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VoL IX. No. 91.
UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA, LINCOLN, THURSDAY, MARCH 3 1910. .
Price 5 Cents.
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ANCIENT HISTORY OF
DAYS OF THE., KIOTE RECALLED
The era of crentlvo literary enthusi
asm which prevailed here in thd unl
'verslty, between 1893 and 1901 the
year when the Kioto died took its
rise In the enthusiasm of ono young
English teacher Herbert Bates, now
head of the English department ot the
Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. So
say all ttfree of the peoplo now con
nected, with -our school who still chor
isli a vivid remembrnnco of tho jour
nalistic porllB and pleasures' of those
days. "Mr. Bates' says Dr. Louise
Pound, "could, get good work indi
vidual work out of nlmost any one,
often those who hnd seemed to have
no 'Special talent0
Under Tils direct inspiration the first
literary periodical ever published at
Nebraska took form The Nebraska
Literary Magazine, a quarterly. Its
first number, thick and severely re
spectable looking, came out In May
189fi. The subscription price was
fixed at $1.00 a year or 25 cents per
copy. Just. four issues in all came
out, and then tho venture fell of its
own weight. The undertaking was too
A Good Thing on the Whole.
Professor Alexander of tho philoso
phy department, who wns ono of tho
atntr of the abortive magazine be
lieves that without it the more suc
cessful Kioto would nover havo cxtet
od. "The attempt allowed us, at least.
What we could do and what!- wo ought
to do. TJhe quarterly form of peri
odical was not adapted to tho English
Club nor to the university rending pub-
He. But some excellent work was
done that gave us courage, later, to
carry on a .less ambitious magazine."
Undergraduates, faculty members,
prominent Lincoln peoplo nnd alumni
all contributed to the magazine. Horo
are a few titles picked up from the
"A Night at Greenwny Court," Willa
Poem, Keene Abbott.
"On the Use of Acecnt," Jay Amos
"Shakespere'B Comedy of tho Tom
pest," Prof. L. A. Sherman.
"My Mistress" (Poem). H. B. Alex
ander. "A Few Suggestions," Wm. J. Bryan.
"Whence Came thnt Sigh in tho
Forest?"" (from tho Ewedish). Prof.
A. H. Edgren.
"How Elsie nnd I Went Botanizing,"
"Christ Ib Walking" (Poem), Wm.
The Genesis of the Klote.
Professor Clnrk Flshor Ansiey
proved a worthy successor to Profes
sor Bates In the work of encouraging
literary expression among undergrad
uates. Miss Flora. Bullock, '98, now
ieacher of Englib in tho .agri
cultural college, gives the' following
JUjount of the birth of Nebraska's see-
I "Wo planned' It In Professor. A:u
ey'a composition seminar, in the inll
o 1897. Almost all of us woro mem
bers of the English Club. Wo wore
cfulto carried away with tho Philistine
tylo of journalism at that tlmo, and
a 'lingo' o tlio Kioto was from tho
fiYst colored by Elbert Hubbard."
lit was Professor Ansley who .Bug
Jested the hnmo, "Tho Kioto," and It
$ns ho who contributed frequently
and aided in tho editing of the plucky
littlo magazine, until ho finally aov
ered his connection with Nebraska.
The first number npeared. in February,
1898, and for threo years monthly
copies' contlnuod to appear.- Tho peri
odical fluctuation of tho subscription
price from one dollar to fifty cents and
back again, seemed' to 'make no differ-
'ence'wlth ttio thickness or qunUty of
tho product. Hero arc two Bam pie
pages of contents taken from Issues
of two different years:
"The Namo of Kuchonberger," Lou
"Spain," Job. Andrew Sargent.
"Tho White Glory," Keeno Abbott.
"Dawn In Egypt," H. B. Aloxaudcr.
"A Belated Convention," Lucy Gar
Sundry Littlo Yelps.
Verse, Edwin Ford Piper.
"Tho Norvo of Corny Johnson,"
Harry Graves Shedd.
"Clouds," Eva Mary McCuno.
"On Defeat," Marcus V. St. Albans.
Sundry Littlo Yolps.
Fame Attained by the Klote.
