UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Official student paper of the University
TORONTAL N.Y. 12345
JCOS C. MAPLE
LYONS HABBEP
LYNCH HABBEP
MURRAY HABBEP
FORD B. HABBEP
LANDAH LATHB
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BRENNER STATE MISSION
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JOE BRYNE Executive Vice President
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SAM DEGNEN
JOHN BADGER
MICHAEL BROWN
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J. A. GREENLEER
GILBERT ADVANCE
J. A. GREENLEER
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GUIY SCHWIRNER
LARRY HAYDEN
RICHARD HILDREN
RAY CAIGLER
JOHN KERSWAN
JOHN SMITH
CHARLES S. STURTAVEW
GILBERT CLATTON
JOHN BOWMAN
RONALD E. TOLKINS
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The Daily Kansan aims to picture the lives of people in Kansas to go further than merely printing the news by standing for the ideas and opinions of those men and women; to be clean; to be cheerful; to be kind; to be honest; to be more serious problems to utter heads; to be more aware of its ability to influence the students of the University.
THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 1914
BULLETIN BOARDS
"Character,—a reserved force which acts directly by presence and without means."—Emerson.
Now that the card posting evil has been abolished, and Adams street has been cleaned up, it is fitting that some place be provided for the posting of advertising cards.
Bulletin boards should be erected at suitable points on the student approaches. It is extravagant as well as unnecessary to post cards on every tree and post on Adams street and Oread avenue. It will suffice to erect boards at the intersection of Adams and Oread, Adams and Tennessee, and Oread and Lee, say, and at one or two places on the campus.
BASEBALL
The same advertising results will then be had in a much more atractive manner. Here is a chance for the Men's Student Council to do some more constructive work, and to make a decided improvement over present conditions.
After all has been said about football, and basketball, and tennis, and golf, perhaps, and even soccer, and beg pardon, handball there still remains but one pre-eminent sport —baseball. As old "Well-Well" used to say, "Ain't she the grand old game."
EXIT, SMOKING
Any doubt, any question, any uncertainty as to the scope of the no-smoking rule of the Board ef Administration is no longer valid.
Without frills or embellishments the president of the Board of Administration says it is all-inclusive and that anyone, not merely students, who violates the rule—but that is as far as he goes.
There's one thing certain. When a regulation stopping smoking in buildings and on the steps to buildings is started the only thing to do is to make it universal; and evidently this has been the intention of our Board all the time.
THE REAL THING
One of the obstacles which the "hash-house" baseball management continually bumped against last spring was the need of grounds. Woodland Park was turned over to them, "when not otherwise used," and the freshman diamond was likewise called into use.
Two grounds, however, were not enough for a dozen or so teams and the plan proposed yesterday by Dr. Naismith is indeed timely.
The "half dozen well graded baseball diamonds" to the south of the gymnasium will bring teams together will enable officials to work at immediately successive games, and will also allow use of the gymnasium.
TO HARRY KEMP
By Willard A. Wattles, '09 g '11.
Amherst. Mass. Feb. 25. 1914.
Dear Kansas,
I don't doubt you think its rather intimate
For me to write a letter to so dignified a State
And send the second shipment of Epistles from the East
To round about two million Jayhawks at the very least,
have quite eighty thousand climes
And have sent from Massachusetts quite a cannonade of rhymes.
Till I reckon you grow weary of my oft-repeated tunes
All about the plains of Kansas and the blaze of August noons.
There's no poetry in August when the sweat runs down your back
And you feel the hot winds sizzle till they burn your whiskers black,
When it seems as if your pitch-fork had been dipped in melted lead
And you feel the cold wind chills through your mouth
And you flounder in the barges choked with flying chaff and dirt
While the wheat-bears grow familiar through your salt and suppy shin
Then you'd like to kill the poet who slops over at the mouth. When the gentle August zephyres come hell-blazing from the south; You would like to set him pumping when the wind-mill wheel is dead And you have to furnish water for your thirsty thirty hundred-head; When you slice your heaving porkers with cold buckets all day long You could massacre the minstrel who would set the thing in song. And the sunflower! There's another little rift within the lute, Ali about her golden bonnet and her saucy gypsy suit. She's no queen in Lincoln kirtle, delicate and shyly made. But a pert and flippant baggage, rank and shameless, watch the jade!
Shouldering aside the corn-stalk's exquisite and slender grace.
She the brazier hoden flaunting all her colors in her face.
Or when Winter strips her fleshless, see her gaunt and twisted, stand
Scattering a witchie's harvest over all the blasted land.
Yes, I know that chinch-bugs clamper up the spiky heads of wheat
And I know they leave destruction where they set their musty feet;
Iqhave seen the corn-rows wither in one sunny, summer day
When those gray invading squadrons set their columns under way:
First, the wheat forgets to kernel; then the dumb and helpless corn,
Limply yielding without quarter where those tiny teeth have shorn.
And there isn't much of beauty in a broken-hearted field
Where you scarce can find a nubbin that the chinch-bugs haven't peele
But I wonder if the beauty some Byronic poet speaks
Is as real as the beauty underlying common things,
And I wonder if in Kansas where we wrestle with distress
a sadder but a better situation?
