage region which typically involve being placed by a divine revocation. Chinese marriage system is not only being glorified, but it has not only been recognized that the non-aggressive marriage term of the world, but the most common expression in America and Europe. This correspondence tallied on with a young Chinese woman who lays thirty days of nuns, "to I am not married." I have heard that that in America often told the older men that our Chinese then women, we are married. The system of marriage, becoming most popular, appears to that of a simple announcement of the unwedness. This announcement is so simple as we assume that every woman, in an established affluent merely situation that those two we have each other and we have no money, no gifts, no consultation relatives, no nocees. The new unenormed one of the chief expenses of social life. Even poor families what they considered fortunate for their own families, were unemployed repeatedly that marriage funeral expense he reduced advice has been accepted as no good news people that their uncertainties
Dizziness May Be Traced to Infected Teeth or B
Philadelphia. Fo, Jan. 12. D-2
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George W. King of this chr.
University.
"The greatest single cause of illness is a focus of infection in toes, sinuses, ears or cheeks." The disease is the root of in theockets of teeth form packets of pus. To packets may affect nerves and muscles and disliness. The focus of such gue infection is most often the teeth believe. Older people are more to have more bridgework and of the tech which helps harden gorms, a younger people. Doctor Morton holds his clients on fingers and younger people make amusements own items.
City Statute Prohibits Cars on Main St
Goodland, Ksan, 12, (UF)
Motorists who drive their car down the road or to a body without being to set a warrant for violation of a law.
When the city council recently viced the city senator, they in one that made it unlawful to do a motor car down the main street. For years the city had stated that because, it started to be owned on account of great number of automobiles, no was aware of the rule.
The ordinance was passed years
when one of the first nutmuths
caused an attack on home in town
on the main street, resulting in death.
2021. 10.23
It's the money you spend wisely that counts
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, January 13. 1929
PAGE THREEB
With the Lambs
By Lyle Gilford
It was a coy living room, but very quiet. One of the two doors was closed, and it was to this door that the occupants of the room turned furtive glances. A card tray in the window held the game, Lambo was playing a game of cribbage with Sam Le Grice. He checked as he fitted the peas into the holes of the board, and his eyes twinkled at getting the best of his quiet cooperation. The door opened and everyone pleased. At intervals he put up his hand to his head, and each time was astonished at touching a bandage of white cloth, bound like a turban, about his head. He did not wonder at it for long, but returned to the game, smiling. Le Grice answered.
"Hear that, Charlie?" Mr. Lamb asked, looking toward the gliders at the other end of the room. "Did you hear Sam say I can still beat him?" Well, Sam, you do play a pretty 'fair game', though, for a younger. Don't you want to come over and watch us, Charlie?"
"Ah, sir, it's just no beating you. We younger fellows don't stand a chance."
A low voice answered from the darkened corner, "No, Duddy, John and I have some talking to do. You go on about and play with Sum?" Charlie had a look at his face, was panicking hard, holding his temples to case pain.
There was a moment's silence. Then the problem is resumed their interrupted conversation. "But why, in the name of heaven, if you got there when you did, could you not have got there a minute sooner,
"let's not talk about things that are past and good, John." He looked out of the window into the mist of the cool September evening. "Poor Mary! When she learns—"
John got up from his chair and began walking about, pacing back and forth. Suddenly he turned. "There's one thing certain," he said. "She shall not住 at home to help you pay no money. It's not safe. We'll just send her to Bethlehem, have the response (and nothing else) with things she would like, of course, but after this—" He stopped at the steadiness of his brother's eyes, looking at him. "You surely don't expect to have her around any more, do you." Both of both you--why, only last New Year's, yourself were in--But even he could not complete the sentence hanging in the air, because the awarding award could not be understood. If she is allowed to return, and be a burden, and a constant worry, I shall not remain."
Charles smiled. "You always were one to make speeches, John, no matter what the occasion. I probably will learn not to miss you too much. Mary is very dear to me!"
Charles booked into the darkness, then answered softly. "No, Daddy, it's a corer's attorney." But his father had not heard him. He was absorbed in his cribbage game with Sam Le Gree.
Across the marrow street a heavy door slammed, feft shuffled unnively, people talked in loud voices. Mr. Lamb looked up from his cards, "charlie," he called in a car and was smiled, makes over the room, someone giving a party."
