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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.
