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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Social Adjustment Supercedes Intelligence in World Success Says National Hygiene Report
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New York...Social adjustment is more important than intelligence in getting along in the world, Dr. George L. Wallace, assistant administrator of the Wreathham State School of Massachusetts, indicated in a report to the National Committee for Mental Hygiene issued here.
"It is not her mental level on which the Moron stubs her roe but rather her lack of social adjustment," we can hear three thousands of Morons in the company are unknown except for their good works? Because they are normal—or normally to their environment. They bore honest, industrious and well-poised.
"Who are the Morons who are making the trouble in our community? They are exactly the same classes who are making the trouble in their mental levels—pathological liaisons, that don't matter."
Final Pictures of 1926 Eclipse Show Diameter of Moon to Be Normal
Photographic Plates Substantiate Einstein in Relativity Theory
Swarthmore, Pa., Jan. 7. Once again picture photographs, exposed at the time of a total eclipse of the sun, help to substantiate the theory of volativity, as proposed by Einstein. This time it is the moon's diameter which is being measured. On plates made at the January, Oct. 2013, cepheus which was taken on October 26, John A. Miller director, and Dr. Ross W. Marriot, of the Spool Observatory of Swarthmore college here, find that the moon is just as large as at other
One of the possible experiments tests of Einstein's theory, announces in 1915, was on account of the fact that he considered light to have mass and speed out of a straight line as it passed a heavy body such as the sun.
Stars can only be observed near the sun at the time of a total eclipse, but they are visible on any sun should the appear closer together than if the sun were not there. In 1910 English astronomers actually abducted a planet from the solar system in Brazil, and it has now verified at the Australian eclipse in 1922 by Dr. Campbell, of the Lick Observatory.
vers, bunken-out, psychophabetic personalities, neurotachias, and those suffering from latiness, brain storms, episodes of emotional irritability, episodes, emotional irritability, etc. It is, therefore, important that social maladjustment occurring in an individual be seen out in the open and should, as a problem, be viewed within the realm of mental hygiene and for practical purposes, mental levels should be forgetten.
"It is not sufficient for our clinics to diagnose mental retardation and for our boards of education to create a new set of guidelines for the children of low mental levels, but it is equally imperative that mental hygiene should be organized in conjunction with medical care so that as large a number of those children as possible may be adjusted in this way, be saved in adult life from becoming social failures."
Another possible cause of this shift of star images or eclipse plates than that given by Einstein was proposed by Prof. Charles Lane Poor, of Columbia University. He pointed out the earth's atmosphere during an eclipse forms a coeur of cooler air. The observers are inside and as the light from the stars has to enter the core, it might be deflected in the same way as light seen during an eclipse, the light that grasps it should be similarly affected, stated Professor Poor. This would mean that the moon's diameter, as measured on eclipse plates, should be less than the diameter of the moon at other times.
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After unsuccessful attempts to make satisfactory plates at the eclipses in Mexico in 1923 and in New England in 1925, Doctor Miller and Doctor Marriott, both with a mount of 65 feet long, with which the moon's diameter on the plate was about $7\frac{1}{2}$ inches, was used. The night before the eclipse one of plates was exposed on some stairs, then the next day on the plate was exposed, and eventually, gave points from which to measure the moon's diameter.
After months of careful measurement, Doctor Miller and Doctor Martiott have measured angular diameter, as it would appear from the center of the earth, to be 2001.30, with an uncertainty of less than one percent. The accurate figure for this diameter, from measurements made at other times, is 2001.35 seconds with an uncertainty of less than one percent, which is much less than that expected by Professor Poor, is less than the uncertainty of each, Doctor Martiott has said there is no unavoidable effect."
Sigma Alma Epsilon held a formal dinner at Wickmester's Tea Room Friday evening at 6 o'clock, followed by a 1 o'clock party at the chapter house. Music for dancing was further decorated with silvery decorations in red and silver, and colored lights. The chaperones were Mrs. Gertrude Swettell, Ms. Annie P. Young, Mrs. L. C. R Harris, and Mrs. K. A. Harris. Guests were: Vigil Severe and Richard Allen, Topeka, and Mr. and Mrs. Edwina Wallenford, Hutchinson.
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Buffalo, Jan. 7- Hope for students who are anxious to go through college even though they are labeled by intelligence tests and high school grads that "pseudorice risks" is held out as a life-saving training course by Dr. Edward S. Jones, professor of psychology at the University of Buffalo.
