THE KENTUCKY KERNEL
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The Kernel wishes to express the delight of the
entire student body on the. victory of the Ashland
basketball team in the national tournament at Chicago.
Not only the University but all Kentucky is proud of
the splendid way in which the Tomcats going from victory to victory, finally reached peak of the championship.
So much has been written about their brilliant playing,
courage a n d sportsmanship
that The Kernel will not attempt to reiterate what has
already been so "well said. Nevertheless, we wish to
assure the Ashland team we are as proud as anyone
over their triumph. They have shown a right gallant
EDITOR Byron H. Pumphrey.
ASSISTANT Melvina Heavenridge.
John W. Dundon, Jr. NEWS EDITOR
Joseph C. Graves
W. A. Kirkpatrick
lane Ann Carlton
H. B. Ellis
Z. L. Peal
ASST. BUSINESS MGR.
WAILS OF THE WEEK
papers, we gather
After reading the
of Lexington must picture the University as a composite of a "snakery" and a large gymnasium for high school basketball tournaments.
that the citizens
They might at least mention that we have Patterson and Boyd halls, and possibly a sorority or two.
Lindbergh is a college man and as one, he recog-nighis fellow students. Recently at the local field
he picked out a University student and spoke to him
personally. "Get away from that plane," Lindy said.
Our young intellectual, who, we understand, was
trying to remove a wheel from the plane, got.
A sweet young thing told us the other day that she
was an agnostic with a leaning toward pantheism.
We gathered that she meant that she did't know just
what she did mean.
Now that they have repaired that place in the
Patt hall walk, we are waiting for some wag to arise
to remark that now there won't be so many girls fall-
ing for the boys.
The Critics Ink Pot
0- battle of men, and women, to get just
In the April issue of "The Americlub a little more than they have, to "be
Vidor has made good his
can Mercury" Mr. C. .T. John, a nom climaxed a successful season, albeit somebody."
to film a story dealing with
de plume for a very respectable boot- an inwardly turbulent one. in their threat
Since at present there is an annual
recent tour of eastern Kentucky, em-- ! the American middle class, to depict inventory of department libraries, all
legger, opens his article, "Reflections bracing" three towns: Barbourville, their illusions and disillusions, tneir
students and members of the faculty
of a Bootician," with the statement: London and Pineville.
The club happy moments and their sad ones, are requested to return books immepoverty ana
"The great risk in modern bootleg- seems to have gotten off to several their struggles against
diately to the departments from which
ging business is not of seizure by pro false starts this year, whereupon their happiness in moments of tri they were borrowed.
Boardman, the fern
hibition agents, or of hijacking by Prof. Carl A. Lampert, pastor of the umph. lead, combines with Vidor to
flock, would herd them back into inine
The University library announces
gunmen, or of common thieving by shape again, and practically start make the play something you can't
not that Mrs. Henry Schaeffer, of Lexingemployes, but of ex- anew. Just before the trip, Director forget immediately.
ton, has presented the library with a
cessive competition." With a speak- Lampert succeeded in welding togeth- exactly recommend it for a stenogra
er an organization which would not pher's lunch hour, not because th gift of volumes one to twelve
easy of one sort or another at the
only function as single performers, film is distasteful in any respect, but "Southern Historical Progress."
rate of one for every three to five but as an ensemble. The success of because it is a good bit different from
hundred inhabitants, the bootlegging his efforts were eloquently attested the usual froth in the picture line,
Among the books for this week's
livelihood, Mr. John points out, is be to by the enthusiastic audiences which which paralyzes mental activity, in display shelf at the library are three
coming increasingly difficult, espec greeted the club on the tour. A new stead of stimulating it. A choice be- enlightening volumes of "The United
ially since consumers are beginning feature of the tour was the eight- - tween this picture and the Tom Mix States Census of Agriculture," covto learn to mix their own liquors. His piece orchestra, the University of affair must necessarily involve a con ering the northern states, southern
article is extxemely interesting, and Kentucky Rhythm Kings, directed sideration of the mental equipment states, and western states, respectively. Each gives the reports for states
throws some surprising light on this Toy Sandefur and Eugene Eoyse, intended to be brought into play.
new and ever increasing trade. The which played several groups of numwith statistics for counties and a
"The Horseman of the Plains"
most staggering thing about the boot- bers in each performance. This was
summary for the United States.
legging business, Mr. John reveals, is the first orchestra of its kind to apTom Mix, along with his horse,
the honesty among its representaTwo biographies of interest are :
pear in conjunction with the club, and Tony, is to hold forth at the Strand
honesty that could hardly judging from the manner in which theater the remainder of the week. "Robespierre," a study, by Hiliare
be expected in such a form of illicit the band enhanced the program, will The horse seems to be supported by Belloc, B. A., author of Marie Antoinette, and "Genghis Khan, the Emtrade. And Jlr. John's own expe make the arrangement an annual one
cast which is somewhat non-d- e
riences are as interesting as the facts
script, with the possible exception of peror of All Men," by Harold Lamb.
