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ally with decision. There was no one there.
Hold! Did I say no one? That is tradition
and I am not responsible for tradition.
Something was there, and that was an open
window, a piece of scantling and a long
knotted rope. The program was seen to
have reached "part second" scene I, and the
two remaining numbers were at once given.
"Well, gentlemen, what is the pleasure of
Prof. Geo. B. Frankforter rose to his full
height on a sugar barrel and uttered these
words at the top of his voice. It was on the
corner of Eleventh and P streets at ton
o'clock p. m. A wholesale grocery store
occupied the building where the Lincoln
Savings Bank now is.
"Committee 1 Get 'em ! Helen!
Salt water ! Artesian! Postoffice!
fresh ! blanket!" was the reply.
"Gentlemen, will you kind ?"
"Blanket! fresh ! Postoffice!
Artesian ! Salt water ! Helen! Get
'em ! Committee !"
Prof. Frankforter got down from tho bar
rel. Then a few choice spirits that had said
less gathered about him, and after some con
sultation divided into four groups and went
away. The group that went after Warner
wore men of muscle. They had to be. But
they found nothing for ho had gone to Roca.
McMillan had also set out for Roca. Those
that went after Mr. Killon met him on tho
street, but ho started for Roca before they
could approach close enough. Those that
wont after Jones arrived at his room in time
to see him escaping out of the back window.
They arrived at tho window in time to hear
his body go scraping and sliding down tho
roof of tho wood-shed and drop off on tho
ground with a thud. They arrived at tho
gate in time to see him just vanishing below
the horizon. Jones arrived in Roca first.
Those were tho days when wo wore amused
by a story that came to us from tho "heroes
of theol'den time." Prof. Samuel Aughey
had been "professor of science." Ho wus
really a remarkable man. He could teach
anything. When the professor of Greek got
sick, Prof. Aughey heard his classes. When
the professor of mathematics got sick, Prof.
Aughey heard his classes. When the pro
fessor of history or agriculture or Latin or
"modern languages and literature" or mili
tary science got sick Prof. Aughey heard his
classes. Ho was one of those finely gifted
pioneer scientists of tho west who accom
plished untold amounts of work, and knew
' everything, and could do anything. He had
the entire scientific side of the University on
his shoulders, and it is a wonder that he did
not make more blunders than ho did. Well
it seems that some of these "heroes of the
olden time" killed a rat one day, cut off its
tail, and planted it, large end down, in a pot
of earth. Thou they called upon Professor
Aughey and seriously inquired:
"Professor, what is this poculiar plant?
Wo found it out near Salt Creek."
Prof. Aughey glanced at it carelessly and
said: "Gentlemen, this is a rare plant for
tho state. It occurs sparingly in tho oast in
marshy placcb. It is known as Steganopodos,
Phalacrocoracidae, Phalacrocorax dilophus,
and I am very glad that 1 am able to add it
to my collection."
This story edified us very much, and in a
moment of mental aberration we were led
into imitating it. It was tho year that wo
were sophomores, and wo were studying en
tomology. Wo hunted up a good sized
bootlo, took off its head, and fastened on the
hoad of a grasshopper. Then wo glued a pair
of dragon-fly's wings upon its back, and sub
stituted a set of spider's legs. Tho joinings
woro artistically made and wore absolutely
perfect. Then wo wont with it to Prof.
"What sort of a bug is this, professor?"
The professor took it carefully, and looked
at it first with his hoad thrown back, pearing
over his spectacles and holding it out at arms
length. Then he scrutinized it at short range
with his head bent down. Then he expec-
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