APRIL 9,1918 UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Official student paper of the University EDITORIAL STAFF Vivian Sturgeon ... Editor-in-chief Mary Shore ... Associate Mary Smith ... News Editor Howard Morgan ... P.T. Editor Alice Tole ... Editor Margery Jolyb ... War Editor DUTINESS STATE Business STRESS Fred Righty Business Mgr Wayne Wilson Assistant NEWS STAFF Harry Morgan Wilson Cole Dorothy Cols Roger Triplett Jayne Hagen (Luther Hangen) Sandra Hagan Herman Hangen Nicolas Wear Millard Wear Floyd Hockenhill Alice Howby Subscription price $2.00 per year in advance; one term, $1.75. Entered as second-class mail matter transferred to Lawrence, under the act of surrender of Published in the afternoon, five times a week, by the State Department of Kansas, from the press of the Dept. of State. Address all communications to UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Lawrence, Kansas Phones, Bell K. U. 25 and 66. The Daffy Kansan aims to pick up the student's interest in the University of Kansas; to go further than merely printing the news by bringing for the deans the University hoops team to be clean; to be cheerful; to be charitable; to be courageous; to be smart; to be wiser heads; in all, to serve to the students the students of the University. TUESDAY, APRIL 9, 1918 BRING THEM IN How do the students who take books from the University libraries and selfishly keep them for days or even months while a whole class waits and searches in vain for a necessary reference, square their conduct with their consciences? Contrary perhaps to expectations the students most guilty of this abuse of public library facilities are as a rule those most scrupulously upright in other respects. Taking a book surreptitiously at the expense of a whole class when the class is perhaps dependent upon just that one copy is more than inconsiderate, it is vandalism. Only those who have suffered from this gross selfishness in others can appreciate fully the annoyance suffered by the student-body each year from the regular percentage of offenders. University librarians are able to track down missing copies, but being more inclined to mercy than justice they have so far refrained from making any cases public. It would be interesting to know just what brand of moral sothing sirup that students who make a practice of abusing their library privileges take to ease off their consciences. What their consciences really need is a purgative. They can administer it themselves without the assistance of the librarian. Their chief cause for extended delinquency lies in their share to appear with the book after so many days and then more and more days. Just coming in and telling the truth would houseclean their souls. No excuses—no promises—just the truth. In an effort to save shoe leather, Texans are organizing barefoot clubs. To date Kansans have expressed no intention of saving their soles in any such manner. HEAD.—YES.—BUT LEGS! Editorial writers, a group all to themselves, ready to spurt ink on provocation, professionally committed to deliver printed columns by the yard—are a bane, are on the sidetrack of journalism with the switches locked a both ends and the rails rinsed in between. That is what Fred L. Trigg told an informal group of novitiate editors yesterday afternoon as he talked with them plainly across a common table to which all had drawn up chairs with him. He has been writing editorials as they were absolutely necessary ever since the late Col. Nelson told him and the rest of the old crew that sailed under the Star's flag that the editorial page was not per measurement but according to what was worth writing what would ring the bell when you rought down the hammer. "If the day comes that the dispatches bring nothing worth editorial commentary," the colonel once said to Mr. Trigg, "and if there is nothing specifically in particular to talk about,—why we'll just say this simple truth in a paragraph at the top of the first editorial column and be honest and not write anything below at all." The empty day has never come. And so long as things are as they are and so long as it is not a settled fact that no better way of living and doing can be found, that empty day never will come. There is something to write about and the only trouble is that heady, top-heavy, self-opinionated formally nominated "editors" are too much lost in their own biased, partisan, extremely personal little odds and ends that they are trying to ram down people's throats that they never hit within the large-gness and power of really big