The Hype WeeklyVOLUME 1 - No. 12 MANHATTAN, KS - THURSDAY MORNING - NOVEMBER 17, 1933 TWELVE PAGES FREE

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WHITE GHOST SHIVERS“EVERYBODY’S GOT EM!”

LOCAL DOCTOR CLAIMS INCURABLE!!

MOTHERS FEAR FOR CHILDREN AND PETS!

CITY FATHERS INSTITUTE

FRANTIC SEARCH FOR NOTORIOUS

“PARLOR”

BAWDY BAND

TO PLAY LOCAL JUICE JOINT

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ALSO: PROHIBITION TO BE REPEALED!?

FOREIGN FOODS INVADE MORO!

NEW “TANK” AIRSHIP BEING CONSTRUCTED!

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Issue #12 - November 17th, 1933

This issue of The Hype Weekly Boiled in the Still and Served Behind the Barn By:Jimbo Ivy, Sarah Sullivan, Adam J. Mason, Keegan Hudspeth,

Caitlin Cash, The White Ghost Shivers, Samuel Sargent, Matt Beyer, and as always the mysterious “Hypester”.

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2 - Us to You3 - Face Off: Prohibition

The Beat(Stories you tell us to write)

4 - White Ghost Shivers: Everybody’s Got ‘Em

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The Bump(Bump it, Brah, it rocks!)

10 - Starlight from Tinseltown!- The Thin Man- Duck Soup

The Hype(100% Right, Some of the Time)

8- Scouting a Clip Joint, and Finding a Keep Bistro and International Fare

9 - Crack Team of Inventors Plan to Build Flying Tank “Airship” To Combat Evildoers!

The Good Bits(The reasons most folks pick up newspapers)

11 - The Ultimate Crossword of Ultimate Destiny

The Talent(Pics, Paints, Poems and Prose By You)

11 - Poaching by The Hypester

Dear Manhattan,

As you are an observant bunch, we feel confident that you may have already noticed certain differences between the issue in your hands and our previous issues. We felt that our writers and readers had been so faithful and involved in the creation and success of this paper that they all deserved a treat. Therefore, we, The Hype Weekly are proud to present our very first ‘Noir’ issue. We wanted to spotlight certain groups and events this week that all centered around a central 1930s era feel. As such, you may have been slightly confused by the date of this issue. We decided to recreate a paper that (for the most part) could have been something printed on November 17th, 1933. You may notice lots of references to Prohibition and Speakeasies which are especially pertinent as Prohibition was repealed nationally on December 5th, 1933, a mere eighteen days after this issue would have been pub-lished. It also might interest you to know that Prohibition didn’t really end in Kansas until 1986. For serious.

At any rate, we’re really excited about this issue and hope you find it both interesting and entertaining and don’t hate us forever.

We continue to look forward to any feedback you may have about The Hype Weekly, and if you especially like issues like this one or are currently using it as kindling to start your fireplace, cursing our names for fools, we would like to know about it. We thank you in advance for any criticism, praise or ideas you have for us. Note: Due to the theme and time frame, several letters to the editor we received will be printed in next week’s issue.

The research we and our writers have done to prepare this issue has taught us a lot about what this community was like in the 1930s and comparing that economic hard time to this one, it is easy to see that the spirit of Manhattan and its citizens is one of enduring strength and a progressive movement forward. If you are new to the community or simply would like to know more about the place you live, we encour-age you to check out the Riley County Historical Society, visit the local museums, and attend the events in the area showcasing the rich history that surrounds you!

We as a blat (newspaper in ‘30s speak), are proud as punch to be slinging words and ink in the best community around.

Love,The Hype Weekly

- Answers to Last Week’s Cryptogram

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As some of you may know, many states around our great American nation are now ratifying the 21st Amendment to our glorious Constitution, ending the so called Prohibition on alcoholic beverages. Many citizens in Kansas and indeed here in Manhattan have been opposed to the very idea of prohibition, despite the fact that our fine state has languished in its grip since before the turn of this century. How long must Kansas stand for self-repression and backwards thinking, fear and distrust of our own God given rights to be free?

And what has this Prohibition brought us? Gangsterism. Cronyism. Corrup-tion of our law enforcement and state officials by the hard and unsavory men that stepped up to serve the public need, desire, and right to consume the fruits and grains of the Earth, in whatever form they so choose. Has it ended poverty, as the Progressives and Revivalists claimed it would? No! Black Tuesday shattered us nearly four years ago, a full decade after the so-called miracle and self-cleansing of Prohibition.

