UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
The official paper of the University of Kansas.
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Entered as second-class, mail matter September 17, 1910, at the postoffice at Lawrence, Kansas, under the act of March 3, 1879.
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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1912
POOR RICHARD SAYS:
If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some, for he that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.
LOOKING FORWARD
The University Daily Kansan has ambitious plans, plans that when carried out, we think will make the Daily Kansan the best college daily in the United States. Our new quarters in the Medic building are still in the hands of carpenters, electricians, steamfitters and mechanicians, and the next half dozen numbers will be issued under a handicap.
Within ten days we plan to start a high-school department in which our readers will be kept in touch with the important doings of their old high schools.
The United Press Association through Professor Thorpe has offered the Daily Kansan its telegraph service and we hope to utilize it as far as it deals with news vitally interesting to college men and women.
Arrangements are now under way to establish an Intercollegiate News Association with the central office at the University of Kansas.
In this connection the Daily Kansan will undertake to get correspondents in each of the Kansas colleges and in this way keep in touch with undergraduate activities over the state.
We mention these plans because we feel that every Kanss is interested in the success of his publication because its success will reflect credit on the University.
By February first the department of journalism hopes to have its engraving plant in operation and this will allow the Daily Kansan to furnish its readers with more illustrations than is possible at present.
Have you noticed the Christmas furs? They remind one of the years when coronet braids were "the thing" in coifures, and all the girls came back from the home town wearing the hair that Santa brought.
NOW FOR BASKET-BALL.
The basket-ball team has been seriously handicapped by the lack of heating facilities for the gymnasium and when they meet the fast conference five from Nebraska next Friday and Saturday they will do so with but little preliminary practice. The game with Baker today will give Coach Hamilton his first opportunity to watch him in a game and by the time of the Cornhusker contest he can hope to have accomplished but little in choosing his team.
The variability will not present its former line-up of veterans. Only two members of the team last year are out for places and the rest of the five must be chosen from the freshmen recruits or from those who have decided to try for a position this year.
Coach Hamilton says that he has a basket-ball team that will retrieve the defeats in football. But what the team needs is support from the student body and the time is again
at hand for a manifestation of the old Kansas fighting spirit.
From all appearances the profes sors harvested their usual crop of boisterous neckties at the gladson Christmas time.
SHALL WE JOIN?
Does the University want to join the Intercollegiate Oratorical Association which is made up of all the conference schools of the Missouri Valley? Some time ago Professor Gesell, of the department of public speaking, received a communication from certain promoters of the league in which Kansas was urged to join the other schools in an oratorical contest to be held in Des Moines at the annual conference track meet in the spring.
Before the holidays a notice was printed in the Kansan asking all those who were interested in college oratory to make the fact known to Professor Gesell. Twenty men signified a desire to take up the work.
The question that now confronts the Debating Council, which has the final decision in the matter, is whether or not the University wishes to become identified with this class of forensics.
Many years ago the University belonged to a state oratorical association and those who were either students or faculty members at that time, hold up their hands in horror at the idea of the University retrograding to the old-fashioned bombastic declamation. They regard a return to college oratory as a blight upon our progress.
But there are some who find in modern college oratory something that is worthy of effort. They insist that modern oratory contains more of the argumentative essay than it does of the verbose and turgid declaration. They say that modern oratorical contests are won more on "thought and composition" than on "delivery."
The only way to arrive at a proper conclusion is to have the student body express some sentiment regarding the proposal. If enough students desire to represent their Alma Mater in oratory, Kansas should join the association.
VIEWS WITH ALARM.
The Daily Student, of Indiana University, evidently views the suggestion of Ella Flagg Young superintendent of the city schools of Chicago, with alarm. This is what it says ediatorially:
In former years, since Eden was depopulated, it has been the custom to generalize in the pronoun, using the masculine form where possible. That was in the days when a woman made no pretensions toward equality with man. The suffragett movement has had disastrous results. Now we can not generalize into Him or He or His. Ifella Flagg Young has her way, we'll be saying him'er, his'er and he'er, dividing up our old-time supremacy with the feminine gender. As a step toward recognition of the woman in other things, we denounce this new pronoun, and call on all male philologists to help stamp it out.
