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The Students Journal
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If you do your college work systematically, there will be plenty of time to do it well.
WE HAVE just received the November number of the Phillips Andover Mirror. This is a literary magazine containing 35 pages of carefully prepared literary matter.
WE TAKE the liberty to remind our readers who are not at present connected with the University, that it costs money to publish the STUDENTS JOURNAL. In other words, if you desire to receive a first-class paper every week, it will take your dollars.
A LITTLE article sent to your home paper regarding University matters would, no doubt, be acceptable to the editor, of interest to the readers, and of benefit to the University. To this day, the county papers overlook the existence of the higher institutions of learning.
It is often said of college students and especially of western college students that they lack reverence and patriotism. How such an opinion ever originated, it is impossible to conjecture. College students will and do spend hours in doing homage to their champions in athletics, scholarship, oratory and all lines of work. It may be that there is no particular patriotism manifested in national and state affairs; but the cause of this is evidently the fact that national and state affairs are not in a condition to be reverenced. If it be desired that we bow down to some great statesman let us have the man to bow down to.
THERE goes a student down the hill all alone. He always chooses to walk alone, and is allowed to do so, except when occasionally some philanthropic fellow student volunteers to walk by his side. This student rooms alone. He boards alone. He studies alone. His sole companions are his books. To this student, a man is a necessary evil. He is trying to master facts, mathematical rules and physical and metaphysical laws. When these things have been mastered they will be his world. A human being who approaches will be counted an intruder. This man's name is Seltish, his aim is selfish, his fame is selfish. Poor man!
THERE goes a student down the hill. He has been to a political meeting and has seen his plans successfully applied in the election of his candidate; but he is late to dinner. He has three companions and admirers walking briskly at his side. While on their way they decide that three car-loads should go to Baker, and that the fare should be sixty cents. At two o'clock this student reaches his room. Two or three of the boys come over and the chances of the game are discussed. After a while another companion comes and whistles under the window, and to a quick response replies : "Hello, George, did you hear that there will be no game to morrow? By the day, what
are you going to do to nightly?' George wonders, the next day why he cannot find time to get his lessons.
SOME students either are absolutely devoid of the faculty of order, or do not care how much trouble they cause others or how much time they make them lose. It is common for such students to leave books lying on the tables in the library, instead of putting them back upon the shelves, where they can be easily gotten at by whoever else may want them. The magazines will be shoved into a pigeon hole,—not the right one, of course—the papers misplaced in the racks and, when they are those put in pigeon holes and kept together until a large number have accumulated, are gotten into such hopeless confusion that it is a waste of time to hunt for a particular number. There is neither sense nor right in this. It takes but little trouble to prevent the confusion in the first place, and a rule should be enforced against students who misplace reading matter or do not return books to the alcoves, refusing them the use of either.
THE primary object of this paper as well as of the other college papers is, to represent the members of the University in their various lines of work. To do this, we must receive contributions from members of the University. Let not those of you who have contributed articles which have been accepted and published, rest on your laurels and forever feel that you have placed the editors under lasting obligations to you, for you have merely performed your duty as a member of the school. Let those of you whose articles have not been published refrain from cursing the management of the paper; but trust to the judgment of the men who have been appointed to select the matter for publication; and try again to write an acceptable article. If we receive just enough copy each week to fill the paper, the quality of the paper is necessarily placed at the mercy of all who contribute; but if there be copy to choose from, the standard of the paper may be raised. Fortunately, thus far we have usually been obliged to reject large quantities of matter for lack of space, but still we feel that our support has not been sufficiently unanimous.
I HAVE heard several remarks about the interesting meeting of the Language Conference last week. There is no reason why its work should not be both very interesting and very profitable. It has great latitude for expansive study, is under excellent direction, and draws its membership from every literary department of the University.
This leads me to speak of the place which such organizations have in University work. They are the creation of the University spirit, and they continually create and nourish the University spirit. In doing his class work, the student touches the mind of but the one department with which he is connected. Indeed he touches scarcely more than the mind of his particular classes. In the meetings of these organizations, however, he comes against the thought of the whole University, and his own mind is enlarged until it can comprehend that thought and itself think it. Any student who neglects the symposium and the seminary, and studies his subject only in class looks at it always through the microscope, and will never know how it looks when seen with the natural eye or how it is related to the rest of the universe.
