SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 11. 1928
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
PAGE FIVE
Students Attend K. U. From Nine Foreign Countries
Thirty-three States Besides Kansas Represented in This Year's Enrollment
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A recent survey was made by Registrar G. O. Peter concerning the distribution of the 4,095 students who are now attending the University, number, 2,722 are Kansan residents, Dr. 2,723 are Dongnams county residents the largest delegation of students; a total of 717 Greenbelt and Wallace, lowest of the three.
From the other states there is a total of 790 students. Missouri ranks fourth in the nation for public school enrollment. Montana, Michigan, Mississippi, Virginia, and Wisconsin are represented.
Nine foreign countries have 44 a-
cres. Singapore, Spain, Colombia,
Polish Republic, Jamaica rank in
Other foreign lands represented at
Hawaii, Japan, Mexico, Burger
and New Zealand.
Kansas Counties
Allen
Anderson
Andhinson
Barber
Barton
Bourbon
Brown
Butler
Chase
Chautauqua
Cherokee
Croyenne
Clark
Clay
Cloud
Coffee
Camouche
Cowley
Crawford
Decatur
Dekhamon
Domphan
Douglas
Edwards
Elk
Ellis
Ellsworth
Finney
Ford
Franklin
Gary
Gove
Grabum
Gray
Greenbury
Greenwood
Hamilton
Harper
Harvey
Hashell
Hodgeman
Jackson
Jefferson
Jewell
Johnson
Kearney
Kingman
Kiowa
Lobette
Lane
Leavenworth
Lincoln
Limn
Lyon
Marion
Marshall
McPherson
Moade
Miami
Mitchell
Montgomery
Morris
Morton
Nemahna
Neosho
Ness
Orage
Ottawa
Pawnee
Phillips
Portauntomie
Olmore
Pratt
Rawlins
Reno
Republic
Rice
Riley
Rooks
Rush
Russell
Saline
Scott
Sedgwick
Seward
Shawnee
Sheridan
Sherman
Smith
Stifford
Stanton
Stevens
Sumner
Thomas
Frange
Wabaunsee
Wallace
Washington
Wibrita
Wilson
Woodson
Wayandotte
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"Christmas Is Just Around Corner." Says R. C. Abrabams, Postmaster. So "Mail Your Packages Early"
Other States
Arkansas
Arizona
California
Colorado
Florida
Idaho
Illinois
Iowa
Kentucky
Louisiana
Missouri
"Christmas is just around the corner," says R. C. Abraham, postmaster station. "My mail your package curly. The Postmaster General has been urging carry muling in the Postal Building daily from Washington, D. C."
"Another year is fast nursing the patients, and he will start the fight of good will and chew, will be here again," writes R. S. Reege, third assistant postmaster general. "He'll be with you every day."
"Christmas with its whirling snow, crimson holly, gay decorations and merry, bright-eyed people everywhere, is a time of joy and gladness, and much of this festive spirit is due to the exchanging gifts, greeting cards and sweet branches which are so generally followed during the holiday season. The
hap year, it will come on Tuesday and since those will be regular days of the week, you can attend after the Christmas holiday, if it is not deemed necessary to make any Christian holiday.
Addressee on all mail should be precisely written with ink, giving the sender the name and address of the sender whenever possible. Place the recipient's return card in the upper left corner.
Early Mailing Encouraged
"Do not open (all Cardinales) on the package is allowed in order to encourage mailmen of an early date. Seals or stitchers may be used but should not be used by cardinals, greetings such as "With best wishes",
"Merry Christmas" and a Happy New Year., and names may be placed in the front cover of each fourth class (parcel post). Mail. Fax.
ner, associate professor of zoology (oner); Frank W. Blackman, professor of sociology; Albert Bloch, professor of sociology; Scott S. Brandon, George S. Ghrandt, Dean of the College, Wm L. Burdick, professor of law; Hamilton P. Cady, professor of chemistry; C. D. Dunan, professor of English; Sebla Eldridge, associate professor of sociology; L. N. Flinn, professor of journalism; L. D. Haveney, professor of history; C. Hodder, professor of history (onle); E. H. Holland, professor of philosophy; H. F. Hulzlan, economist; F. H. Walters, professor of English; H. E. Hungerford, professor of entomology; John Lase, professor of economics; R. E. Johnson, professor of engineering; R. E. Johnson, professor of electrical engineering; Frederick E. Kester, professor of physics and astronomy; H. Lane, professor of geography; James C. McGee, education; C. F. Nelson, professor of biochemistry; F. R. O'Brien, director of burea of social service and education; S. M. Schreiner, education; Carl A. Prever, profession
Catania, Sicily, Nov. 10 — (UP)
The advancing lava stream from Mount Etan reached the railroad bridge near Mascari at 2 m. o., median speed and volume as fresh water added to the destructive torrent.
