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PAGE TWO THE DAILY IOWAN STATE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA Saturday, November 9, 1918
THE DAILY IOWAN
The Student Newspaper of the State University of Iowa
MEMBER IOWA COLLEGE PRESS
A morning paper published for the period of the war three times a week--Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday--by The Daily Iowan Publishing company at 103 Iowa avenue, Iowa City
Entered as second class matter at the post office of Iowa City, Iowa
Subscription Rate $2.00 per year

BOARD OF TRUSTEES C.H. Weller, chairman, E.M. McEwen, E.S. Smith, Gretchen Kane, Alice Hinkley, M. Elizabeth Hendee, Mary Anderson
EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief  Mildred  E. Whitcomb Telephone Black 1757 Office Hours--8 to 12; 1 to 6 daily, Room 14, L.A. building. 
Managing editor Rowena Wellman News Editor..Agnes Kingsbury Humorous Editor..Elizabeth Hendee Exchange Editor..Ethyn Williams Feature Editor..Ruth Stewart Sporting Editor..G.D. Evans
BUSINESS STAFF Romola Latchem--Business Manager Telephone 935 Office Hours--daily, 103 Iowa Avenue 
"I have never had a policy. I have simply tried to do what seemed best each day as each day came."--Lincoln 

COMING HOME
   For seven years now the spirit of our University has been born anew at homecoming. It is Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Fourth of July all rolled in one. Thanksgiving is something more than turkey; Christmas is something more than gifts; and Fourth of July is more than firecrackers. In the same way the University is something more than mere buildings, faculty, students and alumni. The buildings, campus, and football game serve as an excuse to come home. Our poor sentiments and imaginings must have something concrete to which to attach themselves.
   Some people say, "What is a gift without the [giving?]” We ask, “What is the giver without the gift?” He does not exist. Some people say, “What is the place without the spirit?” We ask, “What is the spirit without the place?” There can be none. For all you may say to the contrary, we must have something on which to hang our “spirit.”
The undergraduate has a feeling of awe for the alumnus. There is that in his eyes which the student can’t quite understand. The undergraduate lives here in unconscious happiness and thinks he appreciates the place. But there is something holy about it to the so called “old grad.” While here he beams openly all the time. Evidently he considers it jolly good fun to stumble into the sidewalk drain, because it is something he used to do. He’d like to laugh about it. He rushes up to classmates who were his merest acquaintances in student days. Why, thinks he, had he not appreciated this fellow before; there seemed to be mutual delight in the reunion. Funny he never realized he was so popular before. Even the profs seem to appreciate him; they never showed it in the old days. Good old profs. And so his thoughts skip happily about. And when the band strikes up “Old Gold” he feels like giving away his money; if he had any he would endow the University then and there.
   It is worth while to “come home,” if you can be lifted out of your present self into the good old days that were. The color moments of life are so rare and precious that even the scoffer chokes with emotion at the sensations homecoming produces. We would say that coming home to Iowa is the next best thing to coming home to Mother.
The undergraduate has a feeling of awe for the alumnus. There is that in his eyes which the student can’t quite understand. The undergraduate lives here in unconscious happiness and thinks he appreciates the place. But there is something holy about it to the so called “old grad.” While here he beams openly all the time. Evidently he considers it jolly good fun to stumble into the sidewalk drain, because it is something he used to do. He’d like to laugh about it. He rushes up to classmates who were his merest acquaintances in student days. Why, thinks he, had he not appreciated this fellow before; there seemed to be mutual delight in the reunion. Funny he never realized he was so popular before. Even the profs seem to appreciate him; they never showed it in the old days. Good old profs. And so his thoughts skip happily about. And when the band strikes up “Old Gold” he feels like giving away his money; if he had any he would endow the University then and there.
   It is worth while to “come home,” if you can be lifted out of your present self into the good old days that were. The color moments of life are so rare and precious that even the scoffer chokes with emotion at the sensations homecoming produces. We would say that coming home to Iowa is the next best thing to coming home to Mother.

