SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1928
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
PAGE FIVE
Poetry's too hard to write, so let's turn to prose for the rest of this story.
"Freshie has the paper, I'll just read his," his idea ran. And freshie let him get away with it. Oh, how green was he!
Anyway, this freshman climbed the hill of knowledge. Naturally, a Kansan salesman saw him. And for once the freshman wasn't green. He ordered his paper right off the bat.
So now the freshman has his paper—but he can seldom find it. For the wily sophomore is first to get the copy and freshie does without.
Now, is that so smart on the freshman's part, we ask you?
But after this one streak of brilliance the freshman suffered a relapse. The fellow across the hall, one of those sophomores, (every freshman knows the type) heard the freshman give his order. And the sophomore had what he thought a bright idea.
No, freshie, it isn't. But all you have to do is beat the sophomore to the paper and within a day or so he'll have a copy of his own. And that greenness which now sets you off from your fellowmen will begin to disappear.
And in case the person who is reading this little story is an upperclassman, but still showing streaks of green, you can likewise change by telling the fellow across the hall to take a flying dive at the Kaw or get a paper of his own.