It is perhaps unnecessary thus to remind old students of the benefits they receive and give by doing such work, but men who are for the first time in the University cannot be expected to know or realize them, and are likely for some time to miss advantages which they should have from the outset. It is for this reason that I would urge every new student to begin at once to attend as many such meetings as he has time for and can get admitted to, and to become a member of one
such organization or association at least. The new and better ideas he will get by regular attendance will inspire him with energy in class study, and enrich and broaden his college life and all the years that follow it. H.
OCCasionally a student allows the poor fear of being called a "college toady" by some egotistical and self-styled independent man to keep him from doing what his own judgment would approve, if it were given a chance. What the independent student means by toady is, any one who takes a leading, hearty part in class; who advises with his professors about University work; and who endeavors to cooperate with the faculty in doing whatever will advance the prosperity and improve the work of the school. This critic's clear mind and high moral sense, however, make him enthusiastically applaud any one who 'works' the faculty. There is this wide difference in what he calls "being a toady" and "working the profs."—that one must be in earnest to be a "toady." while he must only be dishonest to "work the profs."
Get rid of your fear of this man at once; it is ignoble. Have a decent regard for your own epipions. They are as good as those of your mental loadstone. Besides, he is not the whole University. He is but one of hundreds, and the chances are you will find him a not very important one—only he thinks he is. Be yourself. Do what you came here to do. Be the leader in study. Talk with your professors, with the other professors, about your work, about other things. Help the faculty in building up an unsurpassed school.
And don't try to work your profs. They probably won't be "worked." They know something of men, perhaps; they certainly know students, and it wont take them long to learn you. They are glad to help an earnest student, but their charity for "workers" long since failed. It is not worth the time it takes. Better leave school at once, and have so many years more to find out from the world what a terrible mistake you have made.
You will have to pay for exemption from the title of toady. To earn it, you must give your censor the right to say, "I can wrap him around my finger." You escape the name, but you really deserve it. You have given up your individuality because you are not brave enough to stand the disapproval of a single mind. And thanks to universal justice, you are punished by being rightly blamed on account of that for which you feared to be wrongly criticized. H.
Y. M. C. A. NOTES.
At the gospel mass meeting in Bowersock's opera house Sunday afternoon about four hundred men were present.
W. G Cary, president of the Ottawa University Y. M. C A., spent Sunday with the State University association.
The college Y, M, C, A, will meet at 3 e-clock, Sunday, the regular time, and adjourn about ten minutes early so as to give time to reach the opera house meeting.
The pulpits of many of the city churches were filled very creditably Sunday evening by women who were delegates to the State Y. W.C.A.convention.
Next Sunday there will be a family meeting in the opera house. Family tickets will be issued and persons will be admitted only by ticket. The speakers and musicians cannot yet be announced.
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OUR STUDY WINDOW.
Why Kelly Wasn't Shown Up.
The editor sat in his office writing busily. Every few minutes he would glance up at the little clock on his desk, and then write faster than before; at last he threw down his pen and handling the manuscript to the boy told him to 'rush' it upstairs. Then he put on his hat and went out for his midnight lunch.
The editor smiled self contentedly as he walked along the deserted streets in the cool night. He was well satisfied with his night's work, which he believed would have an important bearing on the coming election, and if it did—well, the editor was ambitions.
A short time before a bill had been introduced into the State Legislature organizing a Board of Pardons, with full power to release on parot any prisoner confined in the penitentiary. The proposal and subsequent passage of the bill had excited no little criticism and comment throughout the state, and the editor had stubbornly opposed its passage on the ground that it was merely a political scheme of the party In power to influence the criminal vote. After the enactment of the bill the editor planned by making a full exposure of the scheme and publishing the criminal history of the prisoners released to bring about such a revulsion of feeling against the party responsible for it that, at the coming elections, their candidates would be ignominiously defeated. For weeks he had been getting this plan in shape. And to-morrow the account would be published.
The editor almost laughed aloud as he thought what his colleagues would say when they saw the scheme laid bare in to-morrow's paper. It was a fortunate circumstance, too, that the first man released was so notorious a criminal as Mike Kelly, a worthless character, but a man of no little influence as a ward politician. Really it seemed as though Providence were interested in the success of his plans.