"The Student Prince" Ben Ali
he reveals. He writes of moving
the hero. The background for Mr. "Robespierre," as the library has it,
whiskey across the Canadian border,
Wow! "The Student Prince!" Two Mix's usual riding, roping, and lov is a first American edition with a new
of making synthetic liquors with the more wows, Kamon JNovarro and Nor- ing, is the panoramic beauty of the preface; it reads like a novel. The
exact duplication of foreign made ma Shearer, juggle passion, royalty, plains of Wyoming and the some latter, equally as interesting, is. atScotch whiskey. For those interested romance, thrills and sword-pla- y
to what more confined beauty of Sally tractively illustrated.
in making their own drinks, he has the megaphoned commands of Ernst
some good advice, and for those who Lubitsch. Somebody filmed it, and
patronize the new trade, he says it's coming to the Ben Ali Sunday, to
much that will be profitable. Another stay a long time, we hope. All of the
article dealing with the same subject atmosphere of old Heidelberg, castles
in the same issue of "The American streets, towns, beer, are incorporated
Mercury," is "Notes of a Prohibition in the film. The plot of the play first
Agent," by Mr. Homer Turner. Mr. saw light as a novel by Meyer
Turner was a prohibition agent from
a noted German author of sev
1920 to 1926 and he is the son of a eral decades ago. The play itself is
Methodist minister. His article deals literature, in the real sense of the
with the same trade- and, although it word, and in the case of this picture
is not as startling as Mr. John's reve it is
with all of the traplation, it is good reading.
pings of royalty, several hundred
young men from the
"I Face a Jury of My Peers," by
Ernest Booth, in the same issue of University of Southern California:
"The American Mercury," is by a gen and an inspiring love theme, until it
tleman who is serving a life sentence is palatable enough for the tongue
in Folson Prison, California, for rob- of an epicure in motion picture fare
bery and who writes" very absorbing If you don't see it, don't blame me
accounts of his experiences. Other "The Gateway to the. Moon" Strand
articles that I suggest in the same
"The Gateway to the Moon" pro
issue of "The American Mercury" are
"Hymn to Satan," by Benjamin de vides an admirable vehicle for allur
Not a hat just for toCasseres; "The Troubled Trolley," by ing Dolores Del Rio to undress some
day and tomorrow.but
Raymond S. Tompkins, and the Amer of her charms in this picture of prim
hat you may wear,
icana department, the most delight itive passions, white man's greed, a
romance of fantastic beauty, and all
ful feature of the magazine.
re in the knowledge
A series of articles by Lowell Tho that sort of thing. The story deals
that its style will last
Com with the adventures of a young Eng
mas entitled, "Tales of
throughout its long
manders," has begun in "The World's" lish engineer, played by Leslie Fen
Work," and I recommend them very ton, in the fastnesses of S. A. (in
highly. Mr. Thomas is already well this case, South America), who at
known for his writing in this field tempts to investigate a railroad which ,
and his books and magazine articles the girl's unscrupulous uncle is buildhave attracted considerable attention ing at the cost of many natives' lives.
The articles running m the issue Complications arise, as complications
starting with April are edited from have a vay of doing, and the picture
the viewpoint? of German sea cap moves on to a denouement of the
tains and to be informed of the men uncle, after the girl renounces him.
tal as well as the physical reaction of The picture shiuld be worth while on
the men who sank the Lousitania is Dolores' account.
"The Crowd" Ben Ali, today
an unusual treat.
The Ben Ali finishes the week with
In the March 14 issue of "The New
Republic" there is an interesting ar "The Crowd," a gripping
tide, "The Two Black Crows." by by King Vidor. written picturedirected
Lloyd Xewis. These two entertainers
who star as Moran and Mack in sents the drama of life; the everyday
Broadway reviews, have become popular on stage, radio, and phonograph
performances and, according to Mr.
Lewis, have had a marked influence
on the folk-tal- k
of the nation. Mr.
