SUNDAY. NOVEMBER 25. 1928
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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Loss to Be Covered by Posta Service, Says Abraham
"Iinsure your Christmas packages, says R. C. Abrham, postmaster of the University station.
"Christmas parcels are usually of more than intrinsic value; and if such shipments are sent as ordinary mail, they are not necessarily seen or are damaged or are in a ripped condition upon receipt there is disfigurement. If the shipments duplicates the ships and in such cases it is also put to additional expense. On the other hand, there is no reason why the parcel should be to a sender who realizes that the value of the contents of a parcel which has had something happen to it should be treated with service if the parcel was properly prepared and insured for a sufficient amount to cover the financial loss stemming from the damage.
Dr. Sherbon Is Sponsor for National Research
The National Research Council or Washington, D. C., has announced national fellowships for research in child development for 1929-1930, acceding to Dr. Florence Brown Sher and the home of Department of Home Economics.
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 tangible evidence of research ability. The basic fellowship dipend is $1,800 upward, varying with the requirements of individual cases.
The fellowships aim to promote fundamental research in the several set conditions base to child development. The purpose of fellowship appointments is to afford an opportunity to those who wish to pursue their scientific knowledge of this field.
Dove to Be Out Before Christmas, Says Eyres
The request for applications must be made through Doctor Sharron to the Executive Secretary of the Comprehensive Child Development, Merrin A. Durea.
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 staff at 4:30 Wednesday in Fraser Hall, the day of its appearance was not set.
"The editorial staff of the Dove will be benefited by the students of all departments of the University this year than it ever has been before," said Phili
"The purpose of the Dove is to
foster a friendship
for all students of the University
Anyone may contribute articles to
the newspaper, each contributor must
pay $10.
"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 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 Guse, A.B.T.10, has sent his alumni digs two years in advance from Madura, South India to Proffessor Secretary of the Alumni Association.
He tells Elsworth that Fay Liv-
engood, A.B. 309, and his family have been at the same station hill with 'im during this season.
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Y. W. Advisory Board Has Dinner for Cabinet
Members of the Y. W. C.-A. advis-
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Ethan Elliwell, secretary of the Uni-
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members and guests were present.
Oread High to Give Plays
These were guests: Mrs. A, Honeybill is don’t be silly. Honeybill house, Ms. S. Stanton Olinger, Mrs. Clyton Crowe,
Students in English to Presen Program in Fraser
Students of English in Grond High School will present a program of one act plays in the Little Theater, Green Hall, Wednesday evening, Nov. 28 at
Latin Play to Be Given
"Menacemi" Will Be Presented Before Christmas
The leads for the cast of "Memo-omoni," a Latin play to be presented in English by the latin class which is based on the novel by Eta Sigma Phi, honorary Latin and Greek fraternity, are as follows: Memecumelc 1, Bath Washington, c20; Memecumelc 2, Bath Washington, c20; c29; w2es of Memecumelc 1, Bath Ashbaugh, gr.; Fordium, a lady friend Memecumelc 1, Mainet, c20; Memecumelc 1, Mainet, c20; c29; a cook, Mibromed, Monroe, c29; Helen Hendricks, c29, will deliver the prose and act of the cost will be announced later.
The play will be directed by Miss Lilian B. Loweer of the Latin department, and it is being translated from the original French language class. The play is written in common Latin and at times borders on shakespearean style. It is also in common English and will see.
The Alma Chi Omega women are the first female athletes to compete in Oregon. Because of their outstanding high scholastic honors they were presented with a cup by the alumnae of the school.
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Well, only I need more minutes till time for the cuzz. I guess I'd better go. Maybe the fresh air, and I walk up the Hill wiener fresh my mind a minute. I walk up the Hill winer fresh in circles. If I could only be sure of myself.
This feeling I always get just before finals is terrible. My brain is tired—worn out trying to think logically, and remember facts when figuratively speaking "it's on its last pages." My hands shake, and I keep going over and over in my mind the main points of the semester's work.
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10 Toulouse the entire instrument shines brightly and reflects a red light, forming a sort of halo around it, but tomorrow it will be covered with rosin and tomato paste. The instrument it has just been polished by the loving, careful hands of its music master who left it here beneath the lamp in his studio.
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Let's see, what was the first English question? Who wrote Ralph Roister Doister, and was Grammar Garden's Needle a comedy or a tragedy? I'll never remember all this; I just know I won't.
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If I could only rest for ten minutes—what heaven that would be! But when I woke up all I know would be lost. I'm afraid, and I have to go all the way. Oh, if I could only be sure I wouldn't forget everything.