Doctor James took 52 high school graduates who ranked with the lowest two-fifths of their high school class to attend college and took course to fit them to compete with other college students. They were taught how to take notes from lectures, read books, read and tested to see how much of the material read they understood, write compositions and do mathematical problems. And they heard lectures on habits, attentiveness, memorization, and choosing a vocation.
At Thanksgiving time only eight of the 32 were warned of failure in two subjects, and at the end of the second semester a higher number of students aged higher than in the first semester. This is considered particularly encour- ment for the students "with other students there has been found no significant difference in avail- bility from one semester to the next."
Students who went into training for freshman work made distinctly better records in the first two semesters of the course. During the first did not have the preliminary training. Doctor Jones states, in reporting his research to the Journal of Periodic Research.
All but one of the students who had the pre-college coaching course improved in ratings on intelligence tests, Doctor Jones reports. This is
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THE MAGAZINE SECTION OF THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN for January 8,1928
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A story for Members of the Younger Generation Who Think Their Elders Are in Their Dotage by Lule Gifford, uncl.
The Whiffenpoof
"Bill, what's that funny noise? Hear it?"
Blakey was a little man whose greatest vice was humming during office hours. When he became particularly noisy one clerk would nudge another and say:
Blakey would get red in the face at the laugh that invariably followed; then he would grin, and mumble an apology. In five minutes he would be humming again.
He was an institution in the office, and felt as if the responsibility of the whole place rested upon his slender shoulders. Nervous, quick-tempered, worrying other people with his worrying, he hurried back and forth between the adjoining rooms of the office with the most important air immaculately, head up, arm outstretched to the wall, rare occasions when his telephone rang, he sprang to take up the receiver as if the fate of nations depended on his speed.
Blakey was talking, one of the times when railroading was railroading—of the good old days that live in the hearts of all pioneers grown old. He shook his white-fringed head and typed away furiously, railing at the way things were run now.
"Lemme tell you, son," he said to Crimpy,
"Railroadrun" was railroadrun' in those days.
None o' these Morris chair jobs and soft spots
then; we had to work."
"You were some punkins then, weren't you, Bud?"
"I'll say I was."
"Well, Bud, them days are gone." This was Crimpy, a big fellow with curly blond hair and blue eyes. Of all his peculiar accomplishments he was most proud of the way he could get his liquor, drink it, and never be in a position to drink nothin' now. You never go no place; you never have to hurry at night, 'cause the old lady won't let you out."
The others laughed their approval of this ancient joke. "Poor Bud," they chimed in from various parts of the room, "the old lady sure makes him stand around."
Blakey, as a rule, laughed with them when they joked at his expense, and let the subject rest in his place. Blakey tried to his work. Perhaps it was the late spring weather, or it may have been the sneaking fear that perhaps he was a back number; at least it was not acted as the last straw, and Blakey fared up.
"Yes, Bud's a back number, sure enough," added Crimpy.
Blakey hopped out of his chair and rushed over to Crimpy's desk, shaking his little thin fist in his face. "I'll show you, Crimpy Buzard! You get up a party for tonight and
“Where do you get that back number stuff?” Crimpy was dawntailed for a minute, and then airly tried to continue the old style of commenting. “I will be done, that's all.” And even if you did want to go out on a little party, the old lady wouldn't let you out.” He shook his head in mock
"You shut up, Crimpy Busard," he cried, so nervous and angry that his voice broke. He could barely speak.
go; I'll show you the old fight's still in me!"
go; I'll show you the old fight's still in me!"
Crimpy was taken aback; the "kidding" had gone his way before he intends. At last he shook his big leg and sighed. But, if you've got your mind plumb set on it, we'll go." He paused impressively, and shook a puggie finger to emphasize his words. "You be at the west corner of the post-office tonight at 8 o'clock, and I will agree to give you a walk that won't end 'till the last dog's hung. And bet you live you don't stay out all night."
"I'm with you, boy!" Blakey skipped his hand on the table with a great show of firmness.
"Well, lay it on the line, Bud, let's see your money. Ken, keep you out for each of us." And we went.
Things became very quiet as they settled to their work again, and there was no humming from Blakey's desk. Then some one broke the spell, and inquired of the room at large. "But what about the old lady? Will she let Blakey go?"
