Des Moines College - Tiger Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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5 'x 4 'Ie 5 ,T i 'nl' ,M . NEW SYSTEM IN GIRLS' DORM . Miss Dora Stillwell feeling keenly the cutting glances given her when she calls belated daters from their sighing, soothing, dove-like communi- cations at the dorm door, has instituted a new and unique device whereby all embarrassment and chagrin is removed for all concerned. The method is known as the Chinese-counting method. It was brought from China by a Baptist missionary. Business Manager Vaughn and Loren D. Osborne have given it their stamp of approval. The Chinese have practiced this simple, impressive little way of bidding each other good-night for thousands of years. Small brothers and sisters were taught how to count in this manner as big sister stood on the reed mat before the bamboo-roofed house with her slant-eyed sweetie. And now it has come to our own American shores and promises to be adopted universally by all schools and colleges where members of the fairer sex are lodged in one hall. ' . A According to instructions received, Miss Stillwell is to call lady victim by name, then discreetly turn her head the other way and begin in a whisper, to count. The first numbers are to be spoken very softly and gradually increase in volume till the 8, 9 and 10 are spoken in a clear, distinct voice. No peeking allowed while counting, especially on the 8, 9, and 10. NEW GYMNASIUM DESTROYED BY FIRE. The gigantic new gymnasium, which has just been completed was de- stroyed the other evening by a fire of unknown origin. Although somewhat worried at first the faculty have entered into the spirit of the thing and now take the whole matter as a joke, and indeed this is the only thing to do under the circumstances and the professors may be seen any day now looking at the ruins and slapping each other on the back as they hold their sides to keep them from splitting from laughter. Although the alarm was turned in early and the boys were called from all the fraternity houses and the dorm still it seemed impossible to curb the trickling Hame which gradually gained in volume, until when the fire de- partment arrived an hour later the whole gigantic structure was one grand mass of Hame and as the walls crashed in the fire chief joined with the students in loud cheers and hurrahs. . Drake University has come forward very valiantly in this little emer- gency and offered to vacate their gym in order that our boys may use it. We thank them! IlIllIllIllHIIllIlllIlIIIIIlllIIllIlIIIIllIIIIHHlIIIllIIIIIIIIII!IIHllIIHllllIlIIllIIIIIIlllIIIIIIllIlllllIlllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII' 185 IllIIIIllIIIIIIHlllIIIIIIIIlIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIillIlIlllIlIlIll!llIllIllIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIII'IIIIIIlIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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'fa K DES MOINES UNIVERSITY IS BANKRUPT Treasurer Lost Funds to Students Matching Coins. As a result of the treasurer's practice of matching coins with the students to determine whether they shall get their tuition free or pay double for it, the finances of the old school are in such a strait that it is believed the col- lege will have to close its doors unless its patrons and friends aid with large contributions. Hoping to gain for the University an increased revenue and for himself an undying fame as a financier, Mr. Vaughn, treasurer, procured a pair of loaded dice and thought thus to swindle students in the time honored man- ner. However, With all his experience, the results soon revealed that the students are more proficient handlers of the ivory than he can ever hope to be. No more did the coffers of the University receive a replenishing at the opening of the term. Although at times helped by all the office help Mr. Vaughn was still unable to win. True, Steve Fenton was held up for S100 at the opening of the term, but following behind him, Hackett, Heming and Hites and others of the brethren, to say nothing of the host of Layman, tossed the dice for a perfect score. Driven to desperate ends by' this conjecture, the administration grew careless of the finances. Students who did not risk the play were allowed in some instances to run in arrears as much as two or three cents at a time. In this way much money has been lost to the University and we come now before the friends and patrons of the school asking that aid be despatched at once. llllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllIIIllIlllllllIlllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllHIIIlllillIlIIII1llIIlllllllllllllllllllillllllIIlI!lIl S184 IIlIIIIIlIlIIIIIIIlIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIilIIIIIIIIIllIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIllIHIIIllIIIIlilllllllllllllllllllll

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DIARY OF A DORMITORY FLAPPER BY ONE Monday. ' Rose at 7:30. Had to hurry like the dickens to make 7:45 class. Didn't have time to comb my hair so I wore my hat. Of course, I met that hand- some Miller Reims and he spoke to me. My heart, even if I am a little hard-boiled, registered a flutter and I think my face Hushed. Nobody could tell if my face did Hush however, for I got my makeup on swell this A. M. even if I was in a hurry. Saved money at lunch by finishing the box of candy Dick sent. It sure pays to have a lot of Sweeties-especially ones who send candy like Dick does, and flowers like Ed does, and books like Johnny does, and a keen man or two with cars like Leo and Bill. Of course I like men who drive coupes. Coupes are like lovers' tubs, and-well, diary dear, you can't blame me for liking a man with a coupe. Tuesday. Slept till 8:30. Appearedgin chapel with my two-fifty marcel, my seven- fifty tan calfskin shoes, three-fifty hose and a cute short skirt and wool sweater. Did they stare? Hum, I'll say they did. Darn the dorm. Can't date on week nights. I'm dying for a date. Oh, for a man-a cave man! I can't see why studies are offered here in this Institution. We never have time to study. Some find time-some of the hicks, but with me,--well, there are the men, you see, and they take all my time. VVednesday. Had a terrible accident after class at 10:30. I was humiliated almost to tears. I didn't dare cry, though, for that would have ruined my face. I nearly lost my rat. Feature me kidding George Kidd and all of a sudden feel something loose just above my ear. Ye gods! When I put my hand up there I grabbed that thing! George couldn't miss that chance and gave me the raspberry. Oh heavens, this is a hard old world. Got a check from home this A. M. That will soother my sorrows for I'm going to spend it for some keen duds. HIIIIIIIIllllIHillII!!IlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIllIIIlllIIlllllllllllIIIll!IIIIIIIIIIlIIlIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 186 IIIIIIIIllIIIIIlIIlIIIIIIIlIIIlIIIIIIIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIIIllIIIIIIIIllIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIHIIHIIIIIlIIIIIIIIlI!1IIIIIIlIlIHIIl!!l