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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 25 1928
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Insure Christmas Gifts
Loss to Be Covered by Posta Service, Says Abraham
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
"I insure 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 services or to a recipient whose needs are or are damaged or in a riffled condition upon receipt there is disruption, duplicates the shipments and in such cases it is also put to additional expense. On the other hand, there is no need to send the parcel to a sender who realizes that the value of the contents of a parcel delivered to a customer it will be paid to him by the postal service if the parcel was properly prepared and insured for a sufficient cost 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 1920-1930, according to Dr. Florence Brown Sheen, dept. of the department of Home Economics.
Applicants must be residents of the United States or Canada and possess the doctor's degree in one of the basic science or in medicine, and must present ability of evidence of research ability. The basic fellowship stipend is $1,800 and upward, varying with the requirements of individual cases.
The fellowships aim to promote fundamental research in the several scientific basic to child development. The purpose of fellowship appointments is to afford an opportunity to those who wish to receive advanced training to scientific knowledge of this field.
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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 holiday days was decided at a meeting of the theater on Wednesday in Braselton. The exact day of its appearance was not set.
"The official staff of the Dove will be present for the graduation of the students of all departments of the University this year than it ever has been before," said Phillip Dove.
"The purpose of the Dove is to support education for all students of the University Anyone may contribute articles to the paper, but each contributor must be invited."
The Dove will be published more regularly after Christmas, according to Eyres. It will appear at least three times during the spring semester.
"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."
Alumnus in India Writes to Alumni Association
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Y. W. Advisory Board Has Dinner for Cabine
Members of the Y, W, C, A. adviser Board entertained the cabinet at an informal Thursday evening meeting at the Ethel Williams, secretary of the University Y, W, C, A., was guest of Alice B., members and guests were present.
These were guests: Mrs. A. Henley who is doctor of Herbey house, Mrs. C. Bentley who is director of Stanton Olinger, Mrs. Clayton Crocker who is director of Carter, and Miss Dorothy Lyton.
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Students of English in Orond High School will present a program of one net play in the Little Theater, Green Hall, Wednesday evening, Nov. 28 at
"Menaechmi" Will Be Presented Before Christmas
Latin Play to Be Giver
The lectors for the play in the cast of "Menachemi," a Latin play to be presented in English by the Latin class which is also known as Eta Stigam and Eta Sigmis Phil. honorary Latin and Greek fraternity, pre as follows: Menachemi l., Ruth Weringham; c'20; Menachemi b., Ruth Weringham; c'29; c'29; wife of Menachemi l., Ruth Ashbaugh, gr.; Feldman, a lady friend Menachemi l., Ruth Weringham; c'20; Poetie Moor, c'20; a cook, Mildred Moor, c'20; Helen Hendricks, c'29, will deliver the prose of the cast will be announced later.
The play will be directed by Miss Lilian B. Lawerer of the Latin department, and it is being translated from a French novel into the class. The play is written in common Latin and at times hinders on stage; but this is only for a short time, and in common English, will also be
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The people in this small Wisconsin village made up an aristocracy all their own. They became wealthy in the fur trading business, and most of them preferred to live here among their friends, and in the Southern atmosphere that their connection with New Orleans and the south by means of the Mississippi made possible, than to live in any of the eastern cities.
From the talk of their own clothes the girls soon turned to discuss the things that Jane Ann would bring home from New Orleans. The Mardi Gras was well over and Lent had settled over the gayest, and in its turn the most penitent, of cities, and Jane Ann brought them all home. For the social season in the North. As a surprise for her the Colonel and her mother were giving the most elaborate of receptions in her honor.
The young men had gathered at the foot of the stairs to meet the girls as they made their way slowly, step by step, broad the broad staircase. Louise led theway, a tall black hairied girl, dressed in a white velvet gown. Her long train completely covered the steps behind her, and the bright lights illuminated the corridors. The girls, which were twined in beautiful and intricate designs over her gown. She hesitated a moment on the last step, and then with a laugh swept out onto the floor with Pierre Touche, her hands French Canadian
Below stairs the men had assembled in the library to inspect the new bookcases that the Colonel had received only the week before from France. The cases with sliding doors were quite a novelty and were causing much as air as the leaded glass doors leading in from the porches had caused upon their arrival. Upon the sideboard in the dining room the Colonel had had his choice of curtained and an uncurtained dispensing them freely to the younger men, Mrs. Dousseau and the women were in the drawing room awaiting the arrival of the girls, who were still chattering and laughing in the hall above stairs.
