Kansas City Kansas Community College - Owaissa Yearbook (Kansas City, KS)

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Page 22 THE JAYHAWK Track When the .Interstate track and field meet swings into session this Satur- day afternoon, May 13, at l1Vyan- dotte stadium, local thinclads will be defending two loop marks. Lester Bitner, Devil field man, set the conference javelin record of 180 feet, 3 inches last year at Wentworth. Les will compete in the event again this year. The other Kansas City mark is held by Morrison who ran the 880- yard run in 2.01:8 in 1939. That event ended in a tie. To inspire the local banner car- riers, are a lovely queen and two beauteous attendants. The queen, Helen Sanders, and her two attend- ants, jane Smith and Bobbie Hicks, will reign over the festivities. The royal trio was selected by a vote of the student body and the track team. The local tracksters boast a better than average record this season. They placed second in the Kemper Indoor meet in April. They retumed home to dump the Kemper squad 81-44 in a duel. Then followed a loss to the powerful Wentworth crew. The locals placed second in the Baker relays. All field tinals and track prelimin- aries will be held Saturday afternoon. The track finals begin Saturday eve- ning at 8 o'clock. Mr. Loren French is track coach, and Mr. Herman Grundy is in charge of the touma- ment. In an effort to promote ticket sales for the Interstate Conference Track Meet May 12-13, Mrs. Houdek's Eng- lish classes challenged Mr. Grundy's classes. The contest added zeal to the ticket sale. Perhaps the most outstanding fea- ture of the contest was the appear- ance in the daily bulletin of per- tinent announcements. The one that started the encounter began, The battle is on! The weapons-gerunds and participles at twenty paces. Each day brought forth more poetic results, such as Shelley wished that he could be as free, as unfettered as his spirit. He longed to be a mes- senger for the West Wind and to fly with it in the same carefree style that characterized the Skylark which looked neither 'before nor after' and did not pine for 'what is not'. Now in a more modernistic tone if your 'heart knows what the wild goose knows' and if you must go where the wild goose goes,' be at Wyandotte stadium May 13. TRACK QUEENS .lone Smith, Helen Sanders, Bobbie Hicks. Hnmnnuininq Parade On old fashioned surrey drawn by palomino horses and bearing the queen and her two attendents led the 1949 Junior College Homecoming parade. Marching on either side of the queen's surrey was an honor guard made up of members of the Indigo Imps. The queen, Nola Cloud, and her two attendants, Betty Schulteis and Helen Ulmer, reigned over the affair proclaimed by Mayor Clark E. Tucker. Following the queen and her two attendants was the spirited pep band, led by two Junior College co-eds, Mary Brown, head drum-maporette, and Eleanor Duckworth. Next was the French Club, which was made up of a nightclub, com- plete with chairs, tables, waiter, eus- tomers, a French poodle, and a French model. The Spanish Club was represented by a float which pertained to a ty- pical Spanish street scene. The float of the YWCA and the YMCA showed a Blue Devil herd- ing some Chillicothe Ducks into the poultry house ready for slaughtering. Other floats represented the In- digo Imps, K Club, German Club, Dramatics Club, and the various so- cial clubs. Altogether there were about 20 or 30 floats which included several new, shiny convertables. After the victorious football game cA.,vVcAA,-.A,v..Afs with Chillicothe Business College the homecoming dance was held in the gymnasium. Nola Cloud was chosen by the football team and was crowned by Charles Priddy. Gene Moore and his orchestra played. Each girl wore a white mum cor- sage with a blue tie, which was sold by the Indigo Imps to raise money. The Imps presented the queen with a bouquet of red roses at the dance. Hallin For the First time Radio Produc- tion has been offered this' year at Junior College. The class meets every other day to study radio procedure and to rehearse scripts. Each time there is a different director, and as- sistant director. The students select their own cast and their own scripts, or write original scripts. They broadcast every other Wednes- day over station KCKN at 8:00 p.m. The second semester students bought a new amplifier out of their fees. This will remain at the school, for all radio classes. Miss Mary Ellis Graham is the teacher of the class. Adventure-Taking a test for which you haven't studied.-Frances Fagan. Shot gun-One which is usually shot in Mr. Harvey's class.-Mary Brown.

