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DENT. HOGEROOM,
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Secretary
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UNIVERSITY DIRECTORY
PHI GAMMA DELTA faternity, Meets in the Eldridge House block, third floor.
PHI DELTA THETA, Meets on second floor of Opera House block.
PHIKAPPA Psi, Meets on third floor of Opera House block.
SIGMA NU, Meets in the Eldridge House block, third floor.
SIGMA CHI, Meets on the fourth floor East of the Opera House block.
BETA THETA Pi, Meets on fourth floor of the Opera House block.
KAPPA KAPPA GAMMA, Meets every Saturday afternoon at the homes of members.
KAPPA ALPHA THETA, Meets every Saturday afternoon at the Eldridge House block.
I C. SOROSIS, Meets every Saturday afternoon in homes of members.
OUATORICAL ASSOCIATION: J. A. Prescott, President; W. H. Brown, Secretary. Ex-cutive Committee: J. A. Mushbrush, V. L. Kellogg, C. E. Street.
BASE BALL ASSOCIATION; Manager, Pro' A. W. Wilcox, Captain of the nine, Charles Vooris.
UNIVERSITY SCIENCE CLUB, Meets in Snow Hall.
PHILOGOLOGICAL CLUB, Meets in room No. 30 every other Friday at 8 p.m.
TENNIS ASSOCIATION; President, F. E. Roed, Secretary, F. H. Kellogg, Treasurer, W. A. Snow.
COURIER COMPANY; President, Dent Hogeboom; Secretary, Ed Estry.
We haven't noticed any articles yet concerning the abolishment of the examination system in the University. What's the matter? Anything wrong?
THERE has been some trouble in the medical department of the University of New York because the faculty refused to promote a certain professor to the class of anatomy, which was vacant. Out of the ninety-one medical students eighty-six resigned in a body, leaving only five stu dents in the department.
The students are plunging into the enjoyments of society with renewed vigor. They seem to be seeking some satisfaction after their efforts during the present examinations. Those who have passed with good grades, and we think there are few that did not, may well rejoice. The term examinations are to many what the snow-topped Alps are to the mountain climber. One cannot fail to notice the decrease in members in some of the preparatory classes. We think, however, that the average standing of the students is much better this year than last, and that the number who "flunked" is even smaller than it has been heretofore, which is saying a great deal.
Christmas in Dixie Land.
Christmas in Dixie Land. About the time that some of my friends in K. S. U. were waxing merry at the weary dragging of Time, I began to change my opinion of Southern girls. No event turns so many good looking girls loose on an unsuspecting innocent community of railroad men, as Christmas vacation. For several days trunks were numerous and the dear girls and dudish boys more so, for all the Texas schools were out, and we happen to be at a place where nearly everyone has to change cars to get anywhere he or she wants to go—Yes, not only has to change but also to wait about three or four hours. We had some nice chances to gaze on the girls, and in some instances wickedly got acquainted and had pleasant chats with the better looking ones.
On the evening of the 24th of December I found that I had a little work to do in the Western part of the State, so at 8 p. m. I got into a delapidated old chair car, which is now doing good service as a first-class car, its days of usefulness as a smoker being over in the North
Before leaving here I noticed that the natives had commenced celebrating. On the way I found that the celebation was general. At each station, as the train slowed up, it was saluted with volleys of revolver shots and yells—good old "Reb" yells, and the population on the cars was increased by the "boys" in top boots and broad-brimmed hats, who were going home to the folks. Sleep was impossible until near midnight when rain drove the noisily inclined into the saloons.
At dawn I found myself in the depot at San Angelo. A driving rain was falling—no show of getting to town but one muddy old "bus", which was filled to over flowing. A fight on the platform and a couple of shots from one of the pugilists made room in the bus and I got in and rode to town.