things. Fred L. Trigg writes an editorial when he wants to, when his heart is behind it—and his is a big heart that is right with the common folks. He does not try to tell them what's what. He has a head; he can interpret news and conditions and facts; he also has legs that carry him out among men who wear overalls and swing picks, and among sensible women who hang out their own washings and take care of their own young-ones. He finds out what they are all thinking and feeling and wanting. They differ here and there, and in some points they desire to be set right or to be informed, or to be convinced. They are open-minded. Because he is, and because he has listened, they are ready to listen to him. The Star would do well to have the Trigg editorials signed. Many people know them well without any signature—it's the surest one to reach the heart with its sincerity, the surest one to state the plain truth with patience and yet with no dodging an inevitable issue. But for the rest—let them know always when Col. Nelson's old right-hand man is behind the idea and the sentiment. Let them feel in him the additional carrying power of his words. He walks among them. His head—yes and it has the right balance and it is in direct contact with his heart—but his legs—they carry him right up to every last man and woman who thinks and has a right to be heard because of thinking. He is the watchman. He is not an "editorial writer." He is the champion of the person who pays ten cents a week for the old Star and the ever-lasting Star. Wheatless strawberry shortcake is a luxury our forefathers escaped. LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT A visitor was walking on the campus. A party of girls came down the sidewalk. One girl was talking and laughing in lecture room tones, entirely too loud for good taste. She made the party seem noisy. It was a trifle, yet those tones lingered among his impressions of the University. Kansas has proved as fertile a field for bucolic drama as any Maine village in "Naughty, Naughty" a distinct achievement in the field of screen comedy. Kansas movie fans must curb their impatience until the picture attains the historically advertising perfection of 100 continuous successful nights on Broadway. How much more "Hold that Line" means to us since that terrific fight of last week when the allied team held back the boches. FOUR MILESTONES IN LIFE 1. Blainey Stone. 2. Moontone. 3. Grindstone. 4. Moonstone. Have you ENLISTED in the Army of Sauvays. Buy War-Savings Stamps! —Life. Ask "Roomy" She Will Answer Anything Thrice a Week Right Here Call Write, THE KANAN A letter come to the Kansan office yesterday that necessitated the creation of a new department and almost the creation of a person to fill the long bise chair of that department. The person has been found and is modestly willing and herewil begins labors—on that letter. Call, Write, or Phone THE KANSAN Now that letter dealt with something personal. A girl wanted to know what to do in a Pullman sleepee when the shades of night begin to fall. She has always travelled by day between a place called Balboa and Lawrence, and when she goes to St. Louis next Friday she will incidentally see Kansas City, Mo., for the first time. She will see at least the under-union station for the second time when she comes back. This is not any discredit to Balboa, for without any further offense to K. C. Mo., it isn't at all essential to human edification to be familiar with the so-called Gateway of the West, and it is sometimes considerably safer and healthier to stay west of the gateway. But in the sleeper—the steel vacuum-cleaned fold-up and put in your grip convenient sleeper., why child-alive, do as the others do. That's easy. Don't kneel by the berth for your "Now I Lay Me" but say it all to yourself in the secluded privacy of your upper box under the ventilator. The porter will get around to your section last and you must stand at the hise, seize swaying curtain and hold with the movement of the train while he hauls out the pure laundered linen and makes a sanitary bed. No police station in the country can beat the Pullman Company in bed-making. When the porter has done his task, don't ask him to boost you up. Just tell him to fetch the step-ladder and hold it while you climb. Dive from the top step, but dive short and shallow like a dated conversation at K. U. Fasten the green curtains—loop the buttons—and don't forget to slip a boudre cap over your hair if you don't want to lok like a Circassian beauty in the morning. It will be hard to