Friday, April 22. 1960 University Daily Kansan
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Shorts Liven Men's Clothes
By Lani Mortenson
The human being has long been the only member of the animal kingdom in which the male has been considered the least colorful of the species.
In the last few years a revolution has taken place in men's clothing. The brave leaders of this movement began wearing colored vests beneath the coats of their dark suits with the long pants. Now even the long trousers are being replaced by bermuda, or knee length, shorts.
The most forward of the newly-formed group can wear their bermudas to informal or formal affairs. They can stick to the drab dark colors they wore before or can emerge in bright plaid shorts.
Vests, also, have come a long way since their rather somber introduction. The college man of today can choose from many colors and fabrics. Most often chosen are plaid or checked vests made from a shiny material.
Women Notice Colors
Men aren't the only ones impressed by this radical change in clothes. The women on campus have noticed the new bright spots among the khakiied and ivy-league males in their classes
Plaid Shorts Offered
Bermuda shorts and vests are the first two steps toward the male members of the human species taking their rightful place in the animal kingdom.
REVOLUTION IN MEN'S CLOTHING-James Chism, Anthony senior, is all decked out in a pair of striped bermudas with a striped jacket. A gold vest is worn under his jacket.
Poll Shows Fact That Women Hold Grants Does Not Make Date-Seeking Men Hesitate
Four out of four scholarship hall women recently interviewed said KU men wouldn't hesitate to ask women for dates simply because they were living in a scholarship hall. But these same women said they felt men did not like to date women who were smarter than they.
Two men, who prefer to remain anonymous, agreed with the women, but declined further comment.
Lois Ragsdale, Kansas City, Kan. sophomore, said:
"Men may not ask scholarship hall women out because those women tend to have fewer get-acquainted social functions with men's housing groups. But the main reason for men's not asking certain scholarship hall women is not just because of where the women live. Miller Hall usually has about 15 social functions
a year."
Sally Atwood, Winfield freshman, said the better grades of a man's date make him feel bad, and men try to avoid the embarrassment which results.
Two other unidentified women said they had in the past heard no talk of men refusing to ask women out simply because they lived in a scholarship hall.
DALLAS, Tex. — (UPI)—The fashion industry seems determined to launch women on checkered careers this summer.
Patterned Checks Set Summer Fashion Decor
The trend to patterned checks of all sizes — scaled from one eighth of an inch to squares large enough for a checker game — reached the high point with Charles Dickey, a young designer-manufacturer in Dallas. Mr. Dickey brought out dresses with matching fringed tablecloths for the hostess who hoped for the ultimate in coordinated decor.
The checks are about the size of those a person would see on tables of sidewalk cafes abroad. Dickey, who said he dreamed up the matching sets for tun, said he was amazed at the way they were selling. He said:
"Stores in New York are snapping them up, and who ever barbecues there!"
Dickey's firm was one of 26 members of the Dallas fashion manufacturers Assn. which recently held the 10th annual Press Week for visiting reporters.
Some Remembered Budgets
The Dickey fashions retail for $30 to $75 a costume. This makes them about the highest priced in the Dallas market where the emphasis is on 'style on a budget' and on candid copying of Paris or New York innovations.
But the mass production of the adaptations pays off -- the Dallas industry does an estimated 200 million dollars in retail sales annually coast to coast.
One of the outstanding groups of dresses seen at the meetings showed the Oriental influence which has swept the whole feminine fashion industry. These were cut narrow as a sheath through the skirt but loosely fitted through the bodice. Wide kimono sleeves complete the silhouette. One costume, in a choice of solid colors from yellow to black, had the sleeves lined in a contrasting floral silk which showed three or four inches on a turned-back cuff.
Billows of Skirts Shown
One specialist in formal apparel showed voluminous skirts on ball gowns reminiscent of every movie made about the Old South. That manufacturer bragged about the "hundreds of yards" of ruffling or
Other highlights shown included the following;
Men who face wind and weather
choose the protection of...
