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THE State Legislature met in special session at Topcake Tuesday.
STUDENTS, write letters about K S. U. to your home papers.
OROPHILIAN SOCIETY should waken up its committee on the printing of her constitution.
GREATER library facilities are badly needed. The present room is entirely too small.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
But few papers in the college world receive the extensive press notices of THE COUBIER.
The contest will probably be the best that has been held here. The Oratorical Association expect to have a full house.
THERE will probably be a special train to take the University students to Topeka to the state contest. We hope that as many as possible will go.
K. S. U. sends out six college publications. There is not a college in the United States of anything nearly her "age or size," that will compare with her in point of college journalism.
ALL old students will read with pleasure of Chas. Scott having become full proprietor of the Iola Register. Charlie never lets an opportunity pass for saying a good word for his Alma Mater.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
THE Law Department is doing excellent work this year. The class work is now being made very thorough, while a session of moot court, presided over by one of the faculty, and a session of the Kent Club each week, gives good opportunity for practical training. We hope 'ere many years to see this department with a national reputation.
OROPHILIAN SOCIETY did well last Friday in amending the "strict attendance" clause in its constitution. Making two absences from the society sufficient for the disenfranchisement of membership was too severe. Already, we understand, nearly one half of its members are off the list. The society to-day should vote these back into membership. The clause by which they lost the membership was utterly impracticable.
We have watched with much interest the close contest between the rival Courtiers of the University of Kansas, suggestive of the old contest between the rival popes, and now offer our sincere congratulations to the victorious party that obtained the copyrights. The stand ard of the present Courier is noticeably higher than that of former years.—The Haverfordian.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
THE Moot Court met Wednesday evening, Prof. Green presiding as judge. The case was "Jane Williams" versus "John Williams," in which plaintiff brought an action for the partition of a piece of real estate of which defendant was in possession. Attorneys for plaintiff, Bowman & Summerfield; for defendant, Rice & Harris. Judge ruled that plaintiff should have brought suit for recovery or ejectment instead of partition.
WE hope the various members of the faculty have arrived at some similar system of marking, since this troublesome subject was under consideration, as we understand, at their last meeting. There is great need for reform in the method of graduation. Of course grades can never be taken as an exact criterion of a student's work, since at best they are only approximate, but the same standard of marking should be in vogue in all departments. As it is now students in some departments can obtain a first grade casier than those in others a second on account of the different standard of marked use by the professors in charge. We know that one professor considers a second grade an exceedingly poor mark, while an other considers it a very fair one. Such radical difference of opinion as this should be remedied immediately, for it causes marked injustice to both students and department where the lower grades are given, and students in different branches are placed on an unequal footing. It is greatly to be hoped that a strenuous effort to arrange a standard fair for all will be made before the approaching examinations.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
Through the kindness of a friend of THE COURIER we have a copy of the Cleveland Globe, evidently one of the strongest papers published in the interests of the colored people in the United States. The issue of January 16, before us, has in "An Appeal to Consar," the best article we have ever read on the real status of the colored people in the United States. Its points are: They were brought here against their will by force; until freed they built fortunes for their oppressors; they are now a part of our country and cannot be gotten rid of by extinction, absorption or emigration; they must remain is certain—how solve the problem; Greece, Rome, Modern Civilization shows mixed races are desirable; do not advocate intermarriage of the races, this has gone far enough already, but is entirely the fault of the white race; a mean between the selfishness and grasping disposition of the Yankee with the warm emotional of the colored race is desirable; they are part of the Republic, assist in educating them; remove the bars from educational institutions and the empty boast of mental superiority will soon fade.
The article is in the most terse Angle-Saxon and would be hard to offset.
As the second term approaches the students realize that they must buy a lot of new books. A student who comes here and takes a full course, buying all the books required, spends about $200 for textbooks, of which he never uses more than one half. Almost all our books are published in such a form, that in order to get a work on any subject, the student must purchase two or three other complete works bound in the same volume.
Take for instance mathematics.
The senior Prep, gets a geometry,
half of which is trigonometry. In his Freshman year he gets another work on Trigonometry, which contains a complete Surveying, and finally gets a work on Surveying, in which is found about a hundred pages of Navigation which is not taught here. He thus pays for two complete sets of books on mathematics while he only has use for one.
We think the faculty, by careful disorientation, and a little sage advice administered to the publishers, might do something to remedy this vexatious arrangement.