DEAN RIENOW
   In every great emergency there is a man as great. Our country has had its Washington, its Lincoln, its Woodrow Wilson. But as presidents of a great republic in crucial periods, these men were not one whit greater than in the days in which they were plain George, and Abe, and Woodrow, unknown and unsung.
   How sadly true it is that real worth goes unrecognized when life runs smoothly on. The man who is ever faithful and does good and wise things in a quiet way is apt to pass unnoticed, while the loud voiced patriot comes in for the full share of public approval. So it is often only at great periods of stress that the quiet efforts of a constant servant of the people grow conspicuous and meet their due recognition.
   Such has been the case on our campus. Robert E. Rienow, adviser of men, has always been respected, and has been hailed as a “good scout,” and has been generally admired, but his value to the University and students has never been fully appreciated until during the influenza epidemic h select is wise judgment and his steady patients brought the institution creditably through a bad situation.
   Mr. Rienow is adviser of men no longer. He has been officially given the title so naturally his that undiscriminating students have always attached it to his name,--Dean Rienow.

CHEER UP, SOLDIERS
   Uncle Sam has set his detective on the unsolved mystery of the S.A.T.C., and it is a sure bet that a few of his Pinkertons can clear up the situation with a single change of whiskers.
   The problem that has baffled the S.A.T.C. man is just how he could attend to clerical duties,  K.P., or M.P., for two days out of seven and at the same time maintain the high scholastic standard the government is requiring of officers’ training camp candidates. It should be a relief to soldiers at Iowa to know that the difficulties they have experienced in this connection have been common to all institutions where S.A.T.C. units have been established, and that the same dissatisfaction has reulted in each place.
   With the War Department in full

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command of the facts, it should be but a short time until a suitable readjustment is made, and academic duties are given precedence over military.

MEET MISS
   To return to one’s old home after an absence of more than ten years, and to return in the dignified position of a University instructor is the novel for wholly interesting experience of Miss Harriet Donnell.
   But few people can lay better claim to the experience of being a real Iowa City product than Miss Donnell, for not only did she receive the rudiments of her education in the Iowa City public schools but she is the daughter of an University of Iowa woman. Her mother, Laura Shipman, was a member of the class of ‘79, and figured prominently in the University’s early social life. She was one of the charter members of the first sorority established at the University.
   After Miss Harriet Donnell had completed the eighth grade in Iowa city she was sent to Maine, Northfield Seminary, and Wellesley College to complete her education.
   In the famous Wellesley fire, Miss Donnell played a most important part and was named heroine for the work she did by the eastern press. At this time Miss Donnell was a senior at Wellesley and roomed in College hall. In the middle of the night she was aroused by odor of smoke and discovered that a fire had started just across the hall. [The] was one of the three girls who aroused the entire dormitory, five stories high and an eighth of a mile long, and though the entire structure was destroyed that a single life was lost.
   Since her graduation from Wellesley four years ago Miss Donnell has been principal of a high school in New York state. Together with her work as assistant in the department of political economy she is carrying advance work in the University.
   She may be classed as one of the most attractive as well as most popular of the new instructors in the University this year for she combines her eastern culture and refinement with the western spirit of democracy and good fellowship.

Send the Iowan home.