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THE JAYHAWK Page 21 YWCA The YWCA has had various ac- tivities throughout the year. To start the year off, they had a pot-luck supper, welcoming the new members. Besides the pot-luck sup- per, the YW had a backward dance, in which the girls asked the boys, made them corsages, and paid all the bills for that night. They had meet- ings where they had guest speakers. The YW also sponsored a square dance. The halloween party was the highlight of the year. The annex was decorated with pumpkins, corn stalks, painted leaves, black cats, skeletons and crepe paper. Everyone was very eager to have his fortune told. Each year the YW handles the book exchange. They sell books for everyone and take 10 percent out of each book they sell. If the books are not sold they are either retumed to the owner or they may remain until the next semester. ' This year various organizations went together and sponsored the Unesco dance. The YW contributed ten dollars for the Unesco funds. The YW and YM attended the junior College conference held at Coffeyville at the beginning of the year. Kansas City Junior College was represented by Marybelle Evans, Rose Bachman, Roberta Youmans, Sally Grassberger, Jackie Reiling, Bob Tompkins, Dale Mullins, Kenneth Kent, Mrs. Berneice Houdek and Miss Inez MacKinnon. They discussed the various problems of the junior Col- leges, and attended a banquet, and a football game which was followed by a dance. During the latter part of the year the YW and YM attended the three- day conference at Manhattan Col- lege. Those who represented this col- lege were: Marybelle Evans, Mary Brown, Sally Grassberger, Rose Bach- man, Jean Johnston, Matia Drizos, Jackie Reiling, Mrs. Houdek, Miss MacKinnon, and Mr. Howard Adams. They received some new ideas on how to improve their YW and YM and attended banquets and several dances. The officers are: Marybellc Evans, president: Georgia Adams, vice- president: Mary Brown, secretary, and Sally Grassberger, treasurer. Sponsors of the YW are Miss Mac- Kinnon and Mrs. Houdek. l . i l I 1 4 YMCA Everett Waffs, Dutch Briscoe, Joe Sfude, Bob Sfewarf, George Holyfielcl, Bob Thomp- kins, John Bowlin, Dennis Vernon. YWCA SEATED: Mary Brown, Morybelle Evans, Sally Grassberger. STANDING: Mildred Cross, Malia Drizos, Ruth Ann Meyer, Milzi Hurt, Gayle Grunberg, Doris McCormick, Rose Bcchman, Jackie Reiling, Frances Fagan, Joy Dill, Mary McMurray, Mariie Myers, Juanita Porfwoocl, Ruih Mears, Birdye Hale.

