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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (March 10, 1894)
1 41 THE HESrERIAN Wt in i' Laurence Gkonlund is what might bo termed a devotee of socialism. His whole life is consecrated to the ono purpose of turning the thoughtful attention of people to socialistic ideas. Hitherto, socialism- has been too commonly a synonymn for anarchy. One sight of Mr. Gronlund is sufhciont to convince that he labors for humanity and not against it Although his ideas do not completely agree with the principles of Poli tical Economy, he introduces new concep tions, which aid materially in understanding the laws regulating the social world. The large number of artists, dramatic, literary, musical and otherwise, that have recently made their debuts before the Uni versity public is enough to take one's breath away. Tho students who associate with these geniuses are well enough aware of their friends' talents, not to make it neces sary for those friends to go stalking about with an important, almost egotistic, air that proclaims without the use of words the great benefit society derives from each stalker's presence. A largo majority of the common people in this miniature world of the Uni versity will be earning a good living before their smart companions have found out that the truest worth does not live on a pedestal. Students now receive two hours credit for work in journalism. When work of this nature is largely voluntary, as was the case last semester, the best results will not bo attained. Now, so much work is required and must bo done or no credit will bo given. Each day, some time is devoted to a study of the careers of prominent newspaper men. Besides this, the students "collect news items which they write down during class. These items must bo news in the strictest sejiso of the word; In addition, each momber of the class has a special topic which he must work up into a "story." This gives practical training in the search for information. It is tho advico of the instructor that very few people enter the newspaper business. Prob ably most of those taking tho course, have no idea of becoming newspaper men. PEACHY. ANNIE PItEY. It was late that night when the hired men threw themselves down on tho prairio grass in front of tho house. The sun had gone down long ago and in tho oast tho bare straight horizon showed the first red light of the harvest moon. It was Saturday and the men had stayed late in the field to finish their work. The day had been hot and still and the men wore very tired at its close, too tired, indeed, to be in tho best of humor. They wore usually talkative and merry in tho ovonings, but tonight they wore very quiet. There were five of them, and all could tell stories, rough and pointless sometimes, but always interesting to them. Then too, Ligo could whistle and sing comic songs, and Peachy sometimes brought out his violin, (his fiddle, he called it), and played to them as they talked. But tonight they were not inclined to story telling; Ligo was too tired and cross to sing, and Peachy seemed to be all wrong. Ho sat apart from the rest and whittled out a cob pipe. "Work's too much for him. He ain't used to it," Ligo had said ill-humorod-ly, and tho others had not boon bold enough to say anything further. For Poachy was not in tho best of humors tonight and might be dangerous if any ono should rouse him. So Peachy was left to himself and ho was glad of it. It soon became too dark to work at Ins pipe, so he put it aside until tho moon should rise and give him light. As ho looked idly about him tho dingy house camo in tho range of his eyo, and ho examined it con temptuously. "Bo better for a coat of paint," ho said; "might as well have it, too. Williams is rich and tho harvest's boon un common good. But of course he can do what he likes with his money. 'Taint none of my business." Then Peachy looked past tho house at the now red barn and moralized: "That's allers tho way. Women generally do git tho worst of it on a farm. Heaps of work and nothin' to work with. I allers said aforo I was married But I needn't f' -iwijmm ri wuimii