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PAGE TWO THE DAILY IOWAN STATE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA Saturday, November 9, 1918 THE DAILY IOWAN The Student Newspaper of the State University of Iowa MEMBER IOWA COLLEGE PRESS A morning paper published for the period of the war three times a week--Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday--by The Daily Iowan Publishing company at 103 Iowa avenue, Iowa City Entered as second class matter at the post office of Iowa City, Iowa Subscription Rate $2.00 per year BOARD OF TRUSTEES C.H. Weller, chairman, E.M. McEwen, E.S. Smith, Gretchen Kane, Alice Hinkley, M. Elizabeth Hendee, Mary Anderson EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-chief Mildred E. Whitcomb Telephone Black 1757 Office Hours--8 to 12; 1 to 6 daily, Room 14, L.A. building. Managing editor Rowena Wellman News Editor..Agnes Kingsbury Humorous Editor..Elizabeth Hendee Exchange Editor..Ethyn Williams Feature Editor..Ruth Stewart Sporting Editor..G.D. Evans BUSINESS STAFF Romola Latchem--Business Manager Telephone 935 Office Hours--daily, 103 Iowa Avenue "I have never had a policy. I have simply tried to do what seemed best each day as each day came."--Lincoln COMING HOME For seven years now the spirit of our University has been born anew at homecoming. It is Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Fourth of July all rolled in one. Thanksgiving is something more than turkey; Christmas is something more than gifts; and Fourth of July is more than firecrackers. In the same way the University is something more than mere buildings, faculty, students and alumni. The buildings, campus, and football game serve as an excuse to come home. Our poor sentiments and imaginings must have something concrete to which to attach themselves. Some people say, "What is a gift without the [giving?]” We ask, “What is the giver without the gift?” He does not exist. Some people say, “What is the place without the spirit?” We ask, “What is the spirit without the place?” There can be none. For all you may say to the contrary, we must have something on which to hang our “spirit.” The undergraduate has a feeling of awe for the alumnus. There is that in his eyes which the student can’t quite understand. The undergraduate lives here in unconscious happiness and thinks he appreciates the place. But there is something holy about it to the so called “old grad.” While here he beams openly all the time. Evidently he considers it jolly good fun to stumble into the sidewalk drain, because it is something he used to do. He’d like to laugh about it. He rushes up to classmates who were his merest acquaintances in student days. Why, thinks he, had he not appreciated this fellow before; there seemed to be mutual delight in the reunion. Funny he never realized he was so popular before. Even the profs seem to appreciate him; they never showed it in the old days. Good old profs. And so his thoughts skip happily about. And when the band strikes up “Old Gold” he feels like giving away his money; if he had any he would endow the University then and there. It is worth while to “come home,” if you can be lifted out of your present self into the good old days that were. The color moments of life are so rare and precious that even the scoffer chokes with emotion at the sensations homecoming produces. We would say that coming home to Iowa is the next best thing to coming home to Mother. The undergraduate has a feeling of awe for the alumnus. There is that in his eyes which the student can’t quite understand. The undergraduate lives here in unconscious happiness and thinks he appreciates the place. But there is something holy about it to the so called “old grad.” While here he beams openly all the time. Evidently he considers it jolly good fun to stumble into the sidewalk drain, because it is something he used to do. He’d like to laugh about it. He rushes up to classmates who were his merest acquaintances in student days. Why, thinks he, had he not appreciated this fellow before; there seemed to be mutual delight in the reunion. Funny he never realized he was so popular before. Even the profs seem to appreciate him; they never showed it in the old days. Good old profs. And so his thoughts skip happily about. And when the band strikes up “Old Gold” he feels like giving away his money; if he had any he would endow the University then and there. It is worth while to “come home,” if you can be lifted out of your present self into the good old days that were. The color moments of life are so rare and precious that even the scoffer chokes with emotion at the sensations homecoming produces. We would say that coming home to Iowa is the next best thing to coming home to Mother. DEAN RIENOW In every great emergency there is a man as great. Our country has had its Washington, its Lincoln, its Woodrow Wilson. But as presidents of a great republic in crucial periods, these men were not one whit greater than in the days