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SUNDAY, APRIL 29, 1928
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Oldest Kansas Editor Veteran of Civil War;Has Published Recorder 53 and a Half Years
A newspaper man for all and half years and the oldest Kansas editor is the record held by MaJ, M. M. Beck of the Hutchison Recorder.
Although he has never learned to run a typwriter and never set a type in his life, Major Beck has weekly news for these many years.
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He is 89 years old and in November will celebrate his nineteenth birthday, which will be on the weekend. Major never misses a week from two to three columns each week for his paper. Neither does he miss a daily routine and afternoon trip to the office.
Horia Alger missed an excellent opportunity of writing another story. From Portsmouth, over which Major Frank Be travelled. When he first came to Holton he was made postmaster. At that time the town paper "The Times" referred to him as the Frank Root. After the Major had served a year at his position Frank Root became postmaster. Major Beck found a man who was willing to start into the publishing game with him and the two went back to Holton to start work on the first Recorder. The result was published on March 2, 1875. After the first six editions had been printed, with the result of over half of the editions being sold, it moved over to the Recorder, Frank Root asked Major Root if he wanted to buy him out. Deciding it would be better to run him out, the Major purchased the Express, Frank Root's paper, and his life-work began. His was opinion to me to the Recorder's outcome to make the Express purchase.
The Civil War brought note to Major Beck; his first published news being some letters he had written to his parents while in the service. The two letters, written with these letters which described the battle tides and the general army life.
"But after I bought Frank Root's paper, he went to Topeka and the elected me post master again, served in that office for 13 years, was a captain of the army, soldier in the Civil War. He tells the story of his enlistment in this man
The around Sigma Phi Epialan formal spring party was held Friday night at the country club. Spring decorations were used, and Hughes-Porter of Kansas City, formerly Chippewa, characterized. Chaperees were Mrs. Clara B. Loonndress, Mrs. C, Woff, and Mrs. W, L. Haley. The party was a 1 oclock affair.
Kappa Eta Kappa fraternity gave an informal party last night at their house. The Welch-Simmons orchestra furnished the music for the dance.
Decorations in lavender and gold were used in stars and spring flowers. The chaperones were Dr. and Mrs H, P. Cady, and Mrs. Blanche Bichs.
Miss Violet Knapp, St. Joseph, was the only out-of-town guest.
An informal 1.o'clock party was held last night at Watkins hall and the evening was spent in dancing and playing bridge.
Decorations were carried out in spring colors, and flowers.
Chaperones were: Mrs. R, C. M-,
Morrow, Mrs. Watkins, Mrs. W, H. G-
ardine, Mrs. Meador, Mrs. Wilmot,
and Dean Elizabeth Megnau.
Marian Riley, Olathe, an out of town guest, was present.
Chaperones were, Mrs. Flora McCurdy, Mrs. P. W. Wilson, Mrs. F. N. Murray, Mrs. M. S. Russell and Mrs. George O. Foster, Mrs. Roymond, Mrs. Latham of Chantecaille, Mrs. John Latham of Chantecaille.
The formal party given last night at Corbin hall was spent in dancing Spring flowers decorated the house, Refreshments were served between 11 and 12 o'clock. Ted Behrens was joined for dance by the chaperones were; Dean Elizabeth Megnaig, Miss Albera Corbin, Mrs Jody and Mrs. Carle.
Decorations for the affair carried out the idea of a caring garden.
The Chi Omega sorority gave a spring formal last night at their house. It was a 14 cell party, with the orchestra furnished music for danciny.
Out-of-town guests were seen. Marianne Lillian Bushman, Topeka; Eleanor Davis, Council Graver; Josephine Lane, City Mo.; Edna Elderbaum, Salton.
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nter, "My father wanted to send me to college, but he could not afford to do so and told me that I would have to earn my way through. I got a job at the pharmacy in Chicago for 10 years. I had saved up between $400 and $500 but about that time the war broke out and instead of going to college I went to war. And college was not an experience in that war for any college education offered then or now."
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In the service he was at first a private in the infantry. During the last sixteen months he was made captain of the battleship, and during that time he made a prisoner, not ever driven from any position during his four years of army life.