The Kansas school of journalism can get some gift edge advertising from the editors of the state who meet at Lawrence next spring, if it will instruct them how to keep a gas engine from bucking and how to calm a bucking subscriber—Chanute Tribune.
AN EDITORIAL BY MR. AESOP
Y an unlucky chance a Fox fell into a deep well from which he could not get out. A Goat passed by shortly afterwards, and asked the Fox what he was doing down there; the Fox, have you not? "Did I walk here, where it is going to be a area drought, so here down here in order to be sure to have water by me. Why don't you come down too?" The Goat thought well of this advice, and jumped down into the well. But the Fox immediately jumped on her back, and by putting his foot on her long horns managed to jump up to the edge of the well. "Good-bye friend," said the Fox; "remember next time."
Never trust the advice of a man in difficulties."
The Dub
By S. H. Lewis
YOU'LL never make a lawyer,
Mullins. Never."
The dean was speaking slower than usual, picking his way as if over a nasty bit of road. The path hardened before him, however, when he noticed that the verdict produced no change in the stoid attitude of the man before his desk, slowly revolving a dull cap in heavy hands.
It has been no easy matter for the dean to decide. Even at the last, he had faltered and, while Mullins waited, shifting the poise of his great frame from one foot to the other, the dean had reviewed the student's work again, referring occasionally to the little thumbed record book. As he had sat wavering, the "contracts" incident had occurred to him.
He had asked Mullins to define "contracts" in a freshman class.
"A contract is an agreement, founded upon consideration whereby two or more parties bind themselves to perform or refrain from performing certain stipulated acts, slipped back the gibl reply.
If sounded a bit too smooth to the dean.
"Do you know what that means?" he had asked.
Mullins had stammered a foolish,
"I-I-hadn't thought about that," and had retreated into his seat while the fellows ieered.
the dean had always held it funny; now it seemed significant of Mullins' entire course. "Parrot-like, parrot-like," he had declared to himself, and then, as was his wont, had come directly to the point.
"No, you'll never make a lawyer, Mullins," he repeated. "You haven't the legal mind. This is the third year I've watched your work. It puzzled me. You managed the preliminary work nicely, but I think it was because it was only the foundation of the law, the definitions and general principles. After that, there was something wrong. Your work was all memory, nothing original."
"I studied hard," he said simply.
"Ah, I know that, John," nodded the dean.
"But you haven't the stuff in you to make a lawyer. Your capacity is cramped and you can't go beyond it. No, you can't go beyond it."
The dean pressed his hand across his forehead.
"It's not his fault, poor chap," he thought to himself. "It's the crime of the blind ones at home. They try to mould their children to fit their hopes without reckoning on the kind of clay they are working with themselves plodders, they dream of doctors who would call them 'Father,' When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?"
The conference over, Mullins shambled out of the building onto the campus, passing the usual cluster of men who smoked upon the steps.
"I'm sorry, John," he said not unkindly, rising and placing his hand on Mullins' stooped shoulder, "but I'm afraid it's no use. You had better go home."
"There goes the Dub," snickered the tallest of the group. "He's a big brute. Funny he never made the team."
The man next to him took a pipe out of his mouth.
"He hasn't got the head for the game," he explained. "Coach spotted him among the freshmen a couple of years ago and made him climb into a suit. It was a month before he gave the Dub up. He's turned out every year since then, but he can't get the hang of it."
"Never forgot the first day of scrimimage," chuckled a red faced giant in a sweater. "I was playing right half on the varsity and the Dub was on the line for the scrubs. Somebody fumbled and he broke through and got the ball. Clear field in front of him, just like in the story books. But the big boob stood still hugging the thing. He said afterwards that he was waiting for the coach to tell him what to do."
The Dub seemed to feel that he had caused the laugh which sputtered at his back.
"I'd like to show 'em," he mur mured sadly, "But I guess I ain' got it in me."
When he reached his room, he lay for a long time upon the narrow bed staring sightlessly up at the ceiling It was a colorless place—all grey and black and white. The bleak walls were specked with tiny holes from which hung hollow squares outlined in dust, the ghosts of the gaudy pictures and the gay pennants of former lodgers. By the lone window stood a decrept table, shouldering a pile of books. One of these stood on an the fly leaf, revealing
a labored "John Mullins," in broad letters. An old-fashioned trunk lolled with half-open lid at the side of a dresser, which was littered with collars and bottles and brushes.
