SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1928
THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
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Social Conditions Debated Before Student Meeting
Midwest Conference Hear Blanshard and Huggins Argue Problems of Labor
Opening the third annual Midwinter Student conference held here for the discussion of economic questions, Fri., Jan. 27, at the School of Law's federal secretary of the League for Industrial Democracy, and William L. Lieuge, judge of the former Kansas University Law School, for Industrial Rights, engaged in a debate upon the question, "Is the State Baited for the Needs of the System Best Suffaced in the audition of central Adoption?"
In support of the present society Judge Hughes open marks by pointing out that item is based on human en that under it had grown the civilization in his support that he created the capitalistic system the States in the wealthiest nati world, that 85 per cent of moShels in the world were in this position that that States has the highest x living in the world.
"The present order has test of 6000 years," Judge said in closing. "No oar perfect until the race is peremptoried poverty by it. An eminent liberty by liberty and proper property."
Blankanind Indicts Sys.
Mr. Blinkman dismounted documents against the present factory owner, whose factory age was his first in Waste to competition second case cited. National立 of banks and natural resort cases were the most unequal of work under the prevailing "Work is not the way to a this system," he declared. "I am getting some the work for me."
Unequal distribution of w. Mr. Blairwahns' fourth in One per cent of the peop in one percent of the nation's, 1 weight, 1 per 20 per cent of the nation's in the lowest 20 per cent get 4 land part of this contention. A heritance tax, social own land, and the giving of ween workers who have created a new country.
His final indictment was control of industry, which shard characterized as "
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY. KANSANfor February 26, 1928
The Deaths of Three Men
By Embree Jaillite
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I HIS is a story of three gallant men; heroes of whom we never hear. Each came from a definite, separate, far-restored station from the other. And they were in a different manner; brave but different, they were.
Albert Jacobs was born in Centville, Iown, on a small farm tilled by his feral parents. His education consisted of as much "karmin" as a fella needs of on a farm. He knew how to take care of "just bout any kind of animal," and could shock corn with the best of them. He didn't have time for gals, and he had, he didn't know how to dance. But one thing he did well was to move around in 'and' that was: how to meet death. He had learned this from his parents, who knew God always took care of his children.
Then there is Anthony Fields—a poet of more character than fame. Like most poets, he viewed himself, Life and the World too seriously. Born in New York City, he grew up in hope that the sudden, dashing life here, might lend itself more to opportunity. But the effect was slicking, and Anthony retired to the haunts of his childhood. And through inspiration was dearth, ideals he found in life, brought into formation of one who knows he is right—but offensive.
Lastly, we come to Marcus Todd: a gambler, whose notoriety was equalled only by his skill in cards. Marcus was born, yeared (or perhaps "brought up" would be the better term), and expected to die in New York. Who his parents were, no one knew and few cared less.
About his past, there clouded a *Sphinx-like* sience, but about his future no one was more certain than he. His bold praise of himself if was never really taken seriously, sometimes from himself, less often from his listener.
As for Todd's bravery, anyone could vouch, because he didn't have any. At least that was the general opinion of his "admiring" circle of "friends." But he "got by."
And now let us look at our characters collectively, War between the United States and Germany had been declared; all humanity was in the throes of conflict, strife and destruction; apparently humanity was not to be saved to enjoy the fruits of democracy, but instead to suffer the consequences of orgy, and caught by the ever-increasing tide of enthusiasm and self-defense were three interests: Albert Jacobs, a farmer's boy, who "knew how to die"; Anthony Fields, a poet of no fame, but of spatless character, high ideals and serious aspect; and instantly, a car-free gambler, loose moals, boisterous, gauzy, skating, and whose bravery was rather questionable.
They, like thousands of others, uncumbered to the beat of drums and the applause of the multitude, taking never a thought of the morrow offered, until they had sapped their first taste of blood. Enemy's blood, by God! Take or leave it, but get it! They were on the firing line—the first line next to "the damned Huns" as Jacobs said one morning, just before orders were given to "fall in."
