SUNDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1923
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
PAGE FIVE
Gabrilowitsch to Entertain Music Lovers Next Week
Famous Pianist, Son-in-Law of Mark Twain, to Appear in Next Concert Attraction
When Osip Gabrolowitzch, world famous pianist appears here under the auspices of the University Conductors Association, will conduct 1, at 8:20 in the auditorium, music lovers will have the privilege of hearing the man who is both distinguished in conductor of the Detroit Symphony orchestra and as a painter, composer, and lecturer.
Mr. Gabelowitsch was born in Petersburg, Russia, in 1878, and decided at the age of nine, to dev his career to music, when Art Wiens gave him a natural musician. In 1890 Gabeowitsch gave his first public recit appearing in the principal cities Europe. He came to America 1900, establishing himself so far that he would be every second year until 1914, we he decided to make the United States his home. He has been an Ame can citizen for a number of years in 1909 he married Clara Cleome of Samuel L. Cleme (Mark Twain) and herself a sine of a song
The School of Fine Arts chose him for the concert course and is now him the highest fee ever paid a pianist to appear at the University, cording to Dean Donald M. Sward out, of the School of Fine Arts. Gauwloesch has given few private recitals in the past few year but he is on a leave of absence at it until next spring to have him as the second number on our University Concert Course said Dren Swainorth.
Criminology Professor Meets Strange Deat
- A reduced price on the remaini concert course tickets is being offered to students. They may be secrea only at the Fine Arts office.
Portland, Ore., Oct. 27—(UPC)
Dr. Albert Schröder, Professor
criminology at University of Californi,
dean of the North Pacific Coast,
the most widely known criminologist
in the country, was found dead in
mysterious circumstances here toda-
 Doctor Schröder's body was four-
standing and learning against the
this morning by a oil truck driver.
Woman Can't Stop Car;
Drives Till Out of Ga
St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 27—St. Louis police told today of finding a woma in an automobile on a sidewalk we explained:
"I don't know how to drive. started of its own accord and I been driving around the city all night waiting for it to run out of gas, in a City Hospital, suffering from numerous cuts and abrasions, who explained the same car started up late night at 10:30 when he attempted trunk with the woman alone in the driver's seat.
Davis added he fell off the ca after clinging to the crank, the for dor and the radiator cap.
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Carnegie Medal: to Kansas, Man
October, Oct. 27—(UP) The people have fund commission has
retired 12 medals posthumously upon persons who lost their lives while
winning a prize of heroism.
Among the honored 12 was Forest,
W. Logist of Philadelphia, Kan.
Miss Viola Eugosteg of Wichita
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or the work end.
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN October 28. 1928
UNIVERSITATIS (Continued from page 1)
Bare! We could not forebear to ask.
"Teddy bears or less," a favorite boarding house
V
Freshmen
Robbs
Cap
Ribbons
Paddle
The wall of tradition
The wall of tradition
V1
Sleepiness higher levels off the shelf
Ferrands while studies wait.
Broadened as countries, impoved
Appearance Wonderful well ok. Lifetime friends,
Work brain work
Make Jack want parties*
Universities have fraternities.
Be it cigarettes or pipes
Be it cigars, snuff or smokes
It gives housemothers the grips.
VII
VIII
Campus politics
Traffic cops
Sandwiches
Officials
Bowlegs, knock-kneees
Knickers
Committees
Can't get along with 'em or with out 'em.
Rules and regulations
Flunks and consultations
Deans of schools, Heads of departments,
Brains has made them, brains and pull,
pull.
"The committee will consider your petition
At the next meeting."
X
Date rules are made to break
Kisses are made to take
Door knobs made to shake
Knees are made to quibble
"Get your hands on that carrier whet"
Knees go back quite before
The Dean of Women before?
XI
Pocantin at the pump
Spent four hours pumping water to
Revive the Mr. Smith who
couldn't believe were known"
New days the facts of history
Are better known by us,
Then they wuz by them old timers
Who was right there in the fax.