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- THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN, November 25. 1928
The chapel was lighted only by the single red lamp that burned before the little altar. In the *semi-darkness* there was an ethereal look about the room and the kneeling girls in their soft gowns. At that moment the things of earth, even the party that waited only the honored guest, seemed very far away. The sighing of a sudden gust of wind in the air filled the hall, and through the girls and one by one they arose and with graceful gonfouctions came back out into the brilliantly lighted hall.
The grandfather clock in the great hall boomed out the hour of ten, in half an hour the boat was due to dock. The Colonel descended the verandah steps to the waiting carriage that was to take him on a journey to Europe, where he spite the chill air of the mid-winter night, on the verandah to wade him off and to await his return with Jane Ann. the girls from the upper gallery watched the carriage drive off, then with gay laughs they looked up at the reflections in the huge glass glass that reached from floor to ceiling. They came out into the hall, and following the suggestion of Louise, the younger sister of Jane Ann, they all drew their scars over their heads and stopped for a moment under the grandfather chapel, to say a last prayer for her safe return.
The arriving guests were ushered into the Great Hall by Colonel Douesman. The young women mounted the broad staircase to the second floor where the Colonel's daughters met them and carried them laughing and chattering away to their wing of rooms. Negro mammys hurried to take the cakes of the guests and the girls before they left for the ballet. All the emblazer of Paris modistes was displayed in the magnificence of the prevailing fashion, for what mode was more adaptable to display than that of 1877?
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Jane Ann's Return by Catherine Crowley
The sound of a river boat whistle broke the stillness of the night. As if it were a signal that the house had been waiting for all these hours, lights blazed forth from every window. It was a large manor house that stood far back from the roadway, and was reached by a long, tree lined drive. To the north of the house, and half hidden by trees, stood the service quarters and the stables. In a moment of horses hoofs and of carriage wheels on the drive were heard. There was a gay chatter of voices raised in greeting and the hearse commands of the groomes as they led the horses away.
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by Kathe Dothorn
Ciree kicked off her sandals and began to walk barefooted on the terrace. The grass was restful and she wanted to think. In about an hour Oddyseus was coming up to demand his men. He would not be overcome with gratitude to find them rolling about the pig sty, she thought, but it was a great nuisance to have to change her mind and give them human form again. Oddyseus was nice, thought—he was a gentleman who had no chance of turning him into a pig. Anyway, if she did he'd probably turn out force and eat all the others and make life miserable for her. She wondered what color Penelope's hair was.
If she turned his men back to him in their original form, he'd probably think she was a weakling. If she didn't turn them back, he'd probably cut her throat.
She sighed. Being an enchantress had its disadvantages. She put one hand to her neck. Both hands would barely reach around. There wasn't anything skimmy about her build, she reflected, and she was not sure what she was doing in theette. Husbands didn't leave statueque blondes to go about the ocean stopping at anybody's island.
She heard a grunt beside her and looked down upon a spotted pig. It was probably that Trojan the storm washed up last week, she thought. She was getting tired of pigs, anyway. She kicked at the animal, forgetting her bare feet, and hurt her toe. She shoved it over the fence, stabbing her toes over gross beasts. Why couldn't she turn men into something else—antelope, for instance?
She sat down on the grass to hold her foot awhile. No, antelopes would most likely be catching their horns in the curtains. She gave up. "Figs is pigs." But that didn't settle this mess about Odysseus. She had half a notion to send a slave down to sink his ship. There was a bare chance that Pomelo would not fall over. It was possible she was a brunette, she probably wouldn't have to sink his ship. Circise sighed. Life was so complex.
Maybe she should turn Odysseus into a pig, and make a special pet of him around the house,—teach him tricks, and so forth. She brightened for a minute before she remembered that she had tried that once on a Greek trader, and it didn't worked at all.
She heard a comotion on the shore. He was coming and she had no sandals. She sprang to her feet and started for the house—then she halted, looked reflectively at her plumply pink feet, and decided against sandals. Anyway, if she turned them back into men he would probably be pleased; and if she didn't and he killed her, she would undoubtedly lose much of her charm.
Circe frowned, and reached for her wand.
