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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Vol. XXVJl.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, NOVEMBER l, 18SI7.
No. 1U
Two
Two chubby hands the pickets grasped;
Two kuighing eyes mine met;
Two little feet in scuffed-out shoes
"Were dancing in childish fret.
Two little lips upturned, in glee:
Two little arms wide spread;
Two strong ones around her thrown.
On my breast a curly head.
Two little eyes ai'e closed in sleep:
Two little hands are still:
A growing pain consumes my heart.
The world is cold and chill.
A roiify ol'llio 1)ioii41i.
-I thirst for rain." Nebraska's swollen
tongue
Could scarcely aid the uttrence of the words.
As bound to earth by Famine's cruel lords.
The outcry from her parched lips was wrung.
' thirst for rain, as flowers thirst for dew.
When scorching sun of summer's day is set:
As fox-hounds for the cooling brooklet fret.
When unrewarded chase is worried through
'I thirst for rain. Beside the sunrise gates
Is it. fancy tells me cooling waters flow.
And vapor-sated clouds are hanging low?
For one cool drouth my thirsting spirit waits.
Oh, God of Waters, hast thou left me here
An exile? llast thou turned thy stormy face?
Oh could this famished soul thy presence
grace,
And win from thee one moist and saving
tear.
'TIJVH .1. CoitKV.
His sister died of the fever a week ago and
the same disease has left him pale and thin.
JTis large brown eyes arc larger, and his laugh
once so bright is now feeble.
He is a patient, little fellow. He. is content
to sit, by the stove in the little low kitchen
andbuUd cob houses for his baby sister. "She
is the only sister I have left,'' he said to me
and put. his long bony fingers in her yellow
curls. She laughed and turned her head
around but he onlv looked at her.
"Water-lilies, water-lilies, live cents a
bunch," called out the bare-footed urchin as
the train pulled into the station. His hat
was pulled down over one ear and his disen
gaged hand thrust deep into the pocket of his
ragged trousers.
Only five cents a bunch, fresh from the
pond.' Then he stood with shining eyes, be
fore the window, holding out the waxen flow
ers to me. All the other rag-a-muffins around
the station were collected, about him watching
eagerly.
1 tossed him a nickle. At once, there was
a scramble. The little fellows were piled on
one another like so many football players after
the pig skin. In a moment it was over and
he, triumphant started down the platform
whistling, Ta-ra-ra -boom-de-aye.1' Soon I
heard his shrill voice, water-lilies, HIIm s
fresh from the pond only five cents.
The joint debate, between the Delian boys
and the Normal boys will take place at the
Lincoln Normal Saturday evening. The
question for discussion is: Besolved that the
United States should adopt the initiative and
referendum. Messrs Andrcson, O'Conncl and
Boomer represent the Delians. The Delian
society will go to shout for the boys.
Again the Hksi'Kkian desires to call the at
tention of students to the fact that James
Whitcomb Kiley, the Hoosier poet., will read
at the Lansing Nov. tl'J, Bringing Mr. Biley
here is not a money making project. 3lr.
Biley will make his appearance under the
auspices of the Lincoln Woman's Club. Thix
will be the literary treat of the year. No
wideawake student will fail to hear and see"
America's greatest living poet.
