The Students Journal
PUBLISHED WEEKLY
BY THE
Students Journal Publishing Co.
BUSINESS MANAGERS.
W. C. Fogle  Editor-in-Chief
C. E. Kipman  Legal Editor
B. W. Norton  Legal Editor
BUSINESS MANAGERS.
JAS, V. MAY,
A. O. GARRETT,
ASSOCIATES
Robt, W. Neal ... Literary
B. L. Pampel ... The Halls
Artie Kelly ... Music
W. C. Athesion ... Local
D. C. Kelley ... Athletic
E. E. Blackman ... Exchanges
The stock of the STUDENTS JOURNAL company consists of non-transferable one dollar shares. Any student, instructor or employee in university may hold one and only one share.
This paper is on file at the editorial rooms of the University Review, 236 Fifth avenue, New York, where all college men are given a hearty welcome.
THE date of the oratorical contest has been changed to Jan. 26. The contest will be held in the University chapel. Every student who desires to encourage oratory in the University should attend the contest and cheer the orators to greater effort.
PROFESSOR NEWSON has favored us with a brief description of the editoria management of the college paper of Ohio Wesleyan. The plan is certainly a good one and would do much to raise the tone of journalism in our own Univers-ity.
WE ARE pleased to give Mr. Gronland a column in which to answer our criticism of his address in the Historical Seminary week before last. Whether we think with Mr. Gronland or not, nevertheless the question which he represents is worthy the consideration of every student.
AT BAKER University, students are required to attend five chases a day or twenty-five recitations a week. Some of them are objecting' because it gives them no time for reading newspapers and for general reading. With us it is very hard to get permission to take five studies. We think the Baker student' point is well taken.
The State University may now have military training for her students, for the asking. The students have long since declared themselves to be eager for such training. The fact that the students of the Agricultural College do not take an interest in the matter is no reason why students of K U., where no physical training is provided, would not support a military department.
No. I. Vol. II, of the North Western Law Review comes from Chicago. H. S. Hudley is editor-in-chief and R. D. Brown and G. F. Martin are associates. J. F. Nobile is one of the five assistant editors. Noble, Brown, and Hudley graduated from Kansas University in 1891. Several of the more valuable articles read before the "Lawyers Congress" held in in July will be published during the year.
WHILE students are deliberating upon the question, what studies next term? It is not out of place to express a caution against attempting too much. It is stale advice, to be sure, and some will be little inclined to follow it until after they have proved its soundness by wasting a term or two in trying to carry four or more studies, and used up much of their reserve of brain energy in too prodigal exertion. Nevertheless, the student who attempts no more than he can accomplish without stretching his mental and physical powers beyond their normal limit will in the end do more than the crammer. Experientia dicit.
THE STUDENTS JOURNAL MEETING.
THE STUDENTS JOURNAL MEETING.
The report of the committee to propose terms of combination with the Conrier Company was heard. The committee proposed to the committee from the Conrier Company to suspend the publication of both the Conrier and STUDENTS JOURNAL and to establish a new paper known as the STUDENTS JOURNAL and declared to be a combination of the Conrier and STUDENTS JOURNAL. Any member of the University could hold one non-transferable share and any share holder would be qualified to hold any office. The STUDENTS JOURNAL company refused to become liable for any debts whatsoever of the Conrier Company. more than the par value of all the shares taken by the Conrier the new company. The committee of the Conrier had not replied to the proposition.
The constitution of the STUDENTS JOURNAL company was amended to re prire a vote of the company before money can be drawn from the treasury if the company by the business managers.
The officers elected for the following team are: Frank Horace Moore, '94, editor-in-chief; Rollin Elliot Blackman, '94, local editor; Charles Henry Lease and Warren Edwards, '95, business managers; Prof. W. H. Carruth, treasurer; and Miss Ellie Loader, secretary.
The newly elected officers were all chosen by the company because they were thought to be the best in the company for their respective places. The election was entirely free from political intrigue. The new officers will take charge of the paper at the beginning of the next term.
THE ENROLLMENT.
The copy for the new catalogue shows the enrollment of students to be slightly below that of last year. It is however earlier in the year than it was when the last catalogue was published.
In the School of Arts there are 23 Graduate students, 41 Seniors, 50 Juniors, 25 Sophomores, 96 Freshmen. 3Preparatory medical, and 48 Specials, making a total of 313. 194 are men and 119 are women.
The School of Engineering has 3 Graduate students, 6 Seniors, 29 Juniors, 5 Sophomores, 44 Freshmen, and 15 Specials, total 97.
There are 23 Senior Pharmies, 22 Juniors and 3 Specials, 48 in all. Five of the Pharmacy students are women. Of the 72 students of Law, 30 are Juniors.
