UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
Official student paper of the University of Kansas
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Entered as second-class mail matter September 17, 1910, at the post office at Lawrence, Kansas, under the act of March 3, 1879.
Published in the afternoon five times a week, by students of the University of Kansas, from the press of the Department of Journalism.
The Daily Kansan aims to picture the undergraduate students to go further than merely printing the text on paper. The university holds a playful favorites; to be clean; to be cheerful; to be charitable; to be courteous; to be sensible; to solve problems to wiser heads, in all, to serve the best of its ability the most.
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FROM THE NEW EDITOR
THURSDAY, MAY 6, 1915
As we advance in life, we learn the limits of our abilities. - Froude.
Every editor who takes charge of the Daily Kansan comes with a long-nurtured ambition to contribute his efforts toward the gradual development of the paper. He has radical plans which he hopes will solve difficulties which exist at the University. He wants to make numerous changes.
But when he finds himself given the charts, and realizes that the ship is in his care, he becomes anxious about his charge and hesitates to venture into new waters. This is the new editor's position but he hopes that it will not keep him from making the Daily Kansan a useful servant to the students of the University of Kansas.
A clean sweep on the baseball trip and someone remarked one day that it looked as though we were due for a "jittery" team.
STUDENTS' OPPORTUNITY
In the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra which played at K. U. yesterday, the ideal of what our student life should be is epitomized. Here is an aggregation of men, each specialized on his own instrument. Not a member of that organization but has spent more years in preparation for his work than any student at the University of Kansas is spending learning his chosen profession. Yet the lifetime efforts of thirty musicians, each ambitious to achieve artistic excellence were fused into harmony with the will of a leader in the concerts yesterday. Each subdued his personality whenever it conflicted with the interest of the organization yet never failed to put into his part all that he could without sacrificing to the general plan.
Here at the University of Kanaa students have an opportunity to subordinate their individual interests to the needs of the school. That opportunity was present in the election today. It will be with us while the new Student Council and school officers are adjusting themselves to their new duties.
"A large per cent of the graduating class at Princeton claim they have never been kissed."—News note. And yet some fanatics tell us to go East to college.
THAT STUDENT DAY
THAT STUDENT
That joy which is to break loose next Tuesday at Student Day when the leaders of the oppressed mount the rostrum and denounce the tyranny of professors harks back to the Italian universities of the middle ages.
in universities of the middle ages.
Those institutions, modelled after the type at Bellona, were run entirely by students. There, the undergraduate was no slave to a professional tryant. Students hired their instructors, told them how they must dress and when to have their hair cut, determined holidays and at what hours they should go to class, and required all jokes to be passed by the National Board of Censorship before being told in the class room. In those good old days students drew up quiz questions and held rallies whenever they chose.
Bit fortunately, or unfortunately, according to the point of view, professors began to league together and demand their rights. Not satisfied with getting them, they organized the German universities and usurped the students' rights. Thus we have the university based on an organization of masters as at Oxford where the joy of acting crusty toward a professor must be exercised only privately. Now about this Students' Day. K. U.'s faculty, through never-to-be-qualified generosity gives the oppressed studies one hour, sixty minutes, in which to images themselves lords of Mount Oread. This of course, is just to tease, for whatever students do, when the whistle blows it's all over and that library reading must be finished tomorrow.
But the medieval soul of every true student thrills while that happy hour is passing.
Traditions must grow but customers may be established which in time will yield more.
THE WHITE CROWS SAY:
The selection of the five most popular senior men to be announced sometime each spring is to be made an annual custom of the White Crows. These men are to be selected for all around popularity—athletic or political ability alone is not a standpoint; the number of friends to be considered the number of friends which each man has and the general school opinion regarding each.
No disparagement to the other senior men is intended by this selection for it is a difficult task to reduce the number to five, among so many men of merit. On the other hand the reward of being on such a list is but small recompense and the men have done for the good of the school. It is in this latter light that the list should be regarded.
