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the role of "Old Uncle Joslin" is sufficient to pack the house. Everybody knows the play and its author and Interpreter Charles L. Davis. It has been a marvelous success, and made a vast fortune for him. This is owing not only to the great executive ability displayed in its management, but to the fact that the simple story, laughable incidents and sensational and pathetic features appeal directly to the masses.
Mr. Davis, as Uncle Alvin Joslin, the quaint old Yankee farmer, is a characterization of the typical down east hayseed, which, as a piece of character acting, is a revelation. 'To speak of Mr. Davis' effective impersonation of Joslin would be but to cover old ground, for his acting has been enjoyed in this city on numerous occasions. Seats are now on sale.
Law School Notes.
Prof. Green was not able to meet his classes Monday.
The Seniors met Friday and elected the following officers for the ensuing year: President, L. A. Parke; Vice President, Mrs. Mary Phillips; Secretary, E. R. Evans; Treasurer, J. A. Orr; Executive Committee, Harman, Humphry, Melvin and Morgan.
J. E. Blake, who has just completed a term of enlistment in the regular army at Fort Leavenworth, entered the Law School last Tuesday.
C. H. Galvin, of Rich Hill, Mo., enrolled Thursday.
The Juniors, believing that only by organization could they be secure from the attacks of pedantic Seniors, held an enthusiastic meeting Monday morning, completed an organization and elected the following officers: President, J. L. Cramer; Vice President, W. Wheeler; Secretary, Johnson; Treasurer, Mulholland; Executive Committee, Winter, Hogan and Kerrigan.
A committee of three, Bennett, Means and Wulfkuher, were appointed to draft and report a constitution.
Prentiss was badly used in the University High-school foot ball game Saturday.
There are three Bennetts in the Law School. They are designated as Senior Bennett, Mustasche Bennett, and No-mustache Bennett.
Prof. Brownell taught Prof Green's classes Monday and Tuesday.
LITERARY.
How Dick Paid His Debt.
Everybody knew Dick, at least everybody who ever frequented the wharf. Every day, rain or shine, Dick was at the wharf for every boat, waiting to carry luggage, run errands, or do anything by which he could make a little money. His "carry your grip, Mister?" was familiar to everybody, and he earned many a dime from those who always carried their own luggage at other times.
Dick was a typical street gamin, who lived alone with his mother way up on the last floor of a crowded tenement house.
His mother was a cripple, and was able to do scarcely anything to help Dick keep up the household, except a little sewing now and then.
Cares and responsibilities had given to the boy's face a look of earnestness that a man gets when he lingers in the graver affairs of later life. His big brown eyes were sharp and piercing, and his actions were reserved and quiet, except when the boys all went in swimming when they were waiting for the boats to come in. Then all the quietness left him, and he became as free and full of fun as any of them. He used to tell the men that he had "rather swim 'an eat."
One day Dick was not at his post for the first boat, and the others remarked that something must be the matter, for he had never missed a boat before. When the time for the second boat arrived, Dick came slowly down the pier, with an earnest expression in his face. He said very little in answer to the questions asked him, except that "the old woman was sick."
As the crowd of passengers came onto the landing, Dick took the grip of an elderly man, who soon noticed his serious expression and asked :
"Why what's the matter Dick? Something gone wrong?"
Dick looked up into the kind face, and seemed as if struck by a new thought. He drew the gentleman aside from the crowd, and said:
"Doctor, I want to talk to you a minute.