Lewis argues that these two men,
representing themselves as jobless nomads, lazy and contented, are symbols of the unconscious revolt against
business, taking place even among
business men themselves. Mr. Lewis
writes, "The Republic has at last
awakened to the fact that Mr. Mack
has, in his personality and philosophy,
the precise relief it has been subconsciously craving . . relief from the
tyranny of business. In the way he
looks, in the way he talks, in the very
sound as well as the meaning of his
words, Mack is a welcome iconoclast
freeing America, if but momentarily,
from the oppressive religion of business." Mr. Lewis' argument is well
supported by choice quotations from
the dialogues of these two famous
In the April issue of "The Golden
Book Magazine," I recommend "Will
0' the Mill," by Robert L. Stevenson,
which is delightful reading. "What
Is Behaviorism," by John B. Watson,
in which the well known psychologist
presents his idea" on Behaviorism;
"Micromegas," by Voltaire, a gay satire that in the twentieth century is
still capable of driving away irrita-tionprejudice, and "When Paganini
The last article
Played," by Heine.
will, I am sure, please all of those
Pagawho are interested in music.
nini, a character of somewhat dissoone of the most falute habits, was
mous violinists of his age, and the
account of his playing as it impressed itself upon Heine's imagination, is
of an inch here a minute variation
HE twist of the wrist, the
In "The Virginia Quarterly Review"
"throw" of die arm, the shifting in a curve there slight changes
April, there are a score of arfor
ticles that I recommend.
of the weight these are among the foreseen by engineers and carried
La Verna," by W. Force Stead, is an
account of Mr. Stead's visit to an old
out by skilled workmen.
many little points which make the
Italian monastery told in a very absorbing fashion. The account of this
skill that you admire in the javelin
It is this attention to detail that
visit, written in a fashion that sugthrower as he hurls the shaft two
is constantly improving General
gests Stevenson's travels, is exciting,
picturesque and above all, true. The
hundred feet or more.
Electric apparatus and contributing
second article that I recommend will
be of interest to students of literaAs on the track or the football
to the electrical industry, which,
ture, "The Cruelty and Beauty of
Words," by Sean O'Foalain. Mr.
though still young, is already
field,inthe gymnasium or on
O'Foalain argues that-- writer in any
a dominant force, increasing
the water, so in industryprog-res- s
given age cannot bend language to
suit his own use and purpose. He
profit and promoting success
is the result cf fine
contends that language is an organic
development and that the artist must
in every walk of life.
improvements a thousandth
accept it as he finds it. He then proceeds to attack Mr. James Joyce who
sacrileges against the English lanWhether you find this monogram on an electric refrigerator
guage have become famous. Mr.
for the home or on a
arguments are very nearly
for a bower station, you can be sure that it stands for
obscured beneath his mauve style of
skilled engineering and high manufacturing quality.
writing, yet the article is interesting
and will, I am sure, please the professors. "The Yellow Dog," by F.
Stringfellow Barr, in the same issue
of "The Virginia Quarterly," has a
quaint, simple charm and, told like
a child's story, is yet capable of inspiring serious reflection.
By Joseph C. Graves
(By Ollie M. James)
University Men's glee
W. D. Grote
A. L. Pigman
It is not often that one cares to write in defense of
Bernarr MacFadden, Earl Liedermann, Lionel
fort or other such doughty, if somewhat muscle-boun- d
gentlemen, but a close observer on a stroll across the
campus might be led to seriously consider these virile
advertisements for the building of "real
Certainly, the average university student presents a
Other than the members of
rather hopeless exterior.
the football squad, the basketball, baseball, and track
men, one is apt to conclude that the physique of the
average male student is in a state of deterioration.
But we need not include men alone, there are plenty
of girls with muddy complexions, stooped shoulders, and
scrawny necks to warrant some criticism on their behalf.
Really now, and the question is a vital one, what do
you do for exercises?
Some of the girls go horseback riding. Some of the men work at filling stations.
Military science and gymnasiumdo not offer a practical
means to a good physical appearance.
We believe, in this respect, that the student himself
should "work out this salvation.
The tired business man
takes up golf.
The tired student takes up bridge.
Quite a difference.
The general excuse for not taking more exercise is
that the student has not enough time, or that when ne
has the time, he does riot feel like exercising.
own benefit, The Kernel suggests that he take the time.
There are other things to worry about besides lessons,
other things to do other than play bridge. We suggest
that you exert yourself a little more.
The college intellectual leads, at best, a hard life.
There are times one feels like saying to him: "You
poor dear boy," and then out of mercy, drop some
subtle poison in his favorite beverage that he may
pass quietly away to rest, undisturbed by the burning
fever that must eventually consume him.