We heard someone say yesterday that this weather was like a lumber wagon, no Spring at all, just Winter and Summer.
The White Crow is the best fite, organization in the school for the selection of such a list, being, as it is disseminated throughout the who's student body where its opinions are uninfluenced except by the general thought of the student body, for none know who is a White Crow.
The harder the drink the harder to quit, they say in other states.
This list of senior men will be given out in the near future by the posting of a placard in a conspicuous place on the campus.
George Fitch has written a love story in which the heroine subglobed the artistic hero. Fitch married a K. U. girl, you know.
The Germans are trying to forget how to speak English but if they keep on getting in front of English guns it won't be necessary.
Now if those politicians want to
behead the grass root there are
the dandelion's.
Chasing the Glooms
It is said the latest international rag will result in a globe trot.
The goal of many a small town should be to look like its post card views.
It will be a fine ad for the type-
writer used when Russia or Germany
and English were in use.
You can send a boy to school but you can't make him think.
LITTLE MASTERPIECES FROM THE THEME ROOM
"The Cheat"
The lamp light fell on the girls as they bent over their books. Papers littered the table and the floor. The room was unsteep and dirty attesting to the lack of light. A half empty sack of crackers and two partly eaten apples were on the dresser. A discarded shoe lay on its side before the half open closet door. She wore a white shirt with white sleeves. The lamplight lit up the messy scene and fell on the two girls' bent over their books. At last one leaned back and stretched her arms above the floor, long hair framing her. Her companion looked up and asked in a weary manner.
"Finished that book yet?" Let me not.
I fill this book.
"I'm lost!" Where's my note book?
I have to copy the last seven readings. I don't see how I ever
She was跑 about in the litter on, the table, frogging meanwhile.
"Say, Kathie, I'm going to stop this cramming! I have to pass that quiz, but I can't study any more. My brain is getting cloudy. I'll just stuff the stuff I am reading. What's more, I don't know a thing, I hereby announce that my mind is made up. I am going to crook through that exam. It's the only way I can ever hope to get up." "I'll and I might as well own up."
"But Helen, you can't! That would be awful! Where did you say your notes were? What if you were caught? I just have to have those notes. Where are they? And besides, cheating is terribly wrong!"
“Well I don't care!” I've loafed all term or I wouldn't be cramming now. It was wrong to loaf and I guess one time it would be so much, so very much. And you needn't be so scandalized. Aren't you copying my notes just as fast, as you can scribble? If that isn't cooking, what is? If that isn't your own work and not that cheating?"
Helen rose and left Katie looking grieved, as she copied the notes. Kathie would be shocked and grieved, over her turbulent room mate, but it did not stop her from getting all that she could from her mother. She knew the fact that she had never "rooled" in her life. Her pious soul was shocked at the rash statement of Helen and she intended to talk to her as soon as she had finished the notes. Helen came back pretty soon and announced her intention of retiring as soon as she got married. She sat back the back of her quiz book. Kathie watched her in grieved silence as she scribbled the close written sheets.
by Maureen McKernan
The next morning both girls went to class, with no preliminary discussion about Helen's cheating. Seated in the back row, the two girls read the questions and answered them. It was as they feared. Between them they could scarcely hope to pass the examination. Kathie, knowing that her note book, with the aid that she had received from Helen's, would probably be worth at least a ninety grade, hope that she could manage to pass the examination, because the average would pass the course. Helen on the other hand, having decided to cheat her way through the quiz, hesitated not a moment, but plunged in the "pony" sheets displayed before her. Kathie looked shocked, shook her head, saying that Helen was determined to cheat, about her own examination.
The two girls worked along, but Katie finished first, and went out into the hall to wait for her roommate. She looked in quizzes she had her paper, folded it with a sigh of satisfaction, handed it in, wadding the "crook" sheets into her pocket before going back home to deliver theses of relief, she went out into the hall to meet her roommate.
