The Thresher (Houston, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 16, Ed. 1 Friday, January 27, 1928 Page: 2 of 4
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THE THRESHER—HOUSTON, TEXAS
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A weekly paper published by the Students ef Rloe Institute during the month* of October, November, Oenimbsr,
January, February, March, April, May, and the last two weeks In September.
Intered as second class matter October 17,1918, at the poetofflee In Houston, Texas, under the Aot of March S,
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j, c. McNeill BOiTon-iN-cmir
qaylord hart business manager
menton j, murray mana0in6 editor
THE STAFF
..Sports Editor
EDWIN P. NEILAN .
KATHRYN WILSON Features Editor
MARGIE THIEL Society Editor
GORDON TURRENTINE Aeeoclate Editor
VAUGHN ALBERTSON Associate Editor
TED STRONG Newe Editor
BEVERLY FONVILLE Newe Editor
WALLACE FRANKLIN — AdvertiWnB
WALTER HALL Advertised
LAWRENCE HAMILTON Advertlslno
CONTRIBUTORS
Rowena McLaughlin, Elda Diederich, Luke Osborn, Audrey Hannon,
Jeanette Gorskl, Packard Barton. Grace Felder, Evelyn Epley and Tom
Phillips.
SCHOOLS OF JOURNALISM
Among the notable additions to the college
curriculum within the last two decades is that
of the school of journalism. Joseph Pulitzer,
owner and publisher of The New York World
and the St. Louis Post-Dispatch at the time of
his death, took the initiative in establishing
such schools.
The school of journalism at Columbia Univer-
sity is a lasting monument to a man who visu-
alized the youth of America being trained for
the newspaper profession without having to go
through the school of hard knocks.
It was. Mr. Pulitzer's idea that the aspiring
journalist could be trained for his work as are
lawyers, doctors and engineers, and that
through such a training the profession of journ-
alism would be raised to a higher ethical plane.
A trained journalist would be the final product.
Other philanthropists were quick to follow
Mr. Pulitzer's example, and as a result many
colleges and universities today have such
schools, either privately endowed or maintained
at the public expense.
To a certain extent these schools of journal-
ism have performed their work creditably.
Many men have been trained in them who later
rose to a high rank in the profession. Many
more were able to step into a job upon the
completion of their courses as a direct result
of their preparatory period. It is doubtful, how-
ever, whether the schools have had an appre-
ciable influence in raising the standards of the
profession.
We question whether schools of journalism
are feasible. Dyed-in-the-wool newspaper men,
who have risen through the ranks are of the
opinion the best training is that obtained in
actual news work, that any amount of theory
will not compare with the practical training
acquired in the newspaper office.
It has been pointed out that what the man
learns in journalism class may be learned In a
more thorough manner in the newspaper office.
The college man, then, should gain a good
general education, and get both his theory and
practical work at the same time in the great
news laboratory.
The latest expression of this belief to come
to our attention is from N. D. Cochran, member
of the editorial board of the Scripps-Howard
Newspapers. Here is what he has to say on
the subject:
"Every Scripps-Howard Newspaper is a col-
lege of practical journalism. An important part
of the job of editors and business managers is
to know the material on their respective staffs,
and give potential comers the opportunity to
come—to grow to their full height.
Whenever a group of papers, such as the
Scripps-Howard, give vent to such an expres-
sion, it means the ultimate defeat of schools of
journalism. It means that, after all, businesses
and professions do have ideals—that they have
respect for the man.
WHY WE ARE HERE
There's a bit of irony in the key-note speech
of Mrs. W. M. Baines, district president of the
Women's Christian Temperance Union, de-
livered the past week when the organization
met here to celebrate the ninth anniversary of
prohibition.
Her topic was, "Why We Are Here."
Throughout the Nation women leaders met
the same day and for the same purpose: To
celebrate what they believe is the outstanding
srocial reform of the century.
Yet a woman who has attained a high place
in the community, stands up before a gathering
of gullible compatriots and tells them "Why We
Are Here!"
It was listed as the most important speech of
the meeting.
ical.
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STUDENT OPINION
THE SENIOR BLAZER
Tin- Senior blazer is an emblem
which represents four years of per-
sistent effort, both mental and phys-
It is the symbol of a peak in
glory of youth—the climax of a
ioil<w career.
