THE HESPERIAN
Literature and Events, Fiction and the like
who road by topics, in ether words, the
present arrangement is confusion worse
confounded.
If a student wishes to road the Philosophy
magazines for oxamplo,ho must wade through
the whole collection in order to find ono
'magazine hero and another there.
Why cannot the magazines be classified
in a scientific manner?
In giving place to Mr. 0. M. Skilos com
'munication in this issue, TnE Hesperian
prints the views of. a good, faithful and
staunch barbarian alumnus, who agrees with
us that the way to fight the frats is to fight
them. The Hesperian is a barbarian paper,
"representing the democratic views and belief
of the University plebeians. As such it is
glad to receive such articles as that of Mr.
Skiles', and hopes that more will be forth
coming. Union Clrls' Capers.
ATBlush'lng'Rdse.
I plucked a rose that blossomed in a vale,
All wet with dew and blushing deeply red,
And carried it with reverential love
To one who blushes as red tis any rose.
She held it gently in unjewelicd bands;
And softly raised it to her laughing lips:
Then if I could, I would have given worlds
To be the rose and blush a deeper red.
J.A.S.
"Born Short."
It was announced last "week that the Union
igirls would give their annual program, Fri
day evening, Feb. 28. As is the custom on
'such occasions, the girls carried the slate and
did their part quite manly. However, the
girls did not post u program, although they
-wore confidential enough to tell Searson and
Shrevo about the program, and thus induced
"the boys to work .ill Friday afternoon on
Union hall, arranging curtains, etc. Searaon
and Shrevo now say, "What fools wo mortals
bo."
When the boys called for their young
ladies in the evening each of the girls had
some excuse to take the innocent lamb of a
boy to the homo of Miss Anderson.
The girls had prepared a vacant house,
near Miss Anderson's for a gonuino time.
Dancing and games were indulged in till a
late hour. Refreshments in the shape of
'hot weinerwnrsts and trimmings wore served
by ftio "young ladies.
Goto Rector's 'for Jyonr hot !soda.
William Hawloy Smith says that people
are born short. When thoy are born 'short
they can't do some tilings as well as tliby
can do some other things. Under such cir
cumstances it is unjust to try to make all
conform to any common system of training,
since such a system will unavoidably 'tax
some of these shortnesses. He says it is
tyranny. And he says, "Oh, what's he
use, good people?" and stamps his toot.
"You know it."
Yes, we know it. Wo wore born sho'ft
ourselves. Don't wo know it? Those hor
rible Friday afternoons, when wo stood with
tottering knees, twisting our fingers together,
and watching the little boys giggle, while
we gasped, "You'd scarce expect one of my
age " Those long recesses, when We
looked at that hideous, green Harvey until
linos at slants, and copulas on little stems
danced over the dusty blackboards, -jft!h,
William Hawley Smith, if you had but'eorae
a little sooner 1
Thero is a boy who was born short, fib
walks with a curious, halting stop, lurching
first one shoulder, then the other, forward.
He holds his head down, his si -alders stoop
together over his chest what there is of it.
Ho makes you ache with sympathetic un
. easiness when he stands before you. But
he can't help it. What's the use, goodfdlks?
There is the drill sergeant who would
stand hat boy up and "try to make the line's
'of lliis Tn3y conform 'to prescribed lines and
-burves. He would put 'the .youth into a
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