UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN APRIL 1, 1919. UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN Official student paper of the Universit EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief...Harold R. Hall Associate Editor...Charles Slawson News Editor...Mary Samson Exchange Editor...Bela Shores P. T. Erikson Sports Editor...Geneva Hunter Sports Editor...John Montgomery BUSINESS STAFF **Adv.** Manager... Lacie McNaughton Manager... Marcus Merrill Merman... C.H. Ganong Dublin Mullins Dublin Nairn Nadine Blair Jessie Wyatt Fred Rigby Emma Myles Matthews Maryjory Roby KANASAN KS F. L. Harper Luther Haugen Charles Slawson Edgar Hollis Mary Smith Basil Church Entered as second-class mail matter September, 17, 1910, at the post office at Lawrence. Kansas, under the act of March 2, 1879. Subscription price $2.00 in advance for the first nine months of the academic year; $1.00 for a term of three months; 40 cents a month; 10 cents a month Published in the afternoon five times a week, by students in the Department of Journalism of the University of Kansas, from the press of the Department Address all communications to UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN LAWRENCE, Kansas Pionees, Bell K, U 25 and 66 The Daily Kansan aims to picture the undergraduate life of our students and also to provide further than merely pitting the news headlines against the serious problems faculty hold to play no favorities; to be clean; to be cheerful; to be charitable; to be responsible for serious problems to wiser heads; in all, to serve to the benefit of the students at the University. TUESDAY, APRIL 1, 1919. A CRITICISM ON THE TOUR NAMENT Students who attended the final game in the basketball tournament Saturday night and enjoyed the well fought enthusiastic playing and whole-hearted support of the rooters, were surprised and chagrined to find the conferring of the trophy cups to the winners was left to a person outside the University. The tournament was arranged by the University and was put on as an all-state affair by the state's University. Hence it was most fitting that the permanent memories of the meet, the trophy cups, should be given by some one authoritatively connected with the University of Kansas, either in the athletic department or elsewhere. In the absence of the manager of athletics some other person should have been chosen from the University. The most unfortunate thing about the method of conferring the cups was the opportunity it gave to representatives of Lawrence to give an alibi for the losing team. High school students are taught that an alibi is unsportsmanlike, and that excuses for defeat must be decidedly outside their habits of sportsmanship. Thus it was unfortunate that an alibi was given, unfortunate for Lawrence, because it will detract from the sportsmanship of the city in the eyes of the other high schools in the state, and unfortunate for the University because it is put in the light of sponsoring the alibi when no such intention existed. The University appreciates the fine thing Mayor Kreeck did in entertaining the high school visitors, and it appreciates the close co-operation between Lawrence and the University, but that is no reason for allowing the anti-climax of the entire tournament, put on as it was by the University, to be run by men outside the institution with so unfortunate results. MORAL--USE STRONG TOOFT PASTE Rave no more about the awfulness of our city water, for verily, a good yes, wonderful use, has been found for it. Of late the odor of the liquid has changed from that of a dirty tin can, to the threal smell of a fish just out of the water. The result has been nothing short of marvelous. Practically all the students in the University have apparently gone through the proverbial "Fountain of Youth." They now talk of the pleasant childhood days when baiting the hook and yanking the catfish from the muddy creek was the main diversion in life. The odor seems to have stimulated some innate instinct. Even Profs are looking pensive. SAVE THE GREENSWARD Ain't nature wonderful? The beauty of our campus, and the continued b扎塞vik tendencies of students to tromp across the grass, must one or the other - cease. The more fact that the student is late does not warrant a cross-cut to his class room. Our University is admirably supplied with walks, if not good roads, and if hurrying feet of students would remain in the straight and narrow path, our campus would remain the Campus Beautiful. Yet it is true that there are some short cuts that need walks, but if all the cuts that make across our campus, were made into walks, it