Pandora's Box
Oh the whispers and the nudges, and the smiles that go around in the Kansas office preparatory to an elec- tric lecture at the school where heretofore has given you unkind words and slams and torn your feeble efforts all to pieces now greets you with a cheerful grin when you tell him that have story ready for him in time.
And the Man you always hate because he thinks he knows more than you—and on the sky, he really does—now suddenly grows humble and tells you that that sure was some story you had in last night. You know it wasn't as good as his, but you don't tell him so.
You keep wondering all the time what it is about, especially when they catch up with you and walk over to the basin, and take you to the picture show.
But the secret finally leaks out when, in stuttering words they ask you to vote for Mr. So and So for business manager. If you are wise you won't promise any one, and then attention continues you but when you are cinched—bang, you are dropped like a hot cake.
"Wel, what did you think of it?" Kathie greeted her. "Wasn't it hard to get into the club? Don't don't see why I didn't cheat too. You got away so easy, and you'll get a grand grade, while I most likely have flunked. You just see if I don't cheat
Helen stopped and looked at her friend a moment, a puzzled, startled expression upon her face. The class room behind them was now empty, the curtain fluttered and door, the old professor as he gathered up the examination books. Helen shifted her gaze to the professor and then out of the window. Suddenly, with a quirk of her shoulders she history professor and could say:
"Professor Cardiff," I cheated through this quiz. Here are my points for you: I love to see how much my paper and see how much I really do or do not know. You will be able to see just what I copied as I did it word, for word, wherever I went.
And after the election, they hardly speak to you at all—when they find it funny.
Not waiting to look at her astonished professor, she stalked from the room, past the speeches Kathie, and ran down the stairs.
TIGER STUDES WORRY POLICE
Hike in
Hike on
like these Missouri watch dogs
Have Tributions A plenty
University Mississippi—"The Trials and Tribulations of a College-Town Copper" is the title of a book that might be written from the experiences of Patrolman Charles Mitchell and J. L. Whitesides, chief of police. "Mitch," as the form of the names of the last twenty years, is the oldest in point of service. Chief Whitesides has served for nearly thirteen years.
"Students are changing all the time," said Mitchell the older day. "We've been with the boys. These days are mild compared with the days of the saloon. "No, we never have had any big student battles here in town. In Roper's year they were the best at the Star Theater, but that was the last of the theater-rushing. Occasionally we had to interfere in the old 'back-stop'ights but the combatants were generally tired out by the time we got there. I have seen some of them with scared clothes on at the finish of the fight.
"About twenty years ago some students led a 'fast life.' We used to hear tales of midnight wine-suppers that must have cost enough to put a
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student through $n$ year's schooling now.
"But there is a different feeling between students and townpeople now. They seem to understand each other as well, but there was a parade in celebration of a football victory we were bothered with prospects of a fight. Now we find that the people in town often take advantage of their liking for the University."
"No, the students don't offer a problem for us now," said Chief Whitides. "Our chief difficulty now in lies other parts of the town. Columbia's greatest problem at present is furnished by the negroes."
"I think that 'chi-chi-ing' will be entirely out of the University life in another year or two. I notice it lessen each year. Time was when the
sophomores would bring their victims down on Broadway and hod'd up traffic with their pole-climbing stunts. We had to put a stop to that. Since they have confined themselves to the campus our troubles are about over."
“Get away from here or I’ll call my husband,” threatened the hard-faced woman who had just refused the tramp some food.
"How do you know?" asked the woman.
"Oh, no, you won't" replied the trump. "beame he ain't home."
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"Because," answered the man as he sidled toward the gate, "a man who marries a woman like you is home at meat times." -Dallas News.
An Expanding Vocation
that merits the investigation of the high school student who is attracted towards science is that of
Chemical Engineering
The demand for experts in this line is as keen as the desire of manufacturers for better processes and for the utilization of by-products.
The pecuniary rewards include both large salaries and liberal percentages of the saving which the chemist brings about.
The course in the University is complete, and after the necessary practical experience and work in research, leads to the degree of chemical engineer.
Address Vocation Editor
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