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THE CORRIDORS.
THE SOPH'S. SOLILOQUY.
My soul to-day
Is far away
In the hall where my love does stay;
My own dear girl,
With golden curl.
Is talking with some law-class churl.
In cosy seat
Where we oft-times meet
They talk, and me of peace they cheat.
For who can do
Trig, or construe
Greek, if his girl's no longer true.
In yonder aisles
On him she smiles
As he with flattery beguiles,
Or past those walls
They walk the halls,
All this my fancy quick recalls.
But hark, the bell,
The truth I'll tell,
And all this wretched fancy quell.
But who do I see
Fair one, with thee?
A Fresh! O, I'm in misery.
-A large assortment of ladies and gents pocket books twenty-five per cent. below real value at Straffon's.
Dispatches in the Chicago Times, Inter-Ocean, and St. Louis Globe-Democrat last week, spoke very highly of the Kansas State University, its attendance, new chemical laboratory, etc.
C. D. Dean and H. F. Smith took Thanksgiving dinner with the former's parents, in Clinton. Dean, going out to see one of his country girls in eve, some of the country boys took their revenge by mutilating his city rig.
A new student, writing home, gave vent to the following complaint: "When I started from home you told me I was going out in the world alone, and must be and act a man. But as soon as I arrived and found that every time I wasn't in a room at a certain time a note was sent to you, and that the professors constituted so many watchmen in order to keep me out of mischief, I felt very much as if I were back in the primary grade.
The sudden death of Joseph Priestly, at Nogelese, Ariz., was received with mingled sorrow and surprise by our students. Joe will be especially remembered by those who attended the University several years ago. He left the University in '80, his Junior year. His love of excitement, which made him one of the first in all student gaieties, induced him to visit Old Mexico. He left last spring, with the intention of purchasing land in that wild region, which he thought was soon to be the goal of emigration and enterprise. Traveling through the most out-of-the way regions of that country, with a single companion, he found it impossible to get a legal title to land anywhere. Starting back, he took special care to avoid exposure to the yellow fever raging in Northern Mexico, and reached Nogelese, Arizona, on the 22d, where he thought himself safe. Here he stopped to attend to some business. Poor Joe! He had not yet escaped the insidious disease. While our people were offering thanks for God's gifts, Joe Priestly was dying far away from home and friends.
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—Robert Protzman, class of '76, died at his home in Lane, Kas.
--Try Alfred Wright's handkerchief extract of Wild Olive at Straffon's. It is elegant.
—"What does it take to pass?" queried a balmy Fresh of a Senior whose mind was far away. The answer came quickly, "You can pass on most anything, but if you have both bowers and joker always order up."
We have always felt the want of a distinctively college song. Surely some of our literary students could write us a stirring one. If the lack of a subject is all that is in the way, we would suggest some such thought as "There is Hope for the busted."