would be a concrete campus. WILSON AT COLLEGE From a dispatch to the New York Evening Post from its Princeton correspondent. Did Woodrow Wilson, who received such an enthusiastic reception in France, ever "funk" in French during his undergraduate days at Princeton? It is rumored here that he did but, the faculty maintains a non-committal silence on the subject. Some degree of plausibility is given to the campus story by the assertion of a classmate that "Wilson refuses a close study of the English language." It was marshar his English style." "History and English literature were his favorites, but he received his lowest marks in astronomy and scientific branches," says Dean W. F., Magistrate of Wilson in the class of 1879. Wilson's mastery of English prose may be traced to his home environment. His father, the Rev Joseph R. Wilson, continued the ancient custom of reading aloud in the evenings. The young Virginian's greatest extracurriculum activity at college was his extensive reading, and one comes across this entry in the "class record," with books, "Tommy Wilson rushed to the library and took out Kantis' Kritik of Pure Reason." However, Wilson was neither a "grind" nod a "bookworm." He was manager of the football team, managing editor of The Princetonian in his senior year, and winner of a debating prize. He took an active part in the work of Wig Hall. In scholastic standing he ranked thirty-eighth 'in a class of 106 students, and had an average grade of 90.3 per cent. for the four years of study. His work was distinctly above the average, and his writings on political science are said to have shown especial merit and independence of thought. He wrote several sketches and essays at college for the Nassau Literary Magazine under the pen name "Atticus." "Tommy" Wilson was the name he was known by. All who came in contact with him during his college days testify to his democratic spirit, and the townpeople recall how he was to exchange cordial greetings. Although he attempted to abolish the upper-class club system when he became president of the university, during his graduate day he met the Alligator Eating Club, which has since gone out of existence, and seemed to be satisfied with the privileges obtained by club membership. Wilson won his first college prize on an article on "William, Earl of Chatham," in the Nassau Literary Magazine. The one great achievement of his college days which brought him considerable recognition outside the academy was Princeton with his essay, "Cabin Government in the United States." All the evidence indicates that Wilson was in every respect a normal college man with a frank and affable nature. Dean Magie says: "His spirit of fun was endless, but he had strong convictions; when he chose sides on any question he never changed." Man—That's tough! There's only one man in town who can identify me and I owe him twenty. Clerk—We can't pay you the twenty-five dollars on this money order until you are identified. AT THE LITTLE WINDOW Old Lady (to severely wounded soldier) : Poor man, have you lost your eg? Tommy (to his chum, when the old lady had departed): Bill, I'll have my other leg off before she comes next week. I might get a banana—Tit-Bits. Old Lady: Oh, poor fellow! Do have an apple! Tommy: Yes, mum. Have you a lavender soul, Or a sky blue pink soul, Or one that is carmine or cerise Or dapple gray or helltrope? It is an important question. For you must tone up Your surrounding to Match your soul. So says a prominent decorator If you have a mauve soul and you Live in a house with blue blinds You are all out of luck. And not hitting on all cylinders— Out of tune with the infinite. If you have a violet soul And spill orange marmalade Upon your checkered vest You are heavyd the reals of the au Readable Verse THE SOUL OF A MORON thetic. If you have red hair And the brush and comb set in pale blue The result is the same. Tone up your surroundings. But you can't always do that. Last night we walked home With a man who was carrying, A large, dull reel, porterhouse steak And our soul was green— And our codfish didn't taste right That evening. Mental Lapses - Columbia Spectator. FEDERAL MODEL B 418001007527 "Well, I won't surrender" —he spoke perfect English—"I'm a corps, commander, and I won't surrender to a second lienant." "No, we don't." asserted the general, and turning to the tank officer he said: "What is your rank?" "Don't be allly," replied the tank about in those pumps, a cold standing about in those pumps. "I'm a second lieutenant!" Still the old boy insisted he wouldn't surrender, whereupon the tank offi cer fired his revolver between his legs! "German