"What does she have to do with it?" he rapped out.
He heard the cries of "Attaboy, Blake!" "That's the way to talk!" through a sort of mental haze. Then Ken called out, "Who's boss at your house, Blake?"
"the same as is boss at yourt!" he came back, and thereafter refused to talk.
Blakey left them, anxious to escape their friendly bantering, and hurried up the long hill toward home. He had plenty of time, but he always hurried, in that nervous desire for action that characterized him. His thin black coat swung back and forth with his quick movements. He was a mind people of a perky little bird when he saw him speeding toward some trivial errand. Nothing was small or trivial in Blake's life, though not even the walk homeward.
At 5:30, as the force was gathering around lockers preparing to go home, everyone wanted to advise Blake as to the proper procedure. "Hey," he said. "We are going to him." "If you need any help, call for me."
Going over in his mind the talk at the office, he thought of his wife. He had no fears as to how the "old lady," as they called her, would take it. It was simply a point of honor, as he saw it, to let it be believed at the office that he was hepecked, that she ran the house and ordered him around. He knew that she could have done anything, the coming adventure, would say it was the only thing to do under the circumstances. Of course she would let him go.
Eight o'clock arrived. Blakey stood on the west side of the postoffice corner, worrying. He surveyed the world on four sides, but found no Crimpy. He was almost sorry he had come, when with the scream of a siren, Crimpy appeared in a bright blue roadster. He looked up to the panama with a scarlet ribbon, a rainbow tie, a pearl-grey suit, and bright tan shoes, swerved up to the curbstone, jumped out of the car, strode up to Blakey and slapped him
on the back in the accepted manner of gosh-darn-it good fellows the world over.
“Well, Bud, old boy, how goes it?” Dija away from the old lady all right? Clever old dog, you are.” He chuckled at his own乒, and climbed into the car. “Jump in, Boy.”
They drove north on the avenue and turned into the long boulevard whose lights gleamed yellow in the dusk for miles ahead. Blakey clutched tightly at the felt hat he always wore, and glanced back. "The wind. He turned, after a time, and said, 'Well, I not a back number, am I, Crimp?' "
"Danny too, Bud. It's a little early to tell." "Stay Crim," How we're going to keep busy
"Probelly. You hit it pre-cisely, Bud. But we ain't gonne ride alone."
"Who's goin' with us? Any fellows I know?" Crispmy gave him a peculiar, sidewise glance. "No, but you will, brother you. Will name. 'Em at the postoffice, same as I met you."
They drove back. At the postoffice corner Blakey saw only two brightly dressed girls leaning against the lamp post, industriously chewing gum. As they slowly circled the block, Crimp asked, "Well, Bud, whaddya think of 'em?"
"Those girls? Not much. In my day girls were not allowed to dress that way; in my day, they were."
"Can that stuff, Bud. Your day was over years ago. Those girls are Bobby and Jerry, and we've got a date for a considerable part of the evening with them."
Blakey was struck dumb. For a full minute he could not utter a word. Then he fairly spluttered in an effort to get all his angry teeth out. I told him, "Naw, sir, Crimpy Buzard, I did say anything about having girls in on this party, and I don't intend to have 'em. Flappers!"
"Scared of the old lady, Bud?
"No, I'm not scared of Ma! But I won't go,
and that's all."
They drove back in silence. This time Crimp drew up to the curb and spoke to the girls, coming forward. "Sorry, ladies, but this genuinely is not going to go." Jump out, Bad, this is your station."
Blakey opened the door and hopped out, carefully avoiding looking directly at the girls. They got in his place, and the three women stared at him, and went to the north side of the building.
Deliberately he took from his pocket a clean white handkerchief, smoothly folded as when the "old lady" had finished ironing it. Carefully he spread it out on the curbstone, patted its over it and sat down on it. He folded his arms over his knees, and with his back bent he wove his sleeves into study the stars as if they were the only thing in the universe that really mattered.
**truely** cooked stumped, a little shamed. But at last he slammed the door and called, out loud: "I'll leave you alone."
There was no answer; to all appearances Blake was counting the stars in the big dipper, and was still counting when Crimpy drove away.
As it was beginning to be daylight, in that gray time just after the street lights have been turned out, the flashy blue roadster, somewhat subdued in the morning's dimness, again drew up to the curb. Silently Crimpy got out, softly closed the door, and tip-toed
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