The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, October 16, 1893, Page 9, Image 9

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inducement for producing finished literary
work, hence it is hoped that many will take
advantage of this offer. For any further in
formation that may be desired, apply to the
managing editor of the Hesperian.
WASTE BASKET WAIFS.
There was once a time when the most dif
ficult task before a student was to pass his
examinations, today it is to register. To be
registered is greater than to be a senior. You
may at any time find students seated around
the library tables trying to figure out by cal
culus how parallel lines can meet, and how
it is possible to recite in chemistry, history
and German at the same hour. To register
is no longer a matter of form, it is a matter
of taste, delicacy and genius. It requires a
strong, independent mind, accustomed to or
iginal research, to find its way through that
endless catalogue of hours and subjects and
professors called the "time card." It re
quires pursuasive power and oratorical ability
to pursuade your professor to admit you to
his class, and it requires a thorough know
ledge of higher mathematics to adjust your
hours. When I meet a student who has really
registered I want to salute him, in the word
of the college orators, uHe stands above his
fellows."
The girls of the class of '94 have shown
their good taste by adopting for their senior
costume the cap and gown. There is no use
in having a class costume at all unless it has
significance, and surely there is no dress
which has such dignity and simplicity, so
many traditions and associations as the Ox
ford gown and mortar board. A class cos
tume should be a sort of domino in which all
people of all conditions mingle together as
though of one caste. Young ladies in this
and other universities have sought to devise
new senior attires, and have appeared in tea
gowns, street gowns and morning gowns, in
gowns of all kinds and colors, but with dis
satisfaction both to themselves and their
friends. The more elaborate the dress the
worse it is. As soon as a dress loses
its individuality its only safety is in sim
plicity.' The fact is that unless there is some
high and holy purpose in so doing, it is
altogether- too much to ask any two girls to
dress alike.
The department of mathematics seems to
be growing at a most appalling rate; its do
main seems to bo as wide as the brotherhood
of man or the sisterhood of woman. There
are now seven regularly installed instructors,
besides numerous assistants of all ages, sexes
and conditions. The classes in mathematics
at some period of the day, take possession of
every room of every building. The English
and Latin departments have equally as many
students, yet they manage to confine them
selves to several omall rooms. Not so the
department of mathematics; classes in math
ematics recite in the Armory, in Nebraska
Hall, in the Chemical Laboratory. In the
Latin school room where of j'ore the boards
were covered with straggling Greek charac
ters formed by the trembling hands of pupils,
now xy and z meet one's gaze on every hand,
and in room twenty-five the boards formerly
ornamented witli the Alps and Pyranees and
other mountain ranges, are now full of right
angles and triangles. John Green is the
only member of the faculty who is not at
some hour of the day driven forth from his
den by this numerous department of mathe
matics. Most of us go through life fairly aching
to speak a few words which we dare not utter.
The only comfort and the single blessedness
of editorial life, is that sometimes "we" may
dare to express what it would be dangerous
for "I" to say. Taking advantage of this
privilege, "we" wish to address a few kindly
words to the inveterate and incessant talker
in junior Shakespeare and English literature.
In the first place, my young friend, you have
not a particle of right to have opinions, you
don't know enough. You have no business
to make daily addresses on the art of Mac
beth, when it's the only play you ever read,
and you have no business to lift up
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