With such a meaning it should be
endeared by the Senior and respect-
ed by the lower-classman. Of course
it is only a coat, and, like the rest of
their clothes, is worn carelessly by
some people. Then, too, it may not
be becoming; but even if it does fit
like hell the meaning is still there—
and only he who nas stood the gaff
for al! these years can qualify for the
right to wear it. Can we Seniors ex-
pect to command respect for it when
wo ourselves are lifx in respecting it?
Every Monday is Senior day on the
campus. Every person in the school
with the rights, duties, and honors of
a Senior should make it known by
appearing on this day in the chosen
emblem—and this doesn't mean to
wear it every cool day in the week as
a light wrap.
Down at Foley Bros, are hanging
several of these vaunted coats—as
yet unclaimed by the owners. Is it
befitting the honor of a Rice Senior
that his coat be left on the hands of
this merchant, who took the trouble
to procure It for him?
Seniors-what do you say?
A Senior.
The American newspapers, it is ob-
vious, have long since ceased to be
preceptors and directors of the tastes
and preferences of their readers and
have degenerated into mere pander-
ers and sycophants to those tastes.
With the shame of such a condition
we are not concerned, but only with
the fact Itself. We have never been
made so forcibly conscious of this
state of affairs as we have this past
■week when we noted the proportion
of space allotted to three practically
simultaneous events. We will briefly
state them and the treatment they
received in the Houston newspapers.
In the past week Houston was
-chosen as the meeting place of the
national convention of the Democratic
party,) Ruth Snyder and her paramour,
Judd Gray, were executed in the state
of New York for the murder of her
husband, and Thomas Hardy died.
Now, in the local papers column upon
column on the glorious benefits and
excellent advertising which the con-
vention will bring to Houston were
written with gusto and acclaim. A
local financier was lauded to the skies
lor his untiring efforts in this connec
ton. Interviews with politicains and
congressmen and mayor were noted
down with solemnity and pride. This
and more lay spread grandly across
the front page, even overflowing onto
the following one. Thus was the pub-
lic apprised of this event.
Turnjng over a sheet or two, we
found two full pages devoted to pic
tures of Mrs. Snyder and Mr. (?ray
immediately prior to their execution.
We read reams and reams of senti-
mental twaddle and morbid twaddle,
explaining in extra-full detail the ex-
act manner in which the two spent
their last twenty-four hours on earth.
Even the disposition of their bodies
after death was made known.
Upon the editorial page, we found
paragraphs of pompous nonsense
about the convention and chortles of
joy over what a wonderful, progres-
sive city Houston was, to obtain so
signal an honor. In what manner
overcrowding and littering the city
with .pheap politicians and their satel-
lites would honor anything was not
made clear. We read again that the
above - mentioned execution would
ead, no doubt, to a lessening of such
barbarous murders and an inculcation
of respect for law into would-be crimi-
nals.
Having filled ourselves with that
sort of rot, we were disgustedly clos-
ing the paper when we accidentally
glanced into one corner and read In
very modest type, "Thomas Hardy Is
dead." We quickly scanned the half
a-dozen lines that told that he had
been ill since December and had died
the day previous to the dispatch at
the age of 87. No mention of the
fact that the last great Victorian was
dead. No mention that one of the
greatest artists of all time had gone
to join the company of the immortals.
No intelligent resume of his life and
work. Nothing in short to indicate
that a man of the first rank was no
more.
Back we went to the editorial page,
hoping that we had overlooked an ap-
preciation and critical evaluation of
the man. But not so. We saw again
what we have mentioned above plus
a silly cartoon, a paragraph of Dr.
Frank Crane's bright and sunshiny,
mouthlngs, a so-called poemiby Edgar
A. Guest and the letter of O. O. Mcln-
tyre which is always there, all bor-
dered with stale, outworn jokes and
boiler plate. We were amazed for a
second until realization came to us.
Newspapers today print orily what
the great majority of their readers
want to see. James H. Healey.
Watch repairing. 13. O. Kreiter,
Kress Bldg. Lobby.
STUDES SWALLOW HOSE
FOR SAKE OF HIGHER
LEARNING; SURVIVE
One of the true humorous events
of the year in this school has been
about to pass unsUng and unlauded
by any, and nearly passed without an
audience of any kind. One dreary
Wednesday last week the members of
a ceratin chemistry class might have,
been seen wending their way to the
Chem Bulding with only slightest of
smiles lending color to their gaunt,
faces. Features drawn, the class
faced two very fearsome encounters.
In the first place the mere idea of do-
ing any real work in lab was very re-
pugnant, and on top of that the class
was due to prove its mettle by way
of swallowing about three feet of rub-
ber hose with a piece of ead going
down first. But science demanded
that this class sacrifice itself to the
extent of obtaining some of each in-
dividual's own gastric juice.
