Washburn University - Kaw Yearbook (Topeka, KS)

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ff +11 ' -x Z X Q f JM 'Y H 'vlx -Q x. as xiii ,--x ,mx ga wx 3 if A g lu ,,,.,,v I f ' v N MP6 D JCM? J X I Rs? x f A lx,- flfbfzivzidhczzliafz small pieces ol paper. Then, too, there were requirements for grad- uation. Requirements 'lor graduation gave Mr. lchabod a headache. He de- cided that he must be allergic to the things, and, as the hour of his grad- uation was not imminent, he ordinarily looked upon it as one looks upon the end of the world. One might say that Mr. Ichabod put this fateful 5 ,.--- fvs ' lit .. lea-e ci is rw F5 'auf 'WA 'iss 'N 'A xv-N , rl, I In M 'ii X y' K 'X W . K5 f f 1 hour in the same classification with items which regularly appear in Robert Ripley's Believe lt Or Nota feature. Mr. lchabod chose his 7 ' subjects not for their possibilities as requirements for graduating, nor 7 'for their intrinsic valneg he chose them because they offered the great- Z lwmw ,bis est returns for the least ellortg i.e., those courses laughingly referred to K 4 about the campus as 'isnap coursesf, ' A But the Administration, hard-heads all, did not see eye to eye with this conservative possibility. There was always a certain amount of dis- fx sention, in spite of the fact that Mr. lchabod made a practice of approach- ing the most lenient-looking member of the faculty who had been pressed into service for enrollment day. V To say that lVlr. lchabod rallied around this susceptible member of a f,iilf', 9J, 1 notoriously unsuseeptible clan, is understatement. Mr. lchabod fairly exuded pleasantries and those little compliments which are dear to the , faculty soul. However, this was to no avail. The faculty member whom Mr. Icha- bod had chosen to put his John Henry on his enrollment slip was one of those mcck souls who will quibble with one for hours in a mild but adamzmt protest against what appears to be a wanton waste of time. As everyone knows, even the meekest faculty member will rise against time-wasting in any form, and this particular individual was no exeep- WMM tion. xi ,ml Before the first hour had passed, Mr. Iehahod had begun to wish that he had bearded a more tough-looking lion in the pendant lair. Mr. E I l.x,x,, l' Master of Science was becoming dillicult. He stated, in his halting fash- ,r 'Y4t ion, that he was of the opinion that Mr. Ichabod would do well to enroll QI ig X bf i fx H,U 13 1

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' i HT' 'ek it Q . Q, ff'-Q Q . QQ -. W ll x I l H 'UM XIX fX,, fl ki 2 XCVJX ,5l'ib- ADX 5 113- 'if-1 H fl-N 1. ICHABGD'S GPINICDNS 0+ he by Bob Hemphill It was not, thought Mr. Ichabod, that he needed those hours, it was the principle of the thing. Mr. lchabod often told himself that he would maintain his principles, or any others which sounded plausible, with all his power, and he meant to maintain them in this instance. lVlr. lchabod was having trouble with the Ad- ministration again. An excessive number of cuts had given him a large F in Social Science 23, and, although Mr. lchabod neither considered nor cared about the appearance of his transcript, he felt it a matter of personal pride to adjust the situation at once, and with the least possible effort. Wllhey can't do this to rne,'7 he said to him- self, and that seemed to settle the issue. lf pressed for an explanation of c'They, Mr. lcha- bod probably would have waved a hand vaguely and disposed of the definition with 'LThe Ad- lUlIllSlI'EillOl'l.,, The rub came, however, here: Old Phizog, the prof, had been quite stuffy about the whole thing. It was in vain that Mr. lchabod waved his final paper under Old Phizog's nose and pointed with pardonable pride to the imposing 79 marked thereon. It was obvious that although Mr. lchabod looked upon this 79 with the bliss of a father upon his first-born, Old Phizog gave it a jaundiced eye. 'llt is of absolutely no impo1'tanee,,7 Phiz said. nYour grade in the final examination, such-harumph-as it is, means nothing at all. The fact remains, you had thirteen cuts in this two-hour course. l can do nothing but give you a failing grade in the subject. Rules-- harumph-are rules, we must abide by them, however unfair, unsatisfactory, and-er-umpf -they may be. This, even the sunny lVlr. lchabod admitted, made things look a little dark. Things were forever looking dark, he reflected bitterly, when- ever one ran afoul of the Administration. Mr. lchabod was always one to forget and forgive, and his was not a critical nature, but as he looked back upon the various difhculties he had had in the past with this abstract body, he could but assume that they were a hard-headed lot, to say the least. A man can abide so much, he said, but occasionally he finds it necessary to turn like the proverbial worm and bite the hand that teaches him. The whole semester-indeed, the whole year -had been one of trouble and travail, involv- ing, as it did, a series of problems concerning the unyielding tendencies of the Administration in its attitude toward lVlr. lehabod and his fu- ture. There had been the problem of enroll- ment for the fall term . . . lVlr. lchabod contemplated the semi-annual enrollment proceedings with loathing. There was something about the whole sordid busi- ness whieh appalled his aesthetic nature. For one thing, one had to dash thither and yon get- ting an unbelievable number of signatures on