As he related his lifetime experiences, Major Beck sat back in his comfortable chair, smoking a cigaret which he held in one of the most
Trowbridge Addresses Fine Arts Convocation Next Tuesday Morning
Museum Dedication Ceremony
Will Pe at 2:30 in
Thayer Museum
Alexander Ruell Trowbridge, director of the American Federation of Teachers, founded the Normal School of Fine Arts conference which is being held in connection with the 50th anniversary of the dedication of the Spencer-Thuer museum; Tuesday morning at 10 in the new Auditorium. Mr. Trowbridge grew up in green architecture from Cornell University in 1890 and was Dean and Director of that institution from 1897 to 1902.
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Special music by the School of Fine Arts will be given in the conventation. The dedication ceremony of the Spencer Thayer museum will take place on Thursday.
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Her smelt !!
It did more damage to a man's heart than a blow does to a chank of ice. And how!
This is the time of year when you want to put on the old sweater and knickers and go for a hike.
Sweater Weather—
Better look over the wardrobe and get out your sport clothes and have us clean them now.
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The Gift
By Isabel Bandy
Lawrence, Kansas. April 29.1928
When at last she returned to the long stone stair, which led to her father's house, the day was dawning; they were wore to thurds; they were cut where the stone was on her feet in her flight. The once celestial bridal gar-
Tenderly she slipped the head of the aged one from her hip, and left the face of the old woman.
The red candles flickered under their burden as they shed their pale light upon the prostate Iphite. It opened because the wind flirted outside, and the filckers roared on terms on the floor of the room. It gleamed as diamonds gleam; and it took up the radiance made by the clean clothes which were strewn about. It made them stand.
"Japaper!" she哭泣, "The Great One you must be. Someone is the maker of this universe. Grant this time a little of faith. Help me to be bracer, to be bracer, to be bracer, forgive, forgive, but if she has been right, bless."
the shining white jeweled garments look like shining temptresses.
Ipibigenia made a slight stir upon the couch. The necklace, a bridal gift from her mother, cut her throat and she unclasped it, letting it drop dearly to the flowers, and Ipibigenia regained her soul she she was not to be the bride of Achilles, but the bride of Death. She was to be sacrificed at daybreak.
The primitive instinct to flee filled her mind. She arose and dressed in one of her simplest wedding garments. She stepped out and wandered, tighter than usual in her efforts forwards she fled from the tempting room to the balycon beyond. She stood in the darkness and looked far out over the city, where the sun was setting on her in the darkness, and these sudden shouts made the silences seem more accusing. She smiled grimly in the dark, seemingly expected a calm wind, and they secreted a select girl to be given for a breeze.
She bent her hands upon the cold hard stone ledge. Presently she fled down the long flight of stone steps which led to her cave, in the shadow, running. She sped along in the shadow, running and slipping cautiously in and out, as if the few people in the streets, at such a late hour, might recognize a fleeing sacrifice. The cold wind blew her hair from her face, but she careened and went into the corridors, but she hurried on and on, until she was at the outskirts of the city vast.
But she was not alone. Another had sought the same refuge. A gown and woman with a face that might have told the sufferers of the world, was also a woman with a face which
"You are ill!" cried Iphigenia
The girl looked at the Star again. What was there so unauve in a star that an old woman could so lonely they must be something there so she could still be long time. She was calmer now than at the time of her swift flight. The bond of the woman, pillowed and flat, was cold and stiff, but ibhenga was unaware.
"No," said the girl, "I. too, am of the dying. I am to be sacrificed at daybreak."
"I am dying!" spoke the aged one. "You do not
touch me, you were scorned in her voice." "This is
the plan for the day."
The aged one made an attempt to smile. "Pray then to Jupiter for help. It will not come. Renounce me. Say what I must, I prayed to your gods when I was a child, I prayed as a bride. They brought me nothing but hardship and sorrow. Now that I am dying I shall at least be brave enough to ask the god, girl, is there the star?" *Ibigenia looked from the old of the woman to the dome of the heaven above.*
"Yes," she said. The form of the old woman re-
ceived a slight, a slight, her face softened and
she lay back in the chair.