The apparatus was assembled and
sterilized. The ends of hoses were
placed in several throats. Then the
fun began. To the tune of many fa-
cial contortions, many grunts apd
groans, and "copious tears, the tortur-
ed throats tried to get rid of the for-
eign invader; but seven minds had
been made up with grim determina-
tion and the tubes went down. And
down — until blank expressions on
several faces showed a horrible sus-
picion all went well. The greatest
part of the struggle now over, pump-
ing operations were commenced. The
only casualties were several commut-
ters who were eating lunch and see-
ing what they could hardly believe,
dropped their lunches and made
strange sounds as they ran away from
the terrible scene. Thus passed an
event which certainly should be his-
tory even if opinions are divided.
Unbreakable crystals. B. O. Krei-
ter, Kress Bldg. Lobby.
My readers will be surprised to
know the wonderful thing that has
hapened to me. It means quite an
advance to my social activities while
at the same time It represents the
fulfillment of one of my greatest de-
sires.
Pardon the Interruption, but I'm
sure the public cannot help but see a
decided improvement In my writing
as I get further along In English 100.
The least I can say Is that it has af-
fected me some and shows that the
course ean be beneficial
When I say that I am advancing
in my social activities I am referring
to the Saturday Night dance that I
got to go to out at Autry House last
week. My brother, Woodbury, took
me. He said that he has been waiting
all fall tor someone else to do it, but
I had to laugh and tell him that this
world's the place where if you want
things done you have to do them
yourself.
I surely did have one grand time.
I know everybody else was as well
pleased as I was because they liked
the pieces so well that the orchestra
played them over and over again.
And that just goes to show you
the bond of understanding there be-
tween the orchestra and the Rice
students because the Rice students
didn't even have to clap to get them
to play the pieces over again.
I say Rice Students but I don't ex-
actly mean that because I saw some
people there who were not Rice
students. Once when Woodbury was
an usher in a theatre they gave some
souvenirs to the people. There was
a girl there who dressed up in a
cfistume and gave them out. I don't
remember very well, but I believe the
souvenirs were razor blades. Any-
way she did business so well giving
away the razor blades that the man-
agement gave her a permanent job
there working inside with Wood-
bury.
I saw the girl at the dance and I
think she was having a better time
than anybody. The boys were giving
her such a good rush. I suppose she
must go every Saturday night to get
to know so many. But goodness, she
ought to know something after look-
ing at all the movies that she has.
It makes me feel more at home to
see someone I'm a little familiar with.
Maybe I'll see more if I ever go again.
I was talking tb our milkman yes-
terday and he asked me if I had seen
her out there, but I told him I didn't
know her when I saw her.
I had a grand time. Danced with
three or four boys and changed lots
, of times. Woodbury always danced
with me every other time. He was
going to dance with this girl he used
to work with at the theatre, but ahe
didn't know him.
For the first intermission I stayed
inside as I didn't think it would be
worth while to go all the way out,
but Woodbury said you could do lots
of things in an intermission. I fully
agreed with him later on In the eve-
ning after I had done lots of things
during an intermission. We went out-
i side and walked real far and got
1 cooled off and talked and by the time
we got back the music was already
Btarted again.
I told Woodbury that some of the
girls sure do put on a lot when they
dance, rolling their eyes around and
lookin real vampish or else talking
baby talk. I don't believe In people
acting natural; no telling what the
world would come to if they did that,
but I don't think they ought to go
on so.
If I could have any influence with
the editor, I'd try to find oat who
writes those Saturday night impres-
sions and try io get In good with that
person so I could get my name in
one#. I don't believe you have to pay
anything, but I'd be willing to go a
oouple dollars for all the publicity I'd
get
Then maybe Woodbury would think
I am getting collegiate.
ill .
L£M
PREXY MCE CHAPTER
A.S.C.E.: SCHOCH TALKS
E. 3. Newton was elected president
of the Rice student chapter of the
American Society of Civil Engineers
at the meeting held by that organisa-
tion Tuesday night in the Commons.
W. J. Savage was elected vice-pres-
ident, and Vanzandt secretary-treas-
urer.
Through the co-operation of Mr.
Chester Cohen, district sanitary en-
gineer, Dr. E. P. Schoch of Texas Un-
iversity was obtained as the speaker
for the evening. He delivered a very
excellent and convincing talk on "The
Relation of Chemistry to the Civil
Engineer's Work."
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