The same thing is noticed in all the other departments. The classical student can seldom get the text he wants without taking two or three more for which he has no use. This year Anglo-Saxon was added to our curriculum. The Sophores bought the book which was required for the first ten weeks, then paid two dollars for another, which they found to be the same book with some more matter added to it.
THE University Courier may be classed among the live weeklies. No attempt, however, seems to be made to maintain a literary department, the paper being filled with locals, personals and editorials. As a college newspaper it stands among the first. —The Hatchet.
- A Romance as Resisted by an Old Show-
sender . . . a Tuxedo Farewell to Peril.
--what interested the man so much. I saw it all in a jiffy. There was a couple in a box—a young man and a lady—and clearly fond of each other as they dared to show. It was hard for them, and when I beheaded the scenes again, there he was still, and Jeepster, blamed if he wasn't crying like a child.
"SNOWYS" LEAP.
New York Telegram. The sign above the door was inscribed "Dramatic Agency," and the stairway, seen dimly from without, was worn with the tread of feet and revealed just then a figure coming down. A moment more and the sunlight that was setting the dust of Union square agitter with shining particles shown upon a face that would anywhere arrest attention. It was not any scar or defect of feature, but a certain terrified look that gave the man the aspect of one who had just seen a spencer. The reporter standing out upon the sidewalk noticed it, and turning to look after the owner of that strange countenance saw that his hair was white as snow. "Odd-looking, isn't he?" muttered the reporter to his companion, a member of "the profession" engaged just then, like many of his fellows, in Micwber-ble murmure.
The lounging Thespian looked up, looked after the receding figure and said:
"Snowball; yes, he is odd."
"Why do you call him snowball?"
"Oh, on account of his hair, to be sure. Didn't you notice it?"
"Certainly. I couldn't well escape it."
"Well, that's the reason he is called Snowball or Snowy. It is only a nickname."
"No; he is a circle man. I don't know what he is now. But he used to be in the trapezie and tight rope line. Pretty clever at his business, too, I
"Is he an actor?"
The speaker was dismissing the object of the reporter's inquiry with this, but there was something in the awed expression of that face, something in the white locks clustering around it, that remained in the mind of the questioner like some haunting presence. He did not hold off; Thoughts of the Grimaldis of the stage, who carried under their grinning masks and piebald raiment tragical stories, came before him, and ten minutes later, when a burly soul with the gird of a Falstaff and the lings of a Steton came along, who could tell the person his history, who told the story of trood the saudur on this side of the Atlantic, he asked him Snowball's story.
"What have you heard about him?" was what the big man said, and then added solemnly, "few know the truth about him."
"I know nothing," said the reporter, "when a face that made an impression was there."
"It well might," said the other. "It is not the face God gave the man. He was once a jolly enough soul. But one night's fright fixed him. He has worn the look of terror that is left upon him or more easily than a frame, or a piece. If you care about it I will tell you what I know. But the narrative is not a cheerful one, I promise you. 'Snowy'—we call him that—it is not his name, the boys who brought him to the professor. You see he is a well built, graceful fellow, even now. But when he was young he was as graceful a figure as any one I ever saw in the business. He was clever, too, but he was young enough to leap through spaces from one trapse to the other. When I knew him first he was with a cicrus. He was a great attraction, too, for when he came out in his trunks and spangels and kissed me, he would present a girl present that didn't assure him and look it too.
"There are a good many pitfalls for a young fellow in such a business to stumble into. But he steered clear of them. He never drank and I never had an affair with him. What was odd about him was the way he used to keep to himself. People believed he was in some sort of trouble, or had come from a bad place. He could turn to a circus life. but he never enlightened them of his own accord.
"Soon after I came to know 'Snowy' had the management of a traveling variety show making a circuit down East. We had all sorts of attractions, from song and dance men to ground speakers and banjo players and ballad singers till you couldn't rest. But I noticed that with the Yanks down there the athletic feats 'took' best, so I made it a point to enlarge that part of the entertainment. Then we took my company. I made him an offer. He accepted it and was engaged for the season. "You can imagine that in going the rounds of these dual country towns the players are thrown a good thing to get into something about one another. Sometimes they do; sometimes they don't. Anyway, no one ever learned much about 'Snowy'. He generally sneaked away as soon as the performance was over, and we saw little of him until he was biting me, which has a bit of surprise to me to find him loaining about the house when we struck one little town where we were booked for a week's run. 'Snowy' was all the time behind the scenes whether his mother seemed to me to be trying to keep under cover and go out as little as he could.