Lava Eruption Continues
Stream Is Increasing in Size and Volume Hourly
The advanced stream is now made up of two of the currents which have joined in a single unit, carrying de-icing fluids over the hours today this main stream advanced 90 feet, after having increased in both size and speed hourly during
Already the eruptions from this
Send The Daily Kansan home.
great mountain of fire has caused damage estimated in upwards of 90 percent of the damage to be increased if the wide amount of lava continue to pour down on the base.
Only two persons have lived hither because the great creature gave warning before it unhindered its fatal stream. When the creature was forced were foreseen to evaporate their houses in the peaceful little vines which lie at the bottom of the mountain side.
All of the villages are deserted.
Some have been damaged, dams have been destroyed, enjoy in few buildings some standing on ground swamps.
There is little to the city destrucing it as it was destroyed with 300 years ago.
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN November 11, 1928
PAGE FOUR
FORGOTTEN
Today I heard a sob in the robin's throat
A song which first had a caress,
I saw a tear on the panse's brow,
And today, I saw the old hat that you wore last
Thrown under an old chair,
Then you wore it.
Yet, I remember the way it shaded your eyes,
Strange, that of all the lovely things about you,
I should remember that.
—Isabel Bandy.
—Rhadamanthi.
QUESTIONS
Don't you love the sunshine? Don't you love the stars?
Don't you love long, crowded roads with endless strings of cars?
Don't you love the wind's kiss when your hair is blowing free?
Are not all things wonderful, on days like this, to thee?
Don't you love the winy tang of crisp October air?
Don't you love that mangle tree, all scarlet, over there!
Don't you love to climb the hill, and breathless, at the top,
Look over all the valley, and watch the clim leaves drop?
Don't you love the bare, brown trees, with little paths between?
Don't you love the wild geese, that hook at night, unseen?
Don't you love the bright blue sky and all that life can give?
Don't you love this wondrous world, and don't you love to live!
Ruth Knowles.
EVENING
(Another re-hashing of hackneyed words, phrases and ideas.)
Far away a turtle dove,
Sobs a mournful hymn.
Hark, the bull-frog's doleful croak
Chants a reQUIem.
Unseen birds sing low laments,
And the breeze is sighing;
Peace, be still and bow thy head,
For the day is dawn.
*Helen Augusta Wynn.*
—Helen Augusta Wynn.
—Rhadamanthi.
A Letter to Mars
(Continued from page one)
worship once every seven days. They gather together in many buildings. A great musical instrument is played. While it is played they talk and listen not to the strains of the music. When it stops they sing. They are playing music is an accompaniment for their apparently aimless talk. When the organ again starts to play they rise together and sing. Having once sung, they take up their books and sing in what is no doubt the words of a foreign language, for their faces show that they have no understanding of that language. It is not enough and reads from a book. It too, must be in a foreign language for no one appears to be listening to him. They look at him but their thoughts are not on the words he reads. After the reading certain men pass small baskets among the congregation and give them envelopes. Then one of those who sit in the front of the church rises. It is usually a woman and in great trouble for she walks as though in anguish. Sometimes there are two or four of these walls with their aid supplications. Twice during the service the quaint designs of the window rest of the crowd seem awever to sad things for they pay no attention to these lamps. When their wail has died out the leader rises and speaks to the people. The people do not listen to him but spend their time in watching each other and in tracing with their eyes the quaint designs of the window. I do not know why they do not pay more attention to the talk. Either he speaks in a language they do not understand or his words are of such wisdom that they cannot comprehend them. He may speak in the same language that the songs are written in, but they cannot read this language but do not understand it.
Such, oh master, are their religions. Can you tell from them the kind of people I am among? Again I salute thee, and again hall! Thy servant and disciple.
Armen Wak
Sounds in the Rain
Jarma Wak.
by Arthur S. Graydom
When I awake this morning I immediately felt the cool, fresh air blowing out of the rain-washed atmosphere. I heard the low monotone of the misty drops as they splashed upon the trees and roof before reaching the ground. The drain-pipe emitted a high-pitched murmur as the newly fallen water rushed down to the floor. I heard the familiar clink-clank-chank of a loose chain, as a Ford sedown down the wet street.
At last I went outdoors into the street and began the ascent to my class. The sound of trickling water in the gutter mingled with the dripping from the overhanging trees. The K. U. street car gushed a thin spray of water from the water as it crept along. The heavy stamp of booted feet sounded upon the walks. I call that a sound of the rain, as if the wind were blowing. Then all this was drowned out when I reached Oread. All I could hear the motley rubbing, squeaking, clinking, slapping sound of the co-eds and their galoshes. Again I was reminded that women have it all over men when it comes to making noise.
CLOUD BITS Out where the sky's deep blue
Oil where the sky's deep blue
runs
swiftly,
swiftly,
It has broken
Into
Cloudy foam.