Volume XXVI
Morning and Evening
Just Before the Final by Alice Gaskill
Three cups of coffee, two tall cakes and only two hours sleep don't put me in the best condition to take that quiz, but then those three cups of coffee this morning will tide me over.
Can I remember all of it, or shall I just be bewildered? Shall I possibly be able to spell those words in French? Or should I just that I can't forget with letters? I might as well forget this all. I'll come through all right. I always do. Maybe not with an "A," but I won't flunk it. Maybe I will have a better word: Androdes, Andronius, Narcissus and Emilia~
In the center of the room stands a large, oak table, much the worse for age and hard usage, and bare except for the small lamp and the violin in a battered, much worn case. The case is so old and dusty that it seems that the violin all the more by contrast, and seems to occupy forces with those of the lamp to make the master's violin the only bit of beauty in the entire room. The dark red wood of the instrument is in a striking contrast to the jet-black ebony of the keys, the fingerboard and the handcarved chin rest. And in the same red and black there is the hard white maple of the bridge and the gleaning steel of the strings.
Aristotle was the supreme critic; Thespis, the father of Greek tragedy; and Aechylus, the father of Greek drama. Now, mind, oh mind, can I rely on you to remember that when I get to that unit?
I wish I could tie something around my head so as to be sure none of the dates and names I've put in it would escape. This going over and over it is getting me down, and yet I'm afraid to quit. Oh, if I was only sure I wouldn't forget some of this stuff.
Now, let's see, the Greek comedians were Philipen and Monederon; and the tragédians, Sophocles and Euripides. Oh, if I could only be sure I could have seen that making that final in Introduction to the Theater Arts.
Well, the Roman comedians were Teresae and Plautus. Now remember and don't spell Teresae the Irish way. Yes, and they had three kinds of plays—satura, mime, and atellana. The satura was the mime a farce and the atellana a merry one, but there are many things. I just must, I wonder what else he'll ask.
by Polly M'Rie
Lawrence, Kansas. November 25. 1928
Yesterday it was dull and unpolished and covered with rosin as it lay in its dark black case; tomorrow it will be covered with rosin again, and will be as dirty and dull and unpolished as it ever was. But tonight it is magnificent. The old master's violin has just been polished, and it shines like a massive ruby as its dark red wood reflects the red light from it. It is now displayed at the studio. By this dim light, the curvature of the room seem filled with stacks—disordered, half-scattered stacks of music and old newspapers.
The Master's Violin
A Rural Sketch by Edith Umdenstock
Bathing Suits
A Rural Sketch
by Edith Underwood
QUILL
The Ladies' Aid Society of the rural community of Anderson met semi-monthly and was unto her a committee with 20 members.
"Yes, and the hats she wears! Why, you'd think she thought she was sixteen. Great, big, floppy things that you see in pictures of movie stars," was the observation of one.
"I think it is perfectly scandalous!" exclaimed Sarah Beverly. "I saw her last Saturday in town and I do dearest her skirt was half way to her knees. It's all right for the young girls, but for one of her age to be a-wearin' everything new that comes along-"
"What I want to know is where does she get her 'em?
There isn't 'nothing' like 'em in Andersen,' put in a shrill voice.
"It's funny Jane King's hats ain't good enough for her."
"Topека, I guess, or Kansas City." Sarah conjectured. "The City most likely. She's always have these relations in Kansas City. Guess they do have some relationship, but she don't need to be so stuck up about it."
"Love, yes, and the way she drives their car around all over the country when they come to visit her!" said a woman with a red face and a stiff gingham dress. "Now you take—"
But Sarah could not contain her own indignation long enough to listen to others' comments.
"The young folks are all just crazy about her"
"not because they are. She's what they call 'a good sport'."
"The worst thing I ever see is the way she goes swimmer' all the time. One piece bathin' suits! A woman o' her age! And married! And dances at her house almost every week. That sort of thing is to the young folks, but it's time for her to settle down. She soasma to that she's a boy in his 'teens.'
"She's always—"
The woman nearest the door raised a warning hand. A sudden silence seized the group. In a moment a neat figure appeared at the door. She wore a white blazer and she leaned the loose ends of black, bobbed hair creep out from the smart tan turban. She wore a pimpé dress of simple style, tan silk hat, and sport oxford's. She entered the room with a manner of self-assurance, and a dark stockings showed that life was well worth the living.
"Hi, everybody! guess I'm late today," she called out in a clear, cheery voice, "but I stopped to clean the wax off the dining room floor where we danced last night."