"Yolps" was tho namo nppllcd to a
sort of contributor's club Introduced
by H. B. Alexander,, the editor of tho
first four numbers. During tho year
1899, when the Kioto was hi tho
height of Its glory, the very Impu
dence and refreshing youthful audacity
of some of tho yelps attracted the at
tention of several stnld and conserva
tive periodicals on both sides of the
Atlantic ocean. Tho London Academy
reprinted ono or two of them In Its
pnges, a tribute which caused tho
Kioto's editor to remark casually in
tho next Issue that "the Kioto and tho
London Academy were becoming quite
chummy." Thnt the British editor
hnd n sense of humor may bo gathered
from a comment made later, "The In
genious Nebraska magazine, the Kioto,
grows in merit if not in modesty."
The Literary World of Boston was
quite as generous with its commenda
tion: " 'The Kioto' Is much more civilized
than Its name would Biiggest. It Is
youthful, exuberant, nmbitious, and Its
life will probably bo a merry one. But
in the menntimo It presents artistic
ally verse that lp worth reading, an
occasional bit. of prose that recom
menda Its editor."
Hamlin Garland, Fred Ilomlngton
and Mark Twain sent good humored
notes of encouragement to the hardy
young magazine, and Wm. Dean How
ells contributed this:
"if ynn hannen to see Miss Jennie
Fox, who wrote 'A Soldier's Sister' in
tho Klote, I wish you would tell her
what a clean simple direct piece of
work I think It Is. I do not think it
could have been done hotter."
A Magazine Worth Looking At.
Every Nebraskan reader tho next
tlmo ho has a few leisure moments,
ought to go down Into the State His
torical Society rooms nnd ask to seo
the files of tho Kioto. Editors and
business managers nllko prided thorn
solves on tho unique appearance of the
issues. Tho remark of ono magazino
that tho Kioto presented' artistically
vorse that was worth reading, was
true, and the same style wna ob
8erced in title, page, contonta page,
and stories and' editorials. Schuyler
Miller nnd George Shedd, business
managers during 1899 and 1P0O and
frequent contributors as well, woro
tho moBt enterprising and successful'
business manegers tho.ningazlno ovor
had. Thoy "boomed" it in season and
out of BoaBon. By 1900 a Kioto Pub-(
lishlng Society fyhad been formed,
which, out bound' volumes of tho
Kioto In a'vory artistic form at a rea
sonable price, and further published,
in small and exclusive quantities, "Tho
Kioto Books," including "A Gallery
of Farmer Girls," (vorse- by Schuyler
W. Miller, and "Miniatures," essays
by eorgo Shedd, Those volumes seem
to have found a' ready sale.
Reprint from "The Klote.!'
A woman's touch upon my hand,
A child's tired hend upon my breast,
Tho dull of sunset all aglow
Along tho prairies In tho wqst.
George C. Shedd.
Your car fare would pay for a nfeo
lunch at the Boston .punch.. "VVhj go
The second Literary Issue of
"The Dally Nebraskan" under
the supervision of the English
T n F T fi p 7 7 TV p rfi
TRE PINK FEATHER BOA
Tho Bhnrp wind stung Daisy Mc
Mahon's checks as sho hurried along
tho street. It bit tho tips of hor oarfl,
which were not protected by her lm
mtinso pompadour. It nipped her
thinly-shod ftct. But Daisy did not
mind. Sho wore hor covert coat as
Jauntily aB though It woro Persian
lamb. She tripped along as lightly on
her French heols ns though hor foot
were perfectly comfortable
What At she had Jboon standing bo
hind a counter since eight. o'clock that
morning, trying hor host tp bo pollto
to crabbed old ladles? What If sho
did bave to walk three miles beforo
sho reached the dingy room that alio
called home? Daisy was not tired,
she couldn't bo tired, for tonight, was
the Oneedn Club dance, nnd Daisy
was to lead tho grand march.
Her thoughts were on this danco ns
sho hurried along past rows and rows
of grimy looking, houses. Sho thought
of the joy and music of tho danco.
Sho thought of her dreBS, a brand now
ono (If sho thought of tho breakfasts
she had boon forced to miss, In or
dor to get the dress, sho dismissed tho
subject from hor mind.) Sho thought
of hor now gloves, and her now shoos,
and most of all flho thought of hor
pink leather boa. Sho thought of thlB
ns bIio took tho key from her purse,
and unlocked the door of tho house
in which sho lived. She thought of
it as she walked up tho two durk
nights of stairs which led to hor room.
