The Courier=Review.
Vol. I.
LAWRENCE, KANS., DECEMBER 14, 1894.
No.10.
The Courier-Review is published every Friday during collegiate year by the Courier-Review Publishing Co.
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Address all communications and contributions to the editor-in-chief; all business communications to the business manager, and subscriptions to the circulator, Lawrence, Kansas.
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JAS. H. PATTEN, Editor-in-Chief.
JACK MORGAN, Local Editor.
DAISY ORTON,
EDITH CLARK,
Literary Editors.
J. O. SHIRAS,Athletic Editor.
C. W. L. ARMOUR, Exchange Editor.
ADELIA HUMPHREY,Society Editor.
CLYDE W. MILLER, Managing Editor.
JAMES OWEN, Business Manager.
LAWRENCE CHAMBERLAIN, Circulator.
WE STUDENTS are socially inactive; and in society, denial and excess are equally harmful. It is true that we come here but for an education, and cannot be too persistent in our purpose to acquire a thorough one; but if "brains tell" and "hearts win," develop both heart and brain. Versatility is an admirable quality; broad-mindedness is a virtue. The one generally inculcates the other. A certain amount of pleasure is natural, from which we venture the deduction that undue application is abnormal. Of course, in venturing this assertion, we assume that close study is not genuine pleasure, although its results are usually gratifying. Granting the importance of pleasure in acquiring a liberal education, do you not feel the justness of our cry for stronger social ties
and more events in University society? As fellow students, we are under certain obligations to eachother, to our class and school; and congeniality is the best and surest way of letting anyone know how friendly we feel toward him. As a certain degree of conventionality is more impressive and practical than a wholesale amount of informal greeting and well-wishing, so should we estimate the comparative importance of our social usages and our dances or receptions.
Yes, I am one of those people who line up every Sunday for their weekly sacrilegious rush at the poor mail carriers. Some are there for sweet and tender notes from white and pretty hands; some are there because they are looking for a gold watch, or a diamond pin, which was to be sent on the receipt of a correctly solved puzzle, accompanied by fifteen cents. These same people may be seeking word from father or mother (lonesome Freshmen mostly); still others are seeking letters containing checks (these individuals are Seniors). The study of facial expression is a splendid one here. The fellow who, instead of a draft, gets a friendly letter from mother assuring him that the folks are all well, and hoping he is no worse, is a good subject to contrast with the fellow who gets a letter from the girl at home, and who steals away with the missive in much the same manner as a selfish boy who feels that other boys are going to beg his stick of candy. The fellow who begins to suspect that he has been fooled, in plain American, on the watch and diamond ring deal, may ultimately be very fresh with certain portions of the sacred vocabulary, but it is ten to one that he administers reproof to himself privately and says nothing while in the post-office.