At the sound of her voice a girl appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"Whew, isn't it hot today?" observed Sarah Beevry. "It's a scorer," agreed the girl. "I'd like to be in swimming right now. Say, Aunt Sarah, why don't you come in sometime? Come over to me, we used to go to our family picnies? You used to like it. Do come."
"Well—all right, Elizabeth, I will." Sarah concerned, although a bit besitatingly. There was lots left.
"Oh it was getting pretty late, Elizabeth, and little girls who keep house for their fathers must not be out too late or they'll burn their dish water next day."
"Hello, Nan," she said with hearty friendliness,
"I you naughty thing, why didn't you let us clean
your bathroom?"
"I'to too bolt to do another thing," she grumbled, brushing a lock of hair from her draped forehead.
"Good! 'We're an extra bathing suit. I think it'll fit you,' offered Elizabeth.
"No, thank you. I'll bring that old blue pellec
dress and wear it. It won't hurt it. A woman o'
my age wouldn't look well in a bathing suit," Sarah
sat with finality.
The next day was hot, witheringly, warmly hot. Elizabeth wrang out the dish cloth, wiped the cabeli, omitted the dish water, wiped the pan and hang the plate in the pantry. She glanced at the unwept floor.
"All right, dear, be stubborn, but be sure to come.
Half past two and be late!"
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A Cheerful Essay on Suicides
by Jane Kerr
There are certain obvious difficulties confronting the writer on suicide, the greatest being that he must of necessity disregard the old precept to only of what he has experienced. Because the person who writes on suicide has not committed it, and the person who commits it can never write on it. I have always felt in this direction more than most people. I have attempted suicide three times, once accidentally.
It was not my fault that the first time was unsuccessful. I am not responsible for the fact that my parents had reared me so carefully that at the age of eight I had never heard an oath. So if, when I locked myself in the bathroom, prepared to "curse God and die," I did not know how to swear, and the attempt was a failure, I maintain that the blame is my parents' and not mine.
That the second attempt, occurring when I inadvertently prepared to gargle with carbolic acid instead of listerine, had no disastrous consequences was due entirely to my woman's tendency to look into a mirror, where I observed a difference in the label even as I prepared to pour the fluid into my experiments because I always accident among my experiments and the result would inevitably have been avoided.
Years passed between my first attempts and my last one. Years in which I lived but which, as I finally discovered, had brought me nothing an illustration of the futility, the hopelessness of my further existence. Life, I concluded, was a travesty; Love was an illusion and a farcer Happiness did not die. It was a cruel Death, with a mocking face and his tongue in his cheek, was the only actuality. So I decided to die.
But first I wrote a poem. It was called Pre Mortem, and embodied in its liner these things I now believed. It was bad enough to make anybody commit suicide. It would make the strong-minded weep, but their tears would be derisive and of mirth. I read it, and unhesitably I reached out and quaffed the solution of the blue vitilion that Mama keeps in the house for poison ivy and Papa uses in batteries.
Calmly I waited for death. But in the interim strange thoughts came crowding to my brain; and suddenly I decided that after all a pre mortem was done, I could go on one, and that I had better do something about it.
Resolutely I rose to mix and drink a second solution, this time of mustard and water.
Life continued in much the same manner as before, save for my conclusion that if you are going to change your mind about poisoning yourself it is much pleasanter to do so before taking.
Winter Birds by Lorene Squire
Along the Kaw River wild ducks fly southward, the heron that yesterday wadied its shallows now haunts the Florida Everglades. The cat bird from the stadium fence, ramps or a cynical note in Kentucky underbrush. The mocking bird sings beneath Texas to South America the small hummingbird has flown.
[ ] These birds' places snow birds or juncoes from Canada canna nown into the red sumac about Potter's Lake. The brown creeper and the nutmachines miracle come in through the green of Green hall. Tufted timber are like gray birds with pert, crested beads, very tame and curious. The cedar wawkins, the grypus among birds are here today and gone in one know where tomorrow. They live on pine trees in the cedar and Juniper and upon the wild grange vine.
The chickadee yet remains chewing and scolding. A flicker or golden-shafted woodpecker flies through the trees shouting his nasal, autumn note. The downy woodpecker drills out a hole in the tree's trunk, then squirrels gray screech owl stays the winter in a deserted woodpecker hole in the top of a walnut tree. Blue jays flash lovely wings through the grove and over and over again through the day they discover the owl and proceed to have a startled fit about it. A pair of blue jays brush. The year's last blackbirds are going. And there is in the grove the torch of a cardinal's plumage lit in the yellow, falling leaves.
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