The University Courier.
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Law School Notes.
Mr. Norton spent Sunday in Newton.
Most of the boys went home to spend Thanksgiving.
The Seniors are having night classes during the court session.
Mrs Ella W. Brown, '91, of Holton, visited North College last week.
Judge Norton will lecture at the Court House Saturday evening at 8 o'clock.
Thomas has been on the sick list for several days, but is able to be out again.
Several of the Seniors have conducted causes in Judge Benson's Court the present term.
Kent Club sat on a moot court Saturday morning and reversed several of Judge Benson's decisions.
C. L. Hogin, of Kansas City, spent the Thanksgiving vacation with his brother—John, in Lawrence.
Announcement.
The University Lecture Bureau regrets the necessity of reporting to the students whom it represents, that it finds it impossible to carry out the course which it had arranged. It used its best efforts to secure speakers, artists, and companies of the best standing, and was able to offer a course which it felt to be of exceptional excellence. The expense involved was something more than one thousand dollars. The total number of tickets sold has been about one hundred and seventy-five, yielding less than three hundred and fifty dollars. It is plain that there is not a sufficient demand among the student body which it aims to serve to warrant the Bureau in going on with its work in the face of the certain large deficit
A. G. CANFIELD,
E. M. HOPKINS,
C. F. HUMPHREY.
She was a widow stern and spry,
And brimming with lots of fight,
She married a little man five feet high,
And he died from the widow's might. — *Ex.*
LITERARY.
Where He Lies.
The prairie is a lonely place. One can ride for miles and miles, and see no sign of human beings, except possibly an old camp, where the remains of a fire are scattered around, or where trenches have been dug around some tent to keep the water from running under the sleepers.
The sun was gradually reaching its western horizon, and so we, the pony and myself, stopped by the side of a little stream, bordered by stunted black oaks and bushes of the sage brush species. After getting my few things out of the saddle-bags, and starting a fire, I went to the creek to get some water. The sun cast its slanting light through the trees, and made the little nook among the bushes look very quiet and pretty. I had not quite reached the edge of the stream, when my attention was attracted by a little mound under a low spreading tree. Around the mound was a rough fence, made of the branches of a fallen oak, whose trunk was still lying not far from the spot. I stepped toward the mound, for it was rather a strange thing to see on the prairies. As I came closer, I saw that it was a grave, and that there was a rough board standing at the end of it.
It was over such a prairie that I was riding one day in March. The steady gait of my pony was carrying me along at a good rate; and the prairie dogs would sit on the top of their houses and watch me as I came up, until I got too close, when they would dive with a short, funny little bark into their holes, only to reappear and stick their noses out to watch me go by. The gophers would go scurrying through the grass, and dodge down into their underground homes.
The board had been cut from the side board of a wagon, and driven in the ground at the head of the grave. On it was cut in rough letters; "Little Paul."
There in the loneliness of the deserted prairie, under the protecting arms of the stunted tree marked by a simple slab of wood, lay the body
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