Music Graduate 4, 2d year 8, 1st year 16. Painting; 3d year 2. There are 90 preparatory music students, but as 8 names are repeated we shall call the number 82.
Extension students are numerous, too numerous to mention. It is estimated that in Kansas City, Kas , alone, there are three hundred. We shall give only those that have enrolled as regular students and hope to obtain credit for their work. Of such, there are in Kansas City. Mo., 20; Kansas City, Kas , 75; Leavenworth, 70; Iola 40, and Lawrence 49.
Chancellor Snow called a mass meeting of students Tuesday noon for the purpose of forming a University Publishing Company. A committee of nine members was elected to draw up articles of agreement for such a company. The projectors of the scheme propose to buy a complete printing outlet and hire printers, and publish, at the University, one mouthy magazine and one weekly newspaper, and do job printing for the University.
The total enrollment of the University is 890.
A MASS MEETING.
We are heartily in favor of any plan that will further the interests of journalism in the University and believe that possibly some arrangement can be made for combination.
By a general inventory made by the assistant librarian, the National Library of France situated at Paris has been found to contain 2,150,000 volumes.
OUR STUDY WINDOW.
His Dream.
Before his father died matters had stood quite differently. His life had flown on easily, so easily that he never thought there could be such a serious side to his existence—he had, in fact, hardly thought about it. He lived in his world of ideals. His castles rose up high; they were not to be mere air castles, but real buildings with stone foundations. He longed to be an architect. He had always since his earliest days, when he wore his stockings outkneeding on the nursery floor to build what childish fancy proposed,—since then he had always wanted to become a designer of houses. Then as he grew older he learnt more and more about the subject; he eagerly grasped at the books of that vocation. He read of the old Indian masters, of the building of St. Peter, of the grotesque palaces of the Byzantine period and the airy creations of the Moorish conquerors. Then it pained him more and more to see the wildly angled style of his own city—an American city.
He used to take long walks of a Sunday morning with his sister, and talk long about his hopes. He knew he might enter an office and learn the profession as most follows do. But he did not consider it a profession; to him it was an art. He had set himself a high standard,—too high,he knew,to reach without years of study. He wanted to study. He wanted to go to France, to the Beaux-Arts of Paris. His father had agreed to all his plans; he spoke to his son about many points, arguing against him, but secretly proud of the boy's firm resolution.
"It is not an easy thing, Jack," he said,
"and I don't want you to make a failure of it."
"I know," the young fellow answered,
"I'm sure I might succeed. I've got so many ideas in my head. And then if they should turn out well, wouldn't it be fine? They always make fun of this country abroad, especially of its art.
Now if the Americans turn out a—well, you know—if I should be successful, it would be fine, wouldn't it?"
He dreaded on in this way, his younger brother and his sisters teasing him often about his stare, that looked where they could never look, into a glorious future. The only one who understood him was his father. His mother did not; she was practical, with a dear, tender heart, but not at all compr heeding his feelings for the beautiful.
There came the morning when his father had to stay from business. He was not quite well. Five days later the boy took the place at the head of the table. It was so strange to see his mother opposite in black and the children all with quiet faces that seemed to feel, but not to know, that something unusual had happened.
He was then but seventeen. Yet some how he felt old, very much older than he felt the day before, when they had carried the collin out of the house. A weight fell upon his heart as he bravely tried to carve the meat for the younger ones. He could hardly look about, everything seemed to swim
When a week was over, he walked to school again, with his younger brother; but he was not nearly as companionable as before, and Harry told him so.
"Run down this street with me," called the latter. "Don't grump. I no didn't mean it," he went on, seeing the other one's face sad. "I thought you might like to."
A few evenings after that, his mother took him into her room.
"You know we can't go on living as we have lived. For sorry, my dear boy, but your drawing lessons will have to stop. We'll have to save a little here and there. I'd love to have you continue, Jack, but you see, since papa"—and she began to sob.
"Things have turned out differently from what we expected," she began.
Poor Jack did not know what to say
He tried to comfort her as best he could "I don't mind it a bit," he tried to answer in a laughing way. "You know it was just something to pass the time. I liked it a little."
But when he was alone in his room, the tears came. He tried to keep them down. He sat in his chair and looked as his view of the restored Parthenon, that hung over the desk. How often he had looked at it, and in his young, rapid fever, had imagined that some day he might create something nearly as good—nearly, perhaps. after years of hard work.
"Will I still succeed?" he murmured, and ran to the wash stand to cool his hot eyes.
