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lin, Neb.; Bishop Vincent, of Topeka; Rev. Everest, of Hutchinson; J. K. Cubbison, of Kansas City, Kansas, and J. E. Cunningham, of Osage City.
Alternates on Delivery. Chester I. Long, of Medicine Lodge; Rev.Foulks, of Salina; Rev. Swensson, of Bethany College, Linsbourg; Willis Gleed, of Topeka; E.N. Morrill, of Hiawatha, and Jno.C. Sheridan, of Paola.
Law School Notes.
Humphrey conducted a case before Judge Benson a short time ago.
Refer any knotty legal questions to the Juniors, everything settled by popular vote, the majority rules.
The Junior Class buys books for its members. Through their executive committee they get much better rates than any of the local dealers will make.
J. W. Hicks, who entered school last week, has been summoned to Denver as witness in a case pending in the courts there. Proceedings were suspended for one week, awaiting his arrival.
The first number offered by the University Lecture Bureau will be given next Saturday night, December 2, at the opera house. The attraction is Henry Watterson, the noted orator, who will take for his subject "The Compromises of Life."
Last Saturday's games: Yale 6, Harvard o; Columbia 24, Pastime Athletic of St. Louis 12; Union 39, Rochester o; Lehigh 34, U. of N.C. o; D. A. C. 30, School of Mines 12; U. of Va. 22, Va. Military Ac. o; Cleveland Athletic o, Detroit Athletic o; Purdue 36, U. of Ill. 26; Beloit High School 24, Minneapolis H. S. 4.
"Mandy, what building's this?"
"Lectricity, pap. They burn lights in here an have muchines that shock you. Reckon we'd better go in?"
I was almost asleep, when I thought I heard a distant rifle shot. I was not certain, for the thunder was rumbling and grumbling, as if angry at something; and now and then the lightning would flash over on the horizon, threatening a storm before daylight came. But the very idea that possibly there might be someone out on that lonely prairie besides myself, made me feel anything but glad, fot it was scarcely possible that, if there was anyone out, they were on a mere pleasure excursion.
LITERARY.
A Prairie Ride.
(Striding forward)—"Kas. Can't shock us wuss than some o' the things did in that doggone Art Palace!"—Chicago Tribune.
I was riding one night some years ago over the prairies of the Indian Territory. I was the bearer of a dispatch to Fort Still, from an officer who was stationed way up on the Cimmeron River to watch the actions of a new "batch" of Apache Indians, who seemed a little restless in their new home. I had been out for over twenty-four hours, in the saddle all of the time, with the exception of a half hour that I had stopped to let my sturdy little pony eat and drink.
I was riding through a reservation, whose holders had been somewhat uneasy of late, and who had a bad name for treachery. It was said that several travelers going through their country alone, had been set upon and murdered.
I was very tired, and could hardly keep the saddle; and several times caught myself falling asleep, but would rouse myself and brace up again, in order to keep up until I reached my destination.
I stopped my horse and listened, and from far back on the trail there seemed to come the faint sounds of fast beating horses hoofs. I knew that it was of little use to try to urge my poor, worn-out pony to a faster gait, and made up my mind that I would simply ride on and let come what would, for I thought that I would be able to give a good account of at least one or two of my pursuers.
The night grew worse. The clouds went