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THE RED AND BLACK Page Fir# Evidently the editorial writer of The Daily Nebraskan thinks very little of the intelligence of some of the eo-eds at the University of Xe-1 hraska: The city of Lincoln is considering a curfew law which provides that: “children under the age of fifteen shall be off the streets and out of public places at 9 p. m. during the summer months and 8 p. m. during the school year.” Child prodigies in college should not be included in fhis rule—if the University of Nebraska boasts any such specimens. But there is a simple way to rem edy this defect in the curfew rule. Make it apply only tt people with the mind of a child under fifteen years of age. Even this rule would be unsatis factory, however, because too many University co-eds would be kept home after 8 o’clock. The Davidsonian, Davidson Col lege, describes the new system for fraternity meetings adopted at Duke University: By order of the Pan-Hellenic coun cil, all fraternities at Duke will have Monday night as the time for regular meetings, and all other meetings, that have formerly been held on that night will be changed. This decision has been reached to clear up conflicts which many of the fraternity meetings caused with other meetings. Under the plan as adopted there will be no conflicts In either social or honorary fraternity meetings. The fraternities which come under this regulation are: Phi Delta, Sigma Chi, Kappa Sigma, Alpha Tau Omega, Kappa Alpha, Chi Tau, Sigma Phi Epsilon, Lambda Chi Alpha, Delta Sigma Phi, Pi Kappa Phi. EDEN, by Murra.v Sheehan. E. 1*. Dutton & Co. Presumptuous man again tampers with the first work of God. Result, a novel—though there ought to be a law against over-working child- laborers and subjects for novels. MY LIFE IN ADVERTISING, by Claude C. Hopkins. Harper. The author believes it pays to ad vertise—even to advertising adver tising. MANNERS, by Helen Durham. E. P. Dutton & Co. What’s wrong - with-this-picture after the manner of One Who Knows. LITERARY BLASPHEMIES, by Er nest Hoyd. Harper. Essays which tumble some liter ary gods from their pedestals. AS I KNEW THEM—FROM GRANT TO COOLIDGE, by Henry L. Stoddard. Harper. Lives of great men all remind us, We could write best-sellers too, If we’d put in their life stories Lots of things they didn’t do. CALL IT A DAY, by Diana Patrick. E. P. Dutton & Co. Work or marriage? Name your poison. Melton s Grades Weren ’t So Hot, Scuttle Reveals Jimmy Melton, now chemistry in structor in the University, made his mark while in college—and doubt less left his marks on the women’s dormitory as well. But a question for a Sherlock—how did the un opened 1924 final term report of one J. D. Melton find its way into the coal scuttle of one of the rooms of the Sophomore house four years later? On Thursday night, a co-ed, cold, for some reason, started to put some coal on her tire. An unopened en velope in the coal scuttle gave her a chance to exercise her woman’s prerogative of satisfying her curios ity. She opened it—saw the 1924 marks of her chemistry instructor— and decided that he IS human, after all. Some of them were pretty good marks—some were pretty bad—some were incomplete. And she was sur prised to find that he was not even taking chemistry. The postmark of the envelope was Athens, 1924. It was returned to the registrar, unclaimed at the ad dress to which it went. How did it get in the co-ed’s coal scuttle? She decided to follow up the clue. Down to the coal house she went, poking into the coal dust of the ages, and found an old bundle of un opened mail, returned to the regis trar—final reports whose absences from the parental hearth gave re spite to many a quaking heart in the olden days when parents cared whether or not their sons passed. The Sophomore house was the Chancellor’s residence until last year. Probably that explains the presence of the reports in the coal house. Nothing can explain the marks. Senior Produces Good Excuse In Late Registering Excuses for late registration are always many and varied, but seldom acceptable. Dr. Sanford is deluged with them about this season of the year, and is of necessity either irri tated or amused. According to au thorities, it’s hard to find a suffi cient excuse nowadays. B. B. McAfee, senior, registered late this term. "Dr. Sanford, what’s a good excuse for late registration?” he wanted to know. Dr. Sanford gently expressed the opinion that there was no such thing, a’nd made ready to receive the check. He got a different kind. Mr. McAfee produced an excuse that even Mr. Dudley had to admit was a good one. Dr. Sanford termed it the only original excuse he’d ever heard on the subject. Mr. McAfee got a wife for Christ mas. NOTES OX CURRENT FASHIONS: MASCULINE Evening trousers are cut high, with pleats in front and plenty of room it the knee. They taper to a slight break over the shoe top. The Jewel ry is restrained and severe in de sign. Colored stones are not favored or evening wear by university men. . art . ROM The Official OtG&n. K. I 3 ., the office goat, opines that as Christmas presents, dainty crepe de rhinne handkerchiefs aren’t to be sneezed at. The Red and Black did not appear last week. We were having the of ficial organ tuned. This Week's Fairy Tale: "ALL students must be registered by 5 P. M., Tuesday, January 3.” One good thing rain can’t effect the outcome of the basketball games with Tech. Seen on a drunkard’s grave: “Still —under the weather.” This is Leap Year, co-eds. One word of advice: Look before you leap! Library Becomes Favorite Social Spot for Co-eds (lly Guy C. Hamilton) Seashells have a roaring sound, but they don’t hold a candle to the noises, of small and large, thin and deep volume, which issue from the walls of the library, and especially from the most secluded nooks. Noises that stop only when the librarian is nearby, and