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A REVERIE.
An Old Student Dreams of the Balmy Days When He Worshiped at the Altar of K. S. U.
DEAR COURIER
In my lonely bachelor den I am sitting to-night before the blazing fire and as I whiff at my fragrant Havanna I look over the mail accumulated during my absence of one month. As the familiar heading of the COURIER meets my eye I seize it to learn of the spot where 'life was abundant, and busy, and gay', and to where memory now will often turn. A name well known in the old time sends me whirling back to Oread's heights, and I see myself a fatherless boy, awaiting my turn to interview the Chancellor, the kindly, genial Dr. Marvin. Days and months pass and amid all the stir and bustle of college life I find myself forming estimates of character that years have only strengthened.
In this number I am reminded of one Hallowe'en, when with Jenks, Curry, Spangler and Cook—no I must be wrong, it could not be that they went out that night and tore up sidewalks, serenaded the Profs. and then burned Steinberg's sign? What a night that was, and what a jolly row afterwards! Fourteen names given to the 'King Clothier by——Whom? And never a one of them had a hand, foot or voice in the affair. You ask, do I know who did? Most certainly I do, and would not your "grave and reverend" professors stare if I would tell all I do know? But there's little danger schoolmates mine; I'll not give the thing away to-night. Dear old Alma Mater,
Only a little more dingy with spots of rust and mold
Her face toward the eastern hills, her back to the western gales. The dear old pile smiles kindly, acrosss the intervals;
On painted roof and gable—still she welcomes, as of old.
I wander through the corridors, and ever there seems to be,
A throng of laughing faces, gliding noiselessly.
They lurk in the spacious chapel,
they loiter upon the stair;
Pale shades of happy by-gones,
meet me everywhere.
Just there I pass Leach with his handsome, conscious face; over there Dart with a fair maid is looking serenely happy; Findley is gloomily trying to solve the problem of the soul's salvation, and there is Tucker full of honest doubts. Hutchings with brain fertile of schemes is earnestly gesticulating to Sullivan, while Clark poses for an ingenious Y. M. C. A. man. Down the hall Gilmore
and Crane, as "Damon and Pythias" are yielding to the sway of gentle hands and rosy lips. Here comes dear old Dean,
Steadfast friend,
Who never didst my heart of life
misknow, nor other's faults too
keenly apprehend," what "noble
longings for strife" he cherished
but the frail form could not bear
the brunt of lites storms, and now
he sleeps well, safely shrined in
the hearts that loved him.
Scores of "bonnie lassies" that make the blood flow fast go gliding by, some are sedate matrons now where we are ever welcome at their firesides but, for others, the tumult and endeavor of life have passed them by; the storm and the whirlwind of passion vex them no more, and the passionate eyes with all their sweetness are hidden under the violets and the waving grass.
A look backward this season will inevitably be sad, despite the jolly times we used to have on Oread. Ten years or even less, will have worked many changes and yet who would forget? Who would wish to be forgotten? The midnight bells roll out the hour, and I am reminded that my cigar has died out, and with a sigh to the days that were I took again upon my paper to find that "next week comes Christmas," and I know already that "tales have the time of age and chronicles of Eld" have lost their charm. Your eager young souls are counting the hours, and your lips singing "Home sweet Home." You care not for retrospective vaporings of a bachelor for, "when time is flown, 'how it fled it is better neither to ask or tell. Leave the dead moments to bury their dead.'"
As I look from my casement over the snowy earth I see the same old stars with their twinkling eyes that I oft have watched on Oread hill.; the same soft moonlight silvers the walls that makes night radiant about me, and I feel sure that the same kind Heaven bends over us all
A merry, merry Christmas to all old schoolmates wherever they be, and to the new, for the same bond unites us.
Information has been recently recently received giving the "conditional whereabouts" of Prof. Dyche. He writes from British Columbia and reports he and his company well and happy. He says he will be home shortly after the holiday's. The Faculty and students are glad to hear the good news and wait anxiously to greet and welcome him.
Prof, Dyche All Right.
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INTER-FRATERNITY.
An Able Article That Merits the Consideration of Every Loyal Frat,
An Inter-Fraternity Degree.
BY PROF, W. H. SEARS,
THERE is a growing sentiment among the friends of the University and many of the Alumni that the "college feeling" once so universal at K, S. U., no longer prevails. In the place of this old time fellowship has grown up the intense rivalries and even bitter hostilities of the Greek societies, contending with each other and with the barbarians for political and social prestige.
It is said, and on good authority, that many young men and women of the state are deterred from entering the University because of the close communion exclusiveness that characterizes its social organizations.
And this condition of things has been attributed to the advent of the Greek fraternities.
