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University Daily Kansan
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Monday, June 3, 1957
- Ad Mundi -
Our good friend Jerry, after a long inner struggle, has granted our request to write his column for the last time.
"Elrod," he quoth, his whole awkward frame trembling with keyed-up emotion, "write my last column for me." Whereupon he was beset with a thousand demons, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth.
"I haven't learned to spit," he rejoined, sticking pins in a doll
"Why do you foam at the mouth, our good friend Jerry?" we queried.
which looked very much like one of his favorite professors.
Elrod
"Do you not feel a bit of nostalgia on this, the last of your undergraduate days?" we quoth.
"Say—not so, good fellow," he came back, lightning flashing about his left ear lobe. "Twould be folly to believe that in the
that this is the best of all possible worlds."
"An original thought," we rejoined.
In this, our last undergraduate endeavor before shouldering our legendary hod of bricks to stumble down life's tortuous path, Jerry and us (the editorial first person becomes awkward at times) have dwelt in the shadows of despair, not being up to the strain of saying farethewell.
"Nothing moves the spirit like the parting of the ways," quoth our good friend Jerry, whipping his hip flask from its embossed leather holster. "Perchance, when all's said and did, we shall have brought the good news from Ghent to Aix."
"Quite so," we exhorted, hanging on his sweet words like the very thread of life itself.
"Tonight shall be our finest hour. How fine, braving four years before the mast, to be culminated by a sedate sojourn down yonder Hill. Oh Murph, where is thy diploma!" And our g. f. Jerry dashed his honorable - mention - for - the - best - Chinese - yodel loving cup post haste into the Rock Chalk Cairm.
—Elrod
We have gasped our last.
On the pampas of Argentina, the islands of the Caribbean, the forests of Central America, and in the southersmost sections of the United States, preparations for the annual bird migration can be seen in excitement-filled flocks before the annual trip home.
Yemeni farmers cultivate grains, fruits, and vegetables—along with the famous Mocha coffee -in relatively fertile upland valleys. In good years, the farmers export their surpluses.
The first Taft-Hartley Act injunction against big union was directed against the International Typographical Union in 1948.
Let's Go Succeed
Once more the education mill has ground to a halt to discharge its product.
Volume 85, chapter '57...
If you're wondering "What's to become of me?" then you're not alone. You wouldn't be normal if you weren't just a wee bit uneasy about your contribution to the welfare of the big wide world.
It is unwise to overestimate the success factor of that diploma. Graduates are forever being charged with responsibilities like they've never had before. The true test comes not tonight, but in the next ten or twenty years.
Well, we've had the course. Our generation has seen the coming and maturation of the atomic age, and a first glimpse at a future which holds much promise, but whose brightness hinges as always on the prudence of human reason.
The University is growing, both in size and reputation. We have witnessed the construction of Malott Hall, one of the best physical science plants in the nation. The case for music and dramatic arts curriculum has been enhanced with the construction of a building devoted to that purpose.
This physical growth, coupled with highly competent educators and the high esteem in which education is held in Kansas have given our class a better-than-average chance at success.
So . . . let's go succeed.
... Just Browsing ...
We promised you some three months ago that we had made our last effort to amuse our three readers in this space, but overwhelming pressure from higher powers has made it imperative that we make one more attempt. To avoid triteness, we will avoid referring to this struggle as our last gasp.
So here we are, eating our last breakfast at the dear old U. of K., and it seems like many, many years since we first set foot upon this scenic campus as a wee freshman.
(As a matter of fact, it has been many, many years, although to say how many might cast perspersions upon our intelligence. So, for want of a more accurate figure, we'll just say it's been quite a spell.)
Actually, this department represents the class of $1956^{\frac{1}{2}}$ but our loyalies still remain with—as our cheerleaders say—the Class That Can't Be Beat.
However, we were tempted to pass up the actual graduation festivities, feeling that we had done enough walking and heard enough speeches to last us for a lifetime. But when we got the word about the Senior Breakfast, that changed everything—we dropped all other plans and decided to come. After all, we feel that everyone should eat breakfast at the Union at least once during his college career, and it's been a pleasure we'd never before had time to enjoy.
All humor aside, where it's been throughout this column, it's really quite a day for the class of 57, and it's bound to be one which most of us will remember for quite a while. After all, it's not every week that you get a free aerial photo of the campus.
We promised when we began this effort that we wouldn't get into the same old rut about the Alma Mater,
Rock Chalk, wonderful memories,
etc., so we won't.
And besides, we've found from our limited trip into the outside world that those things aren't the things you remember—instead, you think of the first test you flunked, that sick feeling the day of the Western Civ test, stying up all night during final week, playing cards until 4 a.m., the first time you had one drink too many, drinking coffee in the Union instead of going to class, sleeping through your morning classes, and sitting on the grass watching the parade of the little dollies.
So there it is.
And undoubtedly, some of the members of the Class That Can't Be Beat will make it back to K.U. for some type of reunion in the future. So rejoice, all ye members of the Class That Can't Be Beat, and hold your heads high. Remember, that on each trip back to the campus, you can point with pride to that big, beautiful, bronze Jayhawker, and say: "Just look at that. MY class didn't give that to the University."
—Dick Walt
Lake Titiaca, on the border of Peru and Bolivia, is the highest navigable lake in the world. It is 138 miles long and 69 miles wide. Its altitude is 12,644 feet above sea level.
Eden Ahbez, a bearded recluse and practitioner of Yoga wrote the song "Nature Boy" which became a smash hit in 1948.
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CONGRATULATIONS SENIORS DROP BY AND SEE US WHEN YOU ARE BACK IN LAWRENCE— THANKS FOR ALL YOUR PAST PATRONAGE
Marry The Ladder
Those among you who find assurance in the old wheeze about grades not being important to later success are laboring under a misapprehension if the results of a study conducted by Richard W. Husband of Florida State University are an indication.
Dr. Husband recently sent questionnaires to his Dartmouth graduating class of 1926, asking for their incomes and estimated financial
worth. By Comparing the replies with the transcripts of the individuals, he found that those who had made higher grades were also in higher income brackets.
The blurb about the ladder of success apparently won't be much of a problem to the Phi Betes. One of our partners in crime offers an easy solution: Marry the ladder. Know any publisher's daughters?
and best wishes for your future success
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