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SUNDAY. NOVEMBER 25, 1928
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
PAGE FIVE
Insure Christmas Gifts
Loss to Be Covered by Postal Service, Says Abraham
"Iinsure your Christmas packages," says R. C. Abraham, postmaster of the University station.
"Christmas parceles are usually of more than intrinsic value; and if such shipments are sent as ordinary mail and are not received by the adresser, are damaged or are in a condition that would impair disposition to the sender, who unassumably duplicates the shipments and in such cases is also put to additional expense. On the other hand, there is no special obligation to a sender who realizes that the value of the contents of a parcel which has had something happen to it will be paid to him by the postal service if the parcel was properly opened and insured with an amount to cover the financial loss sustained."
Dr. Sherbon Is Sponsor for National Research
The National Research Council of Washington, D. C., has announced national fellowships for research in child development for 1929-1930, according to Dr. Florence Brown Shearer, dept. of the department of Home Economics.
The fellowships aim to promote fundamental research in the several scientific bases to child development. The purpose of fellowship appointments is to train researchers who may be prepared already to contribute to scientific knowledge of this field.
Applicants must be residents of the United States or Canada and must possess the doctor's degree in one of the basic sciences or in medicine, and must present scientific evidence of research ability. The basic sciences require a $1,000 and proven, varying with the requirements of individual cases.
The request for applications must be made through Doctor Sherborn to the Executive Secretary of the Game Division or Child Development, Mercury A. Durea.
Dove to Be Out Before Christmas, Says Eyres
That the Dove will unfold its wings and spread its pinions in flight over the campus before the Christmas holidays was decided at a meeting of the faculty on Wednesday in Fraser theater. The exact day of its appearance was not set.
"The editorial stuff of the Dove will be larger and more truly representative of our students of the University this year than it ever has been before," said Pauli.
"The editorial staff is not organized. It is merely a group of men interested in the work who take charge of the make-up and printing of the Dove."
"The purpose of the Dove is to touch a journal of liberal discussion and to share information. Anyone may contribute articles to the paper, but each contributor must
The Dove will be published more regularly after Christmas, according to Eyres. It will appear at least three times during the spring semester.
Alumnus in India Writes to Alumni Association
Curtis Guiser, A.B.10, has sent in his alumni dues two years in advance from Madura, South India to Fred Manning, secretary of the Alumni Association.
He tells Ellsworth that Fay Livengood, A.B. 790, and his family have been at the same station hill with him during this season.
Y. W. Advisory Board Has Dinner for Cabinet
Members of the Y, W, C, A, advisory board entertained the cabinet at an informal dinner Thursday evening at the University of Texas Elliott Williams, secretary of the University Y, W, C, A., was guest of honor to members and guests were present.
These were guests; Mrs. A. Henley, the wife of the house manager, Mrs. S. B. Dawn, Mrs. L. Lee, Stanton, Olinger, Mrs. Clayton Crews, Mrs. T. Scott, Mrs. Dorothy Carter, and Miss Dorothy Laxton.
Students of English in Oread High School will present a program of one net play in the Little Theater, Green Hall, Wednesday evening, Nov. 28 at
Students in English to Present Program in Fraser
Dread High to Give Plays
"Menaechni" Will Be Presented Before Christmas
The leads for the cast of “Memechami”, a Latin play to be presented in Eton by the late class which is headed by Eta Signum Phi, honorary Latin and Greek fraternity, are as follows: Memechami II, Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami II. Alva Faye Stoegn; Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memech ami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to Memechami III. Arena Faye Stoegn; c29; wife of Megakimani I. Lath Ashrough, gc; Erdum, a boy lied to MeM
Latin Play to Be Given
The play will be directed by Miss Lilian B. Lawler of the Latin department, and it is being translated from French into English for the class. The play is written in common Latin and at times borders on shipboard work; it is also written in common英语 and will use
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"Sure, doc," the orderly said, his red, flabby face quivering with the words. He waddled from the office into the hall. Doctor Printz was one interne he did not mind doing things for.
"Porter!"
"Will you see if that new patient in the observation ward is asleep?"
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The young doctor returned to the laboratory and began preparing his tubes and needles for obtaining the blood. In the midst of these actions, he paused; someone was loudly calling his name.
"Yes, sir," mumbled Porter, absently. Mechani
caly "he was from his comfortable seat."
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The nurse ran quickly to a medicine cabinet and set about preparing the drug. Printz hurried on to the bedside of the new patient. Porter followed, a look of doubt on his face.