Our President has realized this. Our Congress has realized this. Over 30 of our brother states have realized this. When will Kansas realize the mistakes that were made over the last 50 years? When will Kansans put down the hatchet? 1933? 1944? 1965? 1986? Never?

It is time to be men and women, able to choose for ourselves whether we will or will not partake of something my opponent would call a ‘vice’. I call it freedom because as humans, we should have the freedom to choose how we live and as Americans we should have the freedom to choose what we drink!

Point / Counter PointPROHIBITION: SHOULD IT BE REPEALED?

James R. Whiskeylicker, Registered Liberal and SouseThe Right Reverend Adam J. Merriweather, Revivalist and Soberist

My dear people, I must say here and now that never before have I been more proud than I am at this time, to be counted among the fine and decent citizens of this great state of Kansas. As it is my civic, moral, and Christian duty to stay wise to the evils of the world, I have taken it upon myself to learn what exactly we all can expect as a result of this new 21st Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America. It is with a heavy heart and a weary mind that I inform you, the good people of Manhattan, that we are teetering on the precipice of immorality, lawlessness, and indecency thanks to the poor and uneducated decisions of our federal government.

However, while the rest of the nation will be repealing its prohibition laws, the upstand-ing elected officials in charge of your state government have decided against ratifying this atrocity of an amendment. Here in Kansas we will be enjoying the same clean and tasteful wholesomeness of a life devoid of intoxicating beverages that we have since 1881.

Now, some of you may find yourselves at odds with my words. I would like to think that this disagreement stems from a lack of education and not a natural and blatant tendency to-ward sin. It is for your sake that I would like to take a moment to review and expound on some facts we know about the ill effects of the public and regular consumption of alcohol.

Its almost difficult to repeat the behaviors that have been known to accompany this activ-ity. For example, the unregulated consumption of these beverages has been said to tear a family apart. Hard for daddy to bring home the bacon, when his hands are full, gripping the bottle. He won’t care ‘bout much else for long. And don’t get me started on the women. They say the devil’s brew has turned respectable wives and daughters into sex hungry, loose legged sirens. There are those among us who would carry on about this lecherous business in speakeasies and hooch parlors. Hiding their terrible behavior and their sinful nature under a thick blanket of lies.

Lawbreakers are not lawmakers for a reason. We must pullback the curtains of their deceit, rip them from the warmth of the disease ridden beds they choose to lie in, and remove them from our society like the cancer they are. Then and only then can we truly grow and prosper as the civilized and refined community that I know, deep in my heart, we were meant to be.

Cook's CornerBy Matt BeyerWith the holidays coming around, it is time to start looking at a way to fin-ish off that nice holiday meal. A good way to do this is with this nice Gold Cake recipe.

Gold Cake

2 cups Swan's Down Cake Flour2 1/2 teaspoons Calumet Baking Powder3/4 cup Butter1 1/4 cup Sugar8 Egg Yolks, beaten until thick and lemon colored3/4 cups Milk1/2 teaspoon Lemon Extract

Sift Flour once, stir together with Baking Powder then sift three more times. Cream Butter thoroughly, add Sugar gradually then cream until fluffy. Add Egg Yolks then beat well. Add Flour, alternating with Milk, a small amount at a time. Beat after each addition until smooth. Add Lemon Extract. Bake in 3 greased 9 inch layer pans in a moderate oven, around 350 degrees F, for 25 minutes. Put layers together with Orange Marmalade and frost with a 7 minute frosting or other white frosting of your choice.

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Gather around floorflushers and get the goods on The White Ghost Shivers! Pos-sessing a dash of vaudeville and a slash of syncopated sin, they’re a band so swell, every Jake and Jane will be slipping into their glad-rags and slinking out to the sockdollager of a show they’ll be slitting up this Thursday at the outrageously risque time of 8 o’clock at night! Provided of course you know the secret knock to get past the baby grands guarding the door to Manhattan’s premier speakeasy, Auntie Mae’s Parlor.

But keep it under your hat, see? The word on the street is that this romp may have some crashers in the form of the local bulls on behalf of Manhattan’s De-cency and Morality Code which clearly prohibits...well...everything hep cats like us love to do at night. According to the chief of the local conscientious constabulary, “Without those sinners and miscreants skulking in the dives and speakeasies of Ag-gieville, along with soldiers they attract and feed upon, Manhattan would be a fine and decent place to live.”

