SUNDAY, MARCH 11, 1921
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY 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 Collegiate Yellow Jadeets have just completed their combination at the trea room of the Hotel Baltimore," said Daniel. "We were fortunate to obtain a place in the band is under the direction of Harley Kayler who directed the famous Missouri Quand when it was hit by a bullet. We have played at the Plae-Minie in Chicago and also at the Plantation Gell of the Hotel Mumbhuit." The banjo being born in Germany with Ted Winters, the piano player was with Paul Winchester.
The 10-piece Colorelate Yellow Jacket lorbetron from Rancon, City will be master of ceremonies of musical nature at the Famous House FacultyVarsity which will be held in P. A., U. hull Friday, March 30. Such was the announcement by Mark O'Connell, c31, Kermit Rynn, c11, managers of the morning after completing the fund-raising that night. Dick Harkness, c28, has been appointed publicity director by the managers.
The party is scheduled immediately after the mid-mercenary examination and just before the latter vacation. The party is being given more than a month later this year than it was on Friday, the date last year was Feb. 25.
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Wednesday Night, March 14
Watch for date "Lon Chaney"
The final plans for the party, especially those concerning the orchestra, will be discussed two weeks on account of the difficulty of obtaining an engagement with the Collegegirl Yellow Jackets. This orchestra has already performed at Hillary recently at the Sigma Chi formal at the Country Club. Their performance at this function made them quite well known.
The party will be informal, recording in the managers. Teetals will be on sale at the business office in central Administration building before the dance and at the door that event will take place. The standard chaperone party price of $100 for seats or dates. Stages will be animated if regard to numbers.
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"Now—now you're gone. Now I ain't got nothing to live for. But, Celtia, I did it cause I had to." Never again would he hear her shrill voice. He sank to the ground still holding the lifeless body. How long he knelt there in the sand, he didn't know; but as though a certain star had shone down on him in pity, his mind cleared, and he was able to think.
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Lenten Menus--time on this earth would not be any longer than twenty days. Now he remembered that it was only last night that he had decided to kill Cilia, rather than leave her on the hands of her children. Mr. Paine would take care of her so the neighbors would call her a "kind hearted soul, so good to keep Garner's age idiot child." Sols broke forth from the man as he thought of his child being pitted, his idiot child, his dearest friend.
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Wednesday and Friday during Lent will be marked by special menus to suit this religious festival.
Special Dinners-
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.
THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN for March 11. 1928
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Why By Helen Rumble
The hot afternoon sun glared on the big wagon which hurried over the bumpy, mountain road. Two dark brown mules pulled the wagon, in which a farmer sat and jostled as his eyes, filled with soft water. The mules were scarcely know where the mules were leading him. His mind was cluttered with confused thoughts.
"Gigidup! Do you think we have from now on? It's quite a pite piece to the river, Awright, Do you think we have from now on?"
Seeming to notice their masters' lax attention, the males were wont to slacken their pace, and soon they were ambling along as though their destination might be one mile instead of six and as though the day might last forever. Abruptly, the farmer's attention was drawn to the mouses, and the mowers for their slow steer. In the unusual way, scarcely troubling his brain with the infrasound he spoke.
As the mules hurried again, the driver muttered words that couldn't be understood. The late summer light showed the man to be of stocky build with a short neck. His coarse, red hair shone in defiance to the sun, and his close-set blue eyes were moody. A worried look made his face seem older than it really was, and his mind was being challenged to unusual effort.
"Celia, I didn't mean to hurt my child. You know I always loved you. What difference did it make when I first saw her? How much more knew did me? I don't care. What if you did follow me every where I went, getting in my way, and slowing up the work? Aint! I kept you now for nine whole years, and loved you every minute."
His wagon was an old one-ceased vehicle with heavy wheels, and a long seat with broken springs for the driver. In back of the seat, just a few vegetables that were too soft to be sold, and a waterer, it was full of mud about. Some dirty gumpy sacks were on the floor of the wagon, and a filly yellow dog tucked to sleep on them as the warped bumped along. In the very back of the wagon, straw was scattered abundantly, and once in a white, when an especially big bump, glimpse of something covered could be seen.
The time passed slowly, and the farmer no longer tried to hurry the males. His thoughts were confused and all the events of the last twenty-four hours were lost to him. He tried to remember why he had not cried when the teacher that led to the river. There was no ferry this late, he knew. His wits cried out, "Why? Why?"
He supposed he would be hung for the offense anyway. What difference would it make what he did with the thing? He'd be caught and brought to trial just like Farmer Inten had been; then he would be kept in jail until his allotted day came. He could fairly picture himself hanging out in the jail-yard, being pronounced dead. If he could only think why he had done it! If he could only remember why he had believed he would be right in his future, he should have done these things, and as his mind tried to function, he caught a glimpse of the river. The late twilight lent an appearance of unusual muddiness to the stream. Of course, he knew it was a dirty river—but tonight it seemed more yellow than ever before.
As his mimes came to a stop, he climbed down from the seat, and paced up and down the riverbank in search of another possible later-comer. He stood by the stream and looked at the tranish watery breeze, and then looked into the farmer plodded back to his boat, and looked at its contents. He fingered the straw and separated it just the least bit more so that he could look at the hidden thing. Carefully, he pulled the straw away from the tiny thing; gently, he picked it up in his hand, and carefully body startled him; the stiffness frightened him.
