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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (March 5, 1897)
(Sjum WIT sperta UNIVERSITY OF N'EBRASK'A. Vol. XXVI. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MAKOH 5, 1897. No.yJJW OLD rtlCHIOAN. In calm, thy waters kiss the pebbled strand, Great pines gleam green in thy untroubled breast Tumultuous brooks rush forth to greet thy rest, And peace is law throughout the bord'ring land. In storm, thy billows dnsh against the sand A restless, seething sea of green distressed, Whoso anger bursts in roars from crest to crest, And stills its passion but at Gods command. I love thee in thy calm and quiet play, When thou dot sooth the wearied heart of all; Dost lift man's song in restful melody. Hut when nmjestie rago controlls thy way I love thee best 'tis then that Nature's call Awakes in man heart-music wild and free Sc ratal in Blue. My head uohecl. I was morally certain that I hurt failed in that examination and nil night 1 had been dreaming of the Tar tarian dungeons prepared for those who luivo 'flunked." So, over my boarding house coffee and melancholy pan cakes, I decided to go to church. The frosty, scattered boards of the walk were melancholy reminders ioUk mal hearthstones warmed by $uwS& But such gloomy thoughts were soon scattered by the gorgoous costumes float g along before me. A little maid of seven was walking with her chin veyy much elevated ; so much that over her white hood I caught a glimpse of her mall nose, like a strawberry in a dish of ice-cream. By her side walked a tinier Miss who carried a small muff swung with pink ribbons from her shoulders. Ahoy both looked curiously at a boy who was crossing the street before thorn. boy who held his bare hands in the pockets of his corduroy coat, but who wore a fresh paper colar. Even the high oard fence at the corner was covered ffith a fYftsh poster whom a romarknblv high stepping young woman in sky-blue knight errant costume was holding 'up for inspection a dainty blue handkerchief. But the little maids in their downy hoods were even now disputing the ire spective merits of their patent leather shoe tips. And as the boy passed it was ipairifully evident that the paper collar encased a grimy neck. wondered if tihe young woman in blue hid under that profusion of dainty frills, guilty remorse ful thoughts. I went into the church and sat in a gallery seat, where the reflected glory o'f the windows would not cover my head with ghastly green and crimson. The minister announced as his text, the 'book of Job. There was a solace; but "Job was x perfect man." There could be lit tle in his philosophy for those who "flunk." He could afford to be a phil osopher; in fact he couldn't be anything else. I dismissed Job, and listened to the three friends. The young man who spoke when the three were tired was dwelt upon at length by the aged speaker who called the youth a "strut" and held him up to such scathing contumely that I concluded that the good old man had probably been discussing Jonah and 'tihe whale, with some University freshman. Then Job's defense was treated; a good man had a right to defend himself. A christian had a right to vindicate !his good name, "by force if noeessary- physical violence." r looked at the minister, gray-'hairofl, erect, his hand on the 'Bible, at 'the great congregation, from the two white hoods on the front seat to the groen Ihtt't with green plumes thnt topped the'high-