"One evening I was standing up and the files looking things over, when who should I see slipping over to one of the wings but 'Snowy,' and he all in a tremble with sweetness and not matching him all the time. Well, he sild up alongside the drop and peeped outside, and there he stood like a statue, so absorbed, don't you notice that they dropped down on him. I don't know if you'd think it mean of me or not, but I got down and took stock of the audience to see
"Of course, I said nothing, but I watched him, and I noticed when his turn came he seemed backward, and I thought he had half a mud to shrift. But he went on and asked me what happened nearly through when I heard a lubbout in the house and went out in the corridor. The door of one of the boxes was open and a boy was hurrying into it with a knife. Kneeling on the floor was the young man I had noticed and at his feet the young woman was lying, seemingly stone dead. We had a hard times tiring her to and I didn't know what happened. I realized that Snow' funked bad all of a scudden and cut his part dead short.
"This set me a thinking. But the next night I had food enough for reflection. It was a clear, moonlight night and it took a stroll. Now I'm not a sentimental night mortal, but I do admire nature, and once I was out of the town I got up mourning. I strewed myself with the bright sky over me. There was not a sound but the croaking of the frogs and the chirp of the kattyids. I don't know how long I lay there, but all of a sudden I set up and looked down at the road. We were voiced to be angry by a woman who were standing by the gate and bugging each other for dear life. I was amused at first and thought it was an ordinary rustic love making. But from their gestures I saw that something about the common woman was going on. We were singing and the man righting her off. At last what did they do to take to crying, the both of them.
"Then I started home. On the borders of the town who should I meet slouching along but 'Snowy,' as he turned up his face with a start the moonlight fell upon it, and there were his eyes as red as you please, and the big tears shining in them. I didn't pretend to notice it, but all of a sudden, as I looked at him, I got
"I kept on watching them, and after a while they kissed each other tenderly, and that the man went away. It was then that I first became aware of a curious feeling in my mind, seeing that I was not alone. We have all such a feeling sometimes, you know, and then as at all such times, I found I was right. There was a man standing among us, and I felt at attention at the other going down the road. I was in the shadow and he did not notice me. But the moonlight was full upon his face, and I knew at once the young man I had seen in the box. And I noticed him waving a hand. Talk of disfiguring a face with a blow, or by an accident, or with vittorial. They're all bad enough. But, if you want to see a terror, look at a face disfigured by jealousy, and you can see what aided the face that I was looking at. It was black with passion. The eyes were staring, the lips were pressed together, the teeth were clenched. Hate, savage and unreliating—murder, violence, cruelty, and almost shuddered as I witnessed it, and felt a deal more comfortable when I heard footsteps crunching among the dry leaves and gradually receding.
"You may well believe I was interested. I was manager of the company, and I didn't want to have any scandals about my ears. So I thought it my duty to inquire into the odd things that the girl wanted. The girl who fainted in the box was the daughter of a rich but cranky old yellow, who had driven his only son away some time be out of a whim, and the young man was in trouble in the academy—and a gallant lad, too, although he had a temper like satan.
"Well, the week went by and I saw nothing more of Snowy,' I except when I met him on the stage. Our last night in the town came, and it seemed that we were going to close with a packed house. I remember now every time we went home counting the receipts, and was going back behind the scenes to see if everything was all right, when who should I stumble upon in the corridor but the young fellow from the naval academy. He didn't look much better than me, and even so I am among the businesses. He was pale as death, there was a wicked glitter in his eyes as he walked up and down, now and then peeping in through the door at the audience and the performers. I remember noticing, too, that he lounged a good deal about a little girl playing hide and seek in the door of the door which was ajar. It did not strike me at the time, but I often thought of it afterward.
"Well, the performance went on and soon 'Snowy' the turn came. He went out in his tights and finery, mounted up to the trappe and was as clever as usual in his feats. I had slipped to the front of the house again and was looking in at him when my eyes suddenly fell on a ceiling. It was there before—the young woman who had fainted therem with them valchap. I looked around tor him but he was not newher to be found.