But now she was gone. Whom would he care for, why would it make any difference if he died before she was gone? Mr. Kaiser had his daughter. He rose from the ground with great resolution, and placed Celiia in her straw bed. Carefully, he covered her, then climbing into the seat of his wagon, and shouting at the top of his voice, he
"Awright, Daize, you and Lil--
And then no more.
"G kidup! Do you think we have from now on?" We're mighty near the river, and we're going right in. Awrigh, Daize, you and Lil show some speed." At the first touch of the water on their hats, the mules baked, but being urged on furiously and reeling into the grimy water, they leaped into the grimy water, and quickly the weight of the wagon pulled them down. Trailing out into the silence of the night, a voice arose.
Master Thomas
Bg J. Kenneth Seltsam
The solitude of cloudy midnight was broken only at occasional intervals by the muffled hoof of an owl or the mourning brow of a dreaming hound. The owl was coming to me and I looked into her eyes. I knew not why I see my own hands when they were held close to my eyes. Suddenly from the right there came the kick of a closing door and at the same time a small light appeared. Then there was another light that shone on me in the steps. The light became brighter and brighter but finally passed by only to carry a hundred yards farther on. A ball ran—once—twice—and a third time. Another click of an opening door and the lights exposed a robust figure clad in cap and gown.
And then by listening closely I heard whispering, "Oh, Mes, Gutberg, der es a baby edible over on the yard. Heem been crying for two hours now. Angela, here, heear heum, too Them must have cried himself to sleep now. He cry no more. Vell you come with me. We see vat de matter with heem."
“Ke sound like et be sight der en grass by den volunteer” volunteered the little Italian girl, Angellia,
"Ik hear nothings already yet, aber ik go mit you. Maybe ve find him, huh?" came the reply of the German woman as she proceeded from the doorway, "Gib me der light!" She took the little flashlight and pointed at the indicated location. Her two companions followed, apparently reluctant fulfill their own plans.
For several moments the three searched up and down the hedge fence, palling aside the branches and flashing the light upon all points, always with the German lady in her great white robe followed by the rather insignificant figures. Apparently, their search was fruitless; for they seemed almost ready to give it up when Angela suggested that the child might be on the porch.
"No I don't denk so," came her mother's hasty reply. She didn't intend to go into that dark place before she got home.
After a few moments, the white figure again appeared. This time she was walking slowly and was talking in gentle tones to something held gently in her cradled arms. As she neared the gate, I heard her say, "Ach, me middle Tommie, where has you been? You cann't had no mkel for a long time, has you? Ick gib you some. You is a good leddle cat!"
Editor's Note:
These two pages were contributed by members of Pen and Scroll, the freshman-sophomore literary society.
"Ach,*dats' right hem might be deer. Go we in and see, huh?" responded the other woman and immediately crushed the creaky old iron gate and hastened to pick up the dog. But her companions did not pursue her this time.
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Reincarnation
I'd rival Solomon.
If I could chain the thoughts that rise in me,
That travel through my brain inevitably,
That rise within me like a muddled sen,
I'd vital, Solomon.
The ever-flaming scripts of gleaming red
Like messages that come from minds long dead
If I could only hold them in my head,
I'd solve eternity.
--Hal Adamson.
Satanic Sabbath
At midnight, on the black plateau Where no plants live nor flowers grow, Gray wiches, warlocks, and their kin Assemble with a roaring din
HE sits upon a riven tree
Attended by green devils three,
And shouts his angry orders forth
To bring confusion on the earth.
The were-wolves slink from out the trees,
The ravens' cock rides on the breeze;
Great cats with eyes of gleaning green
Creep stethily, their areched back lean.
They dance and caper all the night,
Till Chanticleer crowts;
They fade away with morning's light
When Chanticleer crowts
*See Star Name*
On the Cosmic Urge By "Nora Leshivers"
This is Wednesday evening. I am real tired and my ankles hurt. The reason for that is that today I got bitten by another cosmic urge. I get them all over me and we are awful. Worse than Old Maddaley Laftert's heart attack, phases those cosmic urges make me do such things as play the piano all morning on wash-day, or wash up all the dirty dishes when I ought to be sewing, just because I can't stand the nasty things around, or go fishing when lions would bite. But when I am real one, nothing will but something warty arduous.
I felt one coming on all morning. I was nervous and irritable, and gave Ma beck for the way she lets the kids run wild, and the girls fit for not doing the dishes, and the boys Cain for not getting any wood, and the babies a paddling apiece for putting the dishes, and the boys to go see a neighbor, and I told her for our cake to take those cuss-fired kids along. She looked sad, but took only four or five of them, as that was all that she felt equal to washing up for the occasion.
As the spring wagon was rattling away, I decided I'd better work off that comma urge. I got a broom and the kitchen chairs out after we took the kitchen chairs out after they told the kids to take them to the well and scrub them up, or I thumb their heads. Then I lin in with the broom and swept the whole downstairs. It looked as if it hadn't been swept since I left, for Ma didn't feel good again, and she never makes the kids do anything. But I do! With her safety out of sight, they had to mind me. Then I got a bucket and they hunted up a gummy sack for a new mop rug. Your mother will undoubtedly tell you that gummy sacks do not make good mop rugs. They don't. I first scrubbed the kitchen in a way I think wait till she goes to do such. I just dumped a lot of water on the line and hung up a gummy sack for a new mop rug. My
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