which start again as soon as she passes out. There are loud noises, such as the dropping of an encyclopedia; there are soft noises, "Now what are you trying to do?" There are noises which even Dr. Edwards wouldn’t •lassify as language, but which have distinct meaning nevertheless. “The hateful thing wouldn’t tell me.” “O tee-hee-hell!” “Gimme some peanuts.” “Got your lesson?” For be it known that the library 's the only meeting place on the campus where old friends can get to gether, where co-eds can meet the answers to their prayers—or curses -and where Mabel can tell Gertie all about “it.” Is it made use of? It is. The pop-corn and candy flourishes, and the billing, cooing, giggling and griping still go on. VOTES ON CURRENT FASHIONS: MASOULIX E Perhaps the most interesting news concerning evening clothes is that a number of college men are begin ning to turn to the tail coat for wear at dances. Tail coats have been seen in appreciable numbers on under- caduates at Eastern college dances nd at other parties attended by the a me young men. There is no ques tion that the tail coat is suitable and roper for any large dance, and it will me seen more and more at col- ege social affairs. Georgia Men Are Blamed as Lucy Belle Stays Hid (Ity John li. Hill) Authorities have blamed the Uni-, versity of Georgia men for a crime committed during the period of ex aminations before Christmas — a crime that may have suggested the recent wave of kidnapping that has swept the country. A Lucy Cobb Belle, lias strayed, or has been stolen from her lair, and this news is ringing in the ears of the Athenians. Has anybody seen her? The description was very difficult to obtnin, but it is known that she is quite round and short and very noisy, and as beautiful as most of her kind, quite possibly. All this is the result of a cold night when a group of men from a certain fraternity here were coerced into calling upon Lucy Cobb insti tute, local home for Indigent young ladies. They decided not to go, but when the girls kept on tele phoning and bothering them, and since they did not know whether to go to Jail to keep warm or to Lucy Cobb, they finally set out for the Home on Milledge avenue, deciding that its environment was the hotter. Several days later a highly per fumed letter written on very loud stationery was received by this cer tain fraternity, saying that all mem bers of their band had been banned from the Home grounds. The poor lads could hardly stand the shock of being made to stay away from the only recreation spot In Athens. So they are making every effort to recover the strayed "Class Room Bell” which is gone. Words Flash as Prof, and Frosh Battle in Class The professor and the freshman had a quarrel. Or maybe it was Just a battle of words in class be tween a new professor in the botany department and a new freshman. Words words words! The pro fessor waxed sarcastic. The fresh man made some nasty comebacks. The class lined up on opposite sides of the room, cheering madly and bet ting heavily for or against. Finally the professor perceived, "I see Mr. Blank is trying to make a fool out of me as much as I am out of him,” he remarked. “Oh. no,” said the impertinent freshman. "God saved us both the trouble!” The undertaker was too busy to take the order. NOTES ON CORRECT FA SH IONS: M ASCULI N E The smarter dinner jacket is now establishing itself and many of the university men are wearing it The coat has peaked lapels faced with grograin. The Jacket fits easily at he shoulder but has a pronounced drape to the body at the waist. The waistcoat is fitted very snugly and may be white or black. The editor found the following pipe drenin beneath his door, or to change the metaphor, this brain-bat was left howling at the entrance to the palatial offices of The Red and Black: NARCOTIC NIGHT A bed— Soft wreathes of fog— All thought has tied. Inert, a form lies still upon a bed. A siren then— All nude, all there- and now again A silver dragon writning. slid ing through the beat— An empty interlude—• Joy, fun —• Magic notes upon a flute are sung. A toss into the far beyond— An angel with a silver wand. The bed Now blasts of heat— The fiatnlug beat of autos pounding on the street. The street; i. e., the street! A light cuts steely paths into the night— A yellowed hand, a bowl of white. Place there the toasted brand! Delight! But, god, the devil dips into the gizzards—• Runs and slips and drips with blood from slashed innards. The scream of passengers upon a rail— The Ship is swallowed by His dol phin’s tail. The gray—• A hurting beam of breaking day. Phantoms of the night, move! slip away. Food abomination cast, Damn! the snow is gone at last! C|BS mvmfi mraAND ran FRESHMAN “Y" CLUB To show the purpose of this club is merely the old typewriting exer cise: "Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party.” Unlike the other freshman fish club, the Freshman Y club doesn't cost the dear boys anything except a modicum of self-respect. The Idea is to catch the children young and train them up In a way they will go. Probably this Idea is good .... for the Y. M C. A. The thing got instigated last year, perhaps as a result of the God-given Paul Guthrie, in his effort to stare people to thinking. He should have known better. Everybody should. The dear fellows in this club meet every week, and are edified by speak ers, told they are the salt of the earth .... ad infinitum. They have debates sometimes .... on vital problems .... and decide what’s best to do about them. It’s a good thing for the boys to meet and discuss things .... like basketball, women, politics, and other bull session subjects. But the trouble with this club is that they take it all so darn seriously that there isn’t much good bull to it. Yes, they elect officers . . . and get their picture in the Pandora. (The foregoing was told by a mem ber to the writer.)
