COLLEGE VERSE.—COLLEGE WORLD.
"And how do you do that?" the senior inquired.
"Oh, I'm a barb: Jimmie there, he's a Phi Psy. I talk to Jimmie 'bout lection, get him against the wall'and say, we got'er dead cinched."
"And what does Jimmie say?" asked the senior. "Oh Jimmie, he can't do anything he's too little," replied the young politician. "Oh, yes, he can spit like a sport. Spit for the gen'l man Jimmie."
The crimson, autumn leaves which adorned the lapels of many coats at Saturday's game indicates that nature even is loyal to K. U. and has put on the colors. When nature joins the students, faculty and town people in encouraging our boys who can defeat ns?
@OLLEGE VERSE.
OUR COW.
Ode to the Club Cow, which Departed this Life October 7th,A D.1894.
Our cow is dead! Her cheerful bawl
No more will echo through the hall.
No more is bran mash her delight:
She overate herself last night!
The cream she furnished for our wheat
Was rich and pure and always sweet;
In fact there never was an hour
When milk from this cow would turn sou
We sigh alas! with many a groan A better cow was never known ! Full many an hour with flying feet We chased her up and down the street. In summer, to produce milk-shake. In winter, our ice-cream to make. In spring-time when the grass was scant. We held a Freshman by his pant And let her nibble at her ease. In hope she'd make us some green cheese.
But old Grim Death must answer now To our demand: "Cough up that cow" The cook, alas! has not the power. For even her, grim death doth cow-er Twas ever thus: Our cow was meat From end of nose to sole of feet. And we must close our simple text: Our cow is dead: long live the next.
O, I see the breath of Autumn on the river's rippling water.
AUTUMN.
Y. M. C. A. CLUB POET.
Over the lake and pond and brooklet, falter,
falter, falter.
Falter to murmur through the pines.
Falter to whisper of sterner climes.
Falter, falter, falter.
O, I hear the voice of Autumn in the leaves so thickly falling.
Through the branches and the hedgerows calling, calling, calling,
Calling the Earth to claim its own.
Calling the birds to their winter home.
Calling, calling, calling
O, I hear an Antumn wailing from the flowers and grasses dying.
From the meadows and the woodlands, sighing, sighing, sighing,
Sighing to feel the Spring soft ray,
Sighing for days that have passed away.
Sighing. sighing, sighing.
COLLEGE WORLD.
To know the bent and then pursue— Why, that is genius, nothing less: But he who knows what not to do Holds half the secret of success. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
—ELLA WHEEELER WILCOX.
Harvard welcomes a freshman class this year of about six hundred men. Ex.
The foot-ball missionaries recently sent out by Baker were compelled by homesickness to return to Baldwin for a visit Sunday.
Mr. Clyde R. Troxel, of the K. U., and business manager of the Courier, of that institution, visited his Sigma Nu brothers here last week.-M. S. U. Tiger.
James G. Blaine, jr., is trying for the position of center on the Virginia eleven.—Ex.
The Junior class of Missouri State University is getting out an annual that will be a credit to the University, and not a financial failure either?
A neighboring state university boasts of a janitor who rides a wheel. We haven't heard of "Nate" committing any such boyish pranks, but when he does undertake anything he makes a clean sweep.