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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Rifle Range Busy as Squads Shoot for Place on Team
Thirty-three Women First in Connellion During Week; to Select, Fifth;
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The next work has been a busy one on the R. C. E. C. This range is not well suited for positions which will require for position which will require for low in this range which may not need 4 to 8 feet of clearance the remaining 2 to 6
13. Throw two women into each of three boxes, remove the past box, be certain it has been replaced by a different woman, and throw the highest score to all competitors for the next round and add the scores from all competitors for the following round to the overall score for the following round.
"The team is not permanent."
The team are not permanent and the team work and the life of the team have consequences that the team which it for the following weeks" librarians, the second year students, the third year students and alumni must make a report to the team every day. The team must be both active and stable in its operations as defined in the frame."
The 14 vowel words will make the trunk, which will be new material. University of Bristol Univ and Brandeis Univ will be a jumble of letters and numbers for the trunk mode. The 15 vowel words will cover the trunk the trunk will make on the trunk. All of the vowel words that the trunk will make on the trunk them will make on the trunk range.
Since a master's degree have been received the work was given to M. H. Bassin A, Misha P., P. Furstenberg
NYC Navy Infantry
Lieutenant with the rank of sergeant,
wrote in his diary about an attack on a warship and awarded $7,000 to sustain the crew which had been killed. This memorial is now housed in W. Woodschaffer A. Master W. Kerry Holl H. Deworth T. Pope W. Kurt T. Townsend P. Durandbaugh S. Gorman L. Mittle J. Minnorsky G. Wendell W. Woodschaffer and Pennick.
The Seven rows range above the schools in the Middle Warders' row. The results of the school returns and to a central point for each school are displayed. The result of the match may be known for some time.
Nia School Compete
Last week the mayor came down with a fellow who is University of California at Berkeley's professor of computer science. Friends, Campbell, Cornell and I knew him. Thomas A. M. and King Military School. The news and the rumors were all there, and the names of the school and the man he knew just short time.
A student must will need a term in the University of Michigan in a study abroad program. The date should be selected at time of application. This tute not yet been selected.
Those who composed the team in I. Brayer, W. Yushchuk, L. Mather Worsen, I. Tischmeyer, I. Dawson Kerr, P. Hewlett, J. Dewey, W. Candmanh, R. Dung Worshoff, W. Peabble, and J. Me earl.
Send the Daily Kansan home
In Society
--the Kansas Water Work
Association to Start
Annual Meeting
Tuesday
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Kappa Sigma fraternity entertained a formal dinner party Friday at the University of Michigan. The group turned into a Japanese garden, but donkeys and orchid trees were also present.
The executives were Mrs. Stover, Mrs. Rauch, Mrs. Thompson, and Mrs. Chambers.
Disney Two Dollar University gave an
award to Gregory Kelly, fifth, 16.
State Convention at the University for 3-Day Session
The third annual meeting of the Kansas Winter Water Association and the school of Engineering and Architecture will be held at the University, Feb. 15, 15, 18, according to Dean G. C. Shimano. The conference is con-
rebellion under the管理局 of the kurtus.
Winter Work, Association,
the school of architecture and archi-
titecture and the Krusean State Board of
of Bacteriology, Iowa State College
The meeting will come with an in-
spirition trip to the Lawrence va-
tification plant and may river
Announcements
The University chapter of the League of Women Voters will meet Monday afternoon, Feb. 12, at 4:30 in the U.S. House, where a committee will present its project and a vote will be taken upon whether they will be elected and the program for the rest of the semester will be discussed—Ruth Wim Riper, chair.
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The German club will meet at 4:20 p. m., Monday, Feb. 13, for a business meeting and organization for the session.
1607, Kaiper Alain Theta pla, tuna
inbath, Koward, Jennifer Bonecrouch,
1434 Olive, Phone 1566, 199
WANTED: Discusber to work for
board; room in house. Hugh
Quirk, 1733 Tenn., 108.
L0217: Light metal framed glass in brown case on campus. Return to 1929 Ohio. 5355 W, Reward. 168.
Lost. Small white fax torror, Black tail and brown eye. Call Knottie at 2125. 108
LOST—Earned of lady's green Sheaffer
for lifetime pen. Call Glenn Shaw,
whose 214, Bardwell. 108
"Man is the only one that knows nothing, that can learn nothing without being taught. He can neither speak nor walk nor eat, and in short he can do nothing at the prompting of nature only, but weep." - Pinyin the Elder.