get out of your shoes, but you must if you want them blackened by the porter during the long hours of the night thumping itself out on the rythmic rail joints. You will ultimately, but if you don't bank it, but if you don't head when the train stops for water or worse, for you're to be traveling through Missouri. Oh—the net is not a doll's hammock, but a receptacle for clothes. There is a coathanger suspended from the roof. And put money and valuables where nobody would think of looking for them. Don't jump down in the morning. And don't yell for the porter or you might wake up late sleepers. Push the little button next your nook as soon as you are sufficiently presentable; he'll come; tell him the steps again. When you get off the train slip him, a quarter. His name is Gawge; he is recurrent; and he has a terrible memory. Don't forget—just twenty-five cents. That's all, dear. Write again. TRAITORS THREE BY CLEMENT WOOD. Judas and Arnold and Kaiser Bill Sat and talked on a brimstone hill. Roomy "I," said Judas, "I sold my Lord To murderers for a cash reward." Everyone ta]ked of my deed then." "And I," said Arnold, "betrayed my men; The Kaiser spoke, "Why, boys, broke "Betrayed them, man and woman and child, A sacred treaty with peaceful folk; "The remnant I work in armament town To be shot and massacred and defiled. CLASSIFIED ADVERTISEMENTS At shells to shoot their brothers down." An envious thrill through the dead heart flow "What a traitor you are!" said the other two.-Current Opinion. Kaiser Bill: Ach, Fritz, How I lof youlr I could kill von million more like you. German People: You flatter me mit such an honor ___. —Life. For Rent For Sale Leased Found Help Wanted Woman Wanted “What is the height of familiarity?” "To tell your roommate when you receive your monthly check."—Record. Telephone K. U. 66 Or call at Daily Kansas Business Office Classified Advertising Rates Classified Advertising Rates Minimum charge, one insertion, 35c; twenty-five insertions, 35c; five insertions, 50c; Fifteen to twenty-five words, one insertion, 50c; twenty-five words, two insertions, 50c; five insertions, 75c. Twenty- 五 insertions, 100c. first insertion, one-half cent a word each additional insertion. Card rates given upon application. FOR SALE- Thoroughly modern 6 room bungalow, hot air, coal furnace, large garage. Bargain for cash. Within easy walking distance of town and University. Call 2785 or address A, Kansan. 124-5-105 FOUND-Lady's K. U. Silver Ring. Phone 1072 - Miss Resse. 837 Tenn. Nettie LOST - Jewelled Phi Gam pin. Return to Kansan office. 32.2-1*4-9 PROFESSIONAL DRL. DR-LUF—Eye, Ear, Note and glass work guaranteed. Dick Building. LAWRENCE OPTICAL CO. (418) 635-2070 LAWRENCE OPTICAL CO. (418) 635-2070 (*examined*: glass lens turned. *unexamined*: glass lens turned. DR. H. REDING - F. A. U. Building. DR. H. REDING - F. A. U. Building. Bites, Hours 9 to 5, Phone 513. Hours 9 to 5, Phone 513. JOB. PRINTING—B. H. DALE, 1027 Mass. St., Phone 228. G. W. JONES, A. M. M. D., Diseases of the stomach, surgery and gynecology. U. Hugh. Residence and hospital. 1201 Otte St. Both phones. 35. KEELEE BOOK STORE - Quiz books artists' materials, drawing supplies. Pictures and picture framing. Agency mond and typewriters. 935 Mass. Street. A Fresh Shipment of MARTHA WASHINGTON CANDIES University Book Store 803 Mass. St. World almanacs for 1918 have arrived PLAY BALL! Base ball outfittings and athletic supplies for every sport. The Athletic Store of Lawrence KENNEDY & ERNST 826.MASS. ST. The Other Day A Young Lady Lost A Pin- Probably It Meant A Good Deal To Her For Many Reasons. Anyway It's Greenback Value Was Twenty-Five "Beans." And This Young Lady Being Wise And Wanting To Find Said Pin—— At Once "Put In" A KANSAN Lost Ad. One Hour After The Paper Came Off Press, She'd Located The Pin-All Through This Twenty-Five Cent Lost Ad. Good Business— Wouldn't You Say So? If you've lost something, found something or want to rent or sell something—Telephone K. U. 66. After You Buy a Liberty Bond— Buy Your Tickets to the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra Concerts Emil Oberhoffer, Conductor. Five Noted Soloists. Carl A. Preyer, Pianist; Christine Schutz, Contralto; Allen McQuhae, Tenor; Richard Czerwonky, Violinist; Cornelius Van Vliet, Cellist. MONDAY, APRIL 22, 2:30 P. M. AND 8:00 P. M. IN TWO WONDERFUL CONCERTS Tickets admitting to main floor, both concerts ...$1.50 Tickets admitting to gallery, both concerts ...$1.25 Single Admissions . $1.00 Now on sale at Registrar's Office and Round Corner Drug Store.