In two months the school month was over. He was glad that it was. He did not feel at ease with his former comrades. He had outgrown them. He was so much older his mind was occupied with other thoughts than of tricks and of pranks. The widow had confided in him, had taken of affairs pass and to come, to ease her aching heart. The times were bad, and his father had been a man who had lived closely up to the margin of his income. He had loved his wife and believed death far away. The surplus he had had a wde every year had been very small he hoped that the years would heap up his fortune.
But now the house had to be given up as the private lessons were. The family was large and the children had good appetites.
"Jack," said his mother as he was hanging his Parthenon picture over his bed in the new room that he was to share with his brother, "your school year is ended now; I am afraid your school life is, Jack" She talked rapidly, she thought it might hurt him less. "You will have to go into business. I've spoken to your uncle and the lawyers, too. It will be necessary. Harry has still to study four years, before he'll be as far as you are now, and the girls are small and have a long time before them. We all have to give up something, you see." She kissed him gently.
"Into what business?"
"I know you should have liked to become an architect," she went on. "But its very hard to get a suitable position, uncle says. He has found another occupation, however. And he has been very kind about it. You must thank him, Jack, when he comes to-night. You and cousin Fred are to enter together into an importing house."
"Importing," he repeated mechanically. "It was very kind of him, mamma."
She left the room with some linen she had been sorting. He followed her and then turned back, unconsciously looking at his view of the Panthenon.
"My castles crumble—are all crumbling away," he signed. "I'll work so that Harry and the girls will have a chance to do something. They may want to, though I don't it. Good-bye to my dreams." E. G. K
诗 篇
Did you ever try to study back in the alcoves? Or rather, did you ever succeed in studying back in the alcoves? It is like traveling in a railroad coach over a road with which you are perfectly familiar. Moreover, the train you have chosen to take is an accommodation train, which stops at every station and goes so slow between stations, that the passengers can get on and off at any time and any place. The view outside of the ear window is so well known that you prefer to read or watch your fellow passengers. You happen to be a person not particularly interested in the study of human nature, hence you carry a copy of Emerson, and having reversed your seat in order not to ride back warrants, you make yourself comfortable for an hour's enjoyment.
Already the passengers are getting on and off. Here comes a neat looking fellow carrying his baggage to such a manner that one might suppose he had stolen it. The seat opposite you is vacant. He stops for a moment and surveys it, not daring to sit down in it until
he has been assured by you that the seats is not engaged. After his ingage has been carefully arranged, and his breathing becomes natural—he has been on the cars but a few times before—he grows slightly bold and asks in a more confident manner if you are reading Emerson, evidently not thoroughly convinced that the big gilt letters on the back of your book are telling the truth. Your neighbor must be told in some way that you do not want to be disturbed, so turning over the book, you spell out for him the title of the volume. Sociability ceases here.
But all is quiet now. The passenger across the aisle has at last grown weary of dreaming on the steam pipes with his lead pench, and is gazing steadily丛过 of the window, wishing the train would run faster, or that he had some way to amuse himself.
How loud Emerson becomes! All of a sudden you seem to comprehend what you are reading. The noise in the other end of the car does not annoy you. People are coming and going by you all the time, but you do not notice them.
What means this unusual commotion?
Only two pretty girls, as fresh as pinks,
tripping down the aisle. You don't
look up, oh, no! But you do catch the
monotonous "I said" and "he said" as
they trip past you.
How pleasant! They have an acquaintance on the train, and the two stop at her seat.
After the usual gushing remarks and the -for one moment- threatened panic of conversation, one of the girls says to her acquaintance.
"I've heard the greatest thing."
"I've heard the greatest thing."
"What is it?" said the other two.
"Oh, I can't tell you."
"Oh, yes, can!"
"No, I won't."
"I think you're real mean."
"Shi-u-h u-h, don't you see that fellow frowning over there?"
"Yes, but I think you might tell us"
"No—yes, come down to the other end of the car and I will."
The three arise, pass down the aisle, covering their beaming faces with their bandkerchiefs, and smothering giggles in anticipation of the revelation that is to come.
"I'm glad they're gone," you think, "I can endure most anything except giggling girls."
A slap on your shoulder aroses you from this soiloppy and looking up you see a class mute. He does not want anything in particular. He just thought he would stop and see what you are doing. Once again all is quiet. This time, though external conditions are favorable, your mind begins to wander and you wonder if you shall have as much fun at the next skating party as you did at the last.
Ah! Here are our friends again. Flushed faces and animated eyes signify the revelation of the awful secret.
"Really we must behave," says one.
"Yes, indeed," says another, "now don't you look at me for I shall surely laugh."
You and the girls have just got resettled, when the meek fellow opposite
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