Some counties in the South are named after citizens, and, lest the man be forgotten, his whole name is given. San Angelo is the county seat of Tom Green County, the largest county (in territory, not population) in Texas. It is in the extreme Western part of the State on the Concho river. By noon on Christmas day I had "taken in the town."
Angelo is quite a pretty place, on level plains. The Court House is a handsome building of modern style. A large number of good business buildings and neat residences give it he air of a Northern city, in some quarters. A sudden turn from the main street brought me into the Mexican quarter. Low adobe houses and swarms of swarthy, dark-eyed children; men who looked, every inch of them, brigands; handsome young women, ugly old ones; such are the Mexicans. Dirty and ignorant, and far from being good citizens of the Republic.
It seems to me as I look over the town, that it was the ambition of every man to be drunk. Fights were in progress everywhere in front
of the saloons. Crackers were being shot by the small boys, revolvers by larger ones and all in all it was far from such a Christmas as I enjoy or am accustomed to. No one seems to recall the reason for celebrating the day. If it had any more sacred meaning for any, than that it was a holiday—those few stayed at home, and left the town to the revellers.
In the afternoon, after a big dinner, and a good one, too, I went to old Fort Concho. The change was marvelous. The old military post was quiet as the grave. The sentinels paced slowly on their beats and one gray-haired Lieutenant was busy counting the boards on his veranda. The only break in the silence was the sweet music of the band. Fort Concho has been nearly deserted, but at one time it was an important post. Its buildings are extensive and substantially built of native stone. The officers quarters are quite handsome old buildings of the style of years gone by. I do not think that life would be very pleasant there on account of the extreme quiet and monotony. Still, such is army life at its best. The day wore on all too quickly, and I hardly realized that one more Christmas was past.
On the morning of the 26th I started back and had a whole day on the train. I was enabled to see a good deal of the State in my three hundred miles ride. The Western half is quite mountainous. After crossing the Colorado river the country is beautiful; for miles we ran down the valley, or rather along the edge of the hills in full view of the valley. The country is dotted with clumps of trees, whose bright green foliage little betoken winter.
Passing several live towns we entered a country which will never amount to much except for grazing. Rocks everywhere—rocks, scrub oak and cactus, principally cactus. The line here is marked by dead cattle. Texas cattle have a penchant for crossing the track in front of engines, a fact which often brings them to grief.
At Lampasas Springs, we began to find heavy timber, and along the Leon Valley could be seen mile after mile of heavy forest. Large oak and cypress trees, festooned with long moss, here and there a smooth boled sycamore, and then clumps of pine. A Southern forest is certainly very beautiful to ride through after a road is built, but undoubtedly a source of much profanity to the builders. At last we began to near home, and my Christmas jaunt was ended. On the whole I can say of Western Texas, that whatever its future, it is beautiful to look at. As a grazing country it is, and always will be good; but not much of the land will be open to agriculture for a long while. There is too much good land elsewhere, and the fineries of this State are too tempting for many men of means to settle here with a view to agriculture. The only hope of these Southern States is in being settled by men who have Northern money and Northern energy. Oh! whisper it not here, that I hold such views. I am a Northern "Yank" now, and am blacklisted already. I would be ordered out for such a sentiment. Such, however, is the fact. The class of people who settle a new country need to have energy, pluck, endurance. These the Southern people lack. If we ever have a progressive State here, it will be because it is made by brainy men from the far North. I do not believe in maintaining the old ante-bellum lines. Let us all work to prove a nation with a big N. But we must have a mixture. This State is fifty years behind in matters o education, religion, politics, business. It is big enough and fertile enought for a great nation. I hope that the day will come when the farmers and the merchants will take the place of the greaser, the cowboy and the whisky vender. Then the Sunny South will be worth seeing, and the pilgrim need not carry a six shooter as a pocket companion. There are civilized places here, good cities and good counting districts, but alas! there is too much ruffianism left, so much that it taints the name of the State. Some day, however, this will be changed. Then the "Lone Star" State will be bright and glorious light in our national galaxy.
