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discussion on the matter, that each one adopt for his motto, "We paddle our own canoe."
The Century for April reached us a few days before its advance sheets. It contains an article, by William Hayes Ward, on the life and writings of Sidney Lanier, the Georgian poet, whose works have just been announced by Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons. It contains notes on the exile of Dante from his sentence of banishment to his death in Ravenna. Another interesting article, in its line, is "Progress in Fish Culture."
The local on the Kansas Review gets some of his locals slightly awry. This might be excusable were the gentleman cross-eyed or otherwise deformed; but as he seems, to all outward observers, perfectly sound, we can't understand it.
The Lawrence Daily Journal made a cowardly attack upon three members of our faculty, last Wednesday morning. Its alleged reason for such an assault was that these three had introduced resolutions in faculty meeting against secret societies.
We think, however, if its motives were reduced to a last analysis, something persecuting and personal lies at the bottom of the whole affair. Throughout the entire article could be traced unmistakable signs of boyishness. Such a course of conduct, journalistic friend, is calculated to win you the esteem of neither the students, nor the respected citizens of Lawrence.
—If the copy-right bill, now pending before Congress, should pass, it would be hard on exchange editors and second-hand newspapers.
PLUNDERED PROVENDER.
—Query: "What are the wild waves saying." Answer: "Let us spray."
Lawrence has become the educational center of the west. It has the University, Business College, Idiot Asylum and the
Indian School. You pay your money and take your choice.
— Courier-Sunbeam-Review.
-A movement has been started in England to erect a memorial to Thomas Gray, the poet, Cambridge University.
—Enthusiastic professor of physics, discussing the organic and inorganic kingdoms: "Now if I shut my eyes—so—and drop my head—so—and should not move, you would say I was a clod. But I move, I leap, I run; then what do you call me?" Voice in the rear; "A clod-hopper."
—Latest on the dude: "Say Mister, has you got any o' dem dude nickles?" said an urchin to a toll-taker. "Don't know what a dude nickle, is" was the reply. "Why,' continued the urchin, "They're dem nickles wat aint got no cents."
—"Sir," sharply remarked a pretty Boston girl, moving away from a young New Yorker, who was seated on the same sofa with her and exhibited a disposition to abridge the distance between them, "sir, the radius vector of your orbit is getting too short."
The young man turned pale, felt around for his legs in a stupidified sort of way, seemed to recover some confidence on discovering that they were still there, arose and fled.
About forty professors of modern languages, representing the leading colleges in the country, met at Columbia College,N. Y., recently, with a view to establish an association for promoting the study of modern languages in American colleges.
The annual report of the president of Harvard College shows a considerable decrease in the number of students from the New England states and a remarkable increase from the Middle states.
—“Are you feeling very ill?" asked the physician; "let me see your tongue, please." "It's no use doctor," replied the patient, "no tongue can tell how bad I feel."