University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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Arts School. THE Arts School is the mater familias, as it were, of the University. It was the magic bean from which h as sprung the great vine which Jacks and Jills yearly climb to meet the giant World at the end. And the giant has magic harps and hens that lay golden eggs and heavy money-bags, which Jack or Jill must spend, perhaps, the rest of their life in trying to obtain. The students of the Arts School are a diversified lot. The youth of the world who has no taste for Law enters the Arts School, takes work in Sociology and Geology, flunks out, finds he has a taste for Law after all, and enters that school the next term. The athlete pursues the same course, except he usually has wise counsel offered him and becomes a disciple of Blackstone at the beginning of his career. In the Arts School are found many future pilots of future Americans; by taking two and one-half terms of Pedagogy, said pilots are furnished on graduation with one of Prof. Olin ' s patent galvanized rudders, which enables them to better withstand the sore-buffeting waves when onc e they start on their course with heavy- laden ship. Ambitious society sports flock to the standard of the Arts School and take work under Profs. Dunlap and Blackmar, in whose classes they can meet all the swell maidens and work a stand-in. Also in Prof. Miller ' s classes are found future poets and literary lights who seek to learn how to accurately measure the.r metrical feet and discourse wisely on the stars. Aspirants for a D.D. must needs read the New Testament in Greek under Prof. Wilcox, and to complete their training take courses in Finance and Money and Banking under Prof. Cone. 8

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Greeting. SCHOOLMATES, Alumni, and Friends of Kansas University: The Class of 1903 is gone; our connection with our Alma Mater will soon be severed, but in passing we hope to leave the ' 03 JAYHAWKEB as our portrait in the Kansas University Hall of Fame. We pass no judgment on the book, hence make no apologies for its existence. Yours is the task of judging and apologizing. Should anyone happen on a good apology, please communicate it to the editors at once, if you can find their address. We will perhaps not be in town for the next few days. We prefer the railroad to the rail-ride, and besides, under- stand that black is not to be the prevailing thing in summer costumes. Then, too, we withdraw out of consideration for our Alma Mater; for there are but few good marksmen among the students and Faculty, and the window-glass, Freshmen, and other bric-a-brac might be costly to replace. But we shall return, and will be glad to settle any little disputes by a game of ping-pong or tug-of-v ar contest. The chief complaint arises from those who have not had the distinc- tion of dishonorable mention in the JAYHAWKER. But, dear friends, list to the voice of reason. Your roast would have necessarily curtailed the ads the life blood, as it were, of this voluminous volume, and the non-voluminous manager. That is one of the drawbacks to an annual, the necessity of ads to keep itself and the manager on their feet. So we would advise future classes to profit by our experience and elect one of their multimillionaires as manager. Never elect a poor boy whose school- life you know has been one continuous struggle with poverty. There have been faint attempts at jokes made in the ' 03 JAYHAWKEB. We thought of giving fifty cash prizes to the first fifty who proved the presence of the same herein, but the management did not consider it a paying proposition, and wanted to substitute a coupon voting contest for the handsomest Senior. However, we thwarted that plan by threaten- ing to compromise the question with Seyster. So it was agreed to get out an appendix to the book within the next month, clearly explaining all attempts at the ludicrous. Watch for advertisement of same. And thus we greet you all, and pray your leniency; you who have been Seniors appreciate our position; you who shall be some time restrain your feelings for the present. We leave but two thoughts with you don ' t waste your time looking for us. and elect a rich manager of your JAYHAWKEK.

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Practically all the sylph-like Oreads of Mt. Oread inhabit this school. They glide with airy tread through the south wing of Fraser Hall (lower floor) and congregate in deep and meditative mood on the stairways of the same. Sometimes a Freshman maiden is seen on the third floor of the north wing, but long ere her Senior year she wises up and confines her wanderings to the region of the bulletin-board, where she can hold sweet converse with the swell guy and get in the way of the Engineers and the Freshman who wants to read the Y. M. C. A. notices. Such is the School of Arts, kind reader. Our classification is not com- plete, but we must leave them here. Behold, we introduce them to you one by one. And here begins the artistic part of the ' 03 JAYHAWKEB. E. Miller. Dean of Arts School.