"They're gonna call for volunteers to reach the head dispatcher. I jest heard the Major tell it to the Cap'h," said a weasel-like face, "Three of ums all they need."
Orders were shouted, men assembled, and formed straight rows. An importantlooking officer stepped hastily onto a platform and began, urging his men to do the same. They waited, unsuccessfully, without delay, for three volunteers. It was a daunt
There was a brief silence, as of awe, probably due to the brevity of the speech, and three men stepped forward; Albert Jacobe, Anthony Fields and Marcus Todd.
gerous mission, takes gauges, and it looks like no, one you must get to the head dispatcher. What is this?
"If all of you make it, so much the better. If only one, fight hard, die like men, and God with you. Here's your directions. Goodbye and good luck, you are brave men!" snapped the same officer, My God such brevity. If only war were like that. It was not very far to the head dispatcher. But the purpose of being weight or ditted full of lead was no great an increase one's concept of the distance.
Destination lay only a few rods away, and not one shot had been fired yet. This was an easy game: the fireman could have done it.
But warats are fought in just this manner: when one side thinks it has an advantage, it becomes bald and reckless. And as our heroes were nothing more than men, sometimes less, they acted accordingly. they jumped, running—running—running into a big hole, causing it to resemble as a pig growing fat and round for market.
Surprise! 7—no, not the Germans. Delighted?—no, three not tools. That's why its captors no difficulty in marching the blunders back to him. The girl was appropriately indulging at a game of cards.
"I bring them in," snapped the General, in as per English, with as much brusque as the Amorris had done.
Three men, three fools, three blunderers, marched in, surrendered their documents, were given a trial, sentenced to death before a firing squad, and marched out, God! such brevity. If only war—
The "spier" were stood before a wall some five feet apart. The firing squad marched twenty pieces of metal into the wall, and their walker went to Anthony Fields—our poet without fame but with character—looked at him steadily while he spoke.
Albert Jacob grinned. Would he, after all his ma and pa had told him about men who had not feared to die—would he weaken? The General put him the same question. The boy stiffened, looked tired, and mumbled, "Yell never see a Jacobs officer,"offers a cry grew dim and he passed on to Todd.
"Sir, you insult me. The sooner the better."
Marcus Told the Great—the powerful—the Gallant—the Brave! Hail listen to them laugh! The
The dammed question wasn't put to Marcus Todd, by God. He answered 'four they to him.' He
"Bring on you the whole damned army for a firn!" sound you, "I'll show 'em I'm not afraid of
The Queen's Blue Monday
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"Shot up, you feel—you'll soon enough know what it like," commanded the mouth-piece of the Empress.
phrases could do. The queen was hurting across the sunlight eaves of lawn, preceded by two accolades. She wasn't alone; she always said the things she shouldn't in the presence of this dignified official and she felt that this morning had been a mistake.
She greeted his honor with strained graciousness, and in order to be especially coidal to him, she ordered the lackeys to bring rather elaborate refreshments. It was unfortunate that the lord chamber-bearers did not bear him to say what he did; say but, then he did not know what a morningrying her majesty had had.
It **not** *was*—but three men's lives blasted out, was all. And all so quickly—Goli war!
It's a mess.
"Squads, take position. Ready—alm—fire!
God! such brevity.
"You most gracious majesty," said the Lord chombal circuailac, "do you realize that while you humble yourself to God, you are overtly covered and carried away again, the people of France are staring"—he paused for dramatic realization.
"Well, then, she snapped, why don't they eat cake?"
The General turned to a louse officer, "Take care of these bodies, and give them a decent burial." Five
Her most gracious majesty had controlled herself once, but this was too much.
Friendless
The restaurant was filled with happy students. They chattered gaily, calling across the room to one another. Happiness was everywhere; the waiters were inspired to gnai and efficient service. However, there was one corner of the room where this delightful element would not enter. It seemed as though something intangible, but very rigid made a wall, keeping it away from the little table and its lone occupant.