An hour passed before he lifted himself from the bed, and after stretching himself like a lazy hound, began to pack his trunk. This took but a few minutes, as he merely swept off the dresser and dumpee the books in on top.
After that, he was ready to go He had no farewell to make. In the three long years, he had made many acquaintances but no one had ever chosen him for a comrade.
Not a passenger from his town was boarded the dusty train. The Dub was glad of that. With all the pessimism of the country, they had predicted that he'd never make good Postmaster Simpson had pronounced the general sentiment when he drawled, "Well, Jawn, you may make a lawyer, but I hev' very ser'you doubts." It was hard to go back.
He rested his head back and gazed out of the window, up upon the flat stretch, green and brown, flecked here and there with lean, yellow kine. The Dub began to wonder about his own cow. "Io," he called her. A reminisce smile freshened his face as the thought of her christening clambered into his brain. Coming across the name when he studied mythology, he had appropriated it for the chalky-colored family cow. The mythology book was big and blue and fat. He bought it second-handed from Abner Hager. Abner was graduated from the high school the year before. His mother had never liked Abner.
The Dub squirmed uneasily in the red plush seat as he thought of his mother. What would she say? She would be disappointed.
Among his first vague impressions were of a time when she would lead him out into the parlor and explain to the visitors that "John was going to be a lawyer." He had obeyed her dumbly in this wish as in all her others; as he would have obeye anvone whom he trusted.
"I'd like to show her,' he whispered to himself. "But I guess I ain't got it in me."
The town was dark when he arrived. The mill had closed and he heard the familiar gasp of the boiler as he shuffled by. Everything was unchanged; the shops, with the single night lamp burning behind barred doors; the rutted streets; the homes, shapeless masses with all the grotesque of the country architecture blotted out by the kindly darkness.
His mother met him at the door with a glad "John!" She laughed happily as they embraced.
"What's the matter, John? Aren't you feeling well?" she asked anxiously.
"Nothing, mother—just a—vacation." He stumbled at the last word. He wouldn't tell her yet.
The Dub stretched out comfortably in a big squeaky chair. Nothing was altered here at home. The same crayon portraits looked coldly down from their gilt frames; between them the same yellow canary balanced itself in a white cage; the same geranium flared in motley pots by the windows; upon the scrubbed blue floor the same bits of carpet lay as symmetrically.
The mother hurried back and forth before him preparing the dinner. All through the meal she hovered about him, petting him, and overlooking his fumbled answers in the lov of having him home.
As she watched him, sh. seemed to feel that he had changed.
"But John's nearly a lawyer now," she "dabeled to herself. 'I can't expect him to be the same as before.'" A lawyer! At last a real lawyer! She tried to picture him with the dignified judge of Bard Rhodes, the head of the profession in the town. He would look handsomer than the judge, she decided proudly. There was no doubt about that. Even when he was a little boy—But what if he too, should become a judge! She had never dreamt of that before. It was not impossible, though. Of course, it would take a few years. It was not impossible, though. Of course, it would take a few years. She had read somewhere that judges were wearing purple gowns in some courts. John would appear well in purple. When he was small, she had made a suit for him of that color. Perhaps she could make John's gown herself! It would be easy if she had the pattern.
"The minister inquired about you only yesterday," she was saying aloud. "And Judge Rhodes, when he saw me at the Leader Store Friday when I bought this dress goods, said he might take you in his office when you got through."
"What's the matter, John? you aren't well. I thought so." "Let me see your tongue!"
She felt his head.
She saw him wince
"It's not that, mother." Then gathered courage, he stammered up the poor story of the failure, of the dean, of the other men. She gathered him into her arms as of old and they wept it out together.
Ah, silently. They did not talk of the future; the Dub knew there was his she old work on the farm.
For a long time they sat that way
In a little while, they kissed and went upstairs to bed. The mother cried all that night. In an adjoining room, the Dub slept quietly.
The next morning, he put on his old clothes and went out whistling to plow the north field.
He would have liked to show them; but he didn't have it in him.
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