THE UNIVERSITY COURIER.
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The Hotel Viscount.
You might go a long way and not find an aggregation of young men who are as happy endowed with accomplishments as the "dirty eight" who shove their shapely limbs under the Mahogany at Ex-Senator H B. Kelly's residence, corner of Berkley and Tennessee. The place has been appropriately named. "The Hotel Viscount." To tell of all of the accomplishments of these gentlemen, would require volumes, so a brief mention only, can here be made.
To begin with, there is Charlie Williams. Charlie is a law student. That doesn't signify much, but it is true nevertheless that he is a close student and he furnishes legal opinions to the table at reduced rates. Charlie has also a very warm heart—especially for the ladies. His partner in law, Joe Welch has the latter characteristic, and he has been duffed, 'the lover.' Joe is the meanest josher in the whole crowd. His favorite expression is, "They can't get the best of me, etc."
Al Horton received the nickname of "skinny" when he entered the University and it sticks to him closer than "feathers" on a duck. His particular accomplishment is the rendition of that beautiful ballad, "When Summer Comes Again."
A few days ago he sent his plate back for some—well "Skinny" asked for chicken, but the others said it was a turkey.
William Lyon, or as some call him, Clay. is an unassuming fellow, whose great delight is in singing, every evening, that beautiful Serenade. "Good Night. Good Night. Beloved"
He is also made use of to pass the jelly from Welch to Morgan, and vica versa, about thirteen times each meal.
Although Will Ogg is rather under the usual size, he is nevertheless a very affable fellow. Some have thought that he would go into the clothing business, and some even thought that he might be a jeweler, but he stoutly maintains that he will not engage in either occupation. He and Horton settle all disputes in chemical or pharmaceutical questions.
George Penfield, with the pleading brown eyes, long tailed coat and witty replies, is the Beau Brummel of the establishment His forte is in collecting billiard table dues from his Phi Gam brothers. It is said that
he talks about that billiard table in his sleep
Lawrence Chamberlain occupies a position at the table directly opposite Horton and compels him, by a dexterous under-kick, to laugh at his funny puns. His associates say that he is a shark, but that fact has not been clearly proven as yet. The only instance that would tend to establish such a reputation occurred when he tried to get a rebate in his board by returning misused tooth-picks.
At last but not least is the blue eyed Jacque Morgan. He needs no introduction to the anxious public. He has learned to sing "Irene," and the "Holy City." His next effort, he says, will be to learn "O' Mollie, O." Jacque conducts the exercises in the "Music room" every evening. The museum which Morgan and Welch have placed in their room is worth a visit to Lawrence to see.
Questions of great moment are settled at the Board, as are also deep schemes laid for the subjection of the offensive, the securing of relics and the advancement of the human race. Music, oratory and "study" are the diversions of these young men of the Hotel Viscount
Gomer Themas and George Hale went hunting last week.
Sam Usher's "petrified lizard story" created quite a stir in the pharmacy class.
Alfred Frost often spends nearly a whole day visiting Chamberlain and Horton. The latter have lately changed their rooming place.
Prof. F. W. Blackmar has an excellent article in the March Forum on some profit sharing institutions in the east which he visited during the holidays.
The earnest economists trudged up the hill to the library on Monday evening to make researches into the great field of economic subjects. It was a pretty sight to see so many young minds bent on learning useful things. But the fates seemed to be against them, for the only lamp was rendered useless by the breaking of the chimney. Thus hardly five minutes of economic pleasure was enjoyed, before the assembly broke up and returned homeward