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in resources, they-I am speaking of the girls—had run athwart the idea of an April fool party. The party was to be given somewhere, like other parties are, and the fellows were to find out where "somewhere" was.I haven't the least doubt but what the same kind of a party would have been given in a city of a hundred miles square.
Well, to go on with the story, about nine o'clock I found myself in West Lawrence, anxiously looking for "somewhere." Along came B—from choir practice. Now B—had received a tip from some source, and told me that the party was to be held at W-'s, adding that he did not know for certain where she lived. It was my belief that W—lived away up on Tennessee street and so off we started, both dead tired, for I had been walking about an hour, while B—had taken a jaunt of six miles into the country just before supper. At last we reached the end of the street car track. No lights, no music, no laughter or anything that betokened the nearness of a party. Only the heavy breathing of two perspiring, foot-sore men, and the ghastly glare of the flickering street light.
"Fools!" muttered B—, "I remember now, W— lives up on the hill, on Oread Avenue."
And away up that abominable, homicidal Adams-street elevation we toiled, and then over towards North College. At last a light.
"Ha, ha, ha! here we are; it takes me to find a place," gleefully exclaimed B—.
"Yes," said I, with simply killing sarcasm, "you have succeeded in finding Prof. S—'s new house."
"Oh, well, don't get hot about it, we must be within a rifle shot of W—'s."
"Considering that any well regulated rifle will carry half a mile beyond the most distant boundary of the city limits, I find a great deal of solace in your suggestion!" This was deadly, but I had launched it with malice aforethought.
And we went on silently, moodily, disconsolately, an occasional groan or half-stifled imprecation breaking in upon the monotonous sound of our footsteps. Wilted shirt bosoms, dusty
shoes, and dirty faces; we were in fine shape for a party. Upon again turning into Tennessee street we met a couple hurrying along whom we knew.
"They're going to W—'s, let's ask them where it is," whispered B—.
"Never! Thank heaven, I have some pride left," was my haughty reply.
We arrived at the end of my pride and that of the next block at the same time. Here we met J—, whom we humbly asked if he knew where W—lived.
"Yes, up at the end of Tenn—"
That was enough; we left J— in the gutter, a bruised and battered mass.
"It's no use," said B—, looking back at our prostrate victim, "we had better give up the search. There is nobody like an April fool."
"An April fool, sir, an April fool," said I, with the greatest possible emphasis, "is simply not in it with a natural born, all-the-year-round fool!" H.
Wesleyan will have a biological exhibit at the World's Fair.
A school of law is soon to be opened in Tokio for Japanese women.
It is reported there is a great deal of hazing going on now at Purdue.
The first woman's university in Germany is soon to be established.
The number of "cuts" allowed in some of the leading colleges is as follows: Yale, 24 per year to juniors and seniors; to sophomores and freshmen, 18; Williams, 30; Dartmouth, 21.
There are nine dailies, one tri-weekly, two semi-weeklies, 44 weeklies, 55 bi-weeklies, 288 monthlies, and over 100 bi-monthlies and quarterlies published by the colleges of the United States.
The total attendance at Harvard during 189192, including the summer school, was 2,409 while the number this year, including 500 persons who attended the winter night school, is 3,466, or an increase of 1,057.