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Discovery Science
24th International Conference, DS 2021
Halifax, NS, Canada, October 11–13, 2021
Proceedings
123
Lecture Notes in Artificial Intelligence 12986
Series Editors
Randy Goebel
University of Alberta, Edmonton, Canada
Yuzuru Tanaka
Hokkaido University, Sapporo, Japan
Wolfgang Wahlster
DFKI and Saarland University, Saarbrücken, Germany
Founding Editor
Jörg Siekmann
DFKI and Saarland University, Saarbrücken, Germany
More information about this subseries at http://www.springer.com/series/1244
Carlos Soares · Luis Torgo (Eds.)
Discovery Science
24th International Conference, DS 2021
Halifax, NS, Canada, October 11–13, 2021
Proceedings
Editors
Carlos Soares Luis Torgo
Universidade do Porto and Fraunhofer Dalhousie University
Portugal AICOS Halifax, NS, Canada
Porto, Portugal
This Springer imprint is published by the registered company Springer Nature Switzerland AG
The registered company address is: Gewerbestrasse 11, 6330 Cham, Switzerland
Preface
This volume contains the papers selected for presentation at the 24th International
Conference on Discovery Science (DS 2021), which was organized to be held in
Halifax, Canada, during October 11–13, 2021. Due to the restrictions associated with
the COVID-19 pandemic, the conference was moved online and held virtually over the
same time period.
DS is a conference series that started in 1986. Held every year, DS continues its
tradition as the unique venue for the latest advances in the development and analysis
of methods for discovering scientific knowledge, coming from machine learning, data
mining, and intelligent data analysis, along with their application in various scientific
domains. In particular, major areas selected for DS 2021 included the folllowing: appli-
cations (including a relevant number of papers addressing the COVID-19 pandemic),
classification, data streams, feature selection, graph and network mining, neural net-
works and deep learning, preferences, recommender systems, representation learning,
responsible artificial intelligence, and spatial, temporal and spatiotemporal data.
DS 2021 received 76 international submissions that were carefully reviewed by three
or more Program Committee (PC) members or external reviewers, with a few exceptions.
After a rigorous reviewing process, 15 regular papers and 21 short papers were accepted
for presentation at the conference and publication in the DS 2021 volume.
We would like to sincerely thank all people who helped this volume come into being
and made DS 2021 a successful and exciting event. In particular, we would like to express
our appreciation for the work of the DS 2021 PC members and external reviewers who
helped assure the high standard of accepted papers. We would like to thank all authors
of submissions to DS 2021, without whose work it would not have been possible to have
such high-quality contributions in the conference.
We are grateful to the Steering Committee chair, Sašo Džeroski, for his extraordinary
support in critical decisions concerning the event plan, particularly important in these
challenging times. We are also very grateful to the Program Committee chairs of DS
2020, Annalisa Appice and Grigorios Tsoumakas, for all the information provided, which
made the whole organization much easier. We wish to express our thanks to the local
organization chairs, David Langstroth, Nuno Moniz, Paula Branco, Vitor Cerqueira, and
Yassine Baghoussi, for their support and incredible work. We would like to express
our deepest gratitude to all those who served as organizers, session chairs, and hosts,
who made great efforts to meet the online challenge to make the virtual conference
a real success. Finally, our thanks are due to Alfred Hofmann and Anna Kramer of
Springer for their continuous support and work on the proceedings. We are grateful
to Springer for a special issue on Discovery Science to be published in the Machine
Learning journal. All authors were given the possibility to extend and rework versions
of their papers presented at DS 2021 for a chance to be published in this prestigious
journal. For DS 2021, Springer also supported a Best Student Paper Award, which was
given to Bart Bussmann and his co-authors, Jannes Nys and Steven Latré, for their paper
“Neural Additive Vector Autoregression Models for Causal Discovery in Time Series.”
vi Preface
This paper presents high quality work on a very relevant topic and is complemented
with the materials to reproduce it. We would like to congratulate the authors for this
achievement.
Program Committee
Additional Reviewers
Applications
Classification
Data Streams
1 Introduction
The assessment of students’ knowledge and understanding in academic courses
plays a crucial role in effective teaching and usually takes place in the form
of distance or on-the-spot formal examinations. Exams are typically composed
of different types of questions, such as multiple-choice, true/false, and free-text
questions. Free-text questions, in particular, have benefits in terms of students’
learning as students are required to recall external knowledge, and freely and
concisely elaborate on a subject [14].
