THE HESPEKIAN
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have never seen him in the lobby; ho doesn't
seem to be pushing his claim at all, but
is just waiting, and he don't know enough to
realize that won't work in this world. Ho
hasn't a shadow of claim against the state,
but some of us old stagers think it would
pay to give him what he asks, it is only five
hundred dollars. He put about five thou
sand dollars on that old hole. I'm going
to try to push his claim through in some
shape next session. It would be only com
mon human charity.
THE SOCIETY BELLE IN TnE GALLERY.
uO dear, I wish Adolphus would return.
He's so long getting those caramels. What
is that man down there yelling so for! That
must be the clerk who reads the prayers.
Anyhow, I don't see why he's reading that
stuff about that old crazy man. Papa said
he was crazy, because a long time ago when
papa wasn't in office, he just made papa sell
him some land that papa didn't want to sell
at all, and it wasn't good land either, so
papa sold it ever so cheap and lost money
on it really. And then the old beggar lias
been bothering papa because he sold him
the land. Oh, I am so bored, I wish Adol
phus would return."
the morning newspaper legislative
feij. 8, 1884.
"The governor to day signed a bill for the
payment of five hundred dollars lo Samuel
D. Bradford. The claim has hung fire for a
great many sessions and was at last passed
through the efforts of the roan's friends. It;
was rumored later that Bradford was lying
at the point of death, but the rumor could
not be verified." '
The old woman who took care of him told
me that those were his last words, and she
thought he knew what he was saying. She
did not know what they meant, but his
friend who came almost running down from
the capitol with a message a little after the
old man died said they would do for an
epitaph. Flora Bullook.
THE STUDENTS WILL DANCE.
I was roaming around in the cemetery one
day. reading the epitaphs on the tombstones
and wondering what I should have them put
on mine. Down very near the Potter's field
I found a grave with a small rough stone at
the head. On it I read: "Samuel D. Brad
ford, born , died Fob. 7, 1884. The
millu of the God's grind slowly."
"WE'LL HAVE DANCING AFTERWARDS."
Much Ado About Nothing.
It is not often that a college has an op
portunity to indulge in such a universal jolli
fication as we will next month, and the stu
dents have decided to close the festivities
with a grand ball which will be one of the
greatest events of that very eventful season.
There have been a great many students'
dances, but they have all been more or less
select and invited. This dance is not given
by an' one faction of students, or for any
one faction; it is a dance at which all the
students are going to assemble and dance in
honor of the great 'Varsity birthday, dance
twenty-five years worth. Those who can't
dance are going to buy tickets and go to
watch other people dance. The dance will
bo held in Representative Hall on the even
ing of the 16th. The hall will be artisti
cally decorated with flowers and bunting and
caterers will serve refreshments. The mu
sic will be furnished by the best orchestra in
the city. The governor and his staff will bo
invited and the patronesses will bo selected
from the ladies of the faculty. The dance
is to be one of the most elaborate ever hold in
the city, and will really be the students' part
in the great celebration.
There has been a good deal of delibera
tion on what one thing the students could do
to hold up their end of the great University
fete, and a dance seems to bo decidedly the
best thing to decide on. Receptions are
always odious because there is nothing to do
but bo introduced or play "pussy wants the
corner." Banquets are dangerous because
the Props, are so likely to over-eat and make