Combating this tin-eared percolation, the hoochmen and their handlers keep our basements and back alleys wet with skee and giggle water brewed up in backrooms and bathtubs or shipped across state line disguised as Borax. Similarly, the propri-etors of these modern day mead halls ship in the swellest acts, scoured from across

this great nation of ours.

The White Ghost Shivers hail from Austin, Texas where a strange new form of Western Swing mixed with jazz and medicine show roots has been bubbling to the surface in towns like Fort Worth and Austin, inspired by such current luminaries as Bob Wills and the Wills Fiddle Band. The White Ghost Shivers is composed of Shorty Stump on banjo, Smoke Break Slemenda on guitar, Hot Thomas sawin fiddle, Ma Poppit pounding upright bass, Saturn whispering wind and brass, Baby Face Finster gracing the ivories, and their gal Cella Blue cattin’ out front with her slide whistle and skirts fluttering.

We caught up with Shorty Stump, the Shiver’s resident hightower at over 7 feet tall, who’s slapped across the face with a sinister mustache, and armed to the teeth with a banjo the size of a soup bowl. He gave us the scoop on how this band of outlaw musicians came to simmer in the Lone Star state and eventually be served up right here among the sunflowers.

“It started when I met Smoke Break Slemenda in an old diner at the crossroads of some no-name burg in Mississippi back in late 1919. We were both enjoying some buttermilk pie, and he sidled up and started giving me the dime version.”

WHITE GHOST SHIVERS: “EVERYBODY’S GOT EM”

BY JIMBO IVY

Photos courtesy of White Ghost Shivers

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wet socks that claim jazz and The Shiver’s jazz especially is just plain evil. “We’re just a string band trying to do what we love; a little touch of vaudeville, which is dying, and a bit of that swagger and skin that the Rah-Rah-Rah college kids love in the joints.”

One joint in particular, the aforementioned Auntie Mae’s Parlor, has hosted The Shivers for a number of years to great renown. “The Shivers are the swellest!” exclaims Margaret Ann Bledsoe, bopping and bumping in the dark confines of Dora Mae’s basement speakeasy. The venue itself is located in the underground storage of a local hardware store, accessed via a side door, then a trap door in the floor. Once past the bruisers with big knuckles and small imaginations, a bevy of forbid-den treasures wait for those bold enough to venture there. The Shivers know the fruits of the Parlor well, “We’ve had some real swell times there in Manhattan,” Shorty says, “Love goin’ to that place down below, in the dark...you don’t have to see each others face down there, so we just let pay nevermind and let the good times roll, whoever we find.”

Rumors have recently flooded the soda shops and sitting rooms of the righteous folk around Manhattan that The Shivers are actually escaped circus performers, deviants and vandals. “That’s just a wicked rumor,” clucks Shorty. “Old Finster used to do the medicine circuit, of course.” Suddenly, a hollow look passes over Shorty’s face and he swallows hard, “Well, actually...back when I was not quite the age of a man yet, because of my unusual height, I was forced to interact with small donkeys in a circus-like environment in strange manners.” It’s obvious that these memories haunt Shorty to this day, however, his mood passes quickly. “I wore a mask, though, so nobody can prove shit,” he says grinning. “You don’t have to print that.”

The White Ghost Shivers are playing at 8pm on Thursday at Auntie Mae’s Parlor in Aggieville. It’ll cost ya a sawbuck to get in, but seeing these fire-eyed ramblers in action is one of the swellest things I’ve ever laid eyes on. So unless you want to be forever known as a milquetoast that ain’t worth mule spit, come swing a night with The Shivers.

Slemenda had been drifting through Texas when he had met and immediately been inspired by Bob Wills. Slemenda indicated to Shorty that Texas was the place to be and so the two headed that way, stopping first to check out the jazz on the Mis-sissippi riverboat casinos. There they met cardshark and fiddle fiend Hot Thomas, who’d gone bust and was out on deck to try to earn his way back into the games.

From there, the trio hit Texas running, and hitchhiking from truck to truck. While riding in the back of an especially dirty southbound fare, they met Ma Poppit out of Oklahoma, whose grandaddy had taught him how to play bull fiddle, adding his burly ‘oompf’ to the rhythm section. Now a full quartet, the rag-tag group started gigging across the state, finding themselves on a Tuesday night in a West Texas house of ill-repute. “This gal comes out at the rail upstairs,” Shorty recalls, “And starts singing a song to get all the fellas ready to go; sweetest voice we’d ever heard.” But this was no nickle gal...it was the madame of the house, Cella Blue. The boys told her they were getting ready to cut one of them newfangled 78 re-cords, and so she signed on to sing the popular tune, “You’ve Got The Right Key, but the Wrong Keyhole”.

