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THE HESPERIAN
general horizon. The "wild and woolly west" idea would
certainly receive a severe shock.
The faces of the following, formerly familiar at the uni
versity, were seen about the halls during vacation week while
the State Teachers' Association was in session:
'88 -Roscoc Pound; Cornelius Jansen, Jr., who is teach
ing a German school near Geneva; J. A. Barrett.
'89 Professor C. B. Newcomer, of Cotner university.
89 -E. E. Gillespie, T. I.. Hall, E. R. Holmes, 'llugh
l.amastcr, II, C. Peterson, A. E. Wagner, Miss Jennie
Wolfe.
'91 Miss Fannie linker, A. A. Faurot, C. C. Fletcher,
J . W. McCrosky, CD. Shell, W. J. Taylor, Per Axel
Rydberg.
The following former students: A. D. Church, '89, Miss
Cross, '93, Miss Hopper, '93, Miss Shotwcll, Miss Picrcfr,
Mr. llouton, Miss Hall, of Verdon, Miss Wing, Miss E?a
Shut.
The Red Cloud, (Neb.) Argus, says: Mr. Uandolf McNitt
has opened a law office over Deyo's store and holds himself
in readiness to seivc those who may have need of his lcgfl
services. Mr. McNitt has acquired a circle of friends and is
known as a young man of steady habits and ol natural and
acquired ability.
Harvey Shotwcll, an old Palladian who has been for the
last thice years at Seattle, Wash., has been V'sinng near Lin
coln for a month past. He returned, last week, to Washing
ton, where he has work as a civil engineer.
Rev. J. II. Worley, '8o, is delivering a very interesting
lecture on China in various parts of ihe state. He looks for
ward to returning to that country as a missionary before long.
Harvey Shotwcll recently returned from the Pacific coast
where he has been engaged in engineering work. After vis
iting here a few days he went to Iowa.
'880. H. Polk has located in this city and anyone wish
ing to be helped out of their legal difficulties will find him
awaiting them at 1 127 O street.
'85 Professor Conway G. McMillan, of the University of
Minnesota, and wife were visiting his old home in this city
during vacation. .
Mrs. Glen T. liabson, '88, is one of sixteen Seward citi
zens to contribute a chapter to a sciial story to be published
in a local paper.
'88 F. W. Kramer, now right of way man for the H. and
M. R. R., has been working in the Black Hills.
N. M. Graham, a student last year, and brother of R. II.,
is county superintendent of Clay county.
A. A. Reed is the genial gentleman who grants certifi
cates to the teachers of Gage county.
'89 Al. Pizcy spent the holidays visiting friends in wes
tern New York.
'88 Henry Wagner is principal ofone of the waul schools
of Beatrice.
'91 Miss Ida Bonnell is working in her father's office in
Chicago.
In Momorlain.
as she sat by his bedside, the last day of the old yenr, when
he seemed so appreciative of all that was done for him nnd so
sure that he would be better on the morrow. Was it not so?
Shall we not rather say: On New Year's morning Burt Bon
nell began the expectant life of some higher good than we
know of. It is God's task now to make the heavenly per
iod perfect the carthlv. This thought envelopes us and we
exclaim with Emerson:
"What is excellent,
As God lives, is permanent;
Hearts are dust, heart's loves remain,
Heart's love will meet thee again."
As a student in the university his conduct was upright,
pure, and without reproach. Had health permitted him to
1 cmain he woidd have graduated as one of the brightest mem
bers of the class of '92, but God gave him a higher work to do.
There is another grave now in the quiet cbhictcr.y at Chi
cago and mother and brother and sister arc again united.
May the stricken friends and the bereaved father be sol
aced by the blessed hope of immortality. "I.ife is probation,
and this earth no goal but starting-point of man."
'Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name?
Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands;
What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same?
Doubt that thy power can fdl the heart that thy power
expands?
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as
bclorc;
The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound;
What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good
more;
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
All wc have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist;
Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor
power
Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives lor the mel
odist, When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,
The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,
Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;
Enough that heard it once; wc shall hear it by and by."
, Burt Bonnki.i..
Amid the gladsome greetings and exchanges of best
wisheson New Year's morning, came the sad' message -Burt
'Bonnell is dead.
Iris not easy to associate the grim shadow with one so
young .and full of life as Burt. The writer recalls him vividly
MISS l-'I.ORKNCK IIRtSCOK.
Among the faithful students who have trod our halls these
many years, the eye followed none with more immediate 'rec
ognition and involuntary approval of the animating spirit
unassuming and nnselfish, yet lofty and true- than in the
person of Florence Briscoe. To trust her was to meet no dis
appointment. She was one of those supporting members of
soeiety on whom it was natural to lean, whose punctuality
and preparation her instructors could count on, whose best
satisfaction was good work for its own sake and who never
failed, when occasion offered, to extend a helping hand for
the Master's sake. For years she has carried studies in one
or another branch of the curriculum latterly devoting her
self especially to the art course, which shu pursued with tal
ent and untiring industry, until a serious trouble of the eyes
cut short her work. The heavy trial was patiently borne,
and when three months ago an improved condition seemed to
warrant It, the happiest hopes seemed to be fulfilled in her
entering the Art Institute of Chicago with full appreciation
and appropriation of its larger opportunities. Alas! There
she met the shadow which somewhere "sits and waits" for
each. Her spirit bowed to the summons; the palette and the
pencil dropped from her hands and earthly life ended on the
threshold of its abundant promise in bitter mysterious
obstruction.
As we believe, as our faith teaches'to such spirits "sud
den the worst turns the best." ''They enter the realms of
love."
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