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CHANCELLOL's reception, Snow Hall,
to night. ___
The Baker *index* declares itself to be a Republican organ. Isn't it something new for a college weekly to become a partisan newspaper?
WE ARE indebted to Professor Dains for a critical report of the Baker vs. K. U. foot ball game played on MeCook field last Saturday. The article may be found in another column of this paper.
Do NOT permit other students to surpass you in public speaking and literary work. If you find that you are deficient in such work, take advantage of the privileges offered by the literary society.
SATURDAY afternoon at five o'clock, newsboys were selling copies of the Lawrence Daily Journal, which gave a full report of the foot ball game completed only a few minutes before. Baker students found the newspaper account of their victory awaiting them at the train. May Baldwin do the same for us when we win our victory on election day.
THERE are two classes of students who have an opportunity of making a success of life, those who apply themselves to some special line of work and expend great labor in perfecting themselves in their chosen line; and those who take a comprehensive view of the entire field of labor and study to do the things which will elevate their fellow men. If you belong to neither of the above classes, consider where you do belong and for what you are preparing yourself.
THE students of the Greek department of Baker University have recently organized themselves into a society known as theGreekSeminarium. This society meets bi-weekly, upon a day in which no Greek recitations are held, and listens to a program composed wholly of articles relating to Greek history, language, literature and art. The idea is not a new one, as in eastern colleges such societies are of long standing. In the west, however, it is a newly tried scheme—'Mid-Continent'.
Mistaken, 'Mid-Continent. K. U. him and long has had, not only a Greek Seminary, but also German, French and English Seminaries; work in which is under the direction of the respective faculties, and is included in the course.
THERE is one man, who finds it hard to live in this imperfect world of ours. It is the man who has "sized up" as it were every person who has ever been so unfortunate as to form his acquaintance. It is impossible for him to have an intimate friend, for, as soon as he begins to be intimately acquainted with a person, he discovers some flaw which forever excludes the possibility of further intimacy. If you should ask him whether he knows a certain person, he is ready to reply at once, and invariably adds to his reply a few words in which he denies the possibility of any goodness in that person's character. 'Do you know Mr. W.'
"Yes, he is wretched in mathematics." "Are you acquainted with Miss Z?" Welt, I should say! Miss Z, is a good girl; but she is constantly getting mixed in other people's affairs." And so with the whole list of this poor man's acquaintances. He hasn't a friend who is really fit to live. Don't you pity him?
LAST year, on Halloween a goodly portion of the Mississippi street sidewalk was thrown into the gutter, and remained there until about a week before the close of school. All students, and there was a considerable number of them, who had been in the habit of using this sidewalk in going to and from the University, were compelled during the whole winter and spring either to walk in the road which was most of the time very muddy, or to make a long detour by Louisiana or Tennessee街. We hope that the city authorities will see to it this year that the sidewalk is not disturbed, or, if they do not do that, will be ready to repair it at once. The students of West Lawrence do not desire to walk in the mud this winter, nor to go about a mile out of their way to reach the University. ___
“KANSAS' Fine Show” is the title of a long article in the Chicago Evening Post, regarding Professor Dyche's exhibit of mounted animals. We give a brief sketch of the article. The Kansas State building contains one of the best exhibits on the World's Fair grounds, in one of the finest collections of mounted North American animals in existence. There are over a hundred fine specimens, all mounted by Professor Lewis Lindsay Dyche, and nearly all killed by his rifle. Owing to the fact that Professor Dyche's method of mounting animals is already familiar to old students, and will, we trust, soon be familiar to new students, we omit a long paragraph describing the process. Professor Dyche is thirty-eight years old. He was born in Virginia; he became a resident of Kansas at the early age of five months. The professor is at present a resident of the Kansas building: “Every night he raises the rope which keeps the crowds from his animals, walks in among them, and carefully removes a papier mache rock near by a den, from which a panther and two cubs are emerging. Into the aperture he disappears; the rock is replaced, and Professor Dyche is soon peacefully slumbering below the wild animals he has kiled and mounted, for there is his cozy little bed room.” The Scientific American says of Professor Dyche's exhibit: “It is the work of a man who is recognized by naturalists as the best taxidermist in the country, if not in the world.” Scores or other newspapers and periodicals have, from time to time, published splendid accounts of Professor Dyche's exhibit. Surely such publications are of great value in advertising Kansas State University.
FOOTBALL NOTES.
Harvard will average in weight about the same as Yale. Its men are under the coaching of excellent trainers, and are practicing Delano's sixty two new tricks.
Their changes are considered very good.