If Mrs. Smith knew anything about dancing she forgot every step.
She trots out on the stage and starts something like Kid Carson used
to call “shadow-boxing.” Then she turns around about three times,
stubs her toe and falls down. Standing in a line across the stage is
the rest of them females, with their hands up in the air like they was
being held up by somebody with a gun.
“A-arabellie!” wails Wick. “My ⸺, woman, git out of sight!”
Mrs. Smith gets to her feet and yelps back at Wick:
“Git out of sight yourself—if you don’t like it! I’ll teach you to flirt
with a dancer. Start the music over again, Bill.”
“Em-m-m-i-lee!” shrieks Sam Holt. “Ain’tcha got no modesty? Go
put on your shoes and socks!”
Bill Thatcher starts squealing on his instrument again, and Mrs.
Smith starts doing some fancy steps.
Wow! Here comes Judge Steele, Art Wheeler, Pete Gonyer,
Testament Tilton, Wick Smith and Sam Holt, climbing right over the
top of folks.
“Git ba-a-a-ck!” squeaks Seenery, waving his shotgun. “Stop it!
Whoa, Blaze!”
“Look at the wild man!” howls somebody, and here comes Magpie
across the stage hopping high and handsome.
“Stop ’em, Scenery!” whoops Magpie. “Dog-gone ’em, they can’t
bust up my show!”
Man, I’ll tell all my grandchildren this tale. Them outraged
husbands came up on that stage, while Yaller Rock County yelled
itself hoarse and made bets on whether it would be an odd or even
number of deaths. Magpie hit Pete in the neck and Pete lit with one
leg on each side of Bill Thatcher’s head. Wick Smith got hold of his
wife and them two started a tug of war.
Me and old Sam Holt got to waltzing around and around, which
wasn’t a-tall pleasant, being as I’m barefooted and Sam ain’t. I seen
Mrs. Wheeler and Art locked in mortal combat, and just then I hears
Dirty Shirt Jones yelp—
“Heavy, heavy hangs over your head—”
I whirls just in time to see what’s coming, but I can’t escape. Dirty
Shirt has turned the atmosphere loose. Them four he-sheep—four
ungentlemanly woollies, with corkscrew horns, are buck-jumping
across that stage, seeking what they may hit. I swung around to
meet the attack, and I reckon the leading sheep hit him a dead
center, ’cause I felt the shock plumb to me.
Maybe it hit Sam a little low, because it knocked all four of our
feet off the floor, and the next in line picked us in the air and stood
us on our heads.
I seen Wick Smith, braced against the edge of the stage, trying to
pull his wife over the edge, the same of which is a invitation to a
sheep, and the old ram accepted right on the spot. Mrs. Smith
grunted audibly and shot into Wick’s arms. Scenery Sims starts to
skip across the stage, but a ram outsmarted him, and I seen
Scenery turn over gracefully in the air and shoot, regardless, with
both barrels of that sawed-off shotgun.
Them load of shot hived up in the chandelier, the same of which
cut off our visible supply of light.
I heard the crashing of glass, and I figures that the hallway is too
crowded for some of the audience. I lays still, being wise, until the
noise subsides, and the crowd has escaped. Then I moves slowly to
my hands and knees. I feels a hand feeling of my legs, and then a
hand taps gently on my horned cap.
“I—I thought,” whispers old Sam’s voice kinda quavering-like, “I—
I thought they was all old ones, but a sheep’s a sheep to me.”
Bam! Something landed on my head, and I seen more bright
lights than there is in a million dollars worth of skyrockets. Then
things kinda clear up, and I hears old Sam saying to himself:
“Well, I killed one of the ⸺ things. If I go carefully⸺”
I can dimly see old Sam sneaking for the front of the stage. I’m
mad. I got up and sneaked right after him. No man can mistake me
for a sheep and get away with it. I jumps for old Sam’s back, and
just then he seems to kinda drop away from me. I reckon he forgot
about the five-feet drop from the stage, and I know danged well I
did. I reckon I sort of lit on my head and shoulders on top of
somebody. There comes a squeak from Bill Thatcher’s instrument,
and then all is quiet.