White clouds
Are lady clouds,
Calm, clean,
Peaceful, serene,
Touched with gray colors.
I like the dark clouds,
The worker clouds,
Soiled with their toil;
Mothers of the rain,
Grandmothers of the rainbow.
— James S. Welch,
— Rhademanthi.
ENIGMA
Starlit skies above;
Hearing the mourning dove;
Vaunted mother love—
"Tis all enigma.
Lust for human flesh;
Love of beauty fresh;
Nets that de emmesh—
Tis all enigma.
Philosophic queries;
Life with all its worries;
Snow embanking flurries—
Tis all enigma.
Lights that glare at night;
Rays that set aright;
Spur on hopes for life
To solve enigma.
Comment
Pen and Scroll is a freshman-sophomore literary society whose membership is chosen on the basis of excellence in prose composition as shown by manuscripts submitted as tryouts. Under the leadership of Stephen Fink, who spent 16 years, it has come to be one of the most worthwhile and live literary organizations on the Hill.
Pen and Scroll again has a section of its own. Marion Pinkham and Lyle Gifford are the editors in charge of the society's pages. They have been assembling a catalog of Barnes of the English department in their work.
--tree,
And the weakened rope of dreams has broken.
—Bruce Wallace.
—Rhadamnuthi.
A round half-dozen writers in the first three issues of the Sunday Magazine have signed their contributions with pseudonyms. When asked for their names, the authors replied, "My Sunday Magazine they have replied, 'Oh, it's the gush!' One author says, "I hate to have my well meaning friends all telling me how they just loved that story."
Those who appear in the Sunday Magazine receive no compensation for their work. They write for the joy of the writing; for the satisfaction of self-expression; and for the experience and pleasure of seeing their work in print. A little appreciation is encouraging, but too much is hard to believe.
SONG
I wawing the moon
By a tender rope of my own weaving.
I had sawwing it many nights before
I hit dragging it.
And thought it safe . . .
But it caught on the tip most branch of that popular tree,
and peeked rone of dreams has broken
TREES
Acre
Are more beautiful
Than virginia,
Or the cool emerald
Of water under green moonlight.
They are all of life,
And light,
Love and crystal thighs,
Cool brews,
Trap purifier of water,
Deep down,
Through crevises
Of evening.
*Euclice Wallace in Community Arts and Crafts*
— *Rhodanthus*.*
LIGHT—DARKNESS
Lavender with streaks of gold,
Indigo with marigold,
Prismatic hues, arced, unfold
Across the tinted sky.
Lacy clouds, veiled on high Drift en masse — out of shine column. forms of darker dye Stripe the skied sky.
Negral violet shades unfold
And dim ee faintly all the gold.
All space grows dark;
Shades fade to night—
And comes the twinkling eye.
LAST LINES
I am off to the house of the Wind today,
And I will not pause or listen to all you may say.
For I know that I love and care not that I sin—
I am mistress tonight of the turbulent Wind!
Plucking Ears of Corn
(Continued from page three)
She set her lipas as she remembered a flattering English poem whom she had guided to town the summer before. He had told her that she had a letter from her brother, whom he corn." That would be just what she would be doing, she thought bitterly, that is, if the crop did not fail. The two peasants passed by on their way to work. She told them that they were taking earnestly. There could well imagine what they were saying—that she really didn't care. Die
and of the two neighbors calling her hard, bitter. What would everyone think of her now? People had always said she did not appreciate Ivan. The plow struck a rock which she kicked aside, glancing at her bare feet and murmuring, "The women in town wear shoes."
Topsy-Turvy
(Continued: from page two)
idea of Mrs. Stone saying, 'The grass withereth—
The flower fadeth.'
"Honey, wut if I wife, Stowe had beat cha? Wut if you had had Cassie's place in the book? Reckon you wouldn't be feelin' so pert! Aint it funny? Heath you wouldn't be diehin' to die! heath is you, a-prayin' to really live."
"Before I die, Topsy, I want to throw a book at Upcle Tom, and hit him when he says,
I see a band of spirits bright,
that taste the glories there;
They all are robed in spotted white,
and concurring unto them bear's.
I want to curse like old Simon Legrete. I want to live,in song,as Sambo, and Qimbo,do.*
live in song, as Sambo and Quimbo do.” “Hush, Ev, der's ole Tom peerin” in de window. He says Miss 'Phelia' yellin’ her head off ‘fo me’. Ah reckon ah bettah go. Heah, you gits ready to die. Mrs. Stowe promises to have us do the death of his father. He will bach and weep when ah'm supposed to bewee. Bye, Ev, Now, Ev, don't you git in no mischief while eh'm gone."
"All right, Topsy, and remember—'The Lord loves you and wants you to be good'."
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