His entire figure was dejected. He appeared utterly lonely and sad. Longingly he gaced at the mermyrants. His eyes were heartbreakingly wistful. Often his silence would prove almost too much. He laughed and sang his sandwich and coffee. In spite of all the heartache it seemed to cause him, he was unable to resist the appeal of congenial friendship. He again watched them hopefully stillly. But none had the time or enough interest to include him in their family and their mother. He seemed to be absolutely friendless.
SHOES— By Florence Sears
HERMAN Bolles, head clerk in the Page & Allen shoe store, was disgusted with life. He was very tired-and it was an unusually hot day. But the heat had not in any way dampened the spirit of the shoppers. They seemed to thrive upon it. The swinging doors opened and closed at irregular intervals, passed in and out of the store—a nasty crowd, all but there for the same purpose—to buy shoes.
**Shoe!**. The very word made his head swim. How he hated them and the smell of new leather and the customers who were all so hard to please. He laughed ironically to himself. It was fate that they should be the one thing which furnished him his means of livelihood. Why couldn't it have been jewelry? It did not smell. It merely sparked and leaked out from being laying despondent. It would make one all over inside and want to laugh and be happy. And people wore jewelry in their hair, on their hands, and around their necks when they went to parties. How nice it would be to sell people lovely things to wear when they wished to be beautiful. Or why they had been books? People were not so fasy about such things. Our very beauty would not did see how they could be. And, anyhow, books were one's friends. It would be a pleasure to pull the different books down from the shelves and show them to the customers. One could make the acquaintance of all of them in that way and it would be like meeting an old friend, to bring them out, to give them a chore to earn your living, it would be a recreation, a playtime. He pictured him in that capacity, presiding over shelves and shelves of wonderful books.
"Oh, Mr. Bolles—" Herman was brought back to the reality of the shoe store with a start. A woman had entered the shop and all the other clerks were engaged with customers. She seated herself side by side in the booth, side her and looked toward him expectantly. Herman assumed his best manner—the one which made him superior to the other clerkes, and approached the woman smiling. How he would have liked to have screamed—he wondered just what she would have been expecting from her expression change. But he must be pleasant and although she was one of his hardest customers. He knew what was before him. He would be forced to take down over half of the store in the enumerate their good points until he was out and buying any. He would be buying any. Oh! how he despised the very way she looked at him, as she said in her high pulped voice:
"I just decided this morning, Mr. Bolles, that I must have a new pair of shoes and I told my husband at lunch that I was coming right down here because I were so kind and knew what kind of shoes I liked."
Herman inwardly groomed. Weren't women talkers! But he thanked his customer and asked pleasantly. "Just what type of shoe did you have in mind, Mrs. Williams—a dress shoe or one more for street wear?"
"Well, I just wasn't sure. I really hadn't quite made up my mind. I thought I would just have a look at both and then decide. Perhaps I could find something that could be worn on another occasion."
"Do you want brown or black? We have a fine stock of both colors in now."
"I believe I want something in a black. It's a more practical shoe don't you think? Besides my coat is black. Yes, I am sure that I will take black, Mr. Bolles. Please show me some in that color."
An hour later Mrs. Williams left the store. Herman heaved a deep sigh—a mixture of relief and exasperation. It had happened just as he thought it would. After he had showed her all of the black shoes in the store, she had left without purchasing them. He said, "My wife Page & Allen would have a larger stock to keep." The Herman was mighty thankful that they didn't—the supply was plenty large enough for him.
He began to put the shoes back in their respective boxes, first wrapping them carefully in tissue paper. What a good joke it would be if he should mix them all up, putting the black and brown together. He pictured the confusion of the store when the mistake was discovered. It would take hours to straighten them out again. He could see Mr. Allen pacing up and running with his arms crossed, carelessness of the clerks. And the clerkes themselves scuttling about, trying to right the wrong, and in their hurry only making matters worse.
But what put such wild ideas into his head? The shoes were driving him mad. Shoe! Shoe! Shoe! Shoe!
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