Life — June 6, 1918 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SORRY TO BOTHER YE, BOSS, BUT I'VE GOT TO PAY ANOTHER INSTALMENT ON ME LIBERTY BONDS” New Times: a New University ISCLOSURE was made in some of the papers of May toth that we are about to see a new kind of uni- versity. It will come along next fall in New York, “organized along new democratic lines, with a faculty self- governing and self-appointing.” Ap- parently it will be, in a way, the off- spring of the New Republic, since Mrs. Straight, the angel of that paper, and Mr. Croly, its editor, are named among the founders of it, along with Mr. Winston Churchill of Cornish, the former home of Mr. Croly and illus- trious as the birthplace of new ideas. The preliminary disclosure says that this new university is to be run in the interests of modern political science and “current issues of real life.” The founders intend, the Tribune says, “to eliminate all the formalism, red tape and adherence to tradition which now retard the free development of pro- fessors and students alike.” There are to be no dormitories, no football, no yell, no Dr. Butler, no elementary in- struction of immature students, no formal departments, and only slight traces of administrative machinery. There is to be no president, no marks, grades or reports, but just a free-for- all race for truth as discovered and re- ported by professors. A faculty of specialists is to be born with the uni- versity, and will add to itself as it has the will and the money, and will select the trustees, and doubtless reserve au- thority to discharge any of them in case of unruly behavior. They will also have power to dismiss one an- other in case of delinquency of de- portment or inadequate or superfluity of views. This seems a very nice plan, Nobody can object to it so long as it is not sup- ported by taxation or by funds conse- crated to education by other methods. Whether it intends to take in Scott Nearing, Doctor Spingarm and other dislocated truth-chasers is not dis- closed, but Doctor Dewey, the educat- ist, and Doctor Beard, lately of Co- lumbia, seem to be among its parents, and they are persons of reputed skill in picking the lock of the knowledge box. Notes on Poverty (By a Houscholder) FOUND an old crust of bread un- der the tin grating of the refrig- erator last night, and as I stole out on the back steps to enjoy it my wife heard me crunching in the dark. For- tunately I got away in time. Got up an hour earlier this morning and put a perfectly lovely patch in my white flannel trousers. I suppose if my wife sees them now she will think them good enough to send to France. It is getting to be rather difficult to find new places to hide things. I put an old pair of rubber-soled tennis shoes in a crock that used to hold pickled pears, and I'll be hanged if my wife didn’t locate it under the cellar stairs. Well, maybe playing tennis barefoot isn’t so bad, after all. ARKE: I see that you have been playing golf with Perkins's wife. Is she a good player? Lane: Fair, She goes around in about a hundred strokes and a couple of thousand words. The Artist (to the chameleon): THERE'S TOO MUCH CAMOUFLAGE ABOUT YOU. 1 CAN’T SEEM TO YOUR COLOR SCHEME, comicbooks#saiay