Through the tall pillars which stood at the entrance of that flourishing House, the East India company, there stepped, one day in 1805, a young man of less than twenty, carry a letter addressed to Charles Lamb, Esq. The boy had just come down from Oxford, where his one claim to distinction was something one must know about: he had a library which he was sure no man read but himself. It included, as well as the book by the rite of the Lyrical Legals by two men who were little known, and were known only to be scorned—William Wordworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
William Waddell named Coleridge so intensely that he dared not talk of him at school, and finding that Lamb was a friend of Coleridge, he secured a letter of introduction, came down from Oxford, and set about finding Charles Lamb at the East India House. One stop he entered from, but no one else did. He went to Hammersmith. Name sounded familiar, but they just couldn't place him; the place was so big, you see.
He wandered about the high-celled rooms, the dark dusty halls, aylly lookying for some one not too gruff whom he might accost. The last man he stepped pointed an long fungy vanguard to a half
open door at the end of the hall. The boy, who was listed at Oxford as Thomas de Quincey, walked resolutely to the door, opened it, and found himself in a small room, in front of almost ceiling-high wooden railing, which barred further progress. Within the railing, at a tall table on high stools, hunt over, writing at a turious rate. One oneigued to give him so much as a glaze.
The man smiled and pointed, with the end of his pen, at himself. He took the letter, glanced through it, looked at De Quincey, and set about getting down from his perch without seeming discouraged. It was a tense proceeding, for he had to turn his back on his visitor, and place a foot carefully on the first rung of the ladder to avoid a shoulder once, grinning at the boy "Don't be alarmed, Mr. De Quincey," he called back. "First impressions are sometimes a little misleading." He touched the last rung, and was down. They shook hands, but Lamb was unenthusiastic. As if giving a duty over with, he asked, "When you should like to come to see me, Mr. De Quincey? How about you?" He replied, "Yes! You need to in the inner temple—between Fleet Street and the Embankment, you know, just after you round the church.
Young De Quincy stood for a moment, uncertain what to do. Go back, and not try to make the acquaintance of Colderidge's friend? Or speak to one of these machine-like beings who drove the pen as if it were a matter of life or death? He did not go back; instead, he walked through one of the two open doorways in the ralled, noose-filled room in feet in front of him, looked at address and thrust his letter upward so the address could be read. "I say, you can tell me where I can find this follow!"
He turned and left, and could not watch Lamb reclaiming the till stool, and atstring to work one
De Quinney came with the purpose of accepting any invitation, for any time. "I'd be glad to
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Lamb did not ask any of his friends in to meet De Quincey, he but and Mary, in different ways, did their best to entertain their visitor. They sat in comfortable deep chairs, ate sandwiches and drank strong tea. Not for any moment was there any difficulty about a conversation for the absent Coblerd crept into every thought. To De Quincey, he was little less than a god.
They talked in a police, conventional manner until after Mary had taken their plates, and then settled back for the real subject of the evening. Lamb reached over to a side-table for his pipe and tobacco.
reached over to a side table for his pipe and tobacco. "Snook!", Well, it seems a shame not to when there's so much pleasure in it. They say it isn't good for us. I thought of giving it up, of writing a farewell message to tobacco, but I've not yet found rhymes to suit me; so of course I can't quit smoking. It would be the thing to stop unremoniemously, without a formal apology to the good wound, would it? He struck a match, hold it to the bowl of the pipe. "Oooh," admiringly, "Do you day? You ask." "Oh, admire of Colledee?"
"Really?" Well, with all due respect to Wordsworth and Coloride, that book was certainly a mistake. You can't call their stuff first class poetry, and their prose is no mixed up, you get through a reading of the preface, feeling dizzy. Coloride is such a conceived fellow, though, that there's no convincing him of it." He looked speculatively at the startled boy. "But, then, you could hardly a man who sees as he does to be told what is in his mind. Frank! We never see anyone who looked less like a poet." I could make a better stagger at it myself, and I don't set up for a poet, and publish my verses in a book."
"Well, yes, sir. I have that book, you know, the Lyrical Ballads."
Mary coughed, and started to speak to De Quincey, but Lamb leaned forward in his chair and inter-
"That Animal Martine, for instance, is a pretty sentiment. I'll grant you, if you can find it, but it is founded on nothing. The most improbable things occur all the way through, and the picture are imminent."
