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THE COLLEGIAN
Eetabiitshed 1040. Successor to the Penn State Collegian,
established 1904. and 'he Free Lance, established 1887.
Published every Friday during the regular College year
hy the staff of the Daily Collegian of The Pennsylvania
State College. Entered as second class matter July 6, 1934
at the Fost Office at State College, Pa. under the act of
ldarcr 8, 1879. .
Subscriptioi* by mail only at $l.OO a semester.
Edilor-in-Chief Business Manager
Emil A. Kubek Herbert Hasson
Advertising Manager Managing Editor
Kathryn Vogel B. J. Cutler
Editorial Bonrd: ...
News Editor Helen V. Hatton
Feature Editor Nancy Cnrastro
Sports Editor 7-Y. kU> F , Dn ? llo t V
Editorial Assistants—rettftie Weaver, Ruth Constnd, Gcrt
rudo Lawatsch
Tionnrtnr __ Fay Young
Assistant Business Manager —Betty
Junior Advertising Board—Bernice l‘incberg, Elaine Miner
Staff This Issue
Managing Editor n.Tt'lf'k J 'ronsta<l
Asst. Managing Editor Euth K. Constad
News Editor v ? c " nct *
Sports Editor Victor J. Danilov
Asßt. Advertising Manager Hasson
News Assistants —Richard Glickman, Gona Nerenberg,
Richard Schlcgel, Estelle Simon, Jacqueline Socol. Jack
Townsend.
Friday, August 11, 1944
The Hats Are Back
At approximately the same hour last
Sunday night, two Penn State hat socie
ties, Parmi Nous and Skull and Bones, were
once again brought into the collegiate pic
ture as student organiaztions.
Alumni of both societies thought it neces
sary to revive such groups. Penn State
men in service have these hat societies in
their memories and in all probability, would
like to see Parmi Nous and SkuM and Bones
an essential part of Penn State on their re
turn to the campus from all regions of the
world .
, A football game on Beaver Field with
put hat men has been experienced by the
student body and faculty for the past
two years. But there are people who
have lived in the Nittany Valley for many
years, and they realize that hat men have
flayed their part in Penn State tradition.
V The present freshman class needs the hat
societies. Increasing violations of fresh
man customs- reveals the fact that some in
direct governing group could accomplish an
Admirable step in the direction of a better
class of freshmen. In prewar days fresh
men feared and actually respected Penn
State's hat societies.
f: So there is a job to be done. Cooperation
of the hat societies should be one of their
iliain objectives. They .should teach the
freshmen that Penh State customs have a
sferious purpose behind them.
Too Many Women
\'A surprising news item released last week
undoubtedly created various opinions.
Limited housing facilities has forced the
College to refuse two out of three women
applying for admission for the fall se
mester of 1944. President Hetzel’s state
ment reveals that the majority of the
women not being accepted academically
stand in the upper two-fiifths of their high
school classes.
It is a difficult situation to face, but this
is just another result of Hitler’s world
revolution. There are probably a great
many women entering college in order that
they might have an education, something
which will be an important element in the
postwar world. They will be better fitted
as trained individuals. But there will not
be too many of them, at least hot in Penn
sylvania.
The only solution in this case is the ex
pansion of the College physical plant. This
idea has been accomplished to a certain ex
tent, but the housing shortage prevails.
Persistent recommendations along this line
would seem to do the trick. •
Collegiate Review
Perhaps fearing a return to the classics, Prof.
Robert Tangeman of Indiana University was re
ported pleading with students to "be tolerant of
music in new style.”
Here is news to end all news * . . The Carne
gie Tech Tartan revealed the total enlistment of
the frosh class at 113—111 boys and two girls.
Pardon me while I go off and meditate.
Marine Roger M. Busfield, a University of Tex
as alumnus, has just had his fir&t story published
—fairy tale in the kiddies’ magazine, Jack and Jill.
* * in *
Several new law books in braille have recently
been added to the Boalt Hall library collection at
the University of Southern California, bringing
the total number of law books for sightless stud
ents to 193.
Speaking of the future for women in law, John
C. Peppin, associate professor of law at the Uni
versity of Southern California, points out that
surprisingly few women have taken up the pro
fession.
At the present time, he stated, law schools are
turning out only one-tenth of their usual number
of graduates, creating a scarcity of lawyers that
could be corrected toy the entrance of more wom
en into the field.
Another-advantage women would have in en
tering law now is the increasing number of law
yers who act as advisors instead of trying cases in
court.
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University of Texas conservatives raised a dis
pairing eyebrow recently at the report that stud
ents were seeing the phasm of an alligator in the
University’s memorial fount. Sober investigation,
however, brought forth the news that there was
such a creature gamboling about, and that he was
there in material form and not just in spirit.
