103.—ABE LEVY HAS A NEW LINE OF HATS.—103. en save any ighters from . Lord knows the Alumnae to coleminial catale short time are several being a very first, the inold enough little of mced from the Second, the backward inl much that therefore be volume. To see who have it hold the Take Charley ar boys he or the Uniune Charley, the alumni forward and out the name with others, it be drawn it is best to seen granted would go a lithe mark at; as several the association catalogue of obtain a great nucleus for be a good insert much, outside the furnished by none anything it would be down Massacelle—than the of our proing one day trialship was to our amuse-And free of Donald, who ore about a saddle, led slipping to the军人, followed Prof. Wilcox, even whether of Greece" or on his quadrar within rifle At first ball ground and the game musical, Greek went to betstructors. It however, that were having and that the three professtorm. Then changed, if the horses dierless. But were loyal to ship won the stables relics, Drugs and up when the astalls. Anyws on Massa-liberally resns asked, by meeting next SMITH. Hell in Heaven. We don't dance. Our girl does dance. Therein is comprised an eternity of misery. The preachers talk about fire and brimstone, and a cloven footed, forked-tail devil, to frighten poor simmers into repentance. Pshaw! why don't they name some terror one can appreciate? Why don't they hold up to the wicked gaze of the ungodly the fellow that can't dance who has a girl that does dance? But may be preachers don't realize the awfulness of this fix. We explain—for the preachers: We have a girl—an angel. She dances; we don't. A fashionable ball was on the program. If we didn't ask her the other fellow would; and we don't believe in that kind of religion which buds us to heap coals on our rival's scalp by bequeathing him our best girl. So we asked her to the dance. She was fair to look upon. Beaming eyes, delicious lips, beautious complexion, voluptuous neck, ravishing shoulders, and—well we don't care to go any further, except to repeat that this was a fashionable ball. A glance at her attire or non-attire would settle the question of a hack. So we went in a hack, subject to the ever delightful and pleasing supervision of the hack-man, which forbids irregularities. The dance was all mirth for the dancers. Our girl dances. "Would we excuse her?" "Certainly" (couldn't help ourselves, by Jove!) No, our rival didn't bring her, but he had the first waltz with her—because you know, we don't dance. She dance. And there they whirled around the room, their warm passionate breaths embracing, and their arms engaged more closely in the same delicious occupation, while if we had attempted the same thing with quiet feet, we would have been a chosen subject for her father's cowhide. For we don't dance. Then she came and sat down and told us "what a sweet waltz it was" (devilish sweet), and then flew off into another embrace—we mean waltz. O how delightful it was for us—a few ancient maids, whom no one would have, to cheer our aching hours. Nothing like old cackling maids to dispel despondency! We talking, or being talked to, by these heathenish landmarks of womanhood, and our dear dulcina in the arms of—no, I mean waltzing, with our rival! It was over at last—all things have an end, thank heaven. On our way home she enraptured us with an account of how lovely this one waltzed, and that one polkkaed. We didn't think the hack would hold any more rhapsodies or we might have dilated on our brilliant tete-tete with the antiquat. ed saurians in petticoats who shared with us the cold stove of the ball room. She went home to sweet dreams. We went home with bitterness in our heart and aching in our head, to a sleepless bed. Probably the dog didn't know why it was he got such a vigorous kick as he came fawningly out to meet us. Why should he? Neither dogs nor girls can appreciate the unhappiness and despair of the fellow who don't dance. A fair audience greeted the Orophilian orators on last Friday afternoon in University chapel. Promptly at the appointed time the president of the society, Miss Nannie Anderson, introduced the first speaker of the day, Mr. Albach. The subject of his oration was Division of Labor. The subject matter was argumentative and full of good thought. Mr. Albach has a pleasing address and a good voice. His weak point is a somewhat ministerial style of delivery. We will never have a base ball club if things run on the way they do at present. It is almost impossible to gather a crowd together in the afternoon. The second speaker, Mr. J. B. Harris, spoke on the subject, "A Political Heresy." He reviewed the history of Nullification and the great Rebellion, and drew from it some practical conclusions. Mr. Harris has a full, round voice, and is a popular speaker. A little haste and uneasiness at first injured his otherwise excellent effort. "The Spirit and Progress of the Teuton," was discussed in an able manner by the third speaker, Mr. Claude Highbargin. The speaker has a clear voice and good enunciation. Practice in repose of the hands would add to his appearance on the platform. Mr. Higgins favored the audience with a baritone solo, which was heartily applauded. The fourth speaker, Mr. A. G. Hagar, spoke on "Intellectual Education. He fairly won the second place in the decision of the judges. A little more deliberation in the exordium would have added weight to his speaking. "Limited Immigration"was the title of the winning oration, delivered by Mr.F.E.Reed.In his delivery Mr. Reed stood head and shoulders above all his competitors.A little harshness in his higher tones can be easily overcome.His thought was good and his language direct and forcible. Mr. Bullinger, the last speaker on the program, eulogized "The Pioneer." Mr. Ballinger has a deep, full voice and an appearance of ease which is pleasing to an audience. With age and maturity of thought he will become a good orator. While the committee retired to render the decision Mr. Albach entertained the audience with a flute solo, accompanied by the piano by Miss Highbargin. The decision of the judges awarding first place to Mr. F. E. Reed, and second place to Mr. Hager, received a hearty applause, which denoted general satisfaction. The following is the decision of the judges in full:
| ROBINSON. | CANFIELD. | Ranks. | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Thought. | Comp. | Delivery. | Average. | Thought. | Comp. | Delivery. | Average. | |
| Albach... | 75 76 | 78 76 | 70 70 | 80 73 | 70 65 | 75 70 | 4 3 | 4 |
| Harris... | 50 40 | 85 58 | 70 65 | 70 68 | 40 60 | 80 50 | 5 5 | 5 |
| Highmargin | 75 80 | 80 79 | 75 70 | 70 71 | 65 75 | 70 60 | 3 4 | 4 |
| Hager... | 80 75 | 83 79 | 75 70 | 75 76 | 65 70 | 70 80 | 2 2 | 3 |
| Reed... | 83 80 | 86 82 | 83 75 | 75 96 | 75 80 | 92 82 | 1 1 | 1 |
| Bollinger... | 40 50 | 60 50 | 50 60 | 65 88 | 65 80 | 85 76 | 6 6 | 2 |