I wriggled loose and starts to get up, but a strong hand grabs me
by the ankle, yanks me off my feet, and I hit my head on a chair. I
kinda remember being dragged down them stairs, and then I feels
my carcass being dragged over rough ground. It was a long, hard
trip, and I reckon I lost about all the skin on the upper half of my
body. Finally I bumps over a step, gets yanked inside on to a carpet,
and then I hears a voice very dimly—
“Sweetheart, I brought thee home.”
Then a light is lit, and I sees Mrs. Smith putting the chimney on a
lamp. Without turning she says—
“I reckon you’ll confine your love to me after this, eh?”
Then she turns and looks at me, setting there on the floor with
my back propped up against a chair. I looks around. Just inside the
door, sitting on the floor, is Wick. Mrs. Smith looks at me and then at
him. Then she wipes her lips and stares at Wick.
“Sweetheart, eh?” grunts Wick, getting to his feet. “Arabellie, ain’t
you got no shame? Dancin’ up there without nothing on to speak of,
and then you has the gall to bring your sweetheart home with yuh.”
“Did—did—didn’t I—bring you home, Wicksie?”
“You—know—danged—well—you—didn’t. I always knowed you
was kinda sweet on Ike Harper.”
“On that!” She actually yelped, and pointed her finger at me.
“Sweet on him?”
I gets to my feet, but my legs ain’t very strong. I says:
“Lemme a-alone. I don’t want no man’s wife’s love—especially one
what hauls me home by the ankle. When I git married I want a
clingin’ vine—not a pile driver.”
I never did have much sense. A feller in my condition ought to
keep his mouth shut and sneak away soft-like. I turns my head
toward the door, and just then the weight of the world hit me from
behind, and it was a lucky thing for that house that the door was
open.
I landed on my hands and knees in the yard, with all the wind
knocked out of my system. Wick has got some rose-bushes in his
yard. Like a animal wounded unto death, I reckon I tried to crawl
around on my hands and knees to find a spot to die in.
All to once I sees one of them ⸺ sheep. It’s only a short
distance from me. I know if I move it’s going to hit me sure as ⸺
so I remains still. I’ll bet that me and the sheep never moved a
muscle for fifteen minutes.
Then all at once the sheep spoke.
“For ⸺’s sake, if you’re goin’ to butt—butt and have it over
with!”
I got to my feet.
“Get up, Dirty Shirt Jones,” says I. “What kind of a way is that to
act?”
Dirty weaves to his feet and stumbles over to me.
“Ike, thank the Lord, we’re alive!”
“Don’t presume too much. Medical science says that a man can
live after losin’ a certain amount of skin, but I’m bettin’ I’ve passed
that certain limit. Let’s sneak home and save what life we’ve got
left.”
We sneaked around the Mint Hall and Wick’s store, and at the
corner we stumbles into somebody.
“Who goes there?” asks Dirty.
“Go ⸺!” wails Magpie Simpkins. “Help me, will yuh? I wrastled
all the way down here with one of them ⸺ sheep and now I’m
afraid to let loose.”
“You and your ⸺ atmosphere!” groans Dirty.
“I’m settin’ on it,” wails Magpie, “I’ve got a kink in my neck. Will
yuh hold it down until I can get up?”
Just then a voice from under him starts singing very soft and low
—
“There’s a la-a-a-nd that is fairer than this⸺”
Magpie gets to his feet and takes a deep breath.
“Testament,” says he, “what made yuh blat like a sheep?”
But Testament’s mind is not dwelling on sheep—not the kind of
sheep that Magpie meant.
Then the three of us starts limping toward home.
“Mebbe,” says Magpie, kinda painful-like, “mebbe we progressed
too fast. Piperock don’t appreciate it, gents, but this night the old
town jumped ahead at least fifty years.”
“Jumpin’,” says Dirty, reflective-like, “Jumpin’ don’t hurt nobody,
but, holy hen-hawks, it sure does hurt to jump that far and light so
hard.”
We pilgrims along, everybody trying hard to make their legs track.
Finally Magpie says—
“Personally, I think that interpretive dancin’ has anythin’ skinned I
ever seen.”
“Me too,” says I, “and parts I never have seen.”
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the April 30, 1922 issue
of Adventure Magazine.
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