"Why don't you try 'Larkspur,' Porter?" he asked.
Porter停住了。
The young doctor stepped to the door of the laboratory and glanced into the next room, which was an office. In a big, easy chair sat a short, fat young man about eighteen years of age, intently reading a newspaper. As he read, his hand unencouraged strained from part to part of his anatomy; he was sorrowing himself. A good soap and water bottle filled him with mouthwash. He seemed not to be aware of his action and, soap and water were plentiful at the hospital. Doctor Prinz regarded him with faint amusement.
"Doctor Printz! Doctor Printz!"
The young doctor shot a glance at the seemingly dead man, then pulled his stethescope from his pocket. He once over the patient and placed a shape on his chest, but nothing directly over the heart. He listened intently, his
"You might have noticed that, at least," said Prinz, with faint irony, as he turned his back to the excited orderly and walked quickly down the hall toward the observation ward. With one hand, he felt in a hind pocket of his trousers for his stethoscope, passed a nurse in the hall, he jerked out an order.
"Bring me a hypodermic of atropine; and hurry," he said.
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Quick, heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, coming nearer to the laboratory. The pulse of the doctor quickened as he carefully laid down his tubes and turned to see Porter, his ruddy face flushed, come hurrying in at the door. Porter stopped before the dart, painting from his unusual exertion of walking swiftly, and excitedly felt his fat arms as he talked swiftly and unintelligibly. His attitude was grim, but his demeanor remained Doctor Prentice, towering above him, did not smile; instead, his face was grave and concerned.
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"What about him?" sternly asked the doctor. "Get it out, and out wasting time."
The doctor straightened his figure and lifted his head from the eye-piece. He trowned, making ominous his strong, clean-cut features and keen grey eyes. The darkness of his hair and complexion shone through his pale skin, mounting the slide he bead, through poor technique, crushed the corpuscles in such a manner as to make impossible the intended cell count. It was not often he was so careless. Now, if he intended making more blood from the patient, and did not wish to disturb the sleepy sick man.
"No, I forgot to," said Porter. "Anyway, he is dead."
Morning and Evening
Doctor Jack Prints, the young hospital interne,
cleaned over the microscope, adjusting, as he did so
the mechanical stage of the instrument with his
right hand. Intently he bent to his task of making
a blood cell count. The patient for whom he per-
formed the task was a very sick man; and he, the
doctor, had not yet made a diagnosis. Perhaps the
cell count would give him a clew. He suspected
that he had contracted a bacterial infection, but
not be sure of such a diagnosis because first, several other possibilities must be eliminated; and one of these depended on the number of blood corpseases found.
Porter ceased waving his arms and composed himself. "I opened his door, turned on the light, and bent over him to see if he was asleep," the orderly gassed. "His face is blue. He is dead."
"What is it, Porter?" he asked calmly.
"Did you notice if there was any respiration?" sharply inquired the doctor.
"The new patient" sputtered the orderly
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LINES UPON FINISHING "THE STRANGE INTERSECTION"
The love life of ladies neurotic,
Will be the undoing of me.
I long for a passion erotic,
I crave an emotional smile.
I'd love to be subtle and luring,
And numerous kinds of a fool.
But virtue is星熟 enduring,
And my loves decorous and cool.
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eyes on the patient's face, then turned to the olderly who was closing the door.
"Get me a large haemostat, or something to hold this fellow's tongue," he snapped.
The orderly moved with surprising quickness from the room.
The young doctor took from a coat pocket a small flashlight. With his left hand he hold the shaft of light from the flashlight directly above one of the shoulders of the patient. There was an eyelid. There was a faint reflex action of the pupil. Doctor Prinz replaced the flashlight in his pocket and placed the fingers of one of his hands on the wrist of the patient. The pulse was very faint, not much chance," he muttered to himself.
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Printz hesitated a moment, in doubt as to his next action. He wrinkled his brow with impatience at the delay of the nurse in bringing the hypodermic. He glanced at the patient's chest. It was going up and down with an almost imperceptible movement. Doctor Printz climbed on the bed and, after he left the room, entered over that of the patient. He placed his hands on the sternum of the patient's chest and pressed heavily downward. He straightened quickly, then removed his hands. A faint gasp came from the lips of the dying man. Printz mechanically repeated the process, his eyes intent on the patient's face. The door shammed. He looked up to see the nurse with a hypodermic syringe come swirly into him; he did not cease administering the artificial respiration. The nurse glanced at him for instructions.