The strains of the "Blue Danube" waltz drifted in from the music room where the musicians were hidden from eyes of the guests. No sooner had the couples begun the dance than the sound of the carriage wheels on the drive was heard. The many people gathered behind the opened door to be among the first to greet her.
The carriage was as yet a good distance from the verandah steps and a second carriage could be seen following it. Of a sudden a sighing sprup in up the poplar trees by the fountain, and a scurrying cloud raced across the moon, hiding it for a moment. As she reached the threshold of the key, The carriage ground slowly to a stop and the Colonel descended unsteadily from it, and assisted Martha, Jane Ann's nurse to alight. She leaned heavily on his arm and great tears coursed down her cheeks. The second carriage, an open, stopped at the steps. Only the straine of the "Blue Danube" carriage stood still, and it the hush which had fallen upon the scene. It was Jane Ann's favorite walk, and it was welcoming her home.
cousin, who had been paying her much attention during the winter.
The Cow-Man by Alice Schultz
I awakened early, feeling very lonely and very sorry for myself. Turning my head toward the door, my eyes searched for some kind nurse to give me the sympathy I needed so badly. As one was in sight, I slowly turned my head back toward the window. Tears filled my eyes, but it did not stop. I wished I could hug with my eyes closed; I had looked at nothing else for three days. There were only the tops of a forest of trees, so dense and so even that it seemed as though one could walk straight across them to where they met the skyline. That was all, and the thought that I would like to walk straight across the tops of the trees reminded me that I could not walk at all. I found myself walking into my mouth. Wearily, I turned my face toward the ceiling; now, the tears could roll off either cheek and bathe my ears unheeded. Nothing mattered, and nothing ever matter again until I could walk out of that hospital and go home. And in the meantime, I hated everyone—hated Kansas City for having hospitals, and most particularly I was living by the same skin my back. Clearly, I was in an unreasonable temper and behaving childishly.
It was in the midst of this temper that I heard the cow-man for the first time. "Cow-man, c-o-w-m-a-n." Buy your milk from the cow-m-a-n." The nasal, sing-songy cry came in through my open window. I forgot about myself for the moment and raised my head to look out. I could see no one, but the cry was being repeated over and over again, and it seemed to come among the trees. "Cow-man, c-o-w-m-a-n." Milk from the cow-m-a-n." There was a peculiar charm in the rhythm of the quaint words, which made the novelty of being a cow-man seem alluring. I had never thought a mere milk-man alluring!
After that, I listened each morning for the cry of the cow-man. I would lie waiting impatiently and fearing that he would not come, but he always did. One morning he was very late; I was eating my breakfast when I heard the familiar "Cow-man," wrinkled old man, dressed in the picturesque cow-girl, crying his trade longer than others, and then I was glad, for I imagined that his business must be good. After he had gone away, I would lie in bed and picture him to myself. I imagined him a little, skinny, wrinkled old man, dressed in the picturesque cow-girl, crying his trade longer than others, and then I was glad, for I could hear no note of harshness in his voice. He was sitting somewhere in a clearing of the trees, on a squat, three-legged stool milking a fattish-brown cow, who nibbled contentedly at the grass. The reddish-brown cow flicked her tail lazily at the fites, while she stopped nibbling with the cow's teeth. They hurried out from their homes with pots and kettles to buy milk from the cow-man. The cow-man would range the kettles in a row by his side and then milk each one full in turn; meanwhile, he laughed and talked, in his dry humorous voice, about the cow-man who had tagged along with their mothers to see the cow-man. I always stopped short when I got them home. It was a delightful, but impossible, picture to place in the heart of sophisticated Kansas City, but I could dream of the cow-man in no other and I soon came to believe my dream true.
Then one day I saw him. It was two weeks after I had heard the cow-man for the first time that I was carried out on the large porch at the end of the hospital ward. I was so excited that morning that I came up to his room and I was begging the nurse to let me walk, begging her to let me just take one step, when he heard I looked all around before I finally saw him. Coming down a side street, which was not visible from my window, he was chanting the same cry I had heard so many times. in a glance, he started walking with a dirty white apron as a butcher wears, and pushing before him a small, four-wheeled cart, in which ordinary, proxic, quart bottles of milk were sitting in rows. Even then, I could not believe it; but, as I fully realized that he did not have a reddish-brown coat, I began to back to my nurse and recommended my teasing.
I tried to forget that I ever saw the cow-man. He knew the unassuperbed he was causing him to be known the unassuperbed he was causing
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