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LAWRENCE, KANSAS, FEB. 21, 1890.
VOL. VIII.
WASHBURN WINS.
A Struggle That Gave to Naylor the
Wreath of Victory And to
Sover j—Nothing
Just as the COURIER said Friday night was the night of nights for the students of Kansas—but what a night it proved to be for K. S. U.
University Hall was jammed and crammed full—from pit to dome it was jammed and crammed.
H. Lee Prescott was the first orator Pres. Hayden introduced, with "Richard III" as his subject. Mr. P is a tall, sharp featured young man whose black eyes have a way of speaking. Though a little monotonous, he showed oratical ability of not a little merit—but more mechanical polishing, I am afraid.
The contest was one of the most brilliant ever fought on the red soil of "bloody Kansas." Each orator took his post with the seeming determination to win,—but there was but one Aajx among them: all fell but him
Bear stood manfully for K, S. U. and K, S. U stood loyally for Bear—but alas he fell—but it was a brilliant fall.
The Kansas University Glee Club made its debate and it was a most creditable one. If loud applause counts for anything, the boys ought to feel proud of their first effort.
S. W. Naylor, of Washburn College, delivered his striking oration the "Puritan and Cavalier in our National Life," in a most striking manner. Tall, well proportioned, handsome—with a bright eye and a good head—Mr. Naylor made a decided impression. His delivery was exceptionally good—by far the best of the evening. His oration was a powerful one. The Judges thought all this and treated him accordingly.
When H. F. M. Bear-you know him—you know his quiet, gentle, yet earnest manner—his brilliant eyes, his beaming, intelligent face his weak, but graceful figure—when Bear stood up to begin his oration on "The Growth in Government"—the loyal blood of K. S. U, went wild—it was a heavy reception—Bear's was. Bear—what shall we say of his effort? Was it his best? We don't believe it was. Was it good—yes it was that and more—it was excellent. What then was the matter? Simply this: His delivery was the matter—though earnest, it wanted the polish and dexterity that gave to Naylor his enviable place. But Bear did well—he honored K. S. U. with his effort—and K. S. U. is still proud of him.
The Baker girls—the singers made a great hit. Their singing was about as good Hill's oration. Every body joined the Baker boys in applauding them.
Their good sense placed him at the top of the heap—the victor.
R. L. Parker of Ottawa University, was the biggest and oldest man of the lot. In thunder tones he asked "Shall the Illiterate Vote?" Mr. P. had a way of sawing the air with his right hand that was peculiarly odd.
Ed. Marshall, of Emporia College, talked eloquently about the "Huguenots." Tall, straight as a Baker preacher, his Roman nose had a musical ability about it that was wonderful. Its sing-song tune, though no doubt original with Mr. M. was just a little bit tiresome.
Yates Hill, of Baker University, is a clean cut classical looking young (ellow with a face that reads like a book). Hill looks much like Bear. The Baker man is unmistakably an orator-he must have been born one. His able oration was delivered with his whole soul and might. It was done well. Hill tried hard to get first, but he fell second.
Robert M. Ruggles of the State Normal, though the last, came a good deal from being the least:—he was six feet if an inch. His comely person and handsome face were several points in his favor. His tribute to "Robert Emmet" was a heartfulone—I take it to be one of the finest ever placed on his grave. His delivery was exceedingly pleasant and his happy climaxes were masterly. As an orator Ruggles has a future of wonderful promise.
With the close of the contest began the festivities of the Ball Armory Hall never contained a company of more culture and beauty. More than one hundred couples worshiped at the shrine of Terpsichore. The guests were not a few. They were loyally entertained. The early bird was catching the proverbial worm when the happy company dispersed.
THE BALL
So ended one of the striking events in the history of K. S. U. — this contest will go down as a land-mark. — JAY.
A Chapter Added to "Looking Backward." Bellamy Out Done
THE B. M. IN 1990
SCENE-The 4 rimsily furnished pri-
vate office of the Bungtang Gao-ø.
The Business Manager was seated at his mahogany desk listening to a phonograph into which various railroad magnates, Senators and members of the Cabinet, had been compelled to state their business, and reading at the same time from a pile of letters, telegrams and pneumograms upon his desk.
These and other necessary furnishings of a modern business manager's office, including rich Persian rugs, rare porcelain and bronze, had been carefully gathered and were respectfully provided by the Gazoo Printing Co.
On the desk in front of the Business Manager lay a box of fine segars, with garters on (also furnished by the company.)
