The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, November 15, 1893, Page 3, Image 3

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"She will be glad to see me," said Mr.
Charles Do Poyster Thompkinson, as, hold
ing the hair brush suspended in his right
hand he studied for some moments the effect
of wearing his hair parted in the middle.
Finding the result disastrous, ho carefully re
placed his locks in their former position,
sighed, and set himself about the arduous
task of selecting a tie.
"She has the roputation of being the most
cultivated and aesthetic young lady in the
city," said Mr. Charles De Poyster Thomp
kiuson, "and I doubt not that her aesthetic
taste and appreciation extends to matters of
dress as well as to conversation." So say
ing, ho discarded tie after tie, large plaid
ones, delicate, figured ones, four-in-hands,
Windsors, the whole category, until finally
deciding to follow his favorite principle of
contrast, ho selected an immacculate white
one as the fittest foregroundto his counten
ance. Adjusting it with some difficulty, ho
made a pilgrimage into a corner after his
missing cuff, donned his neatly fitting coat,
and throw himself negligently into a chair to
think. Ho had decided to make the call at
four. It was now two.
"Yes, Anemono Walker is certainly a very
advanced and intelligent young lady," said
to himself Mr. Charles Do Poyster Thomp
kinson. "It was only last wook that she
told mo as I was leaving that I had made
three epigrams, four aphorisms, and two lo?i
mots during my call. She is indeed very in
telligent, and I seom to bo growing to ad
mire her. Neither of those others, Darda
nello Durham or that Watson girl, ever used
to bo or could be so observing and appre
ciative; but comparisons are odious. This
afternoon, besides koeping up my reputation
as an horrvme d'esprit, I must help Anemone
to say a few good things herself; for a co-ed,
lijco sugar taffy "
Mr. Charles De Poyster Thompkinson
bounded from his chair, seized his fountain
pen, and wrote carefully in his memorandum
A co-ed is liko sugar taffy at hor beat after
sho has boon drawn out.
"1 doubt if the apostle of epigrams him
self could do much better than that, off
hand," said Mr. Charles Do Poyster Thomp
kinson, rubbing his hands and reading it
over. "Now for a few more."
After some minutes, and with the memory
of those two others, those blinded ones, the
blonde and the brunette, still before him, he
In thoir lovo of change, co-eds can outvie the
meanest misers.
Tho smiles of your ex-co-eds, liko bad clarot,
soon turn to vinegar.
In a minute or so more, catching sight of
something in tho morning paper, and
thinking gratefully of tho analytics class for
tho inspiration, he added this
'Spiritual Proportion,'
An oratorical prize : a college man : : castoria : in
fants, children, and misses.
With a sigh of mixed prido and relief, Mr.
Charles Do Poyster Thompkinson, satisfied
with tho number and the quality of his ef
forts, put back his fountain pen and closed
his note book; but he soon had them out
again. 4
"Ah, I had forgotten. There is that al
bum of hers I was told about. She will ask
mo to write in it. T will throw myself on .
the sofa, bury my head in my hands for a
second, rise, grasp the pen, and dash off a
noat and appropriate sentiment," said Mr.
Charles Do Poyster Thompkinson.
Mr. Charles De Poyster Thompkinson
rose, locked tho door, closed the shutters,
and drew a rhyming dictionary cautiously
from beneath his buroau. Then, taking a
copious draught from a pitcher of water, he
seated himself at his table, glanced over a
fow volumes of tho poets for ideas, and set
to work. At tho end of about forty min
utes ho copied into his memorandum book
the following "polished sentiment," and