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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 19, 1897)
UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
LINCOLN, N Kim ASK A, KHRKUAIIY Ml. S7
When We are Gone.
They will walk every day on tho threo-bonrd-way,
They will flock when tho clmpol bell rings;
Tlii-y will stand in their plaee with a long drawn fact!
When the high-choir solemuly sings.
They will stand in a row when Admit Ones go,
They will pin on the Scarlet and Cream, door
Tliey will swoop by the score through the Lansing
When our days in the college are a dream.
When we wander away from the owlets grey,
When they look on our faces never more,
Others stop for a snp at onr old-tin cup,
Others look in our letter-box of yore.
He Didn't Want It.
lam naturally tender-hearted; oiv. per
haps I should say unnaturally, unnatur
ally used in the sense of superhumanly.
I cannot sco a a man beaten senseless by
a brutal policeman, or a horse whipped
til the blood comes, or the inveterate
ypllow dog with a tin-can tied to his tail,
or a small boy crying because ho can't
ave what he wants, or a man with the
pat ot his pants worn through, I cannot
see any 0f these things without strong
jee hug of pity and compassion. I'm so
I of pity that I've got into the habit of
laying everything, and wear a pitiful
expression continually, I mean pitying
ni,!LW? pifcy that l Pitied so much one
aSr scho1 VGar' however. I'm
iimb I miust vy and sub(uo my humane-
caqinmu hn&on my heart' at leasfc oc
casionally. I'ts too expensive, otherwise.
snif mrainS home to put on my drill
hoL t n about two blocks from
nGaTth;SaW-man.lyinS on the ss
hi?nn wvbing. with his face buried in
II I8, ?0r fellow! Something was
tioubl ug. Possibly I could help hhn.
asknrl ? tho matfeori my man?" I
soSf' ho umed slowly over at the
hschPl!nyfrtstePs- I saw tears on
Zf. ' and my heart beSan to over-
bU?kinbl!in?ly, wipod the tears away,
unng hard to keep the others back.
"Pin T'm drunk. Tint's wha's
wha's 's matter."
J was rather taken aback.
"Its a pity. 1"
"Wha's a pity, damn you? I d'want
yer damn pity. Hell!' and ho got up
unsteadily but quickly. He did more
than got up. Ho hit mo on the nose,
and broke my glasses. I hate to be hit
on the nose, and T told him so. He
didn't seem to care much. I told him
he'd have to pay for fixing my glasses.
He intimated what he'd do, so hurried
off to g4 'em fixed myself. I'd get re
ported if I skipped drill.
The Yellow Ribbon.
Mary walked along the frosty side-walk
with long steps that jerked her small
skirt and let her see flashes of red stock
ing. She could see red edges, too, stick
ing out at her stubby toes. But she
looked from them .to the big yellow rib
bon pinned to her waist, and her blue
Her father had laughed so hard when
he gave it to her, and he said it would
bring good times. The man at Tom
Reider's had told them so. Mary could
see the other men coming from Tom
Reider's now. They were all laughing
and talking very loud. It did not look
like church, if it was Sunday, but they
all had yellow ribbons and that made,
Mary feel very important.
She held the corners of her black shawl
over her head with both hands, as she
walked faster and faster. When she
turned the corner and saw the white door
of the Mission open wide, she twisted the
ends of tho shawl around her red fingers
The wind blew back the stray locks ot
yellow hair, over the curious green and
blue and crimson figure in the middle of
the black shawl. Her cheeks grew red
der as she ran, her blue eyes shining
when the yellow ribbon danced above
her face. M
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