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THE WEEKLY UNIVERSITY COURIER.
THE LARGEST COLLEGE JOURNAL CIRCULATION IN THE UNITED STATES.
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For Kansas University Students.
DENTON DUNN,
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R. J. CURDY,
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F. C. GAGE, Chief Administrator,
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University Directory.
PHI GAMMA DELTA—Meets Saturday nights,
No. 715 Mass, 3rd floor.
PHI DELTA THETA—Meets Saturday nights, A. O.
U, W.Hall.
SIGMA CHI- Meets Saturday nights, 2d floor Opera House block.
BETA THIEFA Pt--Meets Saturday nights, at H. S., Tremper's law office.
KAPPA ALHA TRETA—Meets Saturday after noons, No. 17 Mass. St., 3d floor.
SIGMA NU- Meets Saturday nights, I. O. O, F.
block.
1. C—Meets Saturday afternoons at homes of members.
KAPPA KAPPA GAMMA—Meets Saturday after-
noons at homes of members
OREAD LITERARY SOCIETY—Meets Friday afternoon in its hall, University building, south wing, 3d floor. Pres., Denton Dunn; sec'y Ella Ropes.
OROPHILIAN LITERARY SOCIETY—Meets Friday afternoons in its hall, University building, north wing, 3d floor. Pres., J. W. Roberts; see?'y, Miss Churchill.
KENT CLUB, of Law Students—Meets Friday nights in Court House. Pres., J. W. Roberts: sec'y, A. Overton.
PHARMACETICAL SOCIETY—Meets Thursday at $3 in Boot. Sayre's lecture room. J, H
PHILOLOGY—Meets second Friday of the month in Greek lecture room, University building, Philadelphia.
MOOT SENATE--Meets in Orophiil hall every Saturday afternoon, President, John Mush-
COLLEGE BRANCH Y. M. C. A—Pres., F. J.
Gardner; sec'y, L. T. Smith; meets every
Friday night in rooms of city association.
ORATORICAL ASSOCIATION—Pres., E. G. Blair;
sec'y, A. L. M. Board of Directors;
Frank Crowell, Denton Dunn, V. G. Kellogg
COLLEGE BRANCH Y. W, C.A., meets Sunday afternoons at homes of members.
DICKSON DEBATING CLUB—Meets Friday nights, at Court House, Smith Curry, pres. H. White, see'y
LIME KLUN ANTI SECRET, DEBATING CLUB—W
R. Cone, pres; H. Hunt, sec'y.
COOKERCompany—Pres., Denton Dunn; sec'y,
R. J. Curdy.
REVIEW Company—Pres., S. W. shuttlek.
BASK Hall Association—Secy, F. E. Neal.
The Dixon Club meets every Friday evening at the court house. The members are workers and the club is in a flourishing condition. Following is the program for this evening: Declamation, E. M. Muunford; essay, W. W. Russ; extemporaneous, Eugene Shannon; essay, T J. Gilbert; declamation, Smith Curry; debate: Resolved, "That in times of war a monarchial form of government is best," leaders, affirmative, Sullivan; negative, Branine.
The Prizes.
The Prizes.
In another part of the paper will be found the announcement of the prizes for 1887. We are glad to see that they are so many in number, and glad to change our statement of last week and say that there is one prize for essays.
But we do not believe that the conditions for entering the declamation and oratory contests have been laid in the best way. Nor is this our individual opinion merely. In conversation with a number of students we find that there is not general satisfaction with these conditions, and fear lest the number of contestants will, on that account, be small. It is very disagreeable and embarrassing to appear in a preliminary contest before a committee of the faculty. Many students say that they would prefer to be beaten in a public contest than to be excluded in a preliminary one. Moreover the present plan will give an unavoidable publicity to the defeat of the excluded. Which is, to say the least, not pleasant. We believe that the old plan is far better. Let those wishing to enter the contest in oratory, hand in their orations and let the selections be made made from this number. Then appoint for the contest in declamation, those whose marks are the highest in chapel rhetoricals, and who have not been selected for the contest in oratory. In this way a greater number would undoubtedly try for the contest in oratory, as there would be no knowledge on the part of others that they had made the attempt. Pride in all of us is quite strong, and it would not be very pleasant or gratifying to be excluded in a preliminary contest.