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Ft it N A fe: l 2-Q M, ,M vt A li E fl fu V N ll r tffffrvdl, 43- T 'Ee' VX X A in Zoo and Business Law instead of Art Ap- preciation, and Principles of Ethics ll. This, Mr. lchahod had no intention of doing. 7YVay back in the dim past of his first two years he had signed up for such outlandish subjects as Geology l, and Swimming, Advanced. He had no intention of letting himself in for similar labor in the future. The Ge-o course entailed the recognition of a number of different rocks, minerals, and stones-not to mention a work- able aequaintanceship with Darwin's principles of evolution, the swimming instructor had in- sisted that lVlr. lchabod devote from twenty to forty minutes of his life each day in hanging to the gutter of the pool in a futile flutter kick. Mr. lehabod liked neither rock nor Austra- lian crawl. As a matter of record, he once said that if all known rocks, minerals, etc., were placed end to end, it would probably be the Paleozoic Era, further, that he wouldn't care in the slightest. And as for the Australian crawl, it might be all right for the Australians, but he, for one, was glad he didnit have to live in Australia. But to get back to the situation: Mr. Master of Science persisted, Mr. lehabod persisted. Mr. lchabod enrolled in Art Appreciation and Principles of Ethics ll. Mr. Master of Science was not angry-just awfully, awfully hurt. ul'm sure that you would be wise to work to- ward filling your graduation requirernents, he murmured shyly, in a last desperate attempt to salvage something constructive from the wreckage of lchabod's program. 46By the wayfl said Mr. lehabod, HSpeaking of graduating, did you by chance attend the ceremonies in the Chapel last spring? Beauti- ful service. Caps, Gowns, Organ playing. Some fellow by the name of-now, what was his name-made an inspiring talk about going out into the world, and all that. Wonderful affair, l often wish I'd seen it myself . . . Now, you take Art Appreciation-there's a course l'm looking forward to. l mean, one feels the need for culture now and again. And so, as lVlr. lchabod later remarked, by the grace of God he finally got enrolled in those subjects which appealed to his love of culture, but all in all it was a rough go, and he made a mental note not to pick meek-looking faculty members in the future while enrolling. This was but the beginning of Mr. lehabod's conflict with the Administration. lt was only a moment, comparatively speaking, until he ran into a second snag. Mr. lchabod met his match at last, he met the new Treasurer. He marched into the sanctum of this rugged individual with an air of one who has come to confer upon the college, a medium-sized en- dowment. Sit downf' said Mr. Treasurer. Quite all rightf, Mr. lchabod answered breezily, feeling that he could stand up during the last few moments of this awful business of enrollment, now that it was practically over. lVlr. Treasurer looked up at lVlr. lchabod. He looked down at the assortment of papers which Mr. Iehabod had accumulated in running the gauntlet. '4Well?'7 he asked. It was at this moment that the first presenti- ment of his ultimate fate seized Mr. lehabod. It had been his intention to suffer the man a few routine remarks about paying the school a little money from time to time, sign whatever