If this charge be true, is it not about time to call a halt? Would it not be well for fraternity men to seriously consider the situation, and ask themselves, "What can we do to wake from its long Rip Van Winkle sleep the good fellowship, the college feeling of the past?"
Would not the first step in this direction be to endeavor to create an inter-fraternity college feeling or spirit? A spirit that will say "Our Alma Mater first."
All the Greek societies have a common aim and end. It is their highest endeavor to make "all round men" of their members, socially, morally and intellectually; to give aid and encouragement to erring brothers; to lend a helping hand in sickness and distress; and to foster that knightly spirit which makes each one in truth, a Chevalier de Bayard, "sans pour et sans reproche."
If they are all thus animated by these high aims, these noble aspirations, why not extend this brotherly spirit beyond the narrow bounds of the individual fraternity? The difference in fact between the fraternities, lies only in their secret work, their signs grips and pass words.
Would not a sort of Pan-Hellenic or Inter-Fraternity Degree, to which all members of all Fraternities would be elegible, having its own peculiar ritual—would not something of this kind serve to dispel the growing clanishness that characterizes the college fraternities, and bring them closer together on a common ground?
This might be local in its origin, but if it proved a success, it might
become national in its character, embracing all the Greek fraternities in the United States. An interfraternity convention could be held, a ritual adopted, and the interfraternity degree become a fact. It would include in its membership a vast army of college-bred men.
Upon leaving school the Greeks, who had taken the inter-fraternity degree, would be drawn together by a stronger bond of union and good fellowship. The petty rivalries and jealousies that existed at college would be banished, and Greek would meet Greek in interfraternal grip, a universal, united college-brotherhood.
There is already a strong fraternal feeling existing between college men of different fraternities, especially after leaving college.
In support of this, we might give the experiences of many Greeks This feeling would become intensified and strengthened by an inter-fraternity degree.
This degree would also serve as a protection against the impositions of non-fraternity men. At present there is no test that can be applied. Not long since a Greek met a man in Texas who was wearing a fraternity badge. Being of a different fraternity he was enabled to pass as a veritable Greek. Subsequent investigation proved that this man had never belonged to a Greek fraternity.
This degree could be given to each initiate, and also to all the old fraternity men not in college. Some of the leading fraternities have thousands of members. A union of all the fraternities in this degree would swell the number to tens of thousands, rivalling in numbers some of the great secret orders of the country.
Col. Moore on Lord Bacon.
Col. H. L. Moore, the accomplished student of Shakespeare-Bacon history addressed the Phi Pisis and their friends last Tuesday evening on his favorite subject. The speaker gave a delightful sketch of the life and character of of Frances Bacon. He manfully defended him from the slander and injustice of the past. Lord Macaulay was not the least one whose charges against Lord Bacon he labelled as outrageous lies.
Col. Moore is never better than when riding his petted hobby and the audience was delighted with the address.
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GOOD ENOUGH.
St. John and the Kent Club Came out on Top.
In spite of the Faculty's opposition, in spite of the intolerant criticism of the city papers, in spite of the bigoted work of a gang of seedy fanatics, a magnificent audience, filling the opera house to overflowing last Friday evening, gathered to hear ex-Gov. St John discuss the Tariff question.
For almost two hours the Governor held the close attention of the immense audience, handling the interesting question in his usual fearless and eloquent manner. He took the side that the present system was radically wrong in principle and application. He used no gloves, and he struck hard from the shoulder.
No, he didn't exactly fail in showing the injustice and inconsistency of the protectionist's theory. Whether his audience was convinced they were certainly pleased.
It was the happy good luck of a COURIER reporter to meet and talk with the courageous advocate of national reforms. Among other good things, he gave his opinion of the modern lawyer, and, as he was the guest of the Kent Club, the COURIER man noted them down for the benefit of the laws of K. S. U.
His plea for the student was exceptionally fine, showing the fire of the orator and the exalted inspirations of a man.
No; there is plenty of room for young men of push, grit and ambition. This is my advice to every young lawyer: Go where there are lots of people, work hard, be honest and you will succeed,
"Well, sir, my experience has been, that if a man is honest, industrious and studious he will make a success of his calling. So many think that a lawyer has to be a trickster to be successful, but it is not true. If a man comes to you accused of murder or some heinous crime, take his case, but treat it honestly Always secure for your client what the law guarantees to him: A fair and impartial trial. Never pack a jury. The man who would be guilty of such a thing is a shame and disgrace to his profession."
But, Governor isn't the profession over stocked?"
"What are the requisites of a successful lawyer?" asked the COURER.
The Governor is himself a distinguished member of the profession, and his remarks have the weight of experience.
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