But he did not think of the released convict. He had not minced matters in commenting editorially on the man's life and crimes, and he knew too that he was responsible for every word of the artiste. Yet he had not thought of the man's feelings, probably one so degraded hadn't any feelings. How could he have? And so he walked along building castles in Spain.
The editor smiled as he drank his coffee and ate his chop, he smiled as he lit his cigar, and he eve smiled as he gave ten cents to the little newsboy who was always stuck with more papers than he could sell. And so he walked on thinking, and smiling over his thoughts.
When he reached the office, the proofs of the article lay on his desk. He settled him elf in his chair and began to read them. "Humph," said the editor as he read, "I hope he won't think it necessary to call on me. I don't think I should enjoy it." The article was nearly three columns in length. He read it all through, then made a few corrections, marked it as the leader for the first page, and told the boy to take it up stairs and then go home. Then he lit a fresh cigar and prepared to read some contributed matter until the first papers came up. More than an hour he worked in silence. Down in the cellar the presses were being made ready for the night's run, up stairs the last forms were being rapidly closed up. It was late and there was the usual rush.
Suddenly the editor heard the sound of stealthy foot-steps coming along the hall. Slowly the door opened to admit the bulking figure of a large, bristly looking man, who entered and closed the door behind him. The editor, though fearful of impending danger, did not look up. His visitor stood at the door, surveying the room and its sole occupant. At last in a deep voice he said, "Be you th' editor?" "Yes," answered that gentleman, still intent on his work. "Me name's
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Mike Kelly," continued the man in the same deep voice.
The editor was startled. What was wanted? Kelly knew about the article which had been written. Would he attack him? It had never occurred to the editor that the man would try to stop the publication of the article. What was to be done? The office was deserted. Even the man on "late watch" had gone out for lunch. The listless ticking of the telegraph instruments, as the operators along the line talked among themselves while they watted for "30," served only to emphasize the loniness of the office.
"Well," said the editor st last, "What can I do for you?" The man moved forward slowly, his shambling gait and hang-dog air betraying only too well his site residence. His large coarse hands constantly clasping and unclasping, his blood-shot eyes and even his powerful frame showed signs of dissipation. The editor awaited the expected attack.
"I heerd," said the man in a low deep voice, "that yer 're goin' to have somehin' about me in the papers t'morrow, and I wanted to ask yer please not to print nothin' about my bein' in the pen." The editor was dumbfounded; he had expected to be set up and beaten and perhaps killed. "Yer see," said the man, "Iaint very moral an' I've been a bad 'un all my life, and roosted at the State's expense mor'n half the time, but I've got a old mother and if she finds out where I've been, it will sure kill her. I'm going to live straight 'till she dies, and perhaps always if the devil will let me. I love her some if it be bad. Yer'll leave it out about me won't yer. sir. I'll do anythin' yer say, even go back up there to the 'pen' if yer'll do it," and he brushed away two great tears with the back of his hand.
The editor looked at the man for fully a minute. Neither spoke. The rhythmic hum of the presses in the cellar told that the fast revolving types were already spreading the news throughout the country. The editor's hand rested on the button which rang a gong in the press room. Should he stop the edition? There was no longer anything to be fearred from the man, as the halis were full of compositors going home. Why should he give up his opportunity to win fame and fortune, merely to save an old woman a few hours of sorrow? And on the other hand, would it be right to keep the news from the pubite? Wasn't it his duty to expose this scheme? Did Kelly really love his mother? Then the editor thought of a lonely grave out in a little country churchyard which he hadn't time to visit often. He rose slowly and taking the man by the shoulders, looked deep into his eyes. "Kelly," he said, "are you telling me the truth?" The man did not speak but looked back unlinchinly. Again the editor's hand sought the button. Then the clear sound of a goong far down in the cellar wang the presses grew fainter and gradually died away. The edition was stopped. Sounds of hurrying footsteps came up the stairs, the pressman and foreman entered the room in excitement, wondering what was the matter. "I find," said the editor, "that the Kelly story is a fake; you will have to kill" the entire article. Fill its place with anything you can get and let form go. Good night." And he left the office—William Adams McFadden in the Yale Courant.
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