SUNDAY, JANUARY 13, 1929
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
PAGE SEVEN
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Love Expression Only Requirement to Unite Chinese
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Modern Youth Destroy Traditions of Celestial Kingdom Mores and Laws
BF D. C. BESS
Peking, Jan. 12. (UP) "When made their first appearance in North China alone, the populists of Beijing and dens populated during the past few weeks, an several young couple on a vacation to Beijing, and this method of living together," it is evidently in new China and of visibly less news is emerging from the city.
In western countries, where marriage have been more or less informal matters for generations, the true count of weddings and anniversaries cent month, even weeks, cannot be appreciated. It has not been customary in Chinese少年团 people to do marriage ceremonies unless they themselves this matter was arranged on entirely by their parents, and this has been true of poor people, ordinary women, and the children of prominent families.
Daring Marriage Plans
But the very slow changes in the marriage system which preceded the rise of the bigaming have been rare in China. The old marriages were not only being gherd, but it is their own way, not the conservative marriage system of the west, but the most tightly connected one in America and Europe.
Week Maker Changes
The professional gabbab between the professional of Chinese social life in this being voted much time to minkering marring matches, reworking cut hundreds of letters, or returning for a considerable fee. In a larger city this circulation is a hard one.
The decision of the old Chinese marriage system, which has been gradual for many years past, is now making its final pledge with a fierce rush. Go between girls are almost out of business, and even marriages for love," said Yao Yuan, an analyst or two sex, who too conservative for the more ancient young people.
The system of marriage, which is becoming most popular, apparently is that of a simple announcement in the newspaper. The announcement, signed by the husband, is indicated in addition. It merely states that these two people love each other and therefore decided to be married. There is no new money, nor any assistance. No blesses. The newspaper announcement is efficient.
This carefully judged fallout recently with a young Chinese woman, pre-babyshower in China, was in China of office. "I have颁发了.
Until very recently rearrivalers were one of the chief agencies of Chinese social life in the country, a confidant fortune, the Koumintang (Nualianli Party) emerged repeatedly that marriages and funeral ceremonies are now accepted as wholesale heartily by the more advanced young people that their marriage, not albeit
Preamble Starts Here
Dizziness May Be Traced to Infected Teeth or Ears
Philadelphia, Pa., Jan. 12, Dizziness may often be triggered to infected teeth, tongue or ear, stated Dr. George Green, of this city at his nearest address.
"The greatest single cause of distress is a infection of teeth, tonsils, sinuses, caries or gum disease. Our Germ gland is located in the roots of the sockets of the tooth form spikes of pin. These packets may infect nerves and vascular vessels that are important sites of inflammation. The force of such germ infection is most often the teeth, he believes. Other people are more likely to have infections in their jawbones, bridgework and dead teeth which may harbor germs, than younger people. Doctor MacKenzie bases his claim on figures and servations made among his own pet
City Statute Prohibits
Cars on Main Street
Goodland, Keno, Jan. 12 - (UP) - Motorsists drive their automobiles during the multistate of Goodland and do an untong without being subject to arrest. For violation of a city ordinance.
When the city council recently revived the city ordinances, they found one that made it unlawful to drive a motor car down the main street. For years the probation statute stipulated that drivers had never driven on account of the number of automobiles on one route of the rules.
The orthodontist was missed years ago when one of the first automobiles caused a team of doctors on the main street to reunite in much
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It's the money you spend wisely that counts
THE KANSAN MAGAZINE
SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Lawrence, Kansas. January 13. 1929
Volume XXVI
Kvwoitin
By Lorene Squire
Old Ernie watched from the door of his shack in a gray shadow emergent and dissolving in the gray morning mist to vanish along the river into the sand hills.
"Somewhere hereabouts I l low there a den of
them would buy a plier a pleaser on om 'm would
meen mighty ene
The little old man found the den on a sandy hillside beneath a clump of wild plum. And that night
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in the baby coyote dog trained about in the sand for her young, grieved, and resentful. She's Eraa. "I bring the baby coyote. Probably ain't only a day old, biggest of the litter. Feed him warm milk out of a bottle and hell live all right."
Dad looked up in explosive surprise from his newspaper and bit his cigar in two. "A coyote?"
WAIT FOR ME
"You understand, dad, I wanted to try to raise a coyote into a dog."
"A coyote's half wolf and half fox with the wildness and meandess and smartness of both of em," the little old man said. "What do you wish your coyotes do, ouaul and turkeys. That'll briat I spacet will turn wild and run away as soon as his leg-call he carried him. And if you him up he'll turn back." No, the coyote can't. No good come out of a coyote.
"What do you know about coyotes?" my father scathingly inquired. "Do you know what that bit of fur will grow up to be?" My mother replied, he will grow up to send me to an early grave. You can't trust a coyote. He will sometime fly at your throat, or what is worse, your father's threat. A coyote, if it were not in danger, would fight a rattlesnake. Ask Ezr.
He was very small, that coyote, with a very great yawn. He could curl and go sound asleep in my hand. But usually when I held him he pressed his soft, blunt muzzle all about and at last sucked a fingerprint, pawing the i him with his two nails, pulling the tail him for no reason at all, Kywoltine, the Indian word meaning North Wind.
Nine days passed and he opened blank, very blue eyes. His wobbly lyses became strong enough to hold him up and he patterned blunderingly about backup in surprised terror from anything that was just out of his reach if he was just in that frame of mind.
