The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, March 03, 1910, Image 1
0!t'ut- ''V.',.' ' ''.8ISf ."f "' ''"'' v ' v Mftihk'' w 4' VoL IX. No. 91. UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA, LINCOLN, THURSDAY, MARCH 3 1910. . Price 5 Cents. . ftlzt' ft be 2) a tip IFlebraehan r t V K lu ANCIENT HISTORY OF UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE 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 oxpensive. 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 various numbers: Tn-nffyK-tn-Ponio-Herbert Bates. "A Night at Greenwny Court," Willa Cathor. Poem, Keene Abbott. "On the Use of Acecnt," Jay Amos Barrett. "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," Annette Abbott, "Christ Ib Walking" (Poem), Wm. Reed Dunroy. 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- nd magazine; 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 ise Pound. "Spain," Job. Andrew Sargent. "Tho White Glory," Keeno Abbott. "Dawn In Egypt," H. B. Aloxaudcr. "A Belated Convention," Lucy Gar rison Green. 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. CONTENTMENT. 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 home7 V "Vit'7ifTF'i!c''r')rF'7)f The second Literary Issue of "The Dally Nebraskan" under the supervision of the English Club. 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 er boa. "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 of hunger. "O, gee," sho crlod, throwing hor self full length on hor hard bed, "I wlaht I wob her. It ain't fair! It ain't fair." JESSIE BEQHTOL. LONDON R08E8. Reprinted from "April Twilights," by Wllla Slbert Cather. "llowaes, Uowbcb! Penny a bunch!" thoy toll you Slattern girlB In Trafalgar, eagor to soil you. Hoses, roses, red in the Kensington sun, 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 million hands, Foot-trod, BVeat-Bour over and under, entombing Highway of darkneaa. deop-guttod with iron bands. t "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 grow, " And to tho East poplars And to tho West There la no thought of woo, nnd yot No place to rest. - t 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, , Helen Mitchell. 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 poems: Proludo: w Earth! 'Twlxt sky nnd aky widoJBpuhV1 ; Ode I: ' ' V&'- In atrnngo troplo forests ho awoke. 1 Odo II: Strange prayers nacondlng up to God; jAntlphonnl Interlude O'er quiot prairies swopt tumultuous winds. 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 the West, In the dawn of his human life, In tho days of his soul's unbind ing; 'And out of tho West to the Eaat with tho circling years, .. ... And out of a blinded past Into a Future blinding. For tho course of his star Is sot to wnyh' beyond IiIb finding." "Earth, thou wort hla Mother, ' Who waa conceived within thy fiery ' womb, l Ero tlmo begun, ! 7"1 And by thy laboring years brought forth Unto tho stalwart statu ro of a mnri " 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 ourth's bournes, "'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 stars!" 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 " 1M U 4..T .: 'c-. y fl . t- '-?" i s t- V '.