SUNDAY, MARCH 11, 1920
THE UNIVERSITY DALLY KANSAN
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Freshman Frolic Plans Under Way by Securing Band
Collegiate Yellow Jackets of Kansas City Picked by Managers of Party
The 10-piece Collegiate Yellow Jacket orchestra from Kansas City will be master of ceremonies of musical nature at the Freshman Follies-Varsity which will be held in F, A, U, Bull Friday, March 20. Such was the announcement by Mark O'Connell, c31, Kermit Ryno, c31, managers of the mousing after completing arrangements last night. Dick Hickerson, c25, has been appointed publicity director by the managers.
"The Collegiate Yellow Jackets have just completed their组装 at the ten room of the Hotel Baltimore, and we were fortunate to obtain tickets for them. The band is under the direction of Hurley Kaylee who directed the famous Missouri Quinn whom it was at when he played with the Pha-Men in 2008 and also at the Paintinion Grill of the Hotel Macbeth. The tango player with this band was formerly with the Pha-Men's piano player with Paul Whitmore.
The party is scheduled immediately after the mid-committee summons and just before the Entrance vaccination. The managers are convinced that the new vaccine will advantage of this party to celebrate. The party is being given more than a month later this year but it was not until the date last year was Feb. 25.
"To avoid a deficit, which has been so characteristic of the Freshman Profiles of the past three years, we have made special arrangements for our seniors, including the orchestra led O'Connell. The team combined with the senior Varsity in accordance with the limit combine class pairs and Varieties recently formed by Student Council. There will be no rehearsals without leaving night, and every offer must
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The final plans for the party, especially those concerning the orchid societies, will take two weeks on account of the difficulty of obtaining an engagement with the Colibago Yellow Jackets. This orchid society is based in Holliday recently on the Sienna Ci formal at the Country Club. Their performance at this function made them quite well known.
The party will be informal, according to the managers. Tickets will be on sale at the business office in central Administration building before the dance and at the door that event. The price will be the standard class $1,50 for stages or dates. Stages will be unimited in regard to numbers.
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And mellow and musical June
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We cater to the desires of the student body in our choice of foods for special Sunday evening dinners. If you desire a table reserved for that dinner date call us and we will be glad to save a table for your party.
Special Dinners—
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN for March 11. 1928
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As Ariel stood by the mountain, the silver silver of a moon rose farther over the poplar tree, and peeped wisely into the garden. Ariel chipped her hands again, for she was very young and had been a child. She stood in the moons, and stood almost in the wonder of the moon and the silvery light of the garden. She though of a silly, foolish little song, almost a thousand years old, surely that Nanny had used to sing to her before she grew up, and she hummed the song faintly to herself!
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And the Little Gods Whispered
The garden, faint silvered shades of pink and blue and lavender, lay like an old French picture in the moonlight. The stubby, unreal grass, covering it like some fairy-story carpet, ran in unbroken strips to the fountain in the center, and beyond it stretched like a continuous blanket over the hedge. The hedge was tall enough to reach from it from the ground, and just low enough that someone, if he (for of course it would have to be a be) were very ventureous, could swing over the wall from the low branch above it and light with a faint thud on the grass beneath. A special plot of grass under the tree seemed to be left there for whoever was sitting underneath it. You might find reward for his boldness (for sometimes gardens are empty, and sometimes princesses are shy and cold, and only a grass plot may assure a prince of a soft welcome). The bed of pinks was a mass of pinkish-lavender, with the red dots in the center of each flower scattered through it. The hydrangea bushes by the wall were faint blue and lilac, and the lacehorses' buttons were a deeper blue.
The carpet-like grass stopped in a rim about the stone foot of the fountain in the center of the garden. The fountain was white stone, yellow from too many years of moonlight, and in it the faint splash of water almost whispered in the silence. In the center of the fountain, rising on a stone out of the water, the tiny carved figure of a satyr sat motionlessly waiting for something, it knew not what.
The gate to the garden opened a crack for just a moment, then closed again. When it had locked, inside the wall there stood a lady of moonlight and silvery fire, a slender, shoulder-high slip of a lady with skirts of flowered taffeta, blended all the pinks and blue and lavenders of the garden, standing out in a substance of loveliness about her. Her hair, from a low knot at the back of her neck, framed her face, around the taffeta and her eyes, one would imagine (for comfort) she would she stood by the garden wall), were gray. And the lady's name, so the leaves of the poplar by the wall whispered, was Ariel.
A path from the fountain stretched between beds of blue larkspur to the garden wall, where, sheltered under a low-hanging tree branch, there stood a tiny white bench, banked by stones of moss-covered earth. At the other side of the garden, near the corner, a tiny green gate broke the line of the wall. It was so tiny, so green, so much a part of the rest of the wall and of the garden, that for a moment one alarer tree which stuck a pointed top on its hind the gate, a silver of a moon lung in the blackness of the sky. The moon was silver, and had two tiny thin horns capped in a semi-treeple.
And Ariel, for after all she was not a lady half as much as she was Ariel, clipped her hands as she saw the garden, and run in her flowered taffeta dress to the fountain. She stood at the fountain in the center. She stood by the fountain listening to the splashing of the water, and gently dipped her fingers in it for a moment. She saw the satyrs, and blow him a kiss with the tips of her fingers. She looked old friends. Ariel sometimes felt a little sorry for
the satey; saint up in stone in the center of a king's garden. For of course you know that his father was a king. He would have to be, you know, to make Ariel a princess.
hydrangea bushes threw their mass of bloom against the wall. Then there were two more notes, and a joyous, haunting little trill. Surely it was only the water and the light of the moon—no one could be there playing.