Around the same time, the Shivers ran into a fella named Saturn that had been burning up the streets of Chicago with his clarinet, New Orleans style. He’d got-ten tired of the cold and headed down to Texas to do some cattle work and play on the side, so The Shiver’s snagged him up before the rustlers could get ahold of him.

The last fella to fall in with these fine folk was the barrelhouse stride pianoman, Baby Face Finster, who cut his teeth alongside folks like James P. Johnson, Fats Waller and Jelly Roll Morgan. The Shivers found him heading up a medicine show down South and just had to have him.

Despite their humble beginnings, The Shivers are now lauded (or notorious) as the creme de la cat of a new kind of jazz affectionately called “bawdville”, combining the words “bawdy” and “vaudeville”. Shorty Stump dismisses the stuff shirts and

WANTED!THE WHITE GHOST SHIVERS

Cella “Bawdy” Blue “Hot” Thomas(Given Name Unknown)

Shorty Stump Saturn(Assumed To Be Alias)

“Ma” Poppit “Smoke Break” Slemenda “Baby Face” Finster

These persons are wanted in the State of Kansas, County of Riley, City of Manhattan (among various other God fearing localities across our Great, wholesome Nation) for the following crimes: masticating, reverberating, salivating, gesticulating (wantonly), disturbing of the peace, aggravating, corrupting, and just plain sensualizing the youth,

the playing of jazz (or other musical types deemed sinful in nature), thespianism (premeditated), multiculturalism, moral turpitude, bilateral harmonizing, unlawful syncopation, dissonance, and other crimes to heinous to be set forth in a public forum.

If discovered, DO NOT BE FOOLED by their apparent “musical” talents. These individuals are highly dangerous, and have been known to gather crowds of mindless and devoted followers almost instantly, where ever they ramble. IMMEDIATELY contact police, fire, animal control or other City Services, or any member of the upstanding

Morality and Righteousness Council if any sign of sultry singing, syncopated shenaniganizing or wavering clarinet notes are heard in your general vicinity.

This Community Message Brought to You By TheMorality and Righteousness Council of Manhattan

Willard P. Means, President

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- Sunset Zoo Get outside and help others at the same time. $1 off admis sion with the donation of a food item and in December visit Sunset Zoo's Giving Tree.

- 1073, Durland Hall Hesthaven will outline the theoretical and computational developments of certified reduced basis methods, drawing from problems in electromagnetics and acoustics.

- Staterooms 1, or 2&3

- Beach Museum of Art This is your chance to make unique holiday greeting cards with collage materials! Enjoy a night out, Sumptuous dessert included. Cost $10 per person, reservations required. 785.532.7718.

THIS WEEK Thursday, November 17

All Faiths Chapel Part of the Student Recital Series.

- Auntie Mae’s Parlor White Ghost Shivers is an eclectic American band based in Austin, Texas. They mix cabaret, jazz, vaudeville, hokum, western swing, hillbilly, jugband and ragtime into a theatri cal and infectious good time.

- Campus Tavern A rock, screaming shoegaze phenomenon from Tecumseh, Oklahoma.

Pat’s Blue Ribbion BarBeQue Get your trivia on!

- Johnson Center for Basic Cancer Research in Chalmers Hall The paintings of Aribel Leon-Lynn, was diagnosed with breast cancer when she was 34.

- 5th Floor, Hale Library on KSU Campus This exhibit highlights the unprecedented history of the Konza Prairie Biological Station and its extraordinary accomplishments in research, education, and conservation of the native grasslands of this geographical region.

- William T. Kemper Art Gallery, K-State Student Union The exhibit is based on the famous Mexican celebration “Dia de los muertos” or “Day of the Dead.” The holiday is a product of cultural syncretism to honor the dead.

- Beach Museum of Art A selection of works by Teresa Schmidt, who teaches print making and drawing at Kansas State University.

- Beach Museum of Art This exhibition examines the work of the late Roy Langford, longtime resident of Manhattan and former Kansas State University professor of psychology.

- Manhattan Arts Center The Manhattan Arts Center presents its annual WRAP IT UP art exhibit and sale, November 5th - December 24th, we have dozens of artists participating; most are from the Manhattan area, with several coming from various locations.

- Beach Museum of Art, KSU See the creative work of the talented faculty in the Kansas State University Department of Art.

- Room 114, Leadership Studies Building

Open to all K-State staff and students interested in develop ing their professional communication skills.

Friday, November 18

- Bramlage Coliseum Go Cats!

