The Nebraskan. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1892-1899, January 01, 1893, Page 52, Image 12

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Miss Cornell is making a portrait, in relief,
of her mother.
Robert Fran., one of the world's greatest
song writer's, is dead.
Miss Barbour is busily engaged in carving
a cabinet for the World's Fair.
Josef HolVman, the celebrated boy pianist,
ran away from his parents and skipped to In
dia as a Stowaway. It is said that he has
gone crazy from over-study.
The collection of Gustavo Dore's huge
paintings of scriptural scenes, have been
moved dom London to New York and may
be seen in Carnegie's music hall.
In the Montana exhibit at the World's Fair,
will be a silver statue of Justice. The com
missioners ollered to sell the privilege of pos
ing as model, to the highest bidder of several
actresses. Mr. Park is the artist and Miss
Ada Rohan will be the model.
There an interesting articles in the Do
comber Scribner's, on the "Nude in Art," by
W. II. Lawf and Kenyon Cox. December's
Century has a collection of Madonnas. The
late Theodore Child has an article in Harp
er's, on "Some Types of the Virgin."
Miss Barton is modeling "The Nebraska
Athlete" for the Columbian Exposition. The
statue is life size and represents a sprinter
in the "set" start, with arms outstretched.
Many visitors saw and admired it .ast week,
and Miss Barton was the recipient of many
deserved compliments.
Most of the art news continues to be in con
nection with the Chicago Exposition. The
sculptors and painters are still busy there.
The director ol the U. S. mint has placed or
ders to furnish plaster designs, for medals
with Augustus St. Gaudons and for diplomas,
with W. II. Law.
See the young man in the cutler,
l.ash the boys who hang behind;
Many are the words they utter,
That are very unrefined.
Now, the junior and the co-ed
O'er the snow they lly in haste.
Close they press their curly heads
While his arms entwine her waist.
Soft the night o'er earth is stealing,
While the students silent llock,
I.oud the mirth at midnight pealing
From a room in llarr's block.
What's the cause, why this commotion ?
Not a word echo deigns to say:
'Tis the sound of chips in motion,
From early eve to dawn of day.
A student sat in his attic story,
Conned the Hesperian from lid to lid;
In his eye was the light of seraphic glory,
As he read o'er the story of "The White Pyramid."
Hours thus he sat in sweet contemplation,
Never a word, like one inspired
Then down dashed the book in wrathy d nation,
And murmurred, "These cuts make me tired."
From far and near the politicians gather,
I.oud their voices rise in joint debate,
Who's the man who'll be elected,
Senator from Nebraska state?
Is it Crounse or Hoyd or Majors,
Hryan, Thurston, Paddock or Van Wyck?
Here's a ten that 1 will wager
That a "dark horse" wins the strike.
What a chunk of treael.sry the small boy is,
He meets your eye with smiling phi.
And looks so good neath your searching quiz.
Hut you turn your back and swift k-w-h-i ..,
Flies straight that hard snow-ball of his
Your off ear burns with a red hot si,
You wish that kid would mind his hi,
What a chunk of treachery the small boy i."'