SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1928
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
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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 George O. Foster concerning the distribution of the 4,095 students who are now attending the University of Georgia, and the 287 residents. In regard to counties, Douglas county sends the largest debtation of students; a total of 717,500 students, less than one-fourth the list, each send one
From the other states there is a
many different city in Kentucky,
the harshest win of 1948, while Kentucky,
Montana, Michigan, Mississippi,
Virginia, and Wisconsin are represented.
Nine foreign countries have 44 students attending the University of Hawaii, and three with In-Other foreign hands represented are Hawai'i, India, Japan, Mexico, Burma, Colombia.
Kansas Counties
Allen 22
Anderson 36
Ackhison 12
Barter 15
Barton 22
Bourson 21
Brown 21
Police 37
Chase 37
Chinduquan 6
Cherokee 38
Cheyenne 6
Chelf 10
Clay 20
Cloud 29
Coffey 22
Conwayche 52
Coyley 36
Crawlwind 55
Decatur 5
Dickinson 58
Doniphan 17
Douglas 717
Edwards 88
Elk 8
Elfs 8
Ellsworth 18
Finney 10
Ford 28
Franklin 42
Gray 14
Sove 7
Graham 6
Gray 5
Greebly 1
Greenwood 21
Haminton 4
Harper 15
Harvey 19
Hadwell 2
Hodgeman 6
Jackson 20
Jefferson 37
Jewell 25
Johnson 70
Kearney 2
Kingman 23
Know 9
Lattuce 9
Lane 3
Lenvenworth 118
Lincoln 12
Lion 12
Lyon 45
Marion 27
Marshall 22
McPherson 26
Madee 26
Miami 36
Mitchell 17
Montgomery 78
Morrie 114
Morton 10
Nemaha 18
Neosho 25
News 9
O gauge 26
Ottawa 13
Pawnee 24
Phillips 22
Potwatatomie 22
Ohnure 19
Pratt 27
Rawlins 7
Reno 65
Republic 29
Rice 28
Riley 22
Rooks 5
Rush 7
Rassell 22
Saline 31
Scott 12
Sedgwick 142
Swertar 14
Shawnnee 142
Sheidan 5
Sherman 8
Smith 21
Sford 19
Stanton 2
Stevens 2
Summer 53
Thomna 8
Trege 7
Wabaunsee 19
Wallace 1
Washington 10
Wichita 2
Willson 23
Woodson 22
Wayandotte 229
Wayendotte 229
Other States
Arkansas
Arizona
California
Colorado
Florida
Idaho
Illinois
Iowa
Kentucky
Louisiana
Massachusetts
"Christmas Is Just Around Corner," Says R. C. Abrahams, Postmaster, So "Mail Your Packages Early"
"Christmas is just around the corner," says R. C. Abbott, postmaster of the University station. "My mail you receive has been delivered to the Postmaster General has been urging early mailing in the Postal Buddy and敢直 from Washington, D. C."
keep your, it will come on Tuesday and nine hours to be regular daytime holiday. You can cancel after the Christmas holiday, it is not deemed necessary any Christmas holiday.
"Christmas with its whirling snow, crimson holly, gray decorations and a twinkle in the eye. In a time of joy and glimmers, and much of this festive spirit is due to
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ner, associate professor of zoology (on leave); Frank W. Blackman, professor of sociology; Albert Blach, pro fessor of sociology; Bernard S. Bischof, pro fessor G. Brand, Dean of the College Wm. L. Burick, professor of law; Hamilton P. Cady, professor of chemistry; Frank B. Dunn, professor of sociology; Francis R. Hoefer, English; Kelseid Erligo, associate professor of sociology; L. N. Flint, professor of journalism; L. D. Haven, professor of history (on leave); E. H. Holmland, professor of philosophy; H. F. Hollczlaw, economics (on leave); E. M. Winokur, M. Holdnock, professor of ecology; J. Hooder, professor of history (on leave); E. H. Holmland, professor of philosophy; H. F. Hollczlaw, economics (on leave); E. M. Winokur, M. Holdnock, professor of ecology; J. Hooder, professor of economics; R. E. Eering; F. S. KeKter, professor of sociology; F. S. KeKter, professor of gineering; Frederick E. Kester, professor of physics and astronomy; B. H. Lane, professor of geology; James Naismith, professor of physical calorimetry; E. F. O'Brien, director
Catahn, Sicily, Nov. 10—(UP)—The advancing air stream from Mount Elma reached the railroad bridge a marshall at 2 m, today, increasing speed and volume as fresh air was added to the destructive torrent.
Stream Is Increasing in Size and Volume Hourly
Alrendy the eruptions from this
The advanced stream is now made up of two of the currents which have a single unit, carrying de-drain instruction in each hour. We observe hours today this main stream advanced 10 feet after having increased the speed and speed hourly during the night.
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great mountain of far lava caused damage estimated at upwards of 10 can per square mile. It could be increased if the vile stream of lava continues to pour down on the ground.
Lava Eruption Continues
Only two persons have been killed because the great crater warmer before it unhit its fierce strata had become exposed, and were forced to evacuate their homes in the peaceful little villages which are at the bottom of the mountain side.