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In the Southern Cal Trojan, we detect a note
which makes us reminisce. A good feature writ-'
er says: There must be one person in jCallaghan
Hall (local Ath) with the sort of imagination that
gets people places. From some source, talk about
water-bagging from the Hall windows has been
circulating. As in any group, there were some
skeptics who doubted that a little water could
hurt anyone. : Whereupon, the Pan-Hellenic presi
dent got up and said, “Yes,' but have you' ever
been water-bagged with ice cubes?”
A freshman pledge at the University of Kansas
had to have a quick answer when, she returned
from a scavenger hunt on which she was ordered
to find a small black kitten. The pledge returned
with an oversized black tomcat and promptly an
nounced, “He has had thyroid trouble.”
THE COLLEGIAN
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A Lean And Hungry Look
Dear Brutus,
For quite some time now I
have overheard furtive whispers
concerning the doings of a group
on campus known as Tribunal.
Tribunal consists of a number of
male students whose, job is to
mete out swift and terrible jus
tice'to- errant freshmen. The other
night; I decided to investigate the
workings of this public-spirited
organization.
. I found tjiat-Tribunal meets in:
the Alumni- Association office in
Old Main; a room whose soft car
pets and easy chairs belie - the
grim purpose of this student
court. At a desk in. one corner of
the room Dany Grundy, notori
ous head of, Tribunal; was sitting
playing with a rubber truncheon.
Several of his burly henchmen
- were busy heating iron pokers in
an open fire.
Outside in the corridor several
fear-ridden frosh stood convers
ing in low tones. I overheard a
snatch of their conversation.
“He - was. lucky. They only
broke both his arms.”
Each freshman had received a
postcard in the mail that morn
ing politely requesting his ap
pearance. Tribunal postcards, like
draft notices, are generally com
plied with—or else.
Noting that the pokers were
glowing a cherry red and that
each Tribunal member had
loosened up’ his arm with several
anticipatory swishes of his black
jack, Grundy called for the first
offender. Green dink in hand, a
small freshman entered and 'ap
proached the desk.
“Do you know why you’re
here” Grundy said kindly.
“To be tortured?” the freshman
asked.
“No, son, I don’t mean that.
What did you do to get reported
to. Tribunal?”
“Should I tell the truth?”
“It will go easier with you if
you do.”
“I—l walked on the grass.”
A shot rang out destroying the
quiet of the room. The young
freshman crumpled to the floor.
Grundy lowered the smoking au
tomatic with tears in his eyes.
“Why do*we have to do it?”
he cried. “They’re all so young.”
While two - members disposed
of the corpse by putting it under
Alumni Secretary Ridge Riley’s
desk, Grundy composed himself
and called for the next victim.
This next freshman was tall
..and- and- .unafraid;- It
"was :evidentfrom' his'toafltfertttat'
FRIDAY, AUGUST 11, 194*
KID SALVAGE
he .was. there for no petty'of
fense—he had committed the
dread crime of dating.
“I see from my records,” Grun
dy said, “that you have been
turned in for dating. Is that true?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s the name of the coed
you dated?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“O. K., boys. Work on him.”
. The. freshman was immediate
ly surrounded. ..and ; spbiuerged v
from'sight 1 by Gtundy’s griii'hing” ••
crew.' I saw " red-hot.-'pokers,.
bludgeons, and bottles -of .castor ; •
oil being brandished:' lii an .in- ' .
credibly short', time' he; screamed,-;
“I give up. Don’t .beat me any \
more. I.’li talk.’’ . r
“Well, who was it?” Grundy
wanted to know.
. “Mary Jones.” ’ .
“Ah-ha. What’s her telephone 1'
number?” .. " f
As the merciless interrogation -•
continued, I noticed that Grundy • -
and his cohorts were . stealthily
jotting down the coed’s telephone
number. '
“Since you’re such a ladies’
man, I suppose you know a lot
of coeds,” Grundy said slyly..
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s see your address book.”
The freshman reluctantly :
brought out a thick, well-flapped :
volume and was instantly bowled -
aside as Grundy and all of his
fellows dived at the book and
began frantically turning the ■
pages. Amid. shouts of “Here’s a
pip,” and “I know this one,” and
“This one’s mine. You guys lay
off,” the august body of student
judges took notes and laid plans
for the weekend’s, social doings.
Suddenly Grundy . poked = his r
head up from the address hunt- ;
ing huddle and said, “0.K., frosh,
you can go now. And let this be
a lesson not to date until you’re
old enough.”
. Leaving his most valuable pos
session in . the hands of those
friends,, the ..freshman slowly
walked out—a' broken, man.'
I left when the Tribunal mem
bers began beating each other
over the head with chair legs in ;
an. argument over who should date
“Bubbles.” .'this week. The ..party ..
was. getting too. rough .for jane.
Your Pal,
. . . .'CASSI.US • ’ •
P. S. Can you .lend me .five .
bucks? I want to .buy. “Stinky’’
(the guy who . writes, .the. “Talk. / :
on the Campus”) a rattle, a keW
pie' 'toll, and an infernal 5
chine?.. ■■
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