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De Quincy's face had grown quite red; he drew forth his handkerchief to his glittering forehead. He said afterwards that in his secret word, he spoke of the truth as a primitive Christian among a nation of pagans, or
"Nobody Know the Trouble Ah See"" By John Hart
"Now chicken, you stay down in da. You quite d-tapin' grease on a clean do!", Huh, so you snoza you think you knit youp grope meon on Meh. You just wade into the water. You tnwah on de odeb saloe, you leag Looks like you're de assisten fryah a'dh is in a apa. You gitch up on that da' stove, and leave ma觉. Ab' got bicatie yi to make, and ma dought aiyt. Lokkai luk you did go me tiu to do natdir'n.
"This heath dinnah'g got to be good. Ijte 'satterely is, ease Misty Young got awful put-out wwd me las' time ah got put in jail. Sho' is funny. Chief Brown jes' gibs me do same cell eam time eh goe to see him, and he treates me better than he does, round in de ba 'nayt', a s-nretchn and cranit! You git back in dat graes and shet yo mouth, Ah can't he'p it thou, a-gittin' in jail. If Bill comes 'round hear again, and talks 'bout shooit' me,'m哗a little to my own shootit'. Case jieAh ceh'po reason for his sause. Wing, what you think you ah goin'? Bill lakcs ma cookin', and he laka the snacks ab bring him. It n't sin no personal chum of mine that he 'hanks in' fo'; it's ma vittles. Now, doe he thinks ah'm mighty fine, or he don't match mention that he has been put out on steps in de front do'je. She'ps he's not na appetite.
"That, that's lots betah. Alm' even fixin' to see lak singin'. Nobody knew the trouble ab see. Nobody knows but Jesus.
"Ma voice don't sound very good today. Maybe it's case ah needs a little more *mio* medicine.Ah'll take another drap, then all'el feel lak risin' de dale, Neck,ah done wanna you to quit strutiri and cranit' 'ound in that the pan. We dress'd in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dressed in a yohish dresse
"Now while my 'chicken' is a cookin', *ah'll be se* fainn' *myself up a bit*. This apeen ant's so clean, and Mrs. Young she do *put cleminess beo* fellowess. She don't lak this yallah dress nethuik; eaah she any it's jeys the colah resemblant ma skin. She she *ao m付ic'hleh*. From de looks 'bour ma mount, ah calc'eh bet ahh wath shrk out of ma ligheh at bort
"Now abbe feelit' bit betahm, acorns lak though aa don't want to fix betahm very much. Ma head, nin't jeet 'sxtelly clear. Ah'll jeet' sit heah a minute and hum ma-su ale a tune; then all'斋 git dinhbte' can you say Jack Rabbit' 'Oh, ah feel so very happy in my heart; there's a little wheel a-wturn'in in my heart; Oh, Lavod, ah feel jeet' like a-shoutin' in ma heart."
"What is that ar thin' in front of ma eye's? Ah can't see no mə' than a bat. Maybe bahtak take some mo' of ma medicine, and lie down on do le/. Do dea sthayta that d'strickin' am 'very powbful, and ah mustn't but take a ban at a time, but this pain what's eat'm he all a-sudden mo' dai po' sinnah can beh. Po' sah' smells he can't move to lift it off a sho' god God you've killin' me. Ah must've took too much nudine. Ah feel lak abm'dyn'. On Laid, lawd, since the sinnah.
"Maybe ab'm bm' DYIN. Ah feels mighty quare, AB sees DATs band of angels come! aff呵, com me!" to o'cay 'm you home. Lawd, King Jesus, sent ah' BM. Lawd, King Jesus, sent ah' O, Lawd, King Jesus, a-jid'd hoe d'the, river Jordan you got across, send ma boss to me. Abh got some last requests to make. "No man can bind me. Ah wants a bax all right." In the hotel night. Oh Lawd, ab know ma time bas cuse.
"Sit away to Jesus, Ah ain't got long to stay heaul. My Lord calls me, calls me. He calls me by the thundah. The trumpet sounds within ma soul. Ah ain't got long to stay heaul."
"Ah got a ha'p! you got a ha'p' all of God's chil- lens' got ha'p' now. Now ha'p' in heaven, ah'm go! to play on ma ha'p', goin' to play all ever God's heaven."