- Red Rock Tavern Three of a Kind is comprised of three veterans of the Kansas music scene that have come together to provide a fun and energetic rock and roll experience.

- The Columbian Theatre Gary Skidmore’s photography seeks to capture the essence of our Kansas landscape.

- Riley Co. Ext. Office, 2nd Flr Meeting Are you interested in making easy and inexpensive home made gifts for the holidays? Join us on your lunch hour for one 30-minute session and leave with a gift in a jar as well as a book full of other homemade holiday gift ideas!

- KSU Gardens Quinlan Visitor’s Center Dozens of colors and varieties grown by KSU students over 50 cultivars available. 6 1/2 inch $10 each or 6 for $50, 10 inch centerpiece $15 each, Cash or check only: no credit cards.

- Hemisphere Room, Hale Library Dr. Renberg is the director of international programs for the College of Veterinary Medicine and associate professor of small animal surgery, and has been named the 2011 International Educator of the Year. Please join us in celebrat ing Renberg's accomplishments at this ceremony.

Saturday November 19

- Ahearn Fieldhouse Go Cats!

- Bobby T’s Bar and Grill The booming vocals of Brandon Clark, the awe-inspiring guitar work of Dave Duval, combined with the thundering bass of Lightfoot and tight drumming by Jacobson, instantly created one of the most diverse bands to come out of the sooner state in some time.

- Manhattan Arts Center Hailed as “the Jimmy Buffet for kids,” Mr. Stinky Feet and his band The Hiccups are sure to entertain and delight youngsters with his breezy tunes and silly antics. This show sold out last year, so to avoid disappointment be sure to buy your tickets early!

- Pat’s Blue Ribbon BarBeQue Heavy Metal with Shawn Rock.

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IN MANHATTANSunday November 20

- 2001 Claflin Rd. Join Pawnee Mental Health Services in celebrating 55 years of service by attending a reception and open house.

- Manhattan Public Library Children can read to certified therapy dogs. The R.E.A.D. (Reading Education Assistance Dogs)program gives kids the opportunity to practice & enjoy reading in a fun environ ment.

- 401, Hale Library Writing Center tutors will offer free help with papers for all classes.

- Della Voce Come hear the master Dr. Goins perform his heart-breaking blues every Sunday!

- Bobby T’s Grill and Bar Dance your pants off at Bobby T’s every Sunday night with DJ Pizzle’s Video Dance Party!

Monday November 21

- Bluestem Bistro Each Monday night Bluestem Bistro will be hosting a tour of world cuisine! They will feature foods from various regions around the world for just $5. There will be $2 drink specials as well! Come, invite your friends and enjoy some great ethnic food!

- Bobby T’s Grill and Bar Not your grandma’s bingo parlor! Every Monday night at Bobby T’s!

- Auntie Mae’s Parlor Bring us your ideas and have a drink with us!

423 Poyntz AveTue - Sat: 12:00 pm - 8:00 pm

785-320-7250

syndicatetattoomhk@gmail.com

Syndicate Tattoo and Body Piercing

-Family and Cell Phone friendly.We’re doing something different here!

-Classy & Comfortable.

www.manhattansyndicate.com

Edwin C. Olson Sr.

1214 B. MoroManhattan, KS 66502

785-539-8571www.olsonsshoes.com

olsons@kansas.netMon-Fri 9:00-6:00

Sat 9:00-1:00

Tuesday November 22

- Bramlage Coliseum Go Cats!

- 301, Ahearn Field House Session begins November 22. A dance based fitness class that features Latin and exotic music flavors including salsa, merngue, cumbia, flamenco, reggaeton, samba, and many other international flavors.

- North Dining Area, K-State Student Union Christian worship service, visitors encouraged to attend.

- Bluestem Bistro If you want to bring your kids in for a fun activity, come join us in our meeting room as our manager, Mr. Steve, plays silly kid’s songs!

- Auntie Mae’s Parlor Open Mic. Instant Poets- Just Add Beer.

Wednesday November 23

- Manhattan Public Library A common thief has his life transformed by a magic genie. Ride along on a magic carpet ride with Aladdin, his trusty side kick, Abu, and Princess Jasmine.

-Ahearn Fieldhouse Go Cats!

- Auntie Mae’s Parlor See your Auntie about some awesome trivia!

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pita bread practically melted in my mouth, a trait it shared with the naan that came with the Mongolian dinner. There was definitely some sort of wiz-ardry going on in the Bluestem ovens.