Skin protection, that is. Great Old Spice refreshes and stimulates, guards against the loss of vital skin moisture, Feels great, too. Brisk, bracing, with that tangy Old Spice scent. It does seem to attract female admirers, but what red-blooded
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others frills which went into shaping the belle of the dance costume.
Some designers showed synthetic jersey fabrics which could be rolled into a ball in a suitcase and unpacked hours or days later without a wrinkle.
All white or black and white combinations for the torrid days were not forgotten.
Another member of the industry liked the look of white-on-white men's shirting for sleeveless and collarless daytime dresses.
COLLEGE: THE FOE OF EDUCATION
In your quest for a college degree, are you becoming a narrow specialist, or are you being educated in the broad, classical sense of the word? This question is being asked today by many serious people—including my barber, my podiatrist, and my little dog Spot—and it would be well to seek an answer.
Let us examine our souls. Are we becoming experts only in the confined area of our majors, or does our knowledge range far and wide? Do we, for example, know who fought in the battle of Salamis, or Kant's epistemology, or Planck's constant, or the voyage of the Beagle, or Palestrina's cantatas, or what Wordsworth was doing ten miles above Tintern Abbey?
If we do not, we are turning, alas, into specialists. What, then, can we do to escape this strait jacket, to broaden our vistas, lengthen our horizons, to become, in short, educated?
Well sir, the first thing we must do is throw away our curricula. Tomorrow, instead of going to the same old classes, let us try something new. Let us think of college, not as a rigid discipline, but as a kind of visit smorgasbord, with all kinds of tempting intellectual tidbits to sample and savor. Let us dive in. Let our pent-up appetites roam and snatch where they will.
"As any truly educated person knows, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Keats used to go the Widdicombe Fair every year for the poetry-writing contests and three-legged races, both of which they enjoyed wildly. Well sir, imagine their chagrin when they arrived at the Fair in 1776 and learned that Oliver Cromwell, jittery because Guy Fawkes had just invented the spinning jenny, hated canceled all public gatherings, including the Widdicombe Fair and Liverpool. Shelley was so upset that he drowned himself in the Bay of Naples, Keats went to London and became Samuel Johnson, and Wordsworth ran blindly into the forest until he collapsed in a heap ten miles above Tinterm Abbey. There he lay for several years, sobbing and kicking his little fat legs. At length, peace returned to him. He composed himself and, noticing for the first time the beauty of the forest around him, he wrote Joyce Kilmer's immortal *Trees*. And that, smartypants, is what Wordsworth was doing ten miles above Tintern Abbey." © 1960 Ma Shuimae
let us examine our souls.
And between classes we'll smoke Marlboro Cigarettes. This, let me emphasize, is not an added fillip to the broadening of our education; it is an essential. To learn to live richly and well is an important part of education, and Marlboros are an important part of living richly and well. Do you think flavor went out when filters came in? Well, ha-ha, the joke is on you. Marlboro, with its Selectrate filter, delivers flavor in full measure, flavor without stint or compromise, flavor that wrinkled care derides, flavor holding both its sides. This triumph of the tobaccoist's art comes to you in soft pack or flip-top box and can be lighted with match, lighter, candle, Welsbach mantle, or by rubbing two small Indians together.
When we have embarked on this new regimen—or, more accurately, *tack* of regimen—we will soon be studded with culture like a ham with cloves. When strangers accost us on the street and say, "What was Wordsworth doing ten miles above Tintern Abbey?" we will no longer slink away in silent abashment. We will reply loud and clear:
We will start the day with a stimulating seminar in Hittite artifacts. Then we will go over to marine biology and spend happy hour with the mollusks. Then we will open our pores by drilling with the ROTC for a spell. Then we'll go over to journalism and scramble a font of Bodoni. Then we'll go to the medical school and palpate a few spleens. Then we'll go to home economies and have lunch.
Poets and peasants alike know that if you like mildness but you don't like filters, you can't do better than Mariboro's companion cigarette—Philip Morris.