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About Hesperian student / (Lincoln [Neb.]) 1872-1885 | View Entire Issue (March 31, 1887)
H. P. Barrett is now in New Yotk but expects to be back
soon and survey during the summer.
Messrs. Sholwcll, Ellsworth and Scharman have joined a
surveying party and proceeded to Wyoming for a long sum
Union officers for spring term: E. G. Wiggcnhorn, Prcs.;
Jennie C. Bonncll, V. P.; T. S. Allen, Sec: Miss Fannie Bak
er, Critic; G. H. Baughman, Treasurer.
Professor of Military Science: Mr. PI , what p.ut of the
field piece do you consider the most important?
Mr. PI (in some confusion): The Swab.
(Scene in boarding house) Mr. S-l-k: "Miss B 1. arc you
going to the concert this evening?" Miss B 1, "No but Ij
should like to go." Oppressive silence. J
Mr. Polk the big one was enabled by influential friends
to secure a B. & M. pass from Louisville to Lincoln and re
turn last Tuesday, and came up that day to visit the legisla
Ed. Gillespie and G. H. Baughman have lately been made
happy upon the receipt of gold watches, the former on the oc
casion of his eighteenth and the latter of his twentyfirst birth
day. H. P. Barrett is compelled to lall back into 'SS by reason
of his recent illness.
Married At Schuyler, Nebr., Mar. 12th, Mr. O.S.Moorc
and Miss Mary M. Dworak. Mr. Moore's stay among us was
short, but long enough for him to make many friends, all of
whom wisji the couple boundless happiness. They begin
their married life in Chicago.
They boarded at the same place he had walked from the
University with her, and in his confusion had turned to go.
She: -'Are you not coming in to dinner, Mr. V ?" He: "O,
I do board here don't I?" (Other boarders smile) She:
(Aside) "How bashful these boarders arc!"
"Some one must be coming, dear,
Tis papa," she wildly said.
Alas! well founded was her fear,
And their fond dream was o'er;
For her stem father did appear,
And dragged him to the door.
The irate parent hurled him hence,
Threw after him his hat;
The student landed on the fence,
Our poor, crestfallen PI
"The course of true love ne'er runs smooth."
How true the saying is!
One poor student feels the truth,
And now, great grief is his.
The incident I have in mind
I really should not tell;
But as I purpose naught unkind,
Perhaps 'tis just as well.
Not long ago a Freshman went
Unto his charmer's home;
For she to him a note had sent,
Entreating him to come.
So merrily the youth set out
In gay and festive guise,
With rapid steps, by shortest route,
Joy beaming from his eyes.
With eager hand he touched the bell
He oft had rung before,
Then heard the step he knew so well
Come tripping towards the door.
To the parlor now they went,
Took their old accustomed scat,
Where they sat in deep content,
Whispering low, in converse sweet.
But hark! There falls upon the ear,
A sound that fills them both with dread;
"The biggest break I ever made, happened last summer
while I was in Montana."
Dan knew a story was at hand, so he laid aside his Ge
ology with a sigh, and reached for his meerschaum. Jack
Fennimorc was rarely so communicative, but the exam' in
CrJculus was just over, he had received a big 99 and so
could afford to treat.
"Well, you know, Dan, when I went out into the
wild west and you warned me not to fall in love
with every pretty country girl I saw, and I vowed she
should be a college graduate or none, to me. I started
right after commencement to visit our old friends, the Ben
tons, out on a Montana ranch, about a hundred miles from
Helena. Got there late at night, after an uncomfortable
ride of three days over smooth prairies, low hills and for
the last day on the roughest road I ever saw jolting and
lurching equal to an ocean steamer. The pleasant sensation
was completed by a three miles ride lrorn the little station
in the clumsy old farm wagon. I felt as cross as a bear
with a sore head, by the time I got there. The next morn
ing I had time to look around before breakfast. The unique
position of the house, at the foot -of the dark majestic moun
tains, the !eauliful play of colors on the peaks formed a
wonderfully picturesque view. I was so absorbed in the
grand scene before me that I did not rouse till Mrs. Ben
ton had called 'breakfast' several times. At breakfast we
were waited on by a young lady whom Mrs. B. introduced
as Dora Brooke, whom I supposed to be a servant. Though
I didn't think of it for a long time, I remember now just
how she looked that morning as she poured the rich cream
and brought our strawberries. There was nothing remark
able in her appearance and I don't remember noticing her
until the day of the picnic. She was rather small, dressed
in dark brown print, her black hair drawn plainly back from
a very pale face, the features were small and regular, her
eyes I didn't sec, for, like a bashful country girl, she kept
them on the ground. It she was spoken to, she would raise
them an iustant, then drop them again as- quickly. She
moved in such a quiet, mouse like way, that she did not
attract any attention by her appearance and I had never
heat d her speak. The days passed quickly. As mater mei
had written Mrs. B. beforehand, telling how tired and worn
out I was by the arduous labors of the 'ast year, and how I
must pick up so as to be a sturdy Senior. Mrs. B. took pains
that I should rusticate to my heart's content. One day it was
fishing, next gunning, lumbering off to visit some distant cave,
or gather botanical specimens, till I knew the country for
miles around and was as brown as Benton himself. One day
Mrs. B. proposed a family picnic. Dora went with us "to
mind Vallie and Little Jack" she said;ths boys were on the
front scat, Dora and the children on the back seat. Little-
Vallie got into a whine. She blubbered and fretted aud howled
above the noise of wheels, talk and all. It was unbearable.
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