"Just then 'Snow' got up to the perch on the gallery, from which he took the dying swing to a little trappe above the stage. It was a pervious feat, and there wasn't a breath to be heard in the house as he prepared for it. Every eye was watching him. I saw him in all his glittering spangles between his fists and then launching out. He sprang. There was a whizz in the air, and then like a flash the house was in darkness. Every light had gone out and you couldn't see the end of your nose. Heavens' what a hubbub there was. Everyone soul, worked up as it was, to intense excitement, seemed to have a voice in that shriek of an ear. Before I knew what to do, there was a wild outcry about my ears and a lot of people brushed past me. No one knew what was the matter, and in the panic some imp crised 'Fire!' I tried to speak, but against a wall knocked down, trampling for a door down, and by the time I got up the house was almost clear.
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"I turn on the gas," I yelled, hoping that some of the hands would hear me, and I was making for the meter closet when I stumbled against some one. I heard a voice and a man most dragging these shoes near the door, and a glimmer of light from the lamp outside fell on them. Never will I forget the face of the young woman I saw revealed threes—the first one. I never saw the like with fright and agony. Involuntarily I lent a hand to help her outside. But she turned from me—murped to the man beside her and grunted with a shake his hands. Save him? Oh, God! It is my brother."
"Then a strange thing happened. The man beside him stood stock still. But only for a moment. The next he had left her and dashed into the auditorium. I went to see him. Behind me was embankment. Only upabove, near the sea, I heard a strange, scrambling noise and a clatter of glass where the big chandelier hung. I was out in a jiffy and groping abo­r for the gas neatly attached to my neck. I felt like about me. I was suddenly pushed aside and a voice erupted out:
"I had seen a coil on the floor and I know whoever had asked for it I found it, when a moment after, I heard a footstep hurrying away and heard something dragging behind them. But I knew the gas can run inside and had the jets flaring up as I entered the auditorium again.
"A rope here. Give me a rope.
There is one there."
"What a sight was there! Up near the ceiling, holding by a hand to a shattered gas fixture and likely to drop at any moment, with open mouth and staring eyes. Snowy was hanging. Am I jumping into water or running back of water—that run up to an apex in the primitive little hall, was a man with a rope dangling from him. How he got up there I cannot tell. I have seen far too many day, but holding on it has anything else I ever witnessed. Well he reached the top, got hold of the gas fixture, slipped down and quicker than I could tell you he had the rope about the trapzee performer, and held on by a brass rod that might give way at any moment. I could hardly breathe as I saw the rope swinging down and the man trying to fasten it about something in the roof. He seemed to hold on by a brass rod about the brass rod as though it were a stout pillar. In another minute Snowy sank down and fell; but only a few yards. After that I saw the other end of the rope slip-up, slowly, too, and down it. Then I made my imminent stime the other man was coming down the rope hand over hand, and soon he was standing beside me, pulling with exertion and as pale as death. It was only then I looked at Snowy. I didn't know the man. His black hair was fairly white and there was that look of terror on his face that has never left it. Since that is his story."
"And who was his rescuer?" asked the reporter.
"The young naval fellow. The lover of his sister. She had recognized in the trapeze performer her vagrant brother whom her father drove away from home, and the young fellow had taken to the meeting, unsuccessfully missed the meeting I had seen myself that moonlight night. As I said, he was a very spifire, and became downright mad with jealousy. She had never told him who the strange performer was until the lights had gone and she was in midair taking that awful leap.
"And how came the light to go out?" asked the renoirer.
"Can you ask? I do not know myself who put them out, or for what. But I have always thought that a man who provides being a murderer has never asked 'Snowy' what became of his sister and the young man. I do not even know if they were married, nor never seen him at home, and I know that the result of that night's work gave him the name he bears."
--were in constution as to how to get rid of the undue amount of serpents that had so suddenly possessed them. In the midst of this effective discussion a 10-year old boy succeeded in forcing a side window open, and falling out soon made his apperception dispatched the snakes in rotation. There were found to be five, of the deadly rock variety. After the coast was apparently clear again, the demoralized pupils settled down in best they could to their dancers, when folds what looked like the king of all rattlesmakes, and making for the center of the apartment, cried himself in a bunch as large as a half bushel, with his note of anger filled the room with its diabolical music, and the debris done were again resorted to, but this time the terror was too great for cries and shrieks. A trembling horror seemed to possess all, while the glittering, bead-like of the huge reptiles seemed to fascinate with its stimulating dance of wagon wheels was hard on the road, on the margin of the schoolhouse stood. It broke the spell of horror, and shriek after shriek on all scales of the gum-resued from the building. In a moment, the glistening terror lay writhening beneath a heavy boulder. He took to the situation at a glance. A quick spring to the roadside and back, and the glistening terror lay writhening beneath a heavy boulder. It proved to be five and one half feet in length and carried nine rattles. The snake hoof the house and grounds tor half a mile around have been religiously searched every morning by that schoolmistress before she opens the door.