It was more than a feather boa to
Daisy; It was a sort of a wishing
mantle, n fairy wrap, which changed
her from a careworn shop girl to a
beautiful woman. The very thought
of it brought visions of silk und satin
gowns, of cnrdugcfl and balls und
hnndsomo admirera; and when' aho
put It around hor nock, nnd folt ItB
soft warmth, sho was transrormoti to
another world. She was no longer tho
Daisy MoMahon who "rang in" as
No. 32 every morning at olght, and
"rang cut" every night at alx. She
waa not the Daley McMahon who
spoke In a sharp voice to her alstor
workers, and called loudly for "Cnsh,"
'Cash!" She was tho Dal3y MoMn
lion whom everybody loved, whose
father was kind and good, and wIiobo
mother was awoot and beautiful. Sho
was the DalBy McMahon whoso fingers
wero covered with beautiful rings, and
whoso gowns wero tho most beautiful
In the world.
She dressed for tho party with groat
care, looking Into tho small cracked
mirror above tho wnshstnnd all tho
while. Whon aho hnd finished alio
drew. on her glovea, put tho pink fonth
or boa ubout her neck, nnd went down
stairs to the Bhabby littlo pnrlor.
"Goo, Daisy, . but you'ro a ponch!
You sure look fine tonight," said her
oHport ns ho entered, tho room. He
was a clerk in an uptown hotel so
ho felt that ho wna a competent
judge of beauty. ,
Daisy smiled. She had not hoard
his roniark. She -had only soon an
admiring glancb from a friend of
the other Daisy McMahon's. She had
heard hla low-toned admiration.
They waited on a afreet corner for
a car. Dnlay played1 with the soft,
ends of tho plnlc feather boa, .and
dreamed she was driving to tho ball
In a carriage, His companion shuf
fled his foot, and complained thnt his
gloves were too tight.
Whon they arrived, tho girlB In tho
dressing' room cro,wded about Daisy
to' admire her dross, Sho amlled again
and drew tho magic boa more closely
about lier throat,
"Ain't ,shQ tho queer ono?" wlilBpor
ed a girl n a. flaming red silk to her
neighbor. "She's sure the huughty
queen! Thoy's n chnngo como ovor
her since she's been moved up to
the silk counter."
Whon thoy led tho grand march she
walked with tho dignity of a queon,
and when Bho handed tho gentlemen
their programs sho did It ns though
sho wob boBtowlng a royal favor
When Bho dancod she hold her head
high. Hor oye'a wero very bright und
hor cbooks wero na pink ub the feath
"Have you had a good time, DnlBy?"
said hor companion as ho left hor at
hor door. "I've hnd a grand tlmo.
Can I como down Sunday afternoon?"
"I've had a splendid tlmo: I'll bo
at homo Sunday," sho said.
Sho took tho ends of tho pink boa
in hor hands and walked onco more
up tho two dark flights of Btuirs
which led to hor room. When Bho step
ped inside, alio slipped tho mngic
wrap from her shoulders. Tho 'llltt4
slon vanished. The other Daisy Mc
Mnhon was thorc. .
Sho saw tho ugly littlo room, with
its rickety furniture. Sho saw tho
crucked littlo mirror, nnd tho battered
soap dish. Sho was weak from fa
tigue, and she folt tho Bhnrp gnawing
"O, gee," sho crlod, throwing hor
self full length on hor hard bed, "I
wlaht I wob her. It ain't fair! It
Reprinted from "April Twilights," by
Wllla Slbert Cather.
"llowaes, Uowbcb! Penny a bunch!"
thoy toll you
Slattern girlB In Trafalgar, eagor to
Hoses, roses, red in the Kensington
Holland Road, High Street, Bayawatcr,
aeo you and smell you
Rosea of London town, red. till the
summer is done.
Hoses, roses, locust und lilac, perfum
ing West End, East End, wqndrously bud
ding nnd blooming
QuLof tho blnck earth, rubbed in a
Foot-trod, BVeat-Bour over and under,
Highway of darkneaa. deop-guttod
with iron bands.
"Rowbcb, rowscs! Penny a bunch!"
they toll you,
Ruddy blooms of corruption, boo you
and stuoll you,
Born of aalc earth, fallowed with
squalor and tears
North Bhlrp, bouHi ahlro, nono nro Hko
those, I tell you,
Roaes of London, porfumed with n
thousand years. .