After I finished eating, I told the tomato working the counter that I needed to have a chat with the chef. I was expecting one of the burly cats from the kitchen to come out but it turned out to be a dame by the name of Jenny.

We chatted about the international fare. Turns out she’d traveled the globe and had initially planned for the world foods thing to be a six week tour, encompassing the countries she had visited, but it had proven so popular that it had continued on for a few months now. Why had I not

heard about this before? Bad news seems to flow like fireside chats from the

radio, but everyone seems to keep the good news hush hush. What this town needs is a newspaper that highlights the highlights.

Jenny told me that she tried to plan the meals a month in advance but didn’t have a particular system for choosing which countries to spotlight, and was open to sug-gestions. India was apparently one of the most popular themes, so she revisited it occasionally. She was planning on doing Japan in a couple of weeks. I drew a blank on making suggestions but, based on the meals I’d had so far, I was willing to try almost anything, except maybe Canadian.

As far as the price, it was simply a matter of keeping things simple. The meal came with a main dish and a side, in reasonable portions, instead of the overly stuffed plates most restaurants handed out. She also bought a lot of her supplies locally, at a little Asian market nearby and a co-op across town.

She tried to be as authentic as possible, when it came to spices and sauces, but sometimes changes had to be made. For instance, the dish she’d originally sampled in Kazakhstan had been made from horse, not beef, but she didn’t think that would fly so well in the Midwest.

That explained the existence of international cuisine in this backwater town, but what about the treasure trove of baked goods? Where was she bringing them in from? Turns out the Bluestem Bistro has one of the only in-house bakeries in Man-hattan. I bought a chocolate orange muffin and let me tell you, while they may be made legally, it’s so delicious it’s criminal. The menu listed an impressive selection of hot chocolate and coffee drinks as well.It seemed that everything here was on the up and up, but looks can be deceiving, so I'll be here for the next few Mondays, investigating further, checking the muf-fins, cookies and scones, sampling the large array of coffee offerings and, of course, eating the World Dinners. Stop by and check it out for yourself, every investigation can benefit from a fresh perspective.

Bluestem Bistro is open 7am to 11pm, 7 days a week. World Dinners are served from 5-8pm on Monday at a cost of only $5. On November 21st, Japanese cuisine will be featured and food from Jordan will be served on the 28th. Those of you with a difference engine can look them up at bluestembistro.com.

I was casing a joint down in Ag-gieville, chasing a rumor about a speakeasy, when a couple of johnny come latelies came jaunting north along 12th street. Normally, this wouldn’t be unusual, but the rain that fell from the sky that night cut like icy daggers, so wherever they were heading, it had to be good. I waited for them to cross the street, aiming for the spot I had my eye on, but they walked right on by without so much as a glance at the purported gin joint.

As they passed, I heard one of them mention that he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into a gyro. That got my attention. The Little Apple had the usual assortment of Chinese, Mexican and high brow Italian joints but where was this Greek food cropping up?

Guided as much by my fear of illegal food carts invading the city as by the rumbling in my stomach, I shadowed the kids west on Moro to a little bistro with a patio on the side. Stepping inside, I came face to face with the biggest batch of muffins, cookies and scones I’d ever seen. Maybe a supposed speakeasy wasn’t the criminal enterprise I should be worried about. Was there a baking cartel operating in Aggieville?

The board on the wall proclaimed it was World Dinner night, with tonight’s coun-try being Greece and the dish being gyros. It occurred to me that I had eaten a de-licious Mongolian beef dish here just last Monday. It was the best chow I had eaten all week, and that didn’t even factor in that it only cost me a Lincoln.

Something definitely seemed fishy here. I needed to investigate. And the first step in any investigation is to learn as much as possible about your subject, so I ordered a plate, took the number they handed me and found a table where I could get a look at the kitchen, in case anything suspicious went down.

My food arrived shortly thereafter and, just like last week, it was delicious. The

Scouting a Clip Joint, But Finding a Keen Bistro

and International Fareby Samuel Sargent

An Greek Gyro

The Keenest Grub on the Block

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A local team of college inventors have been bumping gums about creating what they have dubbed an ‘airship’ but what any genius would likely call a broadie. Not to crust their cause, or flatten their angles, but after spying on the blueprints, it would seem that any go on this flying tank would prove to be a dangerous trip for biscuits. The group’s plans call for light to me-dium armor of the airship as well as heavy armaments to combat the rising

forces in Germany as a war machine turning the original 1920’s European zeppelin design against them. Local engineers are skeptical that the design will be heavier than the rigid structure and gas bag can handle. Despite this controversy over their left-fields plans, any blat reporter has to tip their hat to this bunch of thinkers.Formed by a classy dame named Shanon Smith and her partner and pally, Bran-don Lewis, these steam-obsessed abercrombies meet every Thursday night on Kansas State University Campus at 8:00pm at a location announced on their underground bulletin each