Rattlesnakes Paralyze a School
Lander, Wyoming, letter to the Denver Tribune: One day not long ago the well-mediated voice of the school mistress of the Lyon school house said "noon" in its usual calm tones, and the usual wild rush for edibles followed the magic word. As an 5-year-old boy thrust his hand into his dinner basket and drew out a bottle of milk the vicious warning of the deadly rattlesnake was heard from the depths of the dinner basket. Down went the basket with a crash, and in the fragments of a shattered pie-pie his snackship coiled himself, while its busy tail made the air vibrate with its angry song, and that song was quickly re-cooled. From every corner of the school room came the fearful warning, and it was seen that least one of the students had leaked into the room. A wild scene of terror and confusion ensued. The usually snave and self-contained schoolmistress made a hasty leap and loud shriek, the double effort landing her on top of the highest desk in the room. Her example in both cases showed the difficulty and the new pupils were in possession of the floor. A very babel of cries and screams announced that the schoolmistress and the older girls
The Perfect Figure. Philadelphia Record.
Baron Von Humboldt, who had studied men and women in every quarter of the habitable globe, used to say that the notion that the female figure was of better proportions and more graceful outline than that of a man was a delusion. Women do not be believe it, averred the great scientist and men only say so out of natural galantry. Humboldt was right on a great many points concerning him, but also on men of his day, and perhaps he was equally correct in thus attributing superior physical beauty to men. But since his time nobody has ventured to urge or defend his theory, and it has naturally fallen into disrepute. Besides, he is not as "pretty man" as such. They may be counter-jumps and animated failors' blocks, and infest at will the public promenades and places of general resort, but the present monseñor fashion favors the strong, juniper-built, quick-acting knives for an instant whether he conforms to the model of the Apollo Belidvere or not.
With the softer sex the question of form is quite another affair. The possibilities of dress have been developed to such an extent that within reasonable limitations a woman may take on pretty much whatever outward shape seems best and most become adorned, even if she must also moderate have stimulated a taste for the beautiful, they have ministered also to the admiration and harmless instinctive vanity appertaining to every feminine nature. They have also created ideas of classical ideas of perfection; and those depareth the antique costumes and a few otherwise sensible woman a source of profound disquiet. There has been from the "classic figure" that is as disingler as it is reprehensible; and in many quarters are heard pleadings more or less for a picture of beauty lines of beauty long before physical distortion became a fashionable art.
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American majors and matrons have their duties to study the requirements and measurements of the perfect female figure with results, if current draperies correctly indicate, at least distasteful to the classifier who point with pride to the master works of many sculptors as enduring the beautification of an autumn bouton. Further part of the Venus de Medici would be less than 5 feet in height, while wearing No. 2 corset and a No. 7 shoe. This, to the woman of to-day, would mean hopeless chuminess. The Popular Science Museum in a recent issue, described as “the most important requirement to meet the requirements of a classic figure the proper dimensions should be: Height, 5 feet 4 inches; bust, 32 inches; waist, 24 inches; armpit to waist, 9 inches. This is further improved upon by giving the proportions of a figure: figure thus: Height, 5 inches; congenial realm of tastes will be difficult to perceive; an influx of scientific constructor of these classic proportions has not been endeavoring to perpetrate a solemn joke upon the select circle literary females whom he addresses. The “quenneliness” of a tattoo with a hollow chest is exceedingly thick, accentual likely to be disseased only by an observe whose head is perpetually among the stars.
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Many correspondents have of late been requesting The Record to state what the proportions of the perfect figure really are. We do not know and if we did, the knowledge she main concealed, lest some of our readers, whose dimensions are beyond inward pang of regret and disappointment. Let it be sufficient that for a true man the perfect figure, that of the woman who loves him best, and that of the man he admires with delight. There is no better criterion after all whatever the classists and pragmatic model makers may say.
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