Columbus didn't even get along with his sailors
XII
The noon whistle
The noon whistle
Clouds of steam
Yes, F names is quite a name to call the campus
she's
"And this is college," thought Bob Haddock, one of the weariest of the waiters, as he sank down on a stool in the kitchen and lay back against the wall with closed eyes. His head驶了 his eyes burned;
"Damned, clever these Chinese."
"But you're so original.
Why couldn't I be like that?"
"Sh! Can it! That stuff's pass at the table."
XIII
Caps and gowns and rolls
of sheep-hide
A long procession down the hill.
(If it does, rain.)
"His whole family was there to see him graduate."
A skeptical "would you see if the animal did 'Oblivion', satisfies his appetite. Or does another product of evolutionary Education survive?
The Chocolate shop was hot and crowded. The booths were filled with effusive girls, carefully exuding life and galeety, and supercilious young men like Terry Fox. The boys were thick with cigarette smoke and the penetrating odor of cooking food, while a spamidecimal spitting of a cheap radio added to the confusion. The gray young girls and the supercilious young men called loudly "fire," fired, perspiring waiters scurried breathlessly about.
An Intimate Glimpse at the Seamy Side
XIV
MARY
She dreamed of life as a fruiting thing
Gold filigree or a butterfly's wing,
Mati blown softness of valley skies
Noteization of dreaming eyes.
was in the air one afternoon
he lay on burgon on a hill
circulated the little town; the rune
bling beet from far-off sheep was still
the world so quiet, waiting
the sweet moment, close at hand, to come
and the role of strife and blood and hating,
nothing rumet and the throbbing drum—
I too had become a wounding thing.
Cutting her heart with its terrible sting;
Where was Jesus, and why did pain
Clutch at her aching heart again?
Cool and dream of sorrow; in her eyes
The world great world was lost; golden years
Most terrified to be here, the kindly skies
Damned with the happiness of sudden tears
Both above the sea, the cold winds toes
A lone tree that snow will be a cross.
Jesus had grown to manhood. In these ye Mary knew love that only children bring; The little hurt, the plumbing of the tears, And in that face, the glory of a King. She was a moral mother; pride she knew, And joy, and sorrow, and the endless sweep Of sacrificing love, enduring through Even the days when all hope lay asleep.
Oh! she knew happiness when pilgrims told How goodness followed Christ across the land, Bringing the world into His peaceful fold With love His strength, and kindness His com-
But often in the night, when hearts stand still,
she save a caron upon a starlit hill . . .
Love is a thing of God's commands
Broken body and bleeding hands!
Mann must give for his follower...
She lay on the hill again. The night
Was silent with her servant. No more tears
No lailliness, no lumniers all the light
Of twisting wounds hurt her. Why the years
of striving for a master's goodness when at last
the truth of it was revealed?
Of siding like life. The happy days were past
And He was gone, and would not come again.
But suddenly against the night unending Was the great comfort that His life had brought To all the earth. And sorrow was nothing Before the peace that His great soul had wrought. And lovely was the night, and warm the stone As she turned from the hill, alone, yet not alone.
-Ralph Wallace
-Rhadamanthi
(This poem used for second prize in the William Herb Cerritt Paintry Prize contest for 1928).
Didn't the catalogue say friends, congenial ones,
annuities, social life, interesting studies, and a fair amount of work to help him pay his way through school?
College! For nine long months and part of the summer he had labored strentely, and what had it profited him?
his tongue was perched and felt thick, yet he was
time to stop in the room to the water cooler.
And what he found, when he arrived from the small unsophisticated town world in which he lived? A bewildering array of required subjects, and almost constant fatigue work writing on tables.
Bob wanted just at this moment, most anything that was far removed from food, radios, screeching girls, and men sewing with collegiate profession. If college were like this all four years, no education. Bob knew he was sick of it, sick of prince, quizzes, cramming-eternal books and note-books. He had a notion to leave.