CRACK TEAM OF INVENTORS PLAN TO BUILD

FLYING TANK “AIRSHIP” TO COMBAT EVILDOERS!

week, (to avoid the noggin-tappers and naysayers). Here they discuss every-thing from techniques in making chainmail armor to the inventions of Nikola Tesla. To keep the juices flowing and the creativity fresh, they invite any-body who wants to join their think tank to slide on down and join them.Look for these palookas out and about; the top hats and brass goggles are a dead giveaway. Walk up and shake their hands, tell them the weather is nice for flying and they’ll catch your meaning.

You may be scratching your head wondering what exactly this steampunk hoo ha is all about. These individuals have spent years pouring over the steam-powered inventions from Victorian Britain and have carried on the in-ventions of the steam-ers before them incorporating their own spin including plans for mechanical men and machinery that may never work, but are fun to make chin music over.

This Manhattan chapter of the Steampunk Society is still in its toddler stage, having met for less than ten weeks, so no need to be worried about step-ping into this dance late. Check out their bulletin updates, code: (Manhattan Kansas Steampunk Society on facebook).

Philosophers say that to see forward, it’s often necessary to look backwards and if this is the case, The Little Apple should be blowing their wigs over these top hats.

by Sarah Sullivan

Steampunk hat created by Shanon Smith

Steampunk Society President, Shanon Smith

Airship Plan

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STARLIGHT FROM TINSELTOWN!

The Thin ManBased on the comedic crime classic by Dashiell Hammet, this movie masterpiece is equally successful as a whodunit and as a comedy of manners. William Powell charms as Nick Charles, former private eye and current lush who is reluctantly lured out of retirement by the disappearance of family friend Clyde Wynant and the murder of Clyde’s secretary and mistress Julia Wolf. Myrna Loy sparkles as Nick’s society wife Nora Charles, “a lanky brunette with a wicked jaw” and a trademark pout. The film also features a full cast of suspects the conniving ex-wife, the trusted lawyer, gangsters, and Clyde himself. These characters hardly hold a candle to those Nick calls friends though former marks, reporters, cops, and Asta, the irrepressible and indispensable wire-hair fox terrier. While this motley crew keeps you guessing and gives you a few laughs in the process, the real magic happens between Nick and Nora. The repartee is written just right and the leads’ chemistry is pitch perfect:

Nora: How many drinks have you had? Nick: This will make six martinis. Nora: [to the waiter] Alright. Will you bring me five more martinis, Leo? Line them right up here.

In all, it’s a nifty little noir with as many one liners as red herrings.

Reviewed by Caitlin Cash

Duck Soup Reviewed by Sarah Sullivan

There is no chippie more excited than me when it comes to seeing the opening night of the newest Marx Brothers film! A leak deep inside Hollywood has let slip that the plot of what has to be a Groucho, Harpo, Chico, and Zeppo instant mas-terpiece, revolves around a political appointment. Especially considering the current state of things, I can’t think of a better plot to unleash the anarchic comedy of the dynamic foursome upon. I was especially worried when I overheard that there had been some bitter disputes concerning the movie contracts Paramount hasd made with the brothers. Rumors of the brothers walking out on the production were even tossed back and forth from behind hands and through open luxury car windows.

Saffice it to say that I’ve already got my ticket and am now impatiently waiting for the opening of the theater doors tonight. I don’t even think the Talkie cartoon be-fore the show will be able to hold my attention. Like so many Americans, I cannot wait to see my favorite boys back in action on the silverscreen.

From the trailer:

Rufus T. Firefly: Now, what is it that has four pairs of pants, lives in Philadelphia, and it never rains but it pours?Chicolini: Atsa good one. I give you three guesses.Rufus T. Firefly: Now let me see. Has four pair of pants, lives in Philadelphia... Is it male or female?Chicolini: No, I no think so.Rufus T. Firefly: Is he dead?Chicolini: Who?Rufus T. Firefly: I don’t know. I give up.Chicolini: I give up, too.