in which they were plain George, and Abe, and Woodrow, unknown and unsung. How sadly true it is that real worth goes unrecognized when life runs smoothly on. The man who is ever faithful and does good and wise things in a quiet way is apt to pass unnoticed, while the loud voiced patriot comes in for the full share of public approval. So it is often only at great periods of stress that the quiet efforts of a constant servant of the people grow conspicuous and meet their due recognition. Such has been the case on our campus. Robert E. Rienow, adviser of men, has always been respected, and has been hailed as a “good scout,” and has been generally admired, but his value to the University and students has never been fully appreciated until during the influenza epidemic h select is wise judgment and his steady patients brought the institution creditably through a bad situation. Mr. Rienow is adviser of men no longer. He has been officially given the title so naturally his that undiscriminating students have always attached it to his name,--Dean Rienow. CHEER UP, SOLDIERS Uncle Sam has set his detective on the unsolved mystery of the S.A.T.C., and it is a sure bet that a few of his Pinkertons can clear up the situation with a single change of whiskers. The problem that has baffled the S.A.T.C. man is just how he could attend to clerical duties, K.P., or M.P., for two days out of seven and at the same time maintain the high scholastic standard the government is requiring of officers’ training camp candidates. It should be a relief to soldiers at Iowa to know that the difficulties they have experienced in this connection have been common to all institutions where S.A.T.C. units have been established, and that the same dissatisfaction has reulted in each place. With the War Department in full [advertisement] MRS. H.R. MOORE SHAMPOOING 219 E. College Strictly Soft Water PHONE 1110 [advertisement] OneSeven=Oh=Oh! OneSeven=Oh=Oh! Try that signal. It will put you over the goal line every time with absolute comfort and dispatch. You can’t beat it. Call 1700 and a Murphy Taxi will be at your order before you can say “Jack Robinson” Try it! command of the facts, it should be but a short time until a suitable readjustment is made, and academic duties are given precedence over military. MEET MISS To return to one’s old home after an absence of more than ten years, and to return in the dignified position of a University instructor is the novel for wholly interesting experience of Miss Harriet Donnell. But few people can lay better claim to the experience of being a real Iowa City product than Miss Donnell, for not only did she receive the rudiments of her education in the Iowa City public schools but she is the daughter of an University of Iowa woman. Her mother, Laura Shipman, was a member of the class of ‘79, and figured prominently in the University’s early social life. She was one of the charter members of the first sorority established at the University. After Miss Harriet Donnell had completed the eighth grade in Iowa city she was sent to Maine, Northfield Seminary, and Wellesley College to complete her education. In the famous Wellesley fire, Miss Donnell played a most important part and was named heroine for the work she did by the eastern press. At this time Miss Donnell was a senior at Wellesley and roomed in College hall. In the middle of the night she was aroused by odor of smoke and discovered that a fire had started just across the hall. [The] was one of the three girls who aroused the entire dormitory, five stories high and an eighth of a mile long, and though the entire structure was destroyed that a single life was lost. Since her graduation from Wellesley four years ago Miss Donnell has been principal of a high school in New York state. Together with her work as assistant in the department of political economy she is carrying advance work in the University. She may be classed as one of the most attractive as well as most popular of the new instructors in the University this year for she combines her eastern culture and refinement with the western spirit of democracy and good fellowship. Send the Iowan home. [advertisement] THE BEAUTY SHOP Shampooing Hair Dressing Hair Goods Toilet Articles Mrs. L.L. Kenyon, Proprietor 21 1-2 E. Washington Phone 1051 [advertisement] “Say it with Flowers” OLD GOLD CHRYSANTHEMUMS [Ordef] Early ALDOUS & SON 17 SOUTH CLINTON STREET [advertisement] There’s One Real Answer To the Burning Question ? PYROLITE THE LONG=FLAME COAL YOU’RE SURE WHEN YOU BUY OF DUNLAP BY THE DAM PHONE 10 [advertisement] CARRY ON The Iowa Ticket (SENIOR CLASS) President..Lillian Prentiss Vice-President..Albert Wilcox [?] Cor. Secretary..Helen Grotewo[?] Rec. Secretary..Romola Latchem Athletic Representative..Ronald [Reed] Treasurer..Violet [Blakely] Class Delegate..Mary [Huebur] [advertisement] DAINTY LUNCH between or after classes. Drop into WHITING’S PHARMACY On Dubuque St. [advertisement] Quality Drugs Whetstones Quality Drugs