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REMINISCENCES. [For the Courier.]
URIER.
One of the queer anomalies on this mundane potato hill of ours (and I claim no whit of originality), is that the bug which has gained the summit after the hardest tumbles, shows the least sympathy or charity for others crawling up under like difficulties. The religious sect, freed from persecution, becomes the worst persecutor. The man who served the toughest apprenticeship is the sternest master. The school director who in earlier days taught school at starvation wages, is invariably the one member of the board who believes in grinding down salaries. The damsel who by some caprice of fortune is suddenly elevated from scanty calico to sumptuous silks, takes delight in trampling on her old associates in poverty.
So it goes. The exceptions to the rule are rare. I am reminded of an exception by reading in a late Corrier that Prof. Carruth will procure household situations for such young ladies as may wish to earn their way while attending the University. No one has done as much for the poor student as Prof. Carruth. According to rule, he should have done the least. I would expose myself to rebuke for impertinence should I venture on the hardships that have marked his career. Suffice to say, no boy ever has or ever will earn his education midst more bitter circumstances than did he.
My acquaintance with Prof. Carruth began while he was a tutor in the University. The older boys called him "Will" and "Carruth," under the privileged right of every fellow to call his old classmates by their plain, straight names. He was from the Canfield mould, along with the Gleed boys. Some boys are the product of the whole University. Others are patterned and run out in a single class-room. Prof. Miller has turned out his Riffles and his Templin; Prof. Robinson has his Sterling; Prof. Stevens tutelage developed Brewster and Seaton and Linley; Prof. Williams points with pride to Clarke and McLaren; Prof. Snow is seen in Gaumer and Dyche and Brown. But to return to my topic: Prof. Carruth, as I said, was moulded in the class-room of Prof. Carfield—independent in political action, free trade, of socialistic tendencies, fond of history and given to original research; besides having that terrific energy and aptitude for the toughest kind of work which distinguished his preceptor. Outside the department of political economy, history and English literature (for in those days Prof. Canfield's jurisdiction was broad and penetrating as his jokes). Prof. Carruth was not a little influenced in his scholarly as well as sentimental pursuits, by the professor of German, Miss Frances Schlegel. If any one of the new workers in Oread's grainary has any curiosity on the subject, he might stop in and ask Mrs. Carruth about it. At any rate, Prof. Carruth's devotion to the German language, literature, history and art, have made him as much a German as "Deutscher geboren."
Prof. Carruth has come into closer contact with the students than any other member of the faculty. He has mingled with them in the literary society, joined them in their sports,
Taking the ordinary view of affairs, Prof. Carruth has made a great mistake in choosing his profession; for opportunities have been offered him in other vocations, with better salary and higher position. He is one of the few mortals who believes that life was made for living, and not for money making.
The new student has enough to suffer for his verdancy, gracious nows! But for his verdancy, gracious nows! But this inquisson to which he was formerly subjected—"the faculty reception—" was too severe a penalty. It has passed, thank heaven! Mayhap my old friends will not thank me for calling up such bitter memories. Nevertheless, I think it is inclement to the present generation to have them appreciate the immaturities they enjoy. The "faculty reception," as the trap was called, was ostensibly for the purpose of getting old and new students acquainted. On this occasion, every door in the University was thrown wide open and every gas jet set flaring. The faculty would back up and range themselves against the chapel rostrum, whither the latest swarm of students, mainly Preps., would come to be presented and pump hands with the literary sachems. The professors wished their new acquaintances in Hades, and this genial feeling was heartily reciprocated. Even at a mineral something occasionally happens to divert us from our sorrow. Whatever might have added a gleam of merriment to the doleful faculty reception, was blasted by the infuriting din of fiddlers and tooters on the rostrum, who sawed their screeching strings and frightened the walls under the fiction that they were making music. And the promenade! Oh, natted memory! The promenade consisted in elbowing one's way through the jammed corridors to one end of the building, and then twisting around and back through the chapel to the other end. Nothing could possibly be more conducive to mirth than drudging through Prof. Snow's dissecting room between walls of piecled vermin, the skeleton beering down on you from the corner, and the managing shark ready for a dive. A fellow who could talk sentiment or make love in such surroundings, would take a girl to a graveyard to propose. However dampening may have been the sickening smell and ghastly sights of the natural history laboratories on youthful spirits, they were grand incentives to sprightly conversation in comparison with the naked subjects of the Greek and Latin rooms at the other end of the march. The fellow who with fair lady on arm has once strolled through the flying "Mercuries" and indiscreet "Quoil Throwers" and decollette "Payche," appreciates what a perilous business it is.
The first faculty reception I attended is vividly remembered. It was there I was introduced to several
hundred of Jayhawker collegians, not a dozen of whom I could recall in face or name next morning. Miss McGee, now Mrs. Geo, Gaumer, was there, and noted from the others by her rich and elegant party attire, the train with its laced edges extending several meters to the rear. Alas, for human vanity! The fashionable train was never built for faculty receptions, where awkward Preps shamble and josile and stumble. Before the evening had half disappeared the silken train bore a pleasing resemblance to the flags which are brought out on Decoration day riddled and stained by four years duty midst whistling rifle balls and cannon shot.
Yet the one of all to whom the faculty reception must bring saddest thoughts, is Fred Stocks, I trow. Poor Fred! I trust the Courier managers will not send him a copy of his number, for I would not harrow its mind by the painful memories of hat direful eve. Fred was one of he University's truest gentlemen; a scholar of refined tastes and politest deportment. It was the custom in his faculty reception to swap partners—beg pardon! I mean exchange adies—whenever receiving an introduction. By some mischance, Fred early got on his arm a specimen of rural maidenhood fresh from the pastoral regions of Sedan (Kansas). The brilliant hue of her checks was variegated by numerous freckles of palpable dimensions, bespeaking the salurious climate of Chataquua county. The drapery, late from the cahcooms of Lowell, fell about her in the same graceful folds that it would about a bean pole. Her carriage was in pleasing harmony with that of the ovine creation, and she clung to Fred's arm and shoulder blade with a sort of "till death us do part" grip. Fred introduced her to this one and that one of his stylish friends, but far from relieving him of his charge, they hastily bowed and skipped away. Sinbad of old had to carry the "Old Man of the Sea" constantly on his back; but he never endured the worse fate of a blooming Chataquua county maid fastened on his arm. Fred was ready to drop, when he spied his room-mate, Spangler, with a pretty damsel in a snug corner. Here was his chance! Spangler saw him coming, but it was too late to escape. Stocks had him cornered. "Miss ___, my friend Mr. Spangler. I believe according to the code of the evening, it will be proper for us to exchange," said Fred, beamingly. "Not much'ce this time!" exclaimed Spangler with a broad grin, diving off to the side with his handsome partner, Stocks' last straw had floated by. He might have taken Sinbad's plan, and made her drunk, but unluckily Fred didn't carry ardent spirits. So he had her grappled to his coat sleeve the whole blessed evening. When the reception broke up, and Fred got home, he took down the favorite Webster and swore him a mighty oath that he would never attend another faculty reception so long as he lived —no, never!
The young men of Lawrence have organized a young mens' Republican club, with E. C. Little as president, and W. Y. Morgan secrety.
SMITH.
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