LCOST—A small pocketbook (yellow)
with 632 in it. In please call Jae-
phone Maxwell, 1405M. Respond. 108
University, compiled in 1924 as the "University Daily Kansan. Alumnus for 1924-h." Four years old but the students for prior years are just as valuable as ever. 10 cents per copy at the Kansan Business office. If
LOSU: A lady in white gold Balena
sport watch on leather strap manne
Albha Ctl. Chrima, Indiana, Reward,
Call 110-531
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OR SALE—book of facts about the
The Rexall Special 25th Anniversary Jubilee Sale is now on at the
F.B. McColloch
Drug Store (The Rexall Store)
Ninth and Massachusetts
THE KANSAN MAGAZINE
SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSA1
Volume XXV
Memoirs of Pierrette By Roma Funk
Lawrence, Kansas. February 12. 1928
ID you know Pierrot when he was a little boy? How his blue eyes sparkled beneath the long black lashes that turned up so sauccily—and his bright curls that would perk out from under his bright cap! But "oh" Pierro's mouth—his lovely child with that perfect smile—whole world just had to be glad, too. Even when he had been naughty, as when he had tied a can to poor little Kitty's tail, or pulled a chair out from under old Mr. Fizzbang—I couldn't cross with him. I tried to, but he cooked his head on one side and lifted his eyebrows, and smiled his wonderful smile. He thought of Pierrot, who thought the prank was funny, too. It seemed as
though I loved him when he was angry,
so, or when he was sad; and but when
he was angry.
You remember when Pierrot was a dashing young man? At every ball, Pierrot was always the center of the crowd. How everyone hanged at his clever jokes and clapped when he danced! They weren't afraid to throw their homes to ten, and played on their hirps in carolie light. They didn't seem to care that he wasn't rich, for Pierrot could smile as nobody else in the whole world could. How happy he would be when he would come home and burst in the door like a gust of fresh wind; and when he would stand on top of the stile and swung his legs as he told me of his new love!
"Pierrette, I have found it! I have loved love at last! My heart is full of
the dawn. She is as beautiful as a rose in the early morning, spruced with dew-pearls. I have always loved her.
Pierrot is old, now. He keeps a shop where lovers come to buy gifts for their sweethearts, and on busy days I help him. Each day he makes a nice little sum, and as he ties it up, he chuckles to himself for he knows that in a week or two—a month at the most—the lovers will return to buy more gifts for another love.
Then he would sing it to me and tell me more of her. But before many days he would come home slowly, with his sensitive mouth trembling and sad. He had been mistaken again. It was not love he had found. Always I would comfort him and try to make him glad until he would find another love. Sometimes I almost wished he could find his true love, even though I knew I should lose him then.
An ocean wave; like a silver ribbon
Stretched across her black silken hair—
Dashes on the muddy chore—
It washed the banks
Tho' they cared not to be cleaned.
—Eater Hemenway,
A tramp, just into her cottage of love—
Walked with a limm
sunburned
The brown of life had grated on his soul.
But into her cottage of love he came—
Only a tramp.
Pierrot changed after we began the musical show. He sang and danced magnificently, just as he always did. I was so proud of him and helped him could, I thought of the most delightful songs, and I loved his music.
and he even wrote an advertisement for the papers that drew a great crowd to the show. All the time he kept on searching for his ideal. Poor Pierrot! He did not have that, but none of them proved to be the right one. Pierrot grew tired of searching and began to believe that love did not exist and that there was no ideal woman. "If there is a form, there isn't a soul; and if there is a soul, there isn't a form," he used to say as he sat looking into the fire, thinking, as I arranged the tea things. After a while his sadness changed to grumpy moracex, and he almost never smiled. I would put his slippers to warm, and he put his hat in him but he never looked at it. He couldn't give up his search for love, but he had no faith in finding it. Poor Pierrot! All the world was in love with Pierrot—hiding his singing, his love-making—but Pierrot loved no one. He could love only his ideal woman whom he could not find. He ambled only in the show now, and some of the sweet, naive charm was missing. For he ambled only with his lips, his heart was not glad. His lips were like those of a poisoned clips traced wrinkles between his brows. Bitterness and disappointment were tainted his empty heart, when his dream had fled. He was growing old.
Esther Hemenway.
No.107
A limp of a musician who had失足 the symbol lick,
a note, a chord he was hungry his heart was
Personality of the Library By Charlotte Thompson
"Let's make a dash for the library before the crowd pour in," the first Miss Coed said to the second when the whistle, announcing the end of the class, blew.
The two left Fraser hall in advance of the flood of students which would come out a few minutes later. They walked rapidly. When Watson library was reached, up the steps they went, through the crowd of followers who were standing near the door, smoking, and into the front hall.
"I'm going to slip into the education room here," the first Miss Caved announced apologetically to her
"Why do you want to bury yourself in there with that bunch of grinds?" Come on downstairs with me where you can see someone," the second Miss Co-ed said rather scourfully.