He had difficulty in preparing the orders, he spilled the material, in fact everything went wrong. When
"Walter," thundered the voice of the manager through the door of the kitchen. Bob jumped auto-
In one of the booths near the front of the shop were four fragile, beautifully dressed young bits of femininity, impatient frows on a white foreheads and uniformly scarlet lips curled distastefully at the table before them, laden with the debris of the last occupants lunchoon. Bob indifferently waited for the next sandwich, not too tickle; "Milk chocolate, thick," "Orange juice, unsweetened." "Milk chocolate, please."
The qualifying expressions were delivered with saturation glimpses but Hob was too tired to appreciate all the glimpses.
How a College Girl Shortens a Dress
by Jane Kerr
Have you ever get over a cold requiring you to your shirt, put on your best dresses, and feel covered that it was so short you have to wear the short that they which can be tucked in casually if it is a very warm and therefore warm. Such one is pretty deserves of wearing.
But in such a case the only thing you can do is
it. Powerfully you put on another shirt
to choose, and buy the dress code shirt
when you will have time to work on it.
In the course of *ripping out* the hem you'dcover two things—first, that a hem which measures three yards and six inches between the botom and the head of your sleeve; second, that there is no task quelle so unpleasant as ripping tiny stitches without a razor-blade. So you rise up and traverse the dormitory. Surely among as many there is one girl who has a sewing outfit which includes a razor cutout, not and you return, bunch out of sorts, to make size of an outside knife, which is a poor substitute.
But the hem will not pin itself up, your roommate is out, and you can think of numerous excellent reasons why you should not ask certain of the g ris about you, and those whom you do ask can think of numerous excellent reasons why they cannot aid you. Besides, you have neither tape line nor vartick tape.
At last you get the hem out and try on the dress. Then you make the astounding discovery that every pin you once possessed has gone—the way of all flesh, perhaps. A second tour of the halls results in a paper of them, for which you are almost effectively grateful.'
So you make a third Journey in search of these inappropriate ways, and return with the best avail-
able options.
Now it is obviously impossible to measure your own hem from the floor up, with a six inch ruler and a tape measure. You can measure yourself by standing against the table and placing pins around your waist just where the top touches you. Then you can measure downward from these pins and so achieve the desired result. You proceed
When you are ready to take the dress off, you find that you have pliened it securely to your other clothing in the most accessible places, and, naturally, scratch yourself severely in attempting to muck nutt
Time is flying and so is your patience. And you have still to make all your measurements, turn your bem, try on the dress, bake, see and press the skirt. Then put it in the oven and dry on three or four inches three yards and six inches in circumference.
Somewhat vengeful you think of the lady in the story book, who liked to sew so well that "she often ripped out a long seam, just for the sheer pleasure of sewing it again." You wish you had that woman here. You'd give her ample opportunity to have some "sheer pleasure."
When the dress is on for the fourth time (and this is once when looking in your mirror does not give you any satisfaction), you discover a new mathematical law; namely, that thirteen inches measured by one hand are twice as much as thirteen inches distributed diagonally. The skirt 'hikes up' about four inches on either side.
Angrily you pull off the dress and filing it across the room. Hot, tired and disgusted, you give vent to a vehement, "O. damn!" and, almost in tears, write on the table, sit down, and write, "Dear Mother."
I am sending you my orange wool dress. Will you please shorten it until it is seventeen inches from the floor on the girl across the street, and get it back as soon as you can, for I need it badly.
Jane."
he. finally returned he received glances that made his throat ache with an effort for self-control.
As he was about to set down the orange juice, one of the girls gave a sudden shriek. "Oh-ooo0 there is 'Al', I think he is simply adorable." She jumped up abruptly to catch a further glimpse of the orange juice. "Oh, no, it's a brush, and the orange juice was beautifully staining the silk clad shoulder of 'Al''s adoring friend.
In the bubbub which followed, Bob learned how easy it is for femininity to prevaricate, and how easy
As Bob shuffled toward his rooming house, his mind was already planning how he could earn enough to stick it on this summer, for he **b** *i* **a** already decided that education was worth that—yes and more.
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