The Lawrence High school team will play the Baldwin City High school team Oct. 31, at Baldwin.
Word has been received that Huddle son, Mendel and Beamen will return soon. These additions to the line will greatly strengthen the team, as all are experienced players.
The game arranged with Midland College of Atchison with the second eleven has been broken off, and instead, it has been arranged to play Kansas City, Kansas, to-morrow at McCook field.
The following is the report of last Saturday's games: D. A. C. vs. U. of Mo.
40-0; Chicago University vs. Ann Arbor,
6-0; Yale vs. Orange Athletic Club, 48 0
U. of Minn., vs. Grinnell College (lowa).
36.
OUR STUDY WINDOW.
Outwitted His Uncle.
It was a lovely morning; a remittance had arrived in the very nick of time; my two horses were in excellent condition, and I resolved, along with a college chum, to put in execution a long concerted scheme of driving to London tandem. We sent our horses forward, got others at Cambridge, and tossing algebra and Anachiaschia "to the dogs," started in high spirits. We ran up to London in style, went to the theater, and after a quiet breakfast next morning at our hotel, set out with my own horses on a dashing drive through the west-end of the town. We were turning down the Haymarket, when whom, to my utter horror and consternation, should I see crossing over to meet us, but my old warm-hearted but severe and peppery uncle, Sir William Tressidier
To escape was impossible. A cart before and two carriages behind made us stationary, and I mentally resigned all idea of ever succeeding to his 5,000 pounds per annum. Up he came.'
"What! Can I believe my eyes?
George! What do you here? Tandem
too!"
I will not mention the significant accompaniments that dropped from his mouth, like pearls and rubies in the fairy tale, when he was in a passion. "I have it," thought I, as an idea crossed my mind which I resolved to follow. I looked right and left, as if it were not possible it could be me whom he was addressing.
"What, you don't know me, you young dog? Don't you know your uncle?"
"Why, sir, in the name of common-sense——"
"Dhaw! have done with that. Why aren't you at Cambridge?"
"At Cambridge, sir?" said I.
"At Cambridge," he repeated, mimicking my affected astonishment "Why I suppose you never were at Cambridge? Oh, you young spendthrift, is this the manner in which you dispose of my allowance? Is this the way you read hard, you young proligate, you young—you ___."
Seeing that he was getting energetic, I began to be apprehensive of a scene, and resolved to drop the curtain at once. "Really, str," said I, with as brazen a look as I could summon upon an emergency. "I have not the honor of your acquaintance."
His large eyes assumed a fixed stare of astonishment.
"Make no apologies, they are unnecessary. Your next encounter will, I hope, be more fortunate, though your finding your country cousin in London is like looking for a needle in a bundle of hay. Bye, bye."
"I must confess you have the advantage of me. Excuse me, but to my knowledge I never saw you before."
The cart was removed, and I drove off,
yet not without seeing him, in a paroxysm of rage, half frightful, half ridiculous, toss his hat on the ground, and hearing him exclaim: "He disowns me! the lack anaphes! disowns his own uncle!"
A torrent, I perceived, was coming.
Poor Phillip Chichester's look of amazement at this finished stroke of impudence is present at this instant to my memory
"The family of the blockheads, my dear Phil,"I replied, "is far too cred.tably established in society to render their alliance disgraceful. I'm proud to belong to so prevalent a party."
"Well, you've done it. Dished completely! What could induce you to be such a blockhead?" said he.
"Tshaw! this is no time for joking!
What's to be done?"
"Why, when does a man want to joke, Phil, but when he's in trouble? However, adieu to badness, and hey for Cambridge atonce. Cambridge! In the twinkling of an eye—not a moment to be lost. My uncle will post there with four
horses instantly; and my only chance of avoiding that romantic mistrust of being cut off with a shilling is to be there before him."
Without settling the bill at the hotel, or making a single arrangement, we dashed back to Cambridge. Never shall I forget the mental anxiety I endured on my way there. Everything was against us; a heavy rain had fallen in the night, and the roads were wretched; the traces broke, turnpike gates were shut, droves of sheep and carts impedel our progress; but in spite of all these obstacles, we reached the college in less than six hours.
"Has Sir William been here?" said I to the porter, with an agitation I could not conceal.
"No, sir."
"If he does come, tell him so and so," said L. giving veracious Thomas his instructions, and putting a guinea into his hand to sharpen his memory.
I had hardly time to get to my own room, to have my toga and trencher beside me, Newton and Aristotle before me, optics, mathematics, and hydrostatics strewed around in learned confusion, when my uncle drove up to the gate.
