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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
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Vol. XXVU.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, FEBRUARY 25, 1S0S.
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Baptized with sunlight., time ruined, stands the mill.
Here hopper tilts with broken leg and bold
The mill-stone's flinty face defies the gold
Which floods all else. Xo roof a rotted sill.
Half buried floor. Leaning on the hill
The wheel, deep clothed in mosses fold on fold
Crash' A in the ruin, the buckets do not hold
The stream, which seeks in truant path the rill.
King Rust has claimed the gear, odce worn and bright.
Deep-crumpled lies the meal-spant; 'neath its bail
A wren has built., and now with parlance shrill
Instructs her brood, in science of the flight
From tall box tree, and scolds with jerk of (ail.
As blatant stands the calf beneath the hill.
Steve J,
No. 21
Corey.
The Frj-ing: Pan.
1 "know he is a long-headed fellow because
it is such a great distance from his cerebrum
to the tip of his tongue.
Wo didn't call him the "Old Brof." because
we loved his mathematics, but bucause we
loved Mm. He knew, I suppose, all that the
best mathematicians of the day were accom
plishing, and ho changed his method if he
found another which seemed better. He was
a perfect instructor, and the fellows all worked
hard for him. Rut wo liked him better when
wo found him at some leasuro moment and let
him talk to us, or when, as wo stood in the
hall or on the stops discussing college politics
he would come up, join the group and enter
into the contest with his usual heartiness. He
never deemed it beneath his dignity lomake
himself one of us. If he met us on the street
and walked our way, what a jolly observer he
would be for the time being, never talking
either his shop or ours. But one thing that
the boys loved to do the Old Prof, despised.
Only once, when wo were celebrating some
event did we toss the Old Prof. When we
brought him down he aid simply -Bqys, I
-wish you wouldn't, I wish you wouldn't. My
brother was crippled for life that way.'' And
it. was several years, after all of us who heard
h!m say that had loft college, before anyone
was tossed again in our college.
The Cook.
"Bobo" looked out into the yard and
screamed, kicked his little feet against In
door joint and laughed and screamed until the
chickens ran and cackled. Then he climbed
on top of the little gate which barred his pas
sage and rolled down on the "outside. He
plucked a grewt, fluffy dandylion and stuek it
in his month, lip grinned as it tickled the
roof of hi mouth then pulled it ouf and
thoughtfully plucked it to pieces. He toddled
across the yard to the plgnpon and crawled
through a crnok between ttlho rails. The big
white sow came up to him and grunted.
Bobe tried to ei-awl up on liar head as she
stuck her nose into the mud in the bottom of
the pou. Site shook her head and ho rolled
over and over in the mud. He sat up and
surveyed his black, dripping hands then ap
plied one to his face. The old sow roDted up
the mud at his side 4v& lay -down, .and then
Bobe made mud balls and piled them on her
back.
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