Kirksville College of Osteopathic Medicine - Osteoblast Yearbook (Kirksville, MO)

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THE DAILY DISTRESS junk drooping from the door is quite attractive, isn't it? Lends en' chantment to the place. Well, maybe you think so. So far as we're concerned distance is the only thing that lends enchantment in this case. And there's the Acacia hovel on the upper right. Too bad it didn't go otf the page altogether. Get the effect of the tall dead grass at the doorfsill. Looks like whiskers. The extra building you see in the backf ground is an outhouse. Quite im' proper to include that in the pic' ture, but we had to, and besides, the Acacia boys are proud of the fact that they can adord an outhouse along with their winter residence. How do you like the sign. All right, isn't it, except for what it says on it. Rather plain, tooJsimple Barn' yard Style, 16th Century. What are those tellftale streaks of light we see inside? Oh, that's what the boys read by. What would they do with' out something to read by? Get that modernistic leaning effectfa splenf did takefoll' on the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Note the massive braces on that powerfullyfconstructed oaken door. You coultln't break in there in a hurry, could you? But wait a minute-what is that dark object in the foreground in front of the Acacia house? Probably a dead rat. Well, we don't see how anything could be very much alive ir' the vicinity. We took this picture with a telescopic lens. The I. T. S. house there on the lower left is the last word in upftof thefininute streamlining. The wind whistles by like a snake in the grass. The only thing that can get by quicker than the wind is a fellow with a sense of delicacy. Notice the prop before the door. That's proper, isn't it? lf it weren't there the house wouldn't be either. And the ITS lads are quite modest, too, you see. The door is closed tightly-that is, as tightly as they can get it. There's still quite a gap, but you've got to have light enough to print those poetical murals inside. We can't tell you about those-you'd have to see them to appreciate them. Any druggist can tell you what to take if you want to make a quick exf cursion. And you can have all the time you want. Heaven knows the ITS boys take plenty. You'll see STRANGE DISEASE A Typical Case of Absentitis Fr0meight0'cl0ckus. This Particular Case Was Thought to Have Been Brought On by Too Much Study. A strange new disease has been found and named by Dr. George Fulton of the College Staff. Absent' itis Promeightolclockus is the some' what ponderous name that has been applied to the condition. Although Dr. Fulton is one of the main pursuers of the causative factor of this condition, there is much discussion among other faculty members as to whether Dr. Fulton is really the discoverer of the dis' ease. Dr. Stukey claims to have had a great deal of experience with the disease in all types of Cases, mild and severe. Dr. H. G. Swanson is also interested in the new disease. There are legends handed down from father to son that the condition is not new at all. That in past years the disease reached epidemic prof portions. So many people were inf fected at the same time that the seats in eight o'clock classes were as bare as the posterior aspect of one of Dr. Denby's little friends about the time Don grabs them and rushes into the back room to start the spanky process. According to legend the treat' ment in the past was of a very mild sort. The disease was allowed to run its course and in due time the patient recovered. However as the condition became rarer the cases also became more severe and resist' ant to treatment. The modern method of treatf ment is of a prophylactic nature and consists of warning the patient against coming in contact with the supposed causative factors. These factors are: acute alcoholism, Iota Tau Sigma Dances, the back seat in the Owl, ten pages a day, som' nambulism, living in the P. S. G. house, window peeping, being Edf itor of the Osteoblast, trying to count the Pizzlywink members, lower the general resistance. The prognosis in the more se' vere cases is not at all good. They require many incisions or cuts and often terminate fatally. Some auf thorities seem to think that this fatal termination is a good thing in many respects, for it is thought that those who have suifered from this condition will never amount to much anyway. about ten of them in there now if you look through that Frenchy window on the other side. And note those unique flagpoles protruding from the,roof. What holds them izisi there nobody knows. Probably somebody inside. Note the surf rounding country. Rolling lawns, great trees in full blossom, busted barbfwire fences, evidences of de,