Epic fields have brandished armor to the challenge of the sun
And the feet of charging squadrons over leaning wheat-fields run;
Mighty ships of portly burden lumber through the summer sky
And the thunder of armadas speaks in heaven's artillery;
Cloudy summers crowned with glory lift their sacred Alpine snow
and have flamed back into fire like his repose;
Then the stars shine through the splendor that has lingered in the west
And you hear a drowsy night-bird twitter from a hidden nest.
There you have it! Well, I wonder, is it worth my while to try
Just to put it down on paper when you have as keen an eye.
And I know that back in Kansas men are living what I write
And see the things I say here, only with a clearer sight?
Yet, there was a man who showed you all of Kansas' lovefulness,
And he came among you barefoot in a strange, unlovely dress,
And he made a creature called the John Baptist,
Like a John the Baptist, maybe, every word a fresh surprise,
And you couldn't understand him, for he shocked you—didn't he?
And he sometimes spoke in cuss-words and not always tactfully.
Just a wanderer from heaven who had plumbed the depths of hell.
One who looked upon such visions as he would not dare to tell.
But you felt when you were with him he had wined beneath the brand.
Then you laughed and called "eccentric" what you couldn't understand.
Then you picked up a pace pocket and smiled at him.
Till you glimpsed the red volcano underneath the veiling smoke,
And his flail of words fell stinging on a Pharisic back,
For he found the tender poses with a most uncanny knack.
Was that why when he had left you for his summer Paradise
Where he tasted bitter apples that he dreamed so rare a prize.
That the goodly people gathered all the briststone of the Lord
And with holy indignation guarded Eden with a sword?
John the Baptist has a mission when he sticks to curds and whey
Eut he'd best be rather careful when he chums with Salome.
And there's nothing folks like better when their hearts are black within
Than to ferret out a neighbor and to megaphone his sin.
I don't say it's noble labor to eat apples by the quart Of the kind that grow in Eden, for there is a better sort. But I'd like to ask the people who have had such dirt to fling If they never hankered after just a little appling? I have walked along the highway long enough to know that men Like to wriggle through the hedge-rows into Edens now and then. Then perhaps some braver poacher walks in boldly by the gate And they raise a holy hubbob o'er the fallen bellate.
Harry Kemp is not an angel, never spruced crown or wing; but there is a second party when it comes to Edening; And I've heard of Don Quixotes charging to a damselfly's aid, ignorant till all was over how the puppet had been played. The little titan would have exclaimed: "Would explain this Ardent-Eden in a manner whirled refine. I have kept my head-piece bolted since the whirlwind hit the camp. And have read with some amusement all about the "shameless tramp." Every little cub-reporter who had heard him tear his hair Wrote remunerative "features" emphasizing "I was there," and I've heard from older friends that I had fallen Harry and the blunder he has made; Then I looked at Harry's letters written in his rugged hand. And I blessed the holy elders horrified in Kansas-land.
Had they known him as I knew him since that memorable day When he drifted into Horace where we read of Socrate. And he scanned the rare Alcaicus with such tenderness and grace That we half forgot the havc that was written on his face? Later in the day I saw him in that haven, half-divine Where Carruth, the friend of dreamers, kept his white and stainless shrine From the altar of his hearth-stone what a gracious warm he shed To the lonely and the homeless, when they wandered warried!
Harry Kemp, the hobo poet, quotes lines from Aeschylius,
Bringing flaming fire from heaven like a new Prometheus,
Teaching country boys the beauty of the epic-rolling plain
When the dusky shadows ripple over heavy-headed grain,
Turning agility to wonder, finding in a meadow-lark
All the lyric curlew's rapture thrilling through the Irish dark,—
Sang of aeroplanes and reapers, and the thresher's mighty fan,
Found as poems in the heavens, Sirius and Aldebran.
Yes, we sometimes caught some echoes, Ware and Whitman and Carruth And a touch of Blake and Thompson, Keats and Shelley in their youth, And you sometimes felt a fancy, like a lonely eifn child, Creeping in with minor cadence from the strains of Oscar Wilde; But he breathed the wind of Kansas and he felt the tingling sun And he showed us lowly beauty where the highwayways run. All the hidden springs of wonder that we never dreamed were there. Till he came to point them to us with the star-dust in his hair. He had found a flaming vision 'neath the sunny Kansas sky And he woke a land to beauty and a State to poetry.
Only just this spring I saw him, Eliot Porter, and John Shea,
And we had our lunch together in a little French café;
When he left us to go marching in the suffragette parade
When the vast throat of Manhattan cheered the women's last crusade.
Through Times Square we saw him dodge it past the honking limousines
Fill he reached the subway entrance by a stand of magazines;
Then he lifted hand and waved us through the intervening space,
Harry Kemp, the hatless hobo, with the sunlight on his face,
Harry Kemp, our Don Quixote, who has sounded the advance
and set against the mighty mills his lyric-pointed lance.
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