Monday night Prof. Canfield closed the tariff debate with a very able address. This debate has attracted wide notice and has drawn out a great deal of ability on both sides. We, however, have no hesitation in saying that Prof. Canfield's address on Monday night was the brightest and best of the whole series. He answered and refuted the arguments of his opponents clearly and forcibly. He also answered various questions which were put to him, proving his statements by facts and statistics. He talked for two hours and a half and held the closest attention of his audience throughout. We do not wish to be partisan in our sympathies, but we honestly think that Prof. Canfield was more than a match for any man on the debate. The Jeffersonian Club is to be congratulated on its enter-
It is asserted upon the best of authority that at a certain house where several popular young ladies room, who are the recipients of more than the usual number of callers, Friday evening,a placard bearing the inscription, "Standing RoomOnly," is hung upon the front door when the parlor is full. This is a good scheme, but another plan has suggested itself to us which is to have the parlor duly platted off and place a plat where seats could be reserved several days beforehand, thus preventing any confusion and the unnecessary, grinding remorse and muffled profanity incident to the present method.
The Dead Fighter
They tell me that old Oread has gone to smithereens; that there remains "none so poor to do her reverence."
I don't propose to write her funeral oration. I dont intend to discuss her demise. She may have been assassinated by the fraternities, prodded to death by the barbs, or hoodooed out of existence by the faculty. She's dead. There's no use buckering over the bones.
I know of a woman whose husband followed a profession, which, however lucrative, did not enjoy the unlimited approbation of his neighbors. These neighbors were very sensitive over the frequent disappearance of their horses, and one morning the lady in question found the sharer of her earthly joys in the public road with a forty-one calibre hole through his body. Horses thereafter enjoyed undisturbed nights, but nought could comfort the disconsolate widow. Over the grave of the dead she erected this strange emblem of her affections: the statue of her husband in his boots, with drawn revolver, and the expressive inscription, "He Died Fighting!"
Such a monument and such an epitaph would be a most fitting tribute to Oread. Oread was born fighting; fought while she had life and fought to death. Without fighting it would not have been Oread.
Well do I remember my first day in old Oread's hall. The fight on that occasion was over the question of a stool for the organist. Miss Mamie Woodward had thumped the flappery keys of the old organ week after week without murmur and without a stool. When Noah Webster devoted his great life to the production of a lexacography, it was without any fixed purpose of utilizing the book as an organ stool; and while every Oread felt in his soul that a dilapidated dictionary on top a measly, rickety chair, was hardly the proper thing for a lady to sit on, nevertheless it would have been infamous to buy a stool without fighting about it.
The next meeting day was given to a fight between the Crusaders and the Saracens. One wanted the society to open with prayers, and the others thought they could fight just as well without prayers as with them. The Saracens were in a majority, the prayers were abolished and the Chaplin went to meet the organist's dictionary.
I can't say in just what order the fights came thereafter. They were of various magnitudes and degrees of intensity. The smaller the subject, the harder the tussel. Herb. Humphrey, who as a natural consequence, afterward developed into a lawyer, was the toughest fighter of the batch, and loved a fight for no other earthly reason than because it was a fight. If after a brisk skirmish he had won the majority of the society to his opinions, he would switch off to the opposite side and increase the turmoil by denouncing his own previous statements.
The Kikkabe fight was one of the most bitter ones. It was over the question of the Oreads' appropriating ten or fifteen dollars to the am-
nual magazine. Kikkabe and Oread are both dead; but inspired by the memory of that battle many a future statesman will buckle up his trousers I mean gird up his loins—and push forward to victory.
The most memorable fight of all was the Ingersoll fight. It spread from Oread to Orophilian, then swept up the non-society students, gathered in the faculty, whirled up the college papers, whiske i in the Lawrence preachers, agitated the State press and almost enveloped the legislature. I might add that a few flies, like the Baldwin Bakery, buzzing on the outside, were caught in the whirlwind. It all began by the Oread committee selecting Bob Ingersoll to deliver the June oration, and the society after a lively scrimmage ratifying it. It threatened to involve the States when the eloquent Bob replied to a letter of the Chancellor begging him not to come by saying that he "did not care to stir the slightest ripple in anybody's theological pond if the owner thereof objected."