Ariel almost forgot the music, for it stopped as she said he hit it, and she was impatient. Francesco was all of three minutes late, and it was the second time that Francesco had been late this month. And Ariel was very much in love with Francesco, almost as much as Francesco was in love with her. The king had chosen Francesco above all Ariel's suitors, for the king always chose the things Ariel wanted him to choose, and Francesco and Ariel were to be married in a month in this very garden.
Saddely there was a low, clear whistle from behind the wall where one might swing over on the branch of the tree. Ariel turned and ran towards the grassy plot. The tree branch bent gracefully and Francesco dropped lightly to the ground. "A thousand pardons, ma clair," said Francese, "but mother, the Queen Bwascue, was faint and had run for her vinagette. You will forgive me?"
"Of course, Francesco, but this is the second time you have delayed this month, and this time you are fully four minutes late. Methinks you do not love her. She doesn't withdraw the tips of her fingers from his hand."
"But my dear, surely you cannot think that I would stay away from you from a single instant, when as it is I scarcely can leave you from one day to the next? And surely you would not have had the Queen Dowager faint! You see, I really had to run away and I was so afraid of her. The Queen Dowager's maid was flirting with a policeman underneath the window, and you know how these servants are."
"And when we are married, will you still have to run for the Queen Dowager's vinigrette, so that you will have no time to run for mine? But Fran-cezio, surely you know that I do not mean to you but rather tell me how much you love me, because I have heard you say anything about it since this afternoon."
Ariela raised her head from the prince's shoulder. Suddenly, from the hydrangea bushes, there came the same low note, clear, eerie, joyous-sad, and like a whimsical waterfall. And it was followed by the same haunted tunic:
The garden was still again except for the whispering of the fountain as the drops of water splashed in silver bubbles in the light. The moon from behind the poplar tree peeped down even more wisely on the little white bank bent by stones and moss. It shimmered with a delicate splashing of the water and the swish of the poplar leaves and the faint whispers from the little white bench.
"Baby, don't wait for the moon,
She has caught her white chin on the gorse,
and mellow and musical June.
Is bringing the cuckoo remorse—"
"Oh Francesco, listen!" she whispered. But Francesco had not heard, and the music stopped on the same hunting note. Beside her, down in the grass, she spotted a惊喜 of as some tiny creature tived of a king's presence.
could anything be lavender than a king's garden in moonlight, with a fountain holding a little cinnamon sticks?
Francesco was strangely cold, it seemed, and Ariel thought that she had never found him quite so uninteresting before. What could be the trouble? Perhaps he was still thinking of the Queen Dowager, who had been a lovely one, and was almost an heirloom in the family. Francesco was fond of heirlooms. She could almost hear him saying, "silver inlaid in ivory, in the workmanship of the period." Yes, he had said it; he was saying that the Queen Dowager was wearing present, Francesco seemed quite excited about it.
Ariel looked at him. Down in the grass she could hear the whispering of the tiny creature. "Francesco," she said, oh, so very softly, "you know, I think I do not love you anymore." She passed for a moment, and her face was downcast. "Yes, I am quite sure I do not love you anymore. And Francesco, you know, I believe I wish you would go home."
Francesco rose, and his face had lost all its smile. Almost, as he stood in the moonlight, he was more bald than he thought.
"Ma chirie," said Francesco very softly, as he bowed low and kissed Ariel's fingers, "ma charlie, ma charlie."
the mute gate in the wall closed softly after him. The moon peeped still more wisely from behind the poplar tree, and the leaves whispered softly. The garden, pink and blue and lavender as ever, lay in the garden where she kept her watch to maintain. She dipped her hands in the water and touched the satyr with them. Then she stood there, lost in wonder at the garden and the moonlight, waiting, listening for the piping note of the music. It came again, low, clear, joyous-sad, from the far side of the garden where the hydrangeas bumble threw their notes beneath the wall. Two more notes followed by the haunting little trill. And then the song, low and clear:
"Baby, don't wait for the moon,
The stairs of the sky are too steep,
And mellow and musical June.
Is waiting to kiss you to sleep."
Milton's Essays
A Tractate on Skirts Bu Milton
In this day of ascending fashions there is a great deal of throwing up of hands and lifting up of eyebrows in declaration of the immodest length (or lack of it) of the feminine skirt prevalent in present day fashions. Our girl are said to be losing their modesty; the inference being, I suppose, that modesty should not be lost or is a very rare thing to find.
Now I take the stand that clothes were not made for modesty in the first place but for decoration; and until our conception of modesty was evolved and acquired our ancestors really believed that she who was the least ornamented was the most demure, and the least adorned was the most framed on the growing custom among the young.
Marjorie Olmstead.
ladies of adorning themselves, obviously to attract the men, and deplored, the innumerable women.
The first object of decoration was the head. Elaborate coifttes were arranged and face painting became fashionable. The children are modestly undecorated. But the custom gradually grew in favor until the entire body was ornamented and the conservatives among our ancestors chanted that a generation was "going to the dogs."
Well, as this abominable fashion grew in scope and usage, the stage was reached at which ladies were actually burned on account of the extreme volumness of the dress. The skirts in dragging the floors came in contact quite easily, but they endure ends, or small honnies—to the great discomfort of the lady in the dress.
At this time the passion for unsanitary ornamentation of the body is dimin-
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