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was right in giving the Phi Psi boys the honors and the Phi Gams the best girls; he did not make a mistake in what he said of the Sigma Nus; he showed more sense than I thought he had when he ignores the poor Betas, but he gives himself dead away when he comes to talk about Phi Delta Theta. He talks about their grades—that wont wash. They are good boys, and "Herr Most" does want to join them the worst kind, but it wont do to try and stuff us with the Phi grades.
Wh—, I mean "Most," tells about how all the frats rushed some one, and as he tells just how it feels, he leaves us to suppose that he was the victim. May be he was, but I don't see his pin yet.
And now, ye common crowd, stand with uncovered head and listen:
"The University has the sons and daughters of most of the prominent families in the west in attendance, and among the latest arrivals are A. H. Plumb and Fred Funston. Young Plumb, unlike the sons of most great men, is studious, quiet and unassuming, and yet has a certain dignified affability which makes him respected and admired by all." Great Scott! and "where's Funston?" Don't he come under the same head, and ought he not to have some taffy?
The letter is not badly written, but most of the statements are very much overdrawn. The man who wrote it evidently has a favor to ask of—some one—I won't say who. He also proves that he is very "smart Alecky," and a few more letters like that will cause the students to "sit upon" Mr. "Most."
Yours,
S. O. PHOMORE.
REMINISCENCES.
[For the Courier.]
TOPERA, KAN., Sept. 27, 1886.
FRIEND SMITH:—I see by the last Courier you have commenced a series of "Reminiscences." While I know you will make it an interesting column, I am sorry to see you commence this undertaking. In the first place, it will hurt the University; for touching as it must, mostly upon the social and hilarious side of student life, it will give outsiders an impression that little solid work is done in the institution. Again, as you will have necessarily to prick many foibles and illustrate some unpleasant incidents in the career of the boys, you may be sure that the more sensitive of these fellows will get on their ear. "Reminiscences" must be personal; and personalities, except their subjects be dead and gone, should be avoided.
Truly your friend,
一. 一.
I have in my time received many queer and very funny letters, but this one beats the lot. Any idiot who would imagine the University a good-for-nothing institution simply because its college papers were devoted to college sports and society, would by the same token think the whole world eternally in war and blood-shed because histories treat principally of that sort of thing; and that the present generation was devoted to every kind of vice and villainy, because the daily papers publish sensations of this nature. As to "personalities," after writing for the Courier five years, and making every line as pointedly
personal as my brain could conceive it, I don't think I shall be badly scared at this late day. If by "pricking" any "foibles" or revealing any "unpleasant incidents in the career of the boys" I shall make an interesting paragraph, my pen shall not tarry or quiver in getting it off. The fellow of good sense who has outgrown his follies, will laugh at the thought of them. The tender striplings who can't stand the telling of a joke on themselves, are those whose favor I don't court or care a picayune for, anyway. The sooner they "get on their ear," the better it will suit me. These "Reminiscences" are simply a record of the impression left by college events and college people. They are served up in a conglomerous fashion, without any reference to logical, chronological or any other ological succession. They don't pretend to be a market value of any body or anything. I claim for them but one virtue—they are personal!
"D—n it, no! The Oreads and Orophilians have nothing to do with it! It's the Betas and the Phi Psis!" and away he went.
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That was my first introduction to the fraternity question, and I knew just about as much about it as before Pliny Soper had so forcibly relieved himself. He was rushing excitedly down Quincy street, and stopped long enough to tell me that a Review election was raging "between the two societies." The only societies of whose existence I was aware, were the Oread and Orophilian. It was in answer to my question as to what the two literary societies were doing in a Review election, that Soper made the reply quoted. As it was my first acquaintance with fraternities, so also was it my first experience in a college fight. I learned a little wee bit about both subjects in the next four years.
At the time referred to, secret societies were much more mysterious affairs than at the present day. The times and places of their meetings were not known to outsiders. There were then three Greek societies in the University. The University had not yet reached the spawning season of fraternities. The Betas and the Phi Psis—and I can say it without the least reflection on later generations—were then made up of the strongest men they have ever known. The I. C.'s were composed of a remarkably bright and intelligent body of girls, though older in years and much lacking the comilless that distinguished succeeding accessions. Outside of the Sorosis there was a select body of very pretty girls that banded together in a social way. These were the components of the future Kappa Alpha Thetas. A number of the original circle were dropped out in the congealing, and Dame Rumor told some pretty bad stories as to how the freezing out process was carried on.
The morning of the K. A. T. debat was a somewhat sensational one. The girls marched into chapel in a body, filed up to a row of seats and located themselves so as to receive most advantageously the admiring gazes of their gentlemen friends. They wore a deep gold laced collar, giving them the appearance of a female military company. That they considered the brass collar arrangement a too flashy badge of their society, is evident from the fact that they soon abandoned it.
It's a mean dog that kills sheep at home; and it's an awful mean student that will play pranks on his own room-mate.
The coming of the K. A. T.'s was a boon to the I. C.'s, for it spurred them out of their lethargy and led them to take in a younger, prettier and more social class of members, without deteriorating in their standard of scholarship. Of the succeeding multitudes of fraternities, there is no occasion for me to speak. Suffice to say, they came thick and fast, and grew in strength until each is now the leading order in the University, as can be easily proven by consulting the various fraternity journals.
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During the winter of 1880 two students rented a room at a dwelling near Dr. Marvin's present residence. The only other occupants of the house were a widow, the owner of the building, and her pretty daughter. One of the boys was a studious, energetic, big-hearted fellow, whose good nature made him the victim of many jokes at the hands of his chum. His roommate was rather given to devilment, and to say the best, never amounted to a shuck in any direction. How such an intelligent youth should have mated with so worthless a cuss, is one of the mysteries. The name of the good natured fellow—but no! I will give his name; far be it from me to cause a ripple in the bliss of a newly married life. For the purpose of my story, I will call him McLaren. Mac kept everything in apple pie order, and was punctual in his duties as a pendulum in its ticks. His hour for bath was Sunday night from 10:20 till 10.45. The apparatus used in this weekly ablation was primitive and simple—a wash tub. One Sunday night—his room-mate having sought his innocent, virtuous couch in the meantime—Mac betook himself to his regular Sabbath bath. The night being pitch black, and every one having retired, Mac stepped out doors in his chaste Adamic costume to empty the tub. During this temporary absence, by some mischance, Mac's room-mate arose, pulled the door to and turned the key. Mac, returning, found himself locked out, and commenced calling his room-mate, first in whispered tones, but his tones growing more frantic at every moment. Alarmed at the noise, the widow and daughter arose, and with lighted lamp, came into the hall, cutting off Mac's only avenue of escape. O, agony! O, ye furies! In all the history of art we have no instance of the human figure clad in a wash tub. Widow and daughter took in the situation at a glance, and beat a hasty retreat. By this time Mac's room-mate has been awakened by the calls and opened the door. Mac was mad, wild, furious. He vowed some terrible vows against his chum, accusing him of the willful, premeditated, malicious doing of the deed. If the charge was true, and I shrewdly suspect it was, then a more depraved piece of villainy was never perpetrated. Torture would be the only fitting penalty. If I remember aright, and my memory on this point is singularly retentive, the name of Mac's despicable room-mate was
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