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Death Comes to Grandpa
by Sara Lee Karr
Grandpa Goatley passed away in the cast bedroom. At exactly eight minutes till seven he had ralled to tell Mrs. Grosbeck, the town nurse, not to allow old Rebel Johnson to attend his funeral, and had then crossed his hands on his bloom, looked at the ceiling, and breathed his last. Just at duk, Mr. Mackey slipped across and told Mother. Tom and I followed bee in from the yard and listened.
Mother and Mrs. Weekley were very sad, and Tom and I were quiet. That night we did not dash out under the street light, cracking bugs, and hip-hipping shadows. We sat on our own front porch, fascinated by the light across the street in the east bedroom. Dark figures passed between us and the light, or stood in little groups in the yard. When they were very dark and all except those who were to "set up" a window, they pull in tightly around us, and when Tom asked how spirits got out of a bedroom, his voice sounded so strange that we got up and slipped in to the light and Mother.
The next morning none of the children came over to play. All of them sat on their own steps and locked across the street. On the door was a wreath whose lavender, streamers were twisting in the wind, and past it went Mrs. Sharp, going in bare-headed, with two pies, and Mrs. Sibley, with a headband, with two pies, and Mrs. Ogrood, running across with a black hat and Mrs. Chicken, chicken and noodles. While Tom I and Weil were eating the honey pieces, Mrs. Shuff came to the back door to raise money for the community bouncer.
Mother said that just for that she'd put in two cookies, although generally people put in dimes and coins.
They were having the funeral the next afternoon at two. Tom and I sat in the back yard on the dog house so that we could see all that went on at the Methodist church. The janitor's wife opened it early to air, then swept and dusted, and came over for some asparagus fern to twine around the mourner's bench so it wouldn't look naked, and to mark the rows reserved for the mourners.
"Do you know, Mattie," she said to our mother,
"that none of those Presbyterians will give a cent
to this bouquet because the funeral is to be in our
church?"
At one o'clock we started toward the church so that we could get a good seat near the front, where we could see well, with me on one side of mother in the back and the other side of mother in many there already, but we got a good seat, where Tom and I could see without standing up all the time. The men still stood outside, and the Presbytery in their cars. They would not come in to our room and drive to the cemetery in the funeral procession.
Everything was so quiet that you could hear the folks next to you breathe. There was a soft noise at the door, and then Mary Doble began to play, Nearer My God to Thee," on the League's piano. Nearer my God came down the left side, with his hands in her hair, and she came the large, dark casket carried by the eight pall bearers. Mrs. Sibley leaned over to whisper to mother that the pall-bearers were his grandsons from Western Kansas. Right behind the casket came Oliver Dopps with the flowers. Oliver Dopps like carrying the flowers in handy things in the church, like carrying the flowers in a basket, the windows or getting a pitcher of drinking water for Brother Godby. Next in the procession came the mourners, meek looking men with black crap bands around their left coat sleeves, and sad ladies with black crap veils. All of the ladies were crying when they heard the women they walked with. When all the people in the church began they began to cry, and I cried along with Mother.
When all were seated and had waited a little bit, until you could have heard a pin drop, Brother Godby stood up at the altar and read about the Resurrection and the Light, the male quartette stood by the piano and sang, "Sage to Face With Christ My Savior;" and then Brother Godby read the obituary, that the mourners cried a lot, and everybody else knew who the Boys played again for the quartette to sing. "Aidhne before Brother Godby preached the sermon. Nobody had liked Grandpa Godley very much, because he had been a wicked old man, but Brother Godby preached lovely things about him, and all the women
Joke of the Month Club
"As Benjamin Franklin said, 'United we stand,
divided we fail.'"
Political statement of a student: "Largely due to what I have learned I can justify myself in being
"To quote the words of a great orator, 'As sounding brass and tinkling cymbals.'"
"We must sow the king of seek we expect to reap." (Student rhetoric paper.)
--cried so that it seemed restful when the quartette sang again, and the undertaker came forward.
Howlers from the Hill:
And the same thing applies to hitting the typewriter keys.
Identification of *Charoen*: "The fairy bantam who rowed soles across the river of sticks."
George Washington was greatly handicapped because he could not tell a lie.
After being totally annihilated, Acreas and a few of his followers go to Thrace.
Being a week-and-party, she packed her suit-case and left on Friday.
EUREA SA TURISMO
Where go the brave who, flying, dare the sea, Put forth into immensities of space. In fear, perhaps, out proud, and glad to face The deep unknown, the gray infinity?
What meet the brave who, flying, go to see
the fabled remnants of a stranger race,
Swoop over the vast Northland, lonely place,
And peer into the whiteness, wonderingly?
They have not yet come back to us, these brave,
Perhaps the place they found denied them breath;
Perhaps they met that spectre, gray, gaud death.
They have not yet come back to us, these brave.
But mayaph they found lands with quiet streams;
But mayaph they found lands where there were
Franz Scott
A man of letters is not necessarily a K man
Oliver Dopps helped him open the casket and signal for the different rows to pass by and look. Tom and I followed Mother around and on outdoors, where we lined up with the others along the walk to see the casket carried out and the mourners following.