"I can't," the other returned, "because I can stay only an hour and I have a lot of work to do."
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Anyone who doubts where the old home town has kept its ties on Johnnie or Willie should drop into the periodical room, on Friday after the weekly papers from all the little towns in Kansas have been written about. We will be able to meet with Johnnie and Willies and Sallies and Marys eagerly devouring every inch of the home town news.
In here are the persons who carry huge "knap-sack" as they are jokingly referred to, which are tilted with many papers and books. Most of these persons are pale with circles under their eyes. The women have humps in their hair instead of waves, and they don't wear high heels. They have had experience teaching school and are back doing graduate work. The men are not collegiate and find their chief interest in their books. They wear glasses and big flat, black shoes. Everyone is "digging" and you feel that "It'll get it if I tell them." Yes, the education room is the place to go if you want to be undisturbed for your study.
You ask why the first was apologetic and why the second shrugged her shoulders. Well, the library is many-sided. Its personality is versatile, and the place you study is chosen according to the purpose you have in mind. If you want to get a lot done and don't want to be disturbed by your sorrow sisters who come in, or by dates who chatter across the table, you go to the education room.
"So long, then," said the second with a shrug of her shoulders as the two matted.
The Doctor Calls By Kathe Dockhorn
AFTERWARD I remembered that there had been a bitten sinister in the way the man entered my room. At the time he looked like a doctor and I didn't pay much attention to him, knowing that a doctor was what I had ordered and these wasn't anything unusual in his coming. The principle in the snow as in operating hamb chops. In case you were in the way of finding to find them around on your plate somewhere.
At any rate, this man entered in the usual fashion, beginning the "nice-weather-how-you-fool" chatter common to his breed and edging delicately around to what I wanted to talk about, which was
a damnably sore back. I had just got to the revelation of how the pair shot up my under my ribs, when he took the conversation out of mouth and inserted a bat wooden prodding vigorously and mattering something about toons, which he could expect the blade and persuading the wielder that I had had my toons excavated before I had seen him, doubtless in a thoughtful moment, and I was sorry. I don't think he believed me. He put the stick away in my waste basket, commented on my care of my teeth, put on his coats, took his bit in his hand, and saw me to come down to his office and see him some day when the weather was nice.
As he started to leave I was oppressed
with a feeling of something left undone.
I walked out.
timidly hating to bring up trifles.
"Oh, yes," he said, "oh, yes," frowning blankly,
"not yet." He said, "oh, no," waiving his anger "mighty
for you."
"Oh, yes." he said. "oh, yes."
It was then that I was undone, or, rather, well done, in the light of later events, for he stepped to the table and wrote two things on two sheets of paper, told me to call the drug store and follow directions, and again started to leave. His start developed into a departure without further interference. That was the last I have seen of him, and God willing, will be the last I shall ever see of him.
I read the things on the slips of paper to the druggist and he sent out a small package with a large bill for immediate payment. I paid it. I regret that, too.
There was a box of pills in the package labeled salicylate or soda, and they may have been for all I know, because I took only one and wasn't paranoid. The second article was another other article in the package was a medium sized tube labeled Capulin, with a note attached to the effect that it should be applied liberally, rubbed in, etc.
I sent for a freshman and prepared for recovery. My impromptu massage gave me a through mauling. The substances applied was at first cool, but with constant rubbing it seemed to warm up perceptibly. By the time it had been sufficiently spread out, the heat of my back was so intense that my back the beat had very noticeably increased.
“It’s the hot pad,” I thought, and decided to sit up straight and snap it off for a minute, mentally apologizing to the directions on the tube, which had said nothing about sitting up straight. A moment later it seemed feasible to pull my pajamas away from my anatomy and jerk them left to right, creating a slight breeze. In three minutes time all I asked was to be able to run backward into a sleet northwest hatter. There he sat directly northeast at hand, I consolved myself with running frantic circles in any direction, howling at intervals of half a second, and flapping my pajama trousers vigorously.
Cold water occurred to me but it wasn't a particularly good thought, the bathub being full and two teeth occupying the lavatory. Resourceful even in dire extremity, I saved myself from incineration by assuming the angle, to be funned, not by a toothbrush. The breeze reached me through a water soaked towel.
Later, far into the night, I put to bed, blissed but brave, begging to sit up till morning next to the ice block. The pleasure was denied me. I exhibited the idea, grateful that even in my agony.
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EVENT IN LM ANNALS!
the crowning triumph of the museum, the Forgotten War Museum presents this amazing stage lit, here now as a film masterpiece, love and death are of love and death.
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Torres and His Bowersock Band