AWAY OFF ANYWHERE
Away off nnywhero I want togo,
Whero auiiBhlno lives and
And to tho East
And to tho West
There la no thought of woo, nnd yot
No place to rest. -
Back to childhood I want to go,
To plrato Hoots and masked foe,
Or off to Greece
Or off to Romo - '
I want to aep and want -Ato know, all
thesor-and yet . , '
To come back'homo, ,
The college girl la tho typo ot the
American girl, who,' all over the civ
ilized .world, has made a reputation
for herself as beingwoll groomed nnd
well tailored. And" tho average col
lege girl does not wear great quan
tities of (also hair, building It Into
porches or domes, and adorning it
with ribbons and unnatural looking
curls. Tho dresses her hair In an
up-to-date fashion, but seldom to an
extreme, allowing Its gloss and
benuty to bo its only ornament.
"ODES ON THE
. GENERATIONS OF MAN"
By Hartley B.' Aexandor.
Tho Bnkor & Taylor company of
New York havo just published a book
of pooma by Professor Aloxandor of
tho PhlloBophy dopnrtment of tho
unlvorully. 'The namo given to tho
poeniB may dotor somo fainthearted
rcador who fenrs to open a book deal
ing with so stupendous nnd Mlltonlc
a thomc. But let him onco turn to
tho synopsis pngo nnd mlBglvInga
will give wily to dollght nnd eagor . 4?T
miorcHu noro nro given tuo initial , 'A;
iiues in uio nine umsionB oi ine 'v
Earth! 'Twlxt sky nnd aky widoJBpuhV1 ;
Ode I: ' ' V&'-
In atrnngo troplo forests ho awoke. 1
Strange prayers nacondlng up to God;
O'er quiot prairies swopt tumultuous
Tho lines that follow equal theso In
Biiggo8tlvenoHs and mnJcBty. Through
out tho book tho poetry rises again
nnd ngaln to such a height of lofty
nnd impassioned thought, carrying tho
render with It whothor ho will or no,
thnt n sensation half of rnpturo and
half of dlzzlncBB seizes him, such na
he might feel If caught up suddenly
Into tho upper heaven and blddon to
view from thonco tho world ho had
Juai lefL I reproduce ono or two such
passages, takon almost at random:
"From tho ancient East ho camo into
In the dawn of his human life, In
tho days of his soul's unbind
'And out of tho West to the Eaat with
tho circling years, .. ...
And out of a blinded past Into a
For tho course of his star Is sot to
wnyh' beyond IiIb finding."
"Earth, thou wort hla Mother, '
Who waa conceived within thy fiery '
Ero tlmo begun, ! 7"1
And by thy laboring years brought
Unto tho stalwart statu ro of a
It Ib but a fow ycara, comparative
ly Bponking, alnco tho doctrino of evo
lution sot topay-turvy tho thinking of
tho world. It was only haltingly and
with dlfilculty that mon like Tenny
son could Incorporate tho now truth
Into tho conception of human life and
human destiny thnt they hnd bo long
cherished. What-room did this now
explanation of mnn'a hlBtorical de
velopment nnd tho nnturo of his hu
man life leave for Ideal -values, . for ,
tho .lofty faith and expectation ot
prophot and of poot? ThlB book of
ProfoBsor Alexander's Is a now effort
to 'answer tho groat question; not
this tlmo by pedantic argument, but
by expression of tho nuthor'a view of
tho universe in all Its aspects, as i,t'
impresses his heart, soul, and brain.
Evolution, Tyith him, la no scientific
doctrino, but vital truth, truth that,
far from inhibiting poetic expression,
insplroa nnd oven compels it. We can
road tho destiny .that lies beyofia
"'But as wo ,rond uright t
Writ In our mld-cnrth life tho mighty
gesto - ' '
Of Nature, but as wo guesB tho plan '
That wrought tho mind of man,
And gave him flight
Potent to gauge the pathways of .tho
A rich, moving and Insistent music
rims nlmost throughout tho odes, do-,
llborately obscured rather than ro-
vealed by tho looao atanzalc struc
ture of tho verso, In many passages
haunting and fascinating the render
nil tho more becnuso it does not quite,
sntisfy him.' Tho two interludes, on
the other hand, Introduce a. compel!-:
Continued on Pago 2
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