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THE D ILY DI TRESS ' - AND EVENING BURP PUBLISHED ONE MONDAY AFTERNOON FOR NO REALLY GOOD REASON AT ALL Circulation: 80000000 Men. 4 wi0Ill6ll and 5 Teachers College Students FRATEUTIE C0 Unique Dwellings Mark Progress in Unusual Contest Distance Lends Enchantnlent Says Zilch tUnited Press, May 56, 14925 Houses in any way, shape or form for people ingany way, shape or form are, in the process of delapidaf tion as the K. C. O. S. fraternity contribution to the World Century of Recession Expedition. Dwellers in Darkness have nothing on our fraternity boys. Note the spacious lawns surrounding the Theta Psi mansion in the upper left. Well, where is the gardener. That's another one of those open secrets. The roof, as you will see, is of 15th Century Hurnoresque style with a dash of soda just to make it look topping. Get the rakish angle of that doorfcatch, handfcarved and stuck on with a tenfpenny nail. That'll hold 'em. Notice the oak panelling on the inside of the door. What? You don't see it? Funny, we were just thinking the same thing. Notice the iron grill-work on that snaky sign. The boys use it to fry steaks on after dark. In back of the house can be seen four of the boys making themselves right at home. There wasn't room inside. They'll get their turn some other line day. No, that's right, you can't see them. The house is in the way. Notice the smart interior-right upftofthefminf ute in every way. No there's no sleeping porch. The boys do all their sleeping right in the parlorf very convenient, you know. Enter' taining, too. From the looks of the place we wouldn't be surprised to see the Thete boys bring home the bacon with that palatial residence. M PETE For ARCHITlii1THfH0 OR Who knows? Well, they ought to bring home something, anyhow. The Phi Sigs have outdone them' selves again. Here's the smartest, most modern establishment we've had the pleasure of smelling in a long time. Filtered air inside, too. Filters through the walls, the roof, the door and those other things we suspect are inside. Get the latest knockfdown effect of the whole mess. The last word in architectural excellence. It's the last word, all right, except for the epitaph. Notice the giant weeping willow in the foreground. We don't blame it for weeping. A few of the boys are out sunning themselves on the win' dow seat inside, paradoxically enough. You can do those things in the Phi Sig house. Note the tropical il217ll beauty ofthe surrounding country- macaws gurgling, ants chewing away at the woodworkgoh it's all so grand! Why go to South Amerif ca? Stay at home with the Phi Sigsfenjoy life in the strong counf try air, see the world from an illf fitting seat and wonder why your legs go to sleep. Note the flagstone walk in the foreground. They for' got the flagstones. but the optical illusion is good. Besides, it's much more fun to creep up on people in the house, and a flagstone walk would give you away. Get the modf ernistic effect of the massive neon sign on the roof. The Sign of the Circle. And look at the gap beneath the front porch. You can always hide there when you're afraid of being embarrassed. And all that

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THE DAILY DISTRESS parted cows. Ain't nature grand? Note particularly the portefcochere. It's around at the other side, so you can't see it. It's just as well, though. It's just as well you can't see a lot of things about the place. Notice the landscape gardening, planned by an expert. It doesn't matter what kind of an expert. Get the quaint atmosphere about the place. You'd get it much better if you were a little closer. We know from experience. Well, all in all that's quite a building, but if that gap in the door is any measure of those inside we're afraid something terrible would happen to passing wayfarers with greenapple quickf step. And now pause just an instance at the palatial residence of the ATS lads. Such beauty, such grandeur! At Home with the ATS, or, They Laughed When I Sat Down-good titles for pictures, eh? Well you wouldn't do much laughing I don't think-not if they had to fish you out with a bent hairpin on a string. But really, this place is quite fetch- ing, don't you think? See all that shrubbery around the house, ca' ressing the walls so tenderly. That tree on the right is a peculiar variety of the persimmon. Peculiar, all right, or it wouldn't be within ten miles of the place. We'll almost bet the ATS house will pull down the prize. Certainly it pulls down every' thing else. Somebody ought to pull it down. And by the way, take a squint at that knobby hatchway in the side of the house, on the left. Whoever do you suppose thought of that? That's one of the many special features about this misplaced garret that make it outstanding among others of its ilk. Merely lift the latch-or isn't there any latch?