The warriors of Oread were many; Meservey and Crowder and Riffle and Young, and dozens of others I might mention, did their names carry any significance to the new generation of students. Dainty expressions, such as "liar" or "fool" occasionally over-stepped decorum, and Marquis of Queensbury rules were now and then substituted for the by-laws.
But with all its fighting, Oread was the society of the University. Ay, fighting made the society. It sharpened tongues, brightened wits, burnished epigram, supplied repartee, strengthened its contestants, armored its warriors and prepared for the battles of life. Oread was a society of youth and beauty, of vigor and intelligence. While the chumps, cudmudgeons and cadavers of other societies were mumbling over musty lore and resurrecting graveyards, Oread was discussing present issues and projecting new enterprises. Her quick blood was ever bubbling at the highest point, or, surcharged with heat, boiling over. She was made up of those who roll the world on its axis,—the "rustlers." They may steal the music from her halls, rip up the dust thickened matting, beat down her rostrum, tear from her walls the busts of her patron saints, Shakespeare, Webster and Lincoln, but the name of Oread will live as dear to her old sons and daughters as in the day of her proudest glory.
College Deviltry.
SMITH.
That is something of which the present generation of K. S. U. students know absolutely nothing. How much mischief has been done by our students in the past three or four years? Mighty little I can tell you. Barring the one night, when thirty brave and noble youths got a rope around Joe Grover's neck and hauled him into the mysteries (?) of Beta Kappa Chi, I do not remember one single instance in which "our boys" went beyond the bounds of propriety. As for that Beta Kappa Chi scrape I can say this: each man therein concerned was braver and more important (in his own estimation) than if
ne had been through the fight at Bull Run, and each man will quit talking of it when the Usher Guards quit telling their Parsons experiences—and that is never.
Poor Joe, it was a hard initiation and then what a bitter disappointment not to be fully initiated.
Life is not so hilarious in K. S. U, as it was in the good old days of Twitchell and Soper and Meservey. Never again will our honored chancellor and regents go to attend a funeral long before the corpse is ready; never again will "Brother Bones" swing from the chapel skylight to the cadence of feminine squeals and trills; Hutchings and Haworth will not pound one another over the head with bootjacks again, for Haworth is a dignified professor, and Hutch is far above standing guard over a body of marauding students attired in calico gowns and sunbonnets.
Ralph Waldo Emerson Twitchell, what a flood of recollections that name brings back to me. As I remember him now "Twitch" was the ideal college boy (that we read about). Handsome, smart, pleasant, full of fun, he was a popular leader among the students. I fear much that the faculty voted him a depraved scalawag. He did often cause the hair on the professional head to raise in horror at some wild prank or other and then he was absolutely irrepressible. He is married now and a good citizen, none the worse for his fun I will wager.
There was a host of other good fellows here in the days gone by, who did not spend all their spare moments on the girls, but who managed to keep fun going; they are scattered to the winds now, but they will not be forgotten by those who knew them. Butler, Soper, Beardslee, Dana Lawrence, Ed Meservey with glasses, and hair which would no more lie down than bristles on a caterpillar, and a host of others. They have all gone and their places are filled by fellows just as good, maybe, but not college men as much as frat men. No spirit of college loyalty exists now. Each frat stands alone always distrustful of all its neighbors and never willing to acknowledge the good qualities of a man in a rival frat. All the latent energy now goes to getting "honors" for a frat brother and not to having real jolly good times. The so-called college deviltry did no harm—not a bit. Our school always was free from the evils of hazing as practiced by eastern college men and the gradual dying out of anything which tends to build up college spirit is to be regretted.
College "deviltry" tended to build up college spirit—it worked to strengthen college friendships and these help to endear old alma mater to the student.
WILL C. U. LATER.
Quite an amusing incident happened in the clerk's room this week. A prep rushed into the office and inquired for the telephone. After he had rung the bell, the clerk hearing an uncommon noise, on investigation found the beautiful prep endeavoring to break the top off the transmitter. And deploringly asked the clerk to unlock that thing so he could get at its mouth to talk.
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