In my walks in the country that spring I carried with me a warm soft ball of sleepy coyote held close against my throne or in my pocket. When I put him down, much to my wry heart, he lifted up sand on his head and or ambled off and became lost. When he was yet this small he learned that a whistle meant to come.
It seems that one day, Kywiotin was chewing up dad's beautifully illustrated edition of Type and dad pulled the book away. Kywiotin hung on and dad boxed his cars. My father came to me extend-
It did. At six weeks old, Kywioin's little ear lops stood up and his blue eyes changed to a pale gray yellow, transparent as glass. His blunt muzzle lengthened. His for change from gray to reddish yellow brown and his attitude toward me changed from baby faith to suspicion.
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In spite of all dad's predictions I could not believe that any meanness or wildness or treachery would come from my coyote's baby soul. To which dad pointed out that Macmillau was once a cooing child, and then he said
There were many things about him different from a dog puppy. Even in his fat puppyhood there was a swiftness and quickness and wildness about him that made him different from a dog. And there was something explicitly visible in his skin that made everything bright, round, bright eyes that paired over everything.
Wait for me, Perrert. I am coming;
A braamble bats caught me and tumbled me down
And my curls are tangled with scarlet; leaf—
And my knees are scratched with the thorns of
these
Queen brook bukes that air in the path
And wait for hurrying children to pass.
I am tired. I have played the whole day through;
It is growing dark, and I'm wanting you.
Wait for me, Pierrot, I am coming—
The bromeliads hort when they tumbled me down.
Inconstant Woman
By M. H. Straight
Pen and Scroll
As he neared a corner thus swiftly, a wild-yed girl dashed toward him. As a dove pursued by eagles, she sought sanctuary in Dari's arms. Dan jumped into the snow and roared to Moll! Like a great weight pressing down against his heart came the realization that she had been up to her old tricks—she had been shop-fitting again. "Yeh, Dan, dammit!" she was liftin' some dams at Bairn's farmhouse. "me, Morda 'killers, always pokin' their nones!"
Dan the Thug strode along the dark Chicago street swifty. From time to time a deep sigh escaped him, and his breast constantly rose and fell with subdued emotion. He was happy! But I pray you, kind reader, why shouldn't he be happy? For wasn't he to see in his woman, Moll? Ask him now! He would not be in a quiet place in the country? A great inward urge welled up within him. He increased his pace.
"Aw, shut up. Moll, why de bell—"
"Dan. Here they come! Help me, please, Danny!
how, how I hate dat dam!" jall!
"Get doe hell out of here, girlie," Dan was as cool as ice in the emergency. "I'll fix deeps杯." With
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Memories of the Mountains
By Betty Dunmire
To a child of the Kansas plains the mountains of Colorado are a nest delightful experience, both when seen for the first time and when one grazes accustomed to them. I shall never forget my first experience with the mountains. One summer we took a small cabin in the heart of the mountains in an commercialized form of roughing it we deliberately sought a coban far from the milling through of curious tourists and
rented a little two room shack back in the mountains. Two of the most pleasing rooms were where we spent there with books and solitude, and in the comfort of old clothes.
There is something soul satisfying in lying on one's back under a sniffing smelly pine树 and gazeing at the horizon when the skyline is a series of peaks etched on with snowy frosting. I spent many hours wondering what was on the other side of the mountains and whether, if I were to climb to the top of a snowy peak, I would, like the provencal bear, climb up and see the rocky m目的 my pains. There is always something delightful in contemplating the possibilities of the unknown and speculating as to the reality especially when there is no chance of ever discovering the reality.
I spent many pleasant days wandering over the country near our cabin. Chad in tweeds and with a stout stick and a small spy glass I could imagine that it was a courageous Alpine climber setting out to conquer new heights. Each day she would take a little break than on the day before until I finally capable of Pike's itself. My particular pleasure was that there was no one to lag behind or to nag me on when I felt like resting. I could walk when I pleased, when ran I pleased, and its down on the ground and sleep when I pleased. Best of all, I could even run sideways from my side pastures and from the little libraries that lived among the rocks without having anyone poke fun at me and yell "frid cat."
I shall never forget the first time that I drank water from a sparkling and dashing mountain stream. I had just climbed rather a steeper stint than was usual for me in one day and as I did down the other side of the mountain I could think of nothing more delightful than a good frosted drink
at a soda fountain. For once the beauties of the wilderness began to pale in my eyes. Then there struck my ears one of the most delightful sounds I have ever heard—the sound of water energetically bubbling over stones as it dashed down a hill. Runnin' around in the rain, in the cool flood and then drank my fill without worrying about the dread thioid that I had always been warm against.
My last adventure with a mountain stream was scarcely so pleasant as the first. One day as I drank from a stream I noticed tiny particles of glittering substance bubbling up in my drink. Of course, of gold stream. With tales of the discovery of gold whirling in the back of my head I began a process which was to cost me much embarrassment later. I carefully sifed a large amount of the sand until I had a stable sandbank. Back I dashed to the center of civilization in our small mountain community—the little general store. Seizing what I thought would be a very dramatic moment to announce my discovery, I waited until the store keeper showed me the store, the shopkeeper produced my specimens and waisted expectantly for the cries of wonder. I shall never forget the look of amuse complacency on the face of that storekeeper (whose name of Gawthrop shook me off his chin) and "poof's gold." The mountains certainly tumbled one little fool that all that glitters is not the real thing.
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