The orderly came into the room, banging the door in his swift awkwardness. He also, glanced at the man.
He pushed down on the patient's chest two or three times, then removed his tall figure from the bed. Porter climbed on to take his place. Doctor Cummings ran out and he put out his stethoscope. He listened gravely as he held the instrument to the artificially moving chest of the patient; moving the adapter here and in a vain attempt to detect heartbeats. Doctor Printz looked up and brightened. Solerly heurned to the pernipensing Porter.
"Do you wish to talk to them now, doctor?" the nurse naked.
Doctor Printz did not answer the question, but slowly left the room, placing the stethoscope in his pocket as he went. The orderly stared after him. A nurse in the hall stopped before the doctor.
"The patient's relatives are in the waiting room," she said, respectfully. "They just got here."
"Attach the haemostat, and pull the tongue forward," the young doctor gasped, breathlessly. He watched Porter's clumsy fingers attach the haemostat. When the orderly finally finished adjusting it, he continued: "Watch me for a minute, then do as I'm doing."
"You can quit now," he said, quietly.
"Is he dead?" Porter asked. stupidly.
"It's too late now," the doctor said, slowly.
"Presently," he said, wearily.
The young doctor walked slowly, thoughtfully into the laboratory. In the bright glare of the laboratory lights, his face looked pale and wan. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped perspiration from his forehead. He gleaned in a rather bewildered manner at his preparations for the blood analysis. He stood still, His body trembled all over. Doctor Printz sank into a chair and tried to relax. He sighed. This was the first time death had claimed any of his patients.
The Sisters by Betty Postlewaite
To Miss Martha Bristol, being ill meant pleasant hours in the big, comfortable wing chair in the sunny window of the dining-room; thin, crisp silies of cinnamon toast and amber, steaming tea with its thin, half-moon of lemon arranged dainty on a pink saturna, genuine Saturna from far Japan; and having a sister Sarah. Miss Martha was never seriously nor violently ill; rather her illness was the peaceful, lingering type, not too confining, so to speak. Martha's illness never demanded the attention and advice of a philosopher. True enough, Miss Martha had had trouble awake at night, but Sarah's installation of a "new-tangled" Vapo-Cresole lamp had remedied that. But then she complained of being "so tired." Miss Bristol's neighbors entertained thoughts of pity for the ill woman. They decided that Life had still not deprived her of all the joys of a happy home and made her consequently, they sent her many of the dainties which are so pleasing to ill people, such as the first sweet-pas of summer, or the newly-drug sassafras of fall. They called on her; they had their children, in fact they made this world a delightful place for them. Miss Martha Bristol craved. For these many reasons Miss Bristol was allying almost all of the time.
But on Sunday Martha Bristol was decided up-coming for an alluring woman; she arose at the hour of five-thirty; carefully her silvered hair; put on her claret cashmere and Milan bonnet. Usually she wasted fully an hour searching for her favorite dress in the low rocker by the kitchen window and nibbled remnants of cake or cookies while she read through the Sabbath lesson. At the hour of nine she went to Sunday school and occupied the most comfortable chair in the whole room. She sang each time, and after that they were the act of Providence. Every attention was bestowed upon Miss Bristol at church as well as at home. There was always Julia Rockwood to fetch her a glass of water when she felt faint; Timothy Franklin to hand the hymnal opened to the right page. Immediately following the session of Sunday Martha mat Sirana in the vestibule of the church and together they attended the church service.
In appearance Martina Bristol was quaint and lovely; her gray eyes had a lustre which Sarah's had no longer; her hair had silvered evenly while Sarah's was at the half-way stage known as "tweed"; Martha's cheeks were still firm and daintily flushed, and her skin showed red shadows beneath Sarah's gray eyes and she shoulders had a droop which belied her advantage of fewer years. The people about the town who had known the Misses Bristol for many years had watched her in her daily life and her sister Martha. Martha was as clever as any woman in the town, for all through the years she had been able to veil her laxiness and her selfishness in a garb of illness. Successfully she had feigned her sleepsmaness; successfully had she feigned her fah-
During the long years it was always poor, tired Miss Martha who dragged to church while Miss Sarah, younger by ten years, remained at home to do the work, and attended only when leisure permit had been granted. When they met how pious! And whenever they were seen together there was always the whispered question.
"Who ever would take them for sisters? And Sarah is the younger, too! Poor Martha, she's had a hard life. But there's never a thought of poor, weak people. There are no laughing cheeks. Perhaps they never would see . . .
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