It was a cold day out of doors, but the pleasant warmth of the electric radiators, and the fragrant qualities of the good segar he was smoking, had a tendancy to make the B. M. feel at peace with himself and with the world—a state of existence entirely unknown to the B. M. of one hundred years ago.
At the side of the desk were a series of electric buttons and and openings communicating with pneumatic tubes, telephone centres and electro-phonographs. These bore various descriptions, such as "Campaign Headquarters," "Hoffman House Bar," "Private Office President U. S."
The B. M. touched one of the smaller buttors and a bold faced minion with agate cheek appeared at the door.
"Send the Managing, Editor" roared the Business Manager in a sort of chills and fever tone that sounded like tearing rags. (He had just recovered from the grip, which licked comes but once in a hundred years.)
A moment later there was a tremulous patter on the linoleum of the outer office and the Managing Editor stood on the threshold. He wore a hat of banana colored straw, a linen duster trimmed with car-fur, and his stockingless-feet were clad in rubbers.
It took one hundred years to subdue the proud spirit of this reckless class and bring them to the abject and reasonable state in which they are now found on most of the leading journals.
This appiration represented a remarkable revolution.
The Managing Editor removed the sad straw hat and asked the pleasure of the B. M.
"Do you hear that noise in the outer office?" asked the B. M. "Those are advertisers in line waiting a chance to get their announcements in the paper. See that you keep down the editorial matter to-day. Confine yourself to half a column, and let that be in praise of the Gaãoo's contemporaries as advertising mediums. We must do something to stop this rush of business. Make it brief. This will give you more time to help the pressman wash the rollers."
With a dejected air the Managing Editor left the doorway, sighing for the good old times of a hundred years ago when the Managing Editor was looked up to by everybody but the Religious Editor, and even gathered an occasional segar.
Again the B. M. touched a button
Again the gentleman with the agate elieek (14 lines to the inch) appeared at the door.
"Here is a letter," said the B. M. "trom Messrs. Dood little & Swearmuteh. Carry it to the compositor."
In these days a paper only requires the services of one compositor, and he is so called only by courtsey.
With the aid of modern machinery, composition is reduced to wonderful simplicity. The compositor shovels the type from a pile on the floor into a great hopper. Into an adjoining hopper the City Editor, with an old fashioned four-tine pitch fork, tosses in the heterogeneous copy. At the other end of the machine the type emerges, proof-read in galleys."
"Carry this to the compositor" pursued the B.M. "and call his attention to the fact that this is the second time this concern has complained about their advertisement being placed at the top of the column next to reading matter. We must try and avoid giving good advertisers such positions"
As he turned to the desk the B. M's eye caught the face of the electric clock (with burglar alarm, lunch bell and Wagner opera attachment.)
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed.
"I have been at this beastly office over three quarters of an hour. I must be off at once or the next thing you know this grasping company will be wanting me to work an hour a day."
He touched the button and thundered to the chief clerk:
"Order my balloon at once!" The Newspaper Record.
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Mont DeCamp came in last Tuesday with the Emporia delegation
John Prescott, '87, of Topeka, came down Monday to attend the Phi Psi banquet.
Miss May Webster is quite ill, and it is feared that she will be unable to take her part in "The Little American Lord."
Miss Lilly McMillan is visiting in Kansas City; The guest of Miss Matie Slavens.
Prof Hopkins drilled the class in elocation for the first time Tuesday afternoon.
Miss Edith Hawkins has been visiting her sister for the past week.
Amos H. Plunt, who was the guest of Mr. Kellogg, of the Journal, returned to his home in Emporia Friday.
Frank Merriam entertained his two brothers last week.
Miss Mamie Tisdale is reported quite ill.
Miss Sid Dailey spent several days in Kansas City recently.
Jim Challis and Lou Poehler are polishing up their guns for the spring campaign.
Caywood, '89, visited old friends recently.
Mr. Smith, of the Emporia high school, took in the contest.
Miss Street and other lady friends from Bethany, visited Miss Daisy Bennett last Saturday.
Dr. Simmer, an old Bakerite, came down from Topeka Friday, to yell for Hill.
Dent Hogeboom, of Topeka, and Charley Johnson of Atchison, were guests of the Phi Gam boys during the contest.
Walter J. Sears is and has been holding for some time a reportorial position on the Lawrence Tribune Journal. This will account in some instances, for the similarity of the COURIER'S local matter with that of the above papers
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