The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, March 19, 1897, Image 3
w m inyjipjljuimi lfp,.ju WV- i h ' pJE) UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA. Vol XXVI LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MARCH 19, 1S97. No. nt" SHALL NATURE MOURN. Shall nature mourn her west Go where the pine grew best., Her foi est giants tall Have passed beyond recall. Low thunder-humming saw-mills sing; A hundred thousand hammers ring And shrieking steam and -whirring wheel And myriad strokes of working steel Attest the industry of -man Where in their freedom, red deer ran. Shall nature mourn her west? Go where the prairies rest; Where bearded bison trod, Their hones jut through the sod. One rolling-ocean field of corn, One great green garden, newly born, Transplanted orchard, nurtured vine Drink western air for western wine; And in goad time, their fruits, God-sent, Are labor's western monument. JosKrn A. 'Sahoent, She has Tantrums. SIip is a queer girl. All tlic students know her name, ljut know nothing else about her except that she has a temper.. Gorman is her favorite study. She thinks she is very good in it, and one nmy a wall admit that she is. Only she 7011't stand being corrected. When she w reciting, if she is corrected for any small mistake, she gets mad, her eyes snap, she sits down, closes her book with a wig, and not. a word more can the proiessor get her to utter. Yesterday 8'iohar been reading very flnently for several lines, when Uhe professor asked !lei't0 slate "da" in a certain sentence when" instead of "as."" Ait once she grew rod in the face, stopped reciting and K down. All ho rest'of -the hour, when question was asked her, she refused to answer. Try Again. She walked back and forth in her room trying to think of a subject for an expos itory theme. Finally, when she was almost desperate, for the theme had to be writ ten by the next morning, she went into the library. She put all the magaziuos and encyclopedias upon a table beside her, and commenced to read. At the last moment she found a subject. Then the neglected her lessons and worked faithfully all the evening upon her theme. When it was completed she counted her words. She had not the required num ber. Discouraged and angry, she sat in the library the next morning poring over a new theme, instead of going to classes. What a relief it was to her, when she had finished her second theme and deposited it in the little box on the door. The next day it was returned to her, with large red letters written on the cover, "Not expository, try again." A Change. The room was so still. Except when the man rustled his newspaper a little, or his busy wife came in from the kitchen for -a moment, it was so still. The man sat twisting Ins hoavy black mustache as he road the paper. Suddenly ho looked up and around the room. Then it sueniod that the fire needed much poking. The big gray cat, wakened by the noise, rose majestically, curled and uncurled her spinal column, and stood looking sagely at the man while he poked the fire, slowly and meditatively as men -do. Finally he laid the poker in its place and stooping down, began to pot the cat. "Kitty, pretty puss, poo1 hT tat" he said softly.