The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, February 12, 1897, Page 4, Image 4
'p T 11 E H E S 1 15 R J A N ' A ti right to be there with several hours to spare. I should never expose the fath erly unkiudness of dear Professor X who would undoubtedly have moved the armory from its foundation rather than let me make a senior of myself. Why ovorybody but seniors realize that pro fessors are only people after all, and require charity for their acts of injustice, just as preps, do for their failures in Ohem. They aren't to blame because with their enlarged vision they make out an ordinary ant hill to be a Rocky moun tain or two, are they? If I were a senior T shouldn't question about such things, for I should perhaps be too well posted on the subject to need information. If I were a senior, I certainly should wear a cap and gown. Oh, I'd have dig nity someway "if not in one way, why then in another," a la Grover Cleveland and Hanna. I'd be "trailing clouds of glory" all the day. I'd drive forever from my mind that innocent little line in a poem in the Annual of '95. "We will no stiuluiil monk or nuns" And wear a black mother hubbard with the rest of them if I wore a sonior girl. If I were a senior I should await with absolute calmness the announcement of the Phi Beta Kappa, and after it was done and the toggery and tin-taggory was over with, I suppose T'd wonder why I wasn't born smart, or why Providence didn't clear the track forme all the time. I suppose I should bo half-glad at least to remain one of the common herd, since it would be so much the larger, and therefore bettor, if you accept the quanti tative theory. Tf I wore a sonior I know there would come a sharp feeling in my eyes and something big in my throat, when thought of the dear old places and faces which I would have to leave soon. I should know that never again, and no where this side of the groat gates would there be such friends, such hopes and aspirations. I wonder if seniors do feel that way. They seem only to rejoice that the long, hard grind is over and to hope that beyond Commencement is a little oasis and a chance to rest and think and perhaps pray. But! a member of the faculty inform ed mo that such a hope was a delusion and a snare. The oasis never materia lizes. The Golden Hesperides is only a myth. I would rather not be a senior then. G. S. He is a nice little 'Frat' boy, with good money and brains, yes, really, lie is popular with the girls and is considoro I very much of a gentleman, both by him solf and others, but I saw him do a thing in chapel this morning which makes mo question his right to the name. In front of him sat a poorly dressed German boy ahoy recognized by hisin stnictor as a faithful, hard-working stud ent, his hair was rough and long, his faro was not so cleanly shaven as that of the 'gentleman' bohind him. His shirt was colored and the collar largo and ill fit ting, a loving mother's willing but un skilled hands had shaped it, but his 1'aoe was frank, his smile pleasing and Ins manner courteous and attentive. The boys behind him whispered con stantly during the reading, nor did they stop when the prayer began, but the Ger man boy bowed his head reverently. The 'Frat' then amused his companions by making sport of tho other's clothes, his hair, even his reverence wasridiculel. At last he pickod up a sharp tack and dropped it down tho gaping collar. The other boy made no sign, except a slight motion of tho shoulders, and at tho end of the prayer removed tho tack and walked quietly out without a look or mo tion to indicate that horooognizod the in sult. One of these boys has had all the ad vantages of money, birth and breeding, tho other has been reared in a homo ot privation and sacrifice. Ho lives now in some cheap lodging on less than the gen tleman ' spends for amusement. What is tho trouble; is there nothing in noblesse oblige?