"Yes, sir, I saw him take a heap of books there ten minutes ago."
"Porter, I wish to see Mr. Tressider," said he; "is he in his rooms?"
This was not the first fable the Essence of Truth—as Thomas was known through the college—had told for me, nor the last he got well paid for.
"Aye; very likely; reads; very hard, 1 dare say!"
"No doubt of that, I believe, sir," said Thomas, as bold as brass.
"You audacious fellow! How dare you look in my face and tell me such a deliberate falsehood? You know he's not in college!"
"Not in college?" Sir, as I hope——
"None of your hopes or fears to me.
Show me his rooms. If six hours ago I
did not see —— See him! Yes, I've
seen him, and he's seen the last of me."
He had now reached my rooms; and never shall I forget his look of astonishment, of amazement bordering on incredulity, when I calmly came forward, took his hand, and welcomed him to Cambridge.
"My dear sir, how are you? What lucky wind has blown you here?"
"What, George? Who—what—why— I can't believe my eyes!"
"How happy I am to see you!" I continued. "How kind of you to come. How well you're looking."
"How people may be deceived! My dear George" (speaking rapidly), "I met a fellow in a tandem, in the Haymarket, so like you in every particular that I hailed him at once. The puppy disowned me, affected to cut a joke, and drove off. Never was I more taken off my stilts! I came down directly, with four post horses, to tell your tutor, to tell the master, to tell all the college, that I would have nothing more to do with you, that I would be responsible for your debts no longer, to enclose you 50 pounds and disown you forever."
"My dear sir how singular!"
"Singular! I wonder at perjury no longer. I would have gone into any court of justice and taken my oath it was you. I never saw such a likeness. The air, the height, the voice, all but the manner, and that was not yours. No, no, you never would have treated your old uncle so."
"How rejoileed I am that——"
*"Rejoiced! So am I. I would not have been undeceived for hundreds, Nothing but seeing you here so quiet, so studios, surrounded by problems, would have convinced me. I can't tell you how I was startled. I had been told some queer stories about Cambridge men, and of the mud pranks they sometimes play off on their parents or guardians; but I thought you would never play off a trick so gross and so unfair on your own uncle! I never heard your father had any other son except you," continued he, musing; *yet, as you sit in that light,*
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the likeness is”—I moved instantly—“but it's impossible. you know, it's impossible. Come, my dear fellow, come; I must get some dinner. Who could he be? Never were two people so like.”
We dined at the ina, and spent the evening together, and instead of the fifty—“the last fifty”—he generously gave me a cheek for three times the amount. He left Cambridge the next morning.
The picture of Beatrice Cenci, by Guido ReiL, in the Barberint Palace at Rome is said, according to the family tradition, to have been taken on the night before her execution. Other accounts represent that it was painted from memory, after Guido had seen her on the scaffold. Hawthorne thus writes respecting it: "The picture of Beatrice Cenci represents simply a female head; a very youthful, girlish, perfectly beautiful face; but the whole face is very quiet; there is no distortion or disturbance of any single feature; nor is it easy to see why the expression is not cheerful, or why a single touch of emotion will not make him汁 into joyousness. But, in fact, it is the very saddest picture ever painted or connected; it involves an unfathomable depth of sorrow, the sense of which comes to the observer by a sort of intuition." Dickens says: "It is a picture almost impossible to be forgotten. Through the transcendent sweetness and beauty of the face there is something shining out that haunts me." Some writers are of the opinion that the picture can never be copied so as to depict the same expression, each copyist varying it according to his own conception of the original.
I do not attempt to palliate deception.
It is always criminal. But I am sore no severity, no reprimand, no reproaches, would have had half the effect which his kindness, his confidence, and his generosity wrought on me. On me, he was so kind that I did not see London again until I had graduated; and if my degree was unaccompanied by brilliant honors, it did not disgrave my uncle's liberty or his name.
Fra Diavolo (Brother Devil) was a celebrated brigand and renegade monk, whose real name was Michele Pezza, born in Calabria in 1760. In 1830, Auger, a French composer, wrote the score of the well-known opera bearing this name, but nothing of the true character of the brigand chief appears in it. The libretto was written by Scribe. The comic opera known as "The Mascott" was written by another French composer named Audran, who is still living. Auger died in 1871. The word "mascot" signifies a person or thing supposed to bring good luck to the possessor. The last named opera was originally produced in Paris on December 29th, 1880, and was first given in English at the Gaiety Theater, in Boston, April 12th, 1881. There is such a difference between "Fra Diavolo" and "The Masco" that no comparison can be drawn as to the superiority of either.