"I never saw him look so well," Mother told her. "I was Miss, Bromberob." "Such a peaceful look—like her."
"Didn't be look natural?" Mrs. Weeks asked Mother in a low voice.
"That carnation in his button hole—" whispered M. Carley. But here the casket canse; so she had to
carry it.
"Who will ride with me?" asked Mrs. Logan.
"I think Mattie should go. They have no car, and she'd enjoy the boat so," said Mrs. Benbrooke.
Of course, Tom and I got to go, too.
Just as we were leaving the cemetery, going out through the little iron gate after the mourners had left, I noticed a woman with
"Sakes alive!" Mother's face turned red. Mrs. Logan was mad too. She asked Mrs. Shaff to ride home with us so that they could all sit in the front seat and talk.
The pall-bearers turned square corners, and put the casket in the hearte. Everyone began to get in.
"Do you know, Mattie," she said, "that Presty-teriana had one of their cards on our community board."
"Tom." I leaned over a long way to talk to him; we were in the back seat alone. "I hate those Presbyterian; they've made such an ugly ending to a lovely afternoon."
"Oh, no." Tom answered, "the most fun we've had this afternoon is riding in this car. And sis, did you notice back there that Mrs. Logan forgot to take the short-cut home?"
Topsy-Turvy by John Hatt
"What makes you so bed, Tepoy? Why don't you try and be good?"
Don't you love anybody, Topsy? "
"Danao sothin 'bout love; I love candy and
stuff, that all's" said Toppy.
"Rat Tayton, if you'd only try to be good you might-"
"Couldn't never be mitha!" but a winger, if I was ever so good. . . Sad Mophela, she can't bear me "cause I'm a nigger. She'd as soon as have a touchon tuck. There can't nobody love niggers, and niggers can't do mitha!" I don't care," told Toupy, beginning to whistle.
O Topy, poor child, I love you!" said Eaw, with a wild burst of feeling. "...I love you! I will be very careful, and it really grieves me, to have you be so naughty, I wish you would try to be good, for my mike—it's only a little while I shall with
—Uclee Tom's Cabin
"Laws, Eva, come down off yo' pedestal. Ab'm so tar'd of hearing you be saiyin. Now, while we are in Mistish St. Clare's reading room, what nobody can see us, sus 'les be ms unne again. Ah want to be nat': Ab'm ahm'd of havin' a ray of real belief, a ray of hearty love, penetrating the darkness of ma soul."
"Thank old Mary, Topsy, we are alone again, and can be ourselves. I am tired of being a saint. Why don't Mrs. Stowe let me go out in the back-yard, and play 'Wild Injun'? For one time before she has me die, I wish I could come into Daddy's study with my dress form, my hair all tangled, and ugly. I have mud all over me; on my feet, from walking down the floor on my hands from making and throwing mud-cakes at police heriography, and on my face and in my hair from having mud thrown at me."
"Even, with all ma wickedness, agh gets a heap more from life. Ah gets to play and run, and tell fibs, and get wupped. Evie, do you know how come ah buries mama head when you're telling me Jesus loves me? Ah has to, case, Ev, when ah hears you say, "Topy, try to be good-" Jesus loves you and will take care of you, and ah knows you is thinkin' "Mrs., once let me go down to the backquarters and play again." Evie, ah wants to cry. Then ah cries, and Mrs.,Ah wishes her powerful pen makes me weep. Ah wish de good Lawd would send a 'fiction on her hand, so us's could have a rest."
"Topy, I am glad that you don't take my speeches seriously. I don't want to be good. If you didn't teach Mei Oppella, my life would be unlivable, but I did." Uncle of 'Uncle Tom' Cabin; as far as it is written """
"Jes' to tell you de truf, Mis' Eva, ah would be the happies' person in the world if she shouldn't sell a single copy. Everyone in the book from Mr. Leegree to little Harry, should be stated in their way of life again, if they expects to have a very good time."
"No, Topsy, that isn't what I mean. We don't care whether we characters have a good time, but they just want to be fun."
a good time, but
to care whether the public is sold a good story"
"But, honey, the public will lak di book. Deyll when dey sees of Tom took and sol' dow de law in vivo! Mark George, Foklslak to heath 'bout hus falki哄 and sows come also', and sass Mia Ophelia, disylleng slak and say, 'Ain' she cute? But, Ev, when you come also,' nobody be seen 'cep you. Wonn't nobody be heard teep you. Mrs. Stone said, 'Has there ever been a child like Eva?' Yes, there has been; but their names are always on grave-stones and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, their singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of life, they want de way de pore public laks to heath folks talk. It jes' deserves hearts, and dey pull man' handkerchiefs from der bosons, and let der tears roll."
"Topsy, I hate 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.' It is the deadliest piece of work that I have ever rehearsed. Every single person in the book is over-drawn, and the plot wears us out, the way it jumps from New Orleans to Canada. I suppose that we can't help play our parts, but I will be glad when I die. The
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