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THE HESPERIAN 13 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 the meeting?" 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. Hicks. "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- 1111 m k 3il I