R. E. HENRY.
Pharmacy Notes.
The Pharmacy department now has three young ladies enrolled. More than any other Pharmacy school in the United States. It is an assumed fact that more white shirts, collars and cuffs will be worn by students in that department in the future than heretofore.
Many of the junior Pharmacy proved themselves not of Roman descent in Prof Bobinson's latest quiz on Latin.
The first term exams have passed away and now the drug apprentices will collect their worldly possessions into a bandans and seek economy, knowledge and industry in the most quiet retreats of Lawrence. They will be wanted again in June.
The freshman Chemistry class have invaded the sacred precincts of Pharmacy headquarters.
Webb is "phuny" editor on the Times,
The Pharmaceutical society meets this afternoon. Election of officers is the order of the day.
Watch.for the plug hats!
Did you "flunk"?
Oh yes, all the examinations were ensy.
easy.
The latest addition to the library is the first volume of the new dictionary, containing all words commencing with the letters A and B.
Some of the young ladies are indebted to the liberality and kindness of heart of the Times officers for little souvenirs in the shape of shares of stock in that organ. We presume that these are some of the "shares not taken which will be immediately put on sale."
Died
To the barb faction, Edgar Mar-
tindale, aged 10 years, 121 months.
His remains will be interred in the
Sigma Chi cemetery at some near
date. He was most beloved by all
his barb brethren and owing to the
active part he has always taken in
their affairs his place cannot be filled
and the sympathy of all the students
goes out to that much bereaved
society.
Kent Club
A large audience was present at Kent Club last night. The follow- ing program was carried out:
Current Events...Masters
“ Decisions...Russ
Extemporaneous speeches
Willmoth
Lawton
Poehler
Clark
Parliamentary Drill...Pomeroy
Declamation...Power
DEBATE.
Resolved, That Canada should be annexed to the United States:
Affirmative—Eeminster, Lee
Herdman.
Negative—Sherman, Flannelly.
The following is the marking of the different judges on the respective Oratorical contestants.
THACHER.
NORTON.
Thought Comp. Del. Av. Rav.
Street. 100 10 90 96.6 %
Grounded... 90 95 100 9.6 %
Reed. 95 15 100 9.6 %
Mulchbrush. 85 15 100 9.6 %
Brown... 100 100 100 100 %
Street... 98 97 95 95 94 5
Keeley... 97 96 96 96 91% 4
Heath... 98 96 97 97% 3
Brushbush... 96 97 97 97% 3
Silver... 97 97 97 97% 3
LEARNARD.
Street... 90   85   71   81%    3
Kennedy... 75   81   71   81%    3
Reed... 80   70   85   76%    3
Brush... 75   70   85   76%    3
Culver... 70   75   85   75    4
The Phi Psis and their lady friends enjoyed an informal hop in their hall last Wednesday evening. The evening was pleasantly spent in conversation and dancing. Those present were: Misses Anna Barker, Agnes Love, Helen Webbe , Lou Barker, Alice Penfield, of Fairmont, Etta Hadley, Mame Henshaw, Emma White, Gussie Price, Hattie McCague, Nell Griffith, Mame Lyons, Mrs. Miller of Topeka; Messrs. Brewster, Elson, Armstrong, Snow, Chas. Spencer, Swope, Hadley, Robinson, Gilmore, Will Spencer, Shellabarger, Mushursh, Deverell, Wright, Callahan.
The class in Zoology, under Prof. Snow, met for the first time yesterday morning. The class meets at present in the corner room in the Natural History building but it will probably have to meet in the lecture room when all the students who contemplate taking this study come in. The class numbers at present twenty-eight, five young ladies and twenty-three gentlemen. It is composed of a motly crew of Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores, and we may expect great things of a class composed of such material. The text-book in use is Ortons' Comparative Zoology, and before the end of the term Jordon's Manuel of the Vertebrates will be taken up.
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