Cast shot from The Thin Man

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3. This child star signed a contract with Fox broadcasting at the age of 5 in 1933.5. Adolf Hitler declared his intentions for a state-sponsored ______________ program.6. First man to fly solo around the world7. October 29, 192911. The original version of this movie was released with the famous quote, "It was Beauty killed the Beast."14. Al Capone had this sobriquet stricken from the warrant for his arrest.15. The inoculation against this disease began in the Western World in 1933.16. This monster was sighted for the first time in Scotland.17. 1933 World Series was played between the New York Giants and the Washington _____________18. The racecar, tophat, iron, thimble and moneybag take their first pass for $200.

1. This author's books were burned in Nazi book burnings, one of which was " A Farewell to Arms"2. This drive in venue created by Richard Hollingshead4. During the Great Depression, shantytowns were also called _______________8. In 1933, this dirigible airship crashed.9. The 1933 National Football League Championship game was won by the team from __________10. This type of gun was demponstrated by a Japanese Scientist in 1933, firing 1,000 shots per minute12. This president was the first president eligible for his mother to vote for him.13. This suspender wearing talk show host was born in 1933.15. The Midwest was hit by these strong winds that stripped the topsoil from drought af-fected farmland

“When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the

passengers in his car.”

Happy hour in the Loop is the best. Every block bustles with people out for a good time. Young secretaries dressed to the nines, strutting around in new dresses and new hairdos. Young socialites looking for the next hot spot, the next good time. And the boys that fol-low. Pasty kids with slicked hair, their eyes, too, scanning for the right girl, the next good time. I wait for them to walk by and then I pick their pockets. There's this one group of fellows trying to figure out where they're going next. It's three of them. They've been looking forward to happy hour all day. I walk up to the one closest to the buildings. He's gazing up at all the signs on the buildings. They say bank, they say deli, they say restaurant, they say department store, they say jewelry, they say restaurant, and so forth. Everything on this block is fifty stories high. They won't even see me coming. I pretend to be preoccupied too; I pull a playbill for Of Thee I Sing out of my jacket pocket and pretend to study it. I knock into him, full-on, with my playbill arm. With the other I reach around him, make my fingers like a pair of scissors, and yank his wallet out of his back pocket nice and easy. He keeps it the same place everyone keeps theirs. The good old two-finger snap. Nothing fancy to it. Oh excuse me sir, beg your pardon guy, oh no it's all my fault I wasn't watching where I was going. And while we apologize his billfold goes into my pocket. Nobody’s the wiser. You gotta wait for the right kind of mark. Not just any old joe will do. He's gotta be distracted, disoriented. Out of his element. Makes it easier for you to take control, take advantage. Maybe he's got his nose in the newspaper. Maybe he doesn't know where he is so he's looking for street addresses or a sign with a particular name. Maybe he's supposed to meet somebody, so he's looking for a face in the crowd. Whatever it is, when your mark is focused on something else, he won't feel it so much when you reach in his pocket. And just for good measure, make sure you bump into them good and hard. This throws them even more off balance, mentally. After that don't waste time being gentle. Just yank the sucker out of there and be on your way as fast as you can. I pocket thirty bucks and ditch the wallet right at the curb. Not interested in the guy's library card, the snapshots of his sweetheart. They'll just weigh down my jacket. A lot of this is just people-watching. This couple walks by. A hunched-over man wearing a black hat and an overcoat, walking fast. His wife, a jowelly blond lady witha grey coat and blue scarf isn't keeping up. She's looking around, glancing into windows and peering across the street, but she's holding her purse like a running back. He'll stop to let her catch up but then muscle on ahead. There are guys alone, with briefcases. Some of them striding so fast it's hard to keep up. Ladies with broad-shouldered overcoats and dramatic hats, walking arm-in-arm, sometimes three apace. I decide to try my luck on this one fellow. Youngish, slender, with golden-rimmed glasses. He's checking his watch a lot. I collide with him from behind, filch his billfold from the same spot they're always at. I didn't see the girl behind me. She runs into me."I apologize, sir," she said. She was a brunette with flat, soft hair and blue eyes. She's got a newspaper in one hand but she's not looking at it. She's looking up the street, distracted. I turned to look at the guy but he was already disappearing ahead, probably part of the crowd going into the subway. And I turned back around expecting the girl would be there too, but she was also vanishing. Wait a second. I fiddle around in my own jacket pockets. The left one. The right one. The thirty bucks aren't there any more. Nor the cash from the mark before that, or the mark before that. Same with my pants pockets. In front everything's fine but in back, wide open space. Even the playbill's gone. Those two were working together. They got me. How long had they been keeping an eye on me? I think I can still make out the girl weaving against the crowd. I think I'll try and catch up with her.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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