But neither breath of morn when she ascends,
With chords of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
er's.
Not grateful evening mild, not silent night.
With this her solen bed, not walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight, without the isep is sweet.
Not grateful evening mild, not silent night
No.168
By Enlab Lindmer
—Milton.
O For a Field of Clover
O for a field of clover under the sky,
And the wind on my throat as cool as green wine,
And an old road leading out to the purple hills,
Where the gray mists shine.
O for the feel of sweet, clean rain on the air,
And clover whipped to a sundaing foam spray,
And the hurrying, seurying clouds that race and
Through the high blue day.
And an old glad madness whirting in my veils A song on my lips—and a strange wild ecstacy That only the hearts of the very young may know Lifting up in me.
O for a field of clover under the sky,
And the rain on my face down many a windy mile.
And an old road—calling one who has been away
Such a long, long white.
You Never Can Tell
—Grace Noll Crowell.
She was a small, white-haired woman with a gentle face. One would have guessed her place to an old-fashioned fireplace knitting a pair of clothes behind the child. Her plain black clothes beepoak aristocracy.
As the crowded street car stopped, she stepped up in a most leisurely and regular manner.
"Step lively, please," the impatient conductor called to her.
Her face broke into a disgusted frown. "Say, you're not addressing my voice," Donna chka know "course addressing a lady?"
Report on Man By Roma Funk
The most interesting results of my observation concern the life and habits of a practically harmless bioped of a high order of development, called the human being, or Man.
He may be found almost any place on the solid surface of the planet Earth, living in communities called towns, which are made up of buildings of various sizes, shapes and colors.
This biological phenomenon, Man, when fully developed, is from five to six feet tall. He is of a light tan color, although specimens are red, black or yellow. All the cages wear clothing which fits the body closely. His chief purpose, as nearly as I can ascertain, is to afford numerous pockets in which I have found paper, cards, stickers, bottles, small squares of cloth, mirrors, and coloring material, and small boxes containing a chalky white substance used to smear over the nose of the owner of the pocket, and round pieces of metal of great importance, the item is not common, however; but all the boxes found regularly in the pockets of both the male and the female of the species.
Man can walk about unaided on the two cylindrical appendages known as legs, but he seldom does so. Instead he rides in a large tin box set on four wheels. This convexity emits various peculiar shapes. Man sets himself in it, and under one more circumstances, continues to do so until he gets out again.
The development of the adult Man may be divided into two stages. During the preliminary stage, he may be found carrying around uniformly sheathes of paper covered with colored bindings, called books. On both sides of each sheet lie sheets or books, are small rows of black figures that are closely spaced. Occasionally, Man opens a book and holds it in front of his nose for several minutes at a time.
During the second stage Man leaves knees to it at night, to go upstairs.
mate small rectangular pieces of green paper which he obtained during the day from other men. As soon as the student is from my superficial subjective treatment, the first stage is a preparation for the second which is ultimate.
Man is a gentle, harmless complex organism, who goes about his business quietly. Only under severe provocation does he become violent, and even at times dangerous, because his anger only causes him to be selfy by kicking such solid objects as happen to be near him, (2) to jump up and down on the floor and thrash his arms about, (3) to show his teeth and move with meanings I have not as yet discovered. In very many cases Angered Man may attempt to strike another, but he usually is rerained by other more peaceful bystanders.
There are occasions, however, when Man's normal behavior undergoes a radical change. Such circumstances preceded by Man's taking into his system a potato on the stove in the trainers in the pocket of the clothing. Immediately after inhibiting the fluid, Man coughs violently, but this stage soon passes; then he begins to walk in a room with a large number of making physical contact with stationary objects. He sounds loudly, laughes and shouts, at this stage.
Usually the condition is followed by a still more violent one in which he is extremely desirous of physical combat. About one hour later, he slumps on a chair, or lies down, allowing small globules of salty water to trickle from his eyes while he kneels. When he passes into a state of unconsciousness which will take several hours. When he again begins to move about, he encounters deines of his previous condition are a red nose and red eyes, and a tendency to grumble in a deep voice, and to hold his head in his hands.
Like Dian's kiss, unasked unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought.
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