- and man the bilge pumps. Or stow away your rusty niblicks so the town won't tax you for having them. Be sure they're rusty, though. But it dcesn't really matter-they will be if they aren't already. Note that monstrous spar soaring toward the heavens above. The crow's nest is on top but you can't see who's there looking for-whales, or some' thing. Now here's what yould call a real estate. See all the rustic sum' mer houses in the background, and the cactus plants over by what's left of the fence. Those summer houses should have been in the foreground, rot the background. They're quite large enough to hide this residence completely and you'd have been spared the pain of gaping at it. Notice the white blotch on the right of the house. Gives a pleasing effect of a lake, doesn't it? Probably son1ebody's wash hanging out to dry. Whitefwash, anyhow. All in all, though, you'll probably agree that here is a pile of secondfhand lumber that would brighten the corner of any furnace. Pause just long enough to catch the Atlas edition out of the corner of your cornea. Now these boys have an eye for the aesthetic-they have given you one of those arty threefquarter views of their musty hovel. Whereis the front door- around at the back? Too bad-it's really SO decorative, if your glasses are dark enough. That goes for the whole place, for that matter. And get a mouthful of that haystack in the foreground. Better spit it out too, while you've got the chance. This structure, by the way, is an adaptation of a Sth Century hunt' ing lodge on jake's Ash Heap, with a few architectural borrowings from 18th Century Igloo and 14th Cen' tury MudfHut Special. Fourfwheel brakes, floating power, knockejfout body and tortyfodd shifts daily. Note the yawning chasm in that chic rear vvall-specially constrixctf ed to admit chickens, pigs, geese, mules., crocodiles, snakesfinfthef grass, innocent bystanders and 100' yd. dashers. Get that unique fenced' in effect-it lends such dignity and exclusiveness to the place. Really, though, there's no need for a fence to make it exclusive-all your friends would be delighted to stay away even without an invitation. But it's all in the game, you know. Note the unusual sign-it even has a brace. And before we forget it - get the snaky script on that antique shingle-you dress for dinner here, yes sir. How do you dress?- that's the question. And gaze at the rustic furniture littered about in the front yard. Gives the place that Fifth Avenue nonchalance. Well, ease yourselves onto one of those rusty nails, boys, and let's take a long rest. jimi GREAT MAN HONORED BY HOME FOLKS Herr Russellatus Slaterus, emi' nent Ukrainian scientist famous for his investigations of a biological secretion, will be fittingly honored by the American Institution of Burpologists, at the convention soon to be held in the dreamy Europf ean hamlet of Placenta, in Acetonia. Herr Slaterus leaves for Acetonia from New York, where hundreds of admiring burpologists have charter' ed a sewerage barge, property of the harbor sanitation commission, in order that their hero may make the crossing in fitting atmosphere. The S. S. Albuminuria will convey the professor's scientific instruments so that he may improve his ping pong technique while enroute. DR. VoN SLATERUS Russellatus Slaterus is the only man who has ever accomplished the quantitative analysis of an amoebals feces. Herr Slaterus, his temples whitened by years of dandruff, fondled a canine concretion hanging from his watch chain, presented to him as a charm while being inter' viewed by a host of communistic sympathizers. Der hardest chob mit vich I undertakedf' said Slaterus, vas ven my pet ameebas dey vas ill mit constipathun. I gafe dem baths mit Pluto wasser und nnally I gafe dem enemas mit broken bottles before I saw der stains from der fish bowl vich vas a sign dey vas guredf'