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EXCHANGE.
EXCHANGE.
Many of our exchanges have donned new dresses.
Old editor retires covered with glory. New one enters upon his duties with fear and trembling.
The Illini, a bright, spicy, well edited paper from the University of Illinois, is among our exchanges,
The Eectra, a belles lettres monthly for young people, from Louisville, Ky., is among our exchanges.
The Kansas City Review contains an article on the Florida ship canal. A question of the day.
We are pleased to note, from the State Board of Agriculture, a marked increase in the material wealth of the state.
The Monmouth Courier has put on a new dress. An improvement, we think. But you have not improved upon the old story of the book-agent.
When a certain bachelor was married, the members of the Bachelor Club broke him all up by sending him, as a wedding present, a copy of "Paradise Lost."
The Badger of the 13th contains an excellent editorial on the tendency of the age to desert the classical for the scientific department. This not only lowers the standard of education but unsettles the whole system.
—We would suggest, Mr. "Changer" of the Illini, that you treat those "conciliatory glances" with suspicion, as a can of nitroglycerine, giant powder or something of that nature may lurk beneath. "Things are not always what they seem."
Mr. Occident, but would venture one criticism on the thought contained in the article in which you deplore the lack of university spirit. While games of base ball, foot ball, etc., are necessary to develop bodily health and vigor, yet when they are carried to inter-collegiate contests the true object of university life is forgotten.
The Occident comes to us from the "land of the setting sun." We like you,
How much a man is like old shoes;
For instance: Both a soul may lose;
Both have been tanned, both are made tight
By cobblers; both get left and right;
Both need a mate to be complete,
And both are made to go on feet,
They both need heeling oft, and soled,
And both in time all turn to mold;
With shoes the first is last; with men
The first shall be last; and when
The shoes wear out they're mended new;
When men wear out they're men dead too.
They both are trod upon and both
Will tread on others nothing loth.
Both have their ties, and both incline
When polished in the world to shine;
And both peg out—and would you choose
To be a man or be his shoes?—Ex.
We congratulate the Argonaut on the successful conclusion of its first year. The Argonaut and the Courier were started at the same time as protests of a large body of students against the exclusive control of a college paper, clique or fraternity. It is one of our best exchanges and stands in the front rank of college journalism.
Our policy is peace, and we are minded to stick to it. But we inherited a large supply of plasters, bandages, etc., from our predecessor, and should any see fit to explode a shell in our sanctum sanctorum the concussion will doubtless discharge our piece. We don't want to fight, but when forced our fighting propensities are in mathematical proportion to the amount of resistance we meet.