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THE JAYHAWK Page 23 LITERARY Q A Little Longer It was midafternoon on a warm spring day in May, and Arnold Field was crowded as it had never been crowded before. Great throngs of ex- pectant people-sorne young, some old, some tall, some short, some heavy, some thin-were pushed up against a temporary wire fence that had been erected for this mammoth occasion. Youngsters were scurrying here and there with cotton candy and soda pop in their grubby little hands. Groups of interested elders stood around discussing the last time that such a famous aviator had come to town. It was now 2:00 o'clock and in precisely fifteen minutes Art Johns was scheduled to try out a new model airplane. Right now though, he sat calmly in a press box with his lovely fiancee. Sitting there-he with his dark hair and skin and dressed in a snow- white flying costume, and she with her golden hair and fair skin and wearing a sky-blue organdy dress- they made a striking picture. They sat there looking at each other but saying nothing for long periods of time. Then Sue broke the silence. Art, don't you think you ought to go down now? It is almost time. Yes, darling, I guess I'd better. I won't be up for long: just long enough to get the motor warmed up, really. Then our waiting will be all over. We'll go to the preacher this afternoon, soothed Art. Yes, I know, dear, but we've waited so terribly long. You will be careful, won't you? pleaded Sue. Art took Sue's tiny hands in his and looked hungrily at her upturned babyish face. You bet your life I'll be careful! I wouldn't want to miss our visit we're paying this afternoon. With this promise and a back- ward, longing glance at Sue, he hur- ried down the stairs and onto the field where his plane was waiting. The crowds began cheering and ap- plauding. Above the din, Sue heard the mighty engines of the plane start. Then he was off. Up and up he scared into the cloudless sky. Oh, God in Heaven, please bring him back safely to mel We've waited so long, prayed the lovely young miss in blue. just then one of the engines be- gan sputtering and before long it was evident that Art was in trouble- serious trouble. The crowd of peo- ple grew silent-most of them too frightened to do anything. Some- where the plaintive wail of a siren was sounding. People began to move then in every direction-everyone that is, but a golden-haired girl. She stood where Art Johns had left her. Oh, God, she begged, please don't let him crash! But it was too late. The plane was plunging to the earth in a nose dive. With a mighty crash and a vvAwAA A Dreameris Dream Most people call me a dreamerg' perhaps I am. Let me relate my hopes to you, and then you may pass judgment. If I could choose the kind of world I would like to live in, it would be a world where peace reigned supreme. There would be no I-Iitlers to threaten and terrify the peoples of the earth. As a re- sult the people would be happy, healthy, pleasure-loving individuals with clean minds and pure hearts. These people would be well-educated and church-minded souls. They would not know the meaning of housing shortages, food rationing, and corn- pulsory military training, because there would be houses enough, food aplenty, and no need of military forces in a world where peace reigns supreme. Laughter would be heard my dream world 'round. Sickness would be reduced to a minimum with pre- ventatives and cures for such dreaded diseases as polio and cancer. Race, creed, color, and language would not be barriers to international friend- ship, but helpmates. Fear, depression, hunger, strife, hatred, sin, would be just words in the dictionary of the world. The Prince of Peace would be able to look down upon this dream world of mine and thing of it as a task well completed. To have such a world as this one is my hope. Do you think me a dreamer?-Rose Marie Bachman. great burst of flame, it smacked the field. Rescue men dragged a still, lifelessbody from the charred ruins minutes later. People commenced gasping and crying. And high up in a press box stood a lone, pathetic, forgotten figure-the figure of a sob- ridden young girl who would have to wait a little longer for her Art. -Rose Bachman. ,Out of the Silence He rested quietly for the first time since this illness had seized him. Last night had been perfectly peace- ful. Awful is the power of pain, and strange is the relief that follows its spasms. He had taken to his bed some months ago. His headaches had increased in their intensity and per- sistancy to a point where the slight- est movement produced the tortures of the damned. His body, frail at best, had slowly wasted away into a pathetic nothingness. His mind, however, remained clear, and his skill at conversation was not dulled or in- jured in the least. He enjoyed discussions and often engaged me as his listener for I was his constant companion. His talks were frequently punctuated by unex- pected cessations of speech. During these pauses, his face, normally quite pleasant, writhed and strained in un- bearable agony. But he never ut- tered a complaining sound. It was during these pauses that his fortitude or self-discipline, call it what you will, commanded respect from all. His condition remained unchanged until several weeks ago. Then slowly he seemed to fight his way back to- ward health. He had reached his crisis and had passed it! As his health improved, our conversations lengthened. He talked of his plans and unrealized ambitions. Yester- day, as he was commenting on the instability of life, he was again seized by that excruciating pain. His eyes widened for an instant, his mouth tightened, and then relaxed forever. I sat by his bedside and studied that mouth. It had laughed and talked but a moment ago. The room yet echoed its voice. It had been alive with dreams and ambitions. Now it cried out with thunderous silence-the most tangible evidence of the intangible might of death. My thoughts brought to me the ex- pressive lines: These be three silent things: The falling snow, The hour before the dawn, The mouth of one just dead. -Thad Nugent.