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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Vol.. XXVI.
LINCOLN, NHHKASKA, MAY H, 1S07.
No.5
INACTIVITY.
Sweet is tho meadow's breath in Juno,
And sweet on tangled grass to Ho;
Ami sweetly sail, the solemn tunc
Of the slow stream that ripples by,
A slumber lure monotony.
Anil sweet, across a lonely wild,
To foot tho winding grass-grown path,
Dreaming the day-dreams of a child,
Unmindful of the storm-oloud's wrath,
Of rimed sickle, wasted swath.
K. F. Pipkk.
From a Girl's Diary,
April third
Oh. but something ombarassiug hap-IH-iiod
today! My uncle came homo from
out in the mountains where ho had been
work-in-,' with a surveyor's party. Wo
kiwho w.i.s coming thU weak, but wo
li'l nnt expect him so soon. Ho came
l to the university to hunt mo out, and,
uit happened, met mo right in the hall
Wore everybody. But ho forgot that
10 s a young man and that nobody
know ho was my uncle. When shrieked
and rush,,,! towards him with a sontimen-
al whisper, -Q, my beloved" ho soomed
't on taking things in earnest for ho
'oped and kissed me enthusiasticallv.
I Hon ho InnghcMl mid I blushed. What
,,ll(l0;' tho sun will people think who
wml my exHnmation and saw us. I
"lv sworn to have my revenge, if I can
imikol anything bad enough.
April sixth.
J,!? ?nt t0 onJy ft woek r solid
miort, have the measles tho second
. 1 cvno down with them yesterday.
'm:t tune you didn't enjoy it at all.
mit this time' i?ii.0f ? n i
tlioploasumnV, USt 0i llH yu havo
a thil l be,u fio,Pollod to believe
tl naS;llMSty0,lrwi11- This can't bo
aS0ls' -von argue; you've had the
measles before. Perhaps it is scarlet
fever or tho small pox. But no, the
opinion is forced upon you. Tt is tho
measles all right. You recognize the
same old fovor dreams whon you wake
at night and think you are petrified.
When you feel yourself rolled, up in a
paper wad, you remember old times; and
when you slowly smother under a thous
and pound weight upon your chest you
cry out in frantic haste to admit the
truth; "It is the measles."
Then there is tho comfort of compar
ing these measles with the others you
had. You have time to meditate. How
do you fool that you didn't feel then?
How did you feel then that you don't
feel now? How did you feel then that
you do feel now? You havo something
pleasant to think about.
Another pleasure is tho opportunity
you havo of furnishing amusement for
tho whole family for two weeks at a time.
You know you don't look pretty; but
you can't see, exactly why it should bo so
much fun for everybody to tell you
about it.
Then your littlo sister offers to come
to school and tell your teachers. You
give her minute directions. She is to
say merely that you are sick. She tells
them all about tho measles and wants mo
to guess how long they laughed.
April fifteenth.
My eyes havo been too bad to write
lately but I have to scribble down my
jubilation. "All things come to those
who wait;" Revenge is sweet;" "E "tu
bus plurum" and so on. Both my uncle
and my sister have taken the measles
from me. "Al
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