The latest case of these misunderstood beings which
has come to the attention of The Kernel is that of
Mr. Phelan, student editor of the Clark Monthly, the
student publication of Clark University. Mr. Phelan
had the misfortune to write a playlet entitled "Bull
Session," the content of which President Atwood did
not appreciate, charging that the whole thing was obscene and that it would endanger the morals of the
younger generation. Then the author was suspended
from college. Mr. Phelan, writing in defense of his
playlet in the New Student, says:
" 'Bull Session' is a comedy of the conflict of ideas
in the college mind. In it I tried to say that the college man seems to be suffering from a
undigested knowledge. 'The opinions of the character's on science, phifosophy, religion, education, women
and the like are amusing enough, but they have tragic
significance. Professors of science, natural and social,
science pure and applied, reveal vistas which confound
the average gaze. Since the startled student has barely
time to memorize such facts as are essential to pass
examinations, he has scant leisure for reflection. The
result is philosophical confusion.
"It is that confusion of ideas, half formed and malformed, of bewildering impressions, of facts unrelated,
which I attempt to imply in 'Bull Session.' And since
college men do not talk like President Atwood before
women's clubs, but talk like college men in a bull session, I included a few epithets admittedly in poor
Mr. Phelan says a great deal more, but we do not
need to quote any further.
It is not difficult to perceive his point of view. And The Kernel is sorry, and
extends to him its sympathy. Moreover we believe
that his cause is a rightful one and that his attitude
We think as he
throughout has been commendable.
does, that President Atwood is unjust, and that is but
putting it mildly.
However, Mr. Phelan should have known beforehand
that such a work would have caused trouble and he
might have guessed that he would be the under dog.
Yes, he must have been far too wise not to realize what
would be the outcome. All of which makes us feel that
the kindest act we could do would be to put an end to
such fellows. For we are certain that Mr. Phelan will
not profit by this experience. No, he will write something else and get into more trouble. Absurd boy.
No doubt he will come to a bad end.
But looking back, we are .inclined to wonder just
how much of our present freedom, such as it is, we
owe to just these sort of persons. We wonder to what
greater freedom we shall win by virtue of their rebelMeanwhile we are content to view their diffilion.
For we wonder, too, if the
culties in all complacency.
light is worth the candle.
Virgil L. Couch
Blane. A rodeo scene of smashing,
crashing, Mbcian proportions forms
the vehicle for the climax 01 tne
The first fairy
Haunt me, for
And the musty
My own heavy
And my heart
blossoms of last year
I am weary of the cold,
house, and my chair at the fireplace,
hair and pallid face,
Year after year at my window
Earth flings her dogwood and her snow,
To tease my young life into careless laughter;
But I know more of longing that comes after
My summers go.
The old silly earth in her green gown
Prances, ah! gaily, e'er the winter comes.
And alas! to give her my weary heart, some year,
To dance her jig on; and my tired ear
To her hollow drums!
Oh hush, weary one, for I have promised
You need not wear life's ermine winter gown.
"Twill not be long you'll hear the footsteps patter;
To your deep sleep the tympany's gay clatter
Shall not go down.
What care I if your dream is gone?
Who made you love, and why
Did you assume to think that dawn
Would find me true, after the night of love?
I hate you for your love, and scheme
To break your heart that I may be free
To dream another dream .
And sing my song of hate!
Wretched and trembling my soul stood before you,
Stripped of its armour and rid of its pride
Still daring to hope for your mercy,
Yet wishing, ever wishing to hide.
Knowing that of its
Had come all this
At last I longed to
To be happy and
misery and pain,
free ence again.
But try though I would there was nothing
Could take from my memory the stain
Of that last bitter smile that you gave me
When "my heart with your tongue you had slain.
And so I forever must wander,
A lost soul in the tangle of things,
Searching and Searching and searching but never
Finding the sleep that Death brings.
R. E. S.
A thousand eyes I felt upon me,
A thousand ears seemed all around me,
A thousand lips were whispering.
And yet I was alone.
The world was mine, the stars, the moon,
Treasures lay in each faint gloom,
Millions nearby did not exist.
Only the night and me.
The moon and I laughed loud at sleep
As night revealed her secrets deep,
And Venus smiled as she awoke.
And then awakened Love.
TO A CLOUD
Oh, little cloud!
How